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“Finally!” Eric whistled at his handiwork. He’d replicated the circle from the book of summons perfectly onto his kitchen floor, tracing the patterns onto the tile with salt and sugar. “Now I just have to do the chant… Let’s see, *a girl as sweet as a cherry dream filled to the brim with sweet vanilla cream, I’m hungry for the pleasures thus unknown, so bring me a girl that’s mine to own.*” The markings glowed for a moment, the air filled with a syrupy sweet scent that made his mouth water. With a sudden flash of light, a figure appeared in the center of the circle.
“Wh-where am I?” Her soft, feminine voice was barely a whisper as Eric blinked his eyes in shock. The woman before him was entirely pink, her skin appearing to be made of cake. Her eyes were a glistening black, like two drops of hot fudge. Each individual strand of her hair was a thick line of red icing.
“What *are* you?” Eric asked, bewildered and surprisingly aroused. *She smells so good,* he thought to himself. She sat on her knees, her heels supporting a pert ass. Her curvy form was uncovered entirely for his viewing pleasure. Generous tits extended out from her chest, tipped in cherry red perky nipples. Under his attentive gaze, he saw a tiny bead of white liquid drip from the rounded tips.
“I’m Cherry, a cake girl. You summoned me, Master?” Turning to face him, some of that viscous liquid dripped from her nipples onto her thick pink thighs.
“Is that… *frosting?*” He asked, confusion warring with his growing erection. “Wait… *Master*? I thought I was summoning a girlfriend.”
“It is vanilla cream, sir. I am exactly what you summoned, Master. Cherry dream filled with vanilla cream, wasn’t it?” As if to further her point, one of her nipples spurted more of that delicious looking cream. His gaze zeroed in on the thick liquid drizzling down her stomach towards the crease at the top of her thighs…
“Would you like a taste, Master?” Cherry cupped both her breasts, holding them up as an offering to his salivating mouth. She squeezed them together with an inviting smile, forcing more gooey cream out of her engorged tits. He hadn’t realized he’d been licking his lips until she gave him a sultry grin.
“Is that… I mean, wouldn’t it hurt you?” Eric asked even as he found himself dropping to his knees in front of her.
“No, we’re made to appease *all appetites*. Our bodies instantly replenish anything we lose, so feel free to feast on my body as much as you like. Let me sate all of your darkest hungers.”
His tongue flicked out involuntarily, tasting the sweetness dribbling from her right nipple. It was delicious, warm vanilla cream sweeter than anything he’d ever tasted. He eagerly took her nipple into his mouth, sucking it in a long pull. Her head fell back as cream spurted into his mouth, her soft hands knotting into his hair. She really was made of cake! Her skin was toasty and malleable, her tits firm yet spongy like two massive pointed cupcakes. He briefly wondered what her mouth would feel like, recalling that movie about pies. Her hand moved from his head to his chin as she lifted his face to hers.
“Might I kiss you, sir?” She asked, her lips made of the same red icing as her hair. He nodded dumbly as she brought her lips to his. It *was* like kissing a pie, with a frosting tongue in the middle. Her mouth seemed to be filling with a warm cherry-flavored syrup as she kissed him, yet somehow she was still able to speak just a moment ago.
“Mmm,” she sighed, pulling away as he licked his lips. She bent down in front of him on her knees, freeing his throbbing dick from the confines of his boxers. “Can I have a taste of you, sir?”
“Sure!” He replied enthusiastically. She gave him a stroke with her hands before feeding his shaft in between her lips. He groaned as the warm syrupy juices coated his dick inch by inch. As she slowly drew back, the gooey liquid sealed by her lips tugged at him, heightening the sucking sensations. More tasty cream gushed out of her nipples as she bobbed her head, swirling her tongue as she pulled out then sucked him quickly back in.
“Wait, wait,” He said, grabbing her face. She looked up at him and licked her lips with questioning eyes.
“Is there something wrong, Master?” She asked, tilting her head to the side.
“Does that cream come from everywhere? Like, does your pussy have it?”
“Yes, my pussy is filled with same cream as my tits. Would you like a taste there as well?”
“Can we do both? Y’know, like 69?”
She smiled seductively and without another word pushed him onto his back. Turning around, she placed her succulent thighs on either side of his head, exposing the lips of her pussy. They were the same spongy texture as the rest of her body, only covered in that delectable frosting. As her warm body covered his, he felt her tits slick with cream squish against his abdomen. He gave a tentative lick as she slid her other lips down the side of his sticky cock. It was even sweeter here than it was on her nipples, the cherry scent of her skin mingling with the vanilla taste of her juices. With a moan he began to feast on her pussy, nipping at her cherry folds and lapping up the sweet cream she spewed. He dipped his tongue into her opening as she sucked him all the way to the hilt. He was so close already, her earlier attentions already bringing him to the brink. He could feel his orgasm building as he sucked and licked up all of the delicious juices. His hips bucked up as he came, forcefully shoving as deep into her mouth as he could. He felt the syrup overflow and drip out of her mouth, down onto his hips as she followed with a long moan. She drank him up greedily while vanilla cream flooded his mouth, gushing out of her pussy as she orgasmed. He lapped up wave after wave, sucking her in a frenzy.
As he cleaned the last of the sticky cream, she collapsed onto him, fully spent. Eric felt more sated than he ever had in his entire life, Cherry’s body gratifying needs he didn’t even know he had.
“That was amazing,” he murmured, laying his head back against his kitchen floor.
With a giggle, she moved off of him and turned back to face him. Her smile was sweet as sin as she bent her face close to his and whispered: “Just wait until you meet my sisters.”
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