“Hehehe, you smell of Siegfried.” The tipsy Ogre giggled, laying its head down upon your lap as it liberally quaffed it’s saucer of Alcohol. You were amazed by the fact that not even a single drop was spilled anywhere other than into the creature’s open maw, tongue lolling sensuously out as flesh coloured horns prodded lightly at your arm. “Oh I bet you’re delicious too... you have that scent about you.”

“Your father’s tastes in servants has always been wide and varied.” Your mother’s monotone drones on. “But not particularly refined.”

“Ah its Siggy’s cute little human hag.” The Oni giggled and stretched, taking another sip of her liquor, ending in a suggestive lick of the saucer itself. “I remember him dragging you in bawling and screaming like it was yesterday. Would have loved to have a taste of you still fresh. Unfortunately I’m not much for the taste of leather these days. Was that first time good for you too? Or was it only Dornez who enjoyed himself?”

“I would resent your tone if not for the fact that you are a withered cunt waiting hungrily for a meal she’ll never be allowed.” Ah that dead panned conversational tone which you knew and loved so well. Mother did seem a bit more talkative than usual. “Have you decided that the son would be a good enough substitute for the lack of his father?”

“Oh no my jerky little tidbit. Siggy ordered me to accompany him.  Promised to cook me someone special once we got back, when ever that is. The boy is in my charge till then.” She stopped,