Aether knew exactly who the dreamer was when he saw the dreamscape was a kitchen. Navia already had her turn, so it couldn't be her. That meant it had to be his favorite chef. Sure enough, Xiangling stood at the counter cracking open eggs over a glass bowl. She wore nothing except an apron, which gave her a nice view of her plump buttocks and limber thighs.
She began whisking the eggs. Aether made his way over to her, materializing an apron for himself. He washed his hands, dried them, and took his place beside her.
"So? What are we cooking today, chef?"
Xiangling didn't look at him. Her eyes were shrouded in darkness.
"This is your fault," she said.
"Huh?"
She poured milk into the bowl and whisked it with the eggs. Her lips curled, her thighs twitched irritably, and a frown spread her lips.
"You made me hungry, Aether. So very hungry. But now, I can eat what I've craved all these years."
She slammed a knife into a cutting board, digging it into the wood. Aether took a voluntary step backward.
"What are you talking about?"
Xiangling began drooling. She reached slowly for the knife, eyes still shrouded in darkness. Aether's heart skipped a beat.
"Xiangling, you're scaring me…"
She ran the knife along a whetstone, sharpening it to a fine tip.
"Xiangling, what exactly are you planning to eat?"
The rasp of the whetstone against the knife rang across the dreamscape. Xiangling stared into its surface, which reflected her drooling mouth and gleaming red eyes.
"You really want to know?" she giggled. "I want to eat Paimon, Little One, and most of all… you!"
Mona activated the scryglass to check in on Aether. She discovered him in a kitchen with Xiangling, watched as things got freaky, and felt her blood ran cold as Xiangling turned to Aether and said those horrible words.
"I want to eat Paimon, Little One, and most of all… you!"
Xiangling pounced on him. Mona screamed, ducking under her bed like a child. Her heart skipped every other beat. She grew dizzy, black spots dotting her vision. Dear Barbatos, what had she seen? Xiangling was using the dreamscape for cannibalism!
Mona's stomach churned, bile swimming up her throat. If she'd eaten anything, she would've thrown it all up now. Thank Barbatos for her empty stomach.
The nausea subsided, but her heart still pounded, sweat pouring down her neck. Xiangling had a cannibal fetish. She was probably eating him right now. The thought made her sick all over again.
Poor Aether… Poor her, now Mona would have to live remembering this sight for the rest of her life. Unless… she got up, packed a few things, and started the long trek towards the House of the Hearth.
Xiangling rubbed her engorged belly contentedly. It swelled out five times its normal size, making her look like a bloated blubber-beast. She patted her bulge with a happy sigh.
"Aether, you taste so good! So do Little One and Paimon! Yum, yum, yum."
She belched.
"Excuse me. Now, I want seconds, though!"
"Hang on, it's coming," said Aether from the kitchen.
He came back carrying a tray of cookies shaped like his face, Little One, and Paimon and laid it before Xiangling. She thanked him for the food and dug in. He watched her, his face brimming with amusement. Honestly, he enjoyed watching her eat. Xiangling made such cute faces whenever she ate food that she loved.
In seconds, the tray was empty. Xiangling let out another belch.
"So good," she said happily, licking each finger.
She tapped her belly. The dreamscape shrunk her stomach back down to normal size.
"Best of all, I can eat forever here!"
"Do you want more cookies?"
"Actually," she said with a smirk, "There's another flavor I'm dying to taste. One that only you can give me."
Aether got onto his back and removed his clothes. Xiangling dove in, grabbed his cock, and went right into fellatio. The cookies were great, but this—this was her favorite food in the whole wide world.