Chapter 3
Chip
Even unconscious, my wife is the most beautiful being I've ever beheld. From the first time she walked by Lenore’s spell shop, I knew down to every atom of my being the wonderful things we could be together.
She was who my soul called out to; the vanilla to my cream, the glaze to my ceramic, the steam to my hot chocolate.
It took a little convincing to get Lenore to put me in Devon's hands, but if they weren't the softest, most glorious hands anyone has ever felt caress them, then I’m a cup of joe. It's like they were made to hold me.
I thought that being turned into a cup of hot chocolate was a curse when I was younger.
I used to envy almost everyone else that wasn’t an inanimate object, but I’ve come to love it.
Ever since she nestled me in those glorious hands of hers, nails painted a soft chocolate brown, for me I assume, I couldn't regret anything about my existence.
I come from a long line of shifters. What's unique about my family though, is we don't get to pick what we shift into. We spend our adolescence getting our education, traveling the world, and learning about all walks of life. And then, when we get into our mid-20’s, we are blessed with our forms. And in those forms we stay until we find our fated mate.
Luckily, we stop aging the moment we get stuck in our forms, so as not to scare off any potential matches. It would not do to be awoken from a 30-year sleep for instance, to find your mate in their mid-20s and wanting nothing to do with you. So, while technically I am old, I've been in stasis.
Now that I've taken my mate though, and we are officially bonded, we can age together. It will be beautiful.
I've met other food shifters before, although they are rare.
We are given our forms by the high council.
They're able to look into the future and discern which shape will benefit us the most. It's typically a mammal of some sort; wolves are quite popular.
But there've been all manner of shifters in my life.
I have a cousin who is a chair rail, for instance. A grandmother that was a flower bed.
In comparison, a magical mug of hot chocolate did not seem too wild to me.
Might be strange to others in the supernatural community, but once they learn which line I hail from, they smile and wish me the best. Not that I can respond when I'm in mug form, but I'd like to think they know I accept their well wishes.
But this is all boring stuff. I hold an angel in my arms, who's so overwhelmed with affection for me, that she has swooned like a damsel of old. She was so overcome with emotion that it short circuited her system.
Now that we are married, and yes I filed the paperwork for the council already, I can transform my wife with me and transport us safely home. I don't mean the motel, either. I mean the cottage that's been sitting and waiting for me. The coziest of all cozies that will suit her just right.
Liquifying my wife is incredibly sexual, and as we meld it together, her milk chocolate to my dark, I'm glad that I've been enchanted to not produce young for some time.
The way that my reproductive organs are working overtime right now to fill her up as we travel, would have her falling pregnant immediately otherwise.
Just that little bit of contact with her has solidified me more.
When we land in my cottage, it deactivates all the protective spells on it, bringing it back to life.
The dust disappears in an instant, the air freshens, and all the lights turn on to a soft, warm glow.
The fireplace roars to life, and the gentle scent of peppermint dusts the air.
I lay my wife on my blue denim couch that I chose just for her, years ago, not knowing who I was buying for, and I drape the hand-knit fertility blanket that's been passed down my line like an heirloom over her lap.
It doesn't take her long to wake up after that.
Her beautiful brown eyes start to flutter open, her consciousness seeping into her like a nice, soft suggestion.
Her hands dance around the soft denim fabric to ascertain where she is.
Then my lovely sits up with her mouth wide open and draws breath as if to scream, until she gets sight of me sitting next to her on the couch.
I can feel more strength in my fingers, and I'm not having any trouble yet holding my form. “Good morning, Devon. Although, I'm not quite sure it's actually morning still. I think that's just something you say though, when somebody wakes up. Does it actually matter what time of day it is?”
“Where are we?”
“We are home, my love. Where we belong.”
She darts from the couch to look out the window, taking in the trees and the cobblestone pathway. “Where did you take me?”
I stand and approach her, resting a hand on her lower back.
Every little touch with her is a dream, and my cocoa dick is getting hard again.
“Trash Haven, of course. We’re just in one of the neighborhoods here, that's all. It’s off a bit in the woods.
Newlyweds need their privacy. Can I fix you something to eat? The fridge should be fully stocked.”
Her hands reach to my face, mapping it out. “You have pupils. You didn't have them before.”
I almost swoon myself when she notices my changes.
“Yes, you've taken me into your body twice now, so I am as strong as I’ve been in a long time.
I told you, every time we're intimate, I will grow stronger and stronger until I have my fully human form back.
At that point I can shift at will, and I won't feel compelled to return to my resting state in my mug very often.”
“You had sex with me while I was unconscious? Dude! Not okay!”
“Darling, no,” I'm quick to reassure her.
“I would never touch you in that way without your explicit permission.
I liquified you, that's all. In order to get you home to our place, I had to take you in your cocoa form.
For beverage shifters, it's as good as sex.
I enjoyed it very much. Next time, I'll make sure you're conscious so you can enjoy it as well. Since we are mated, I was able to make you like me for a short period of time. My mug appears to me wherever I land.”
“I'm going to scream. And then I'm probably going to try and break a window and run. I don't know why I'm telling you this. Giving you warning will only make it easier to stop me.”
She takes a step away and unfortunately I have to liquify her again. I can't let her leave until she understands us.
Communicating in this form is trickier, more nuanced.
I can tell she's panicking though, so I wrap myself around her, completely ensconcing her with ribbons of chocolate.
The action makes us foam up, and I can't help but come again.
I know the whipped cream type substance will be spouting out of the mug, but after just a moment, quicker than I expected actually, she relaxes into it.
I feel the tension drain out of her, and she begins to rub up against me in a most salacious manner.
The slick slide of her liquid against mine is almost more than I can handle.
Ha. That was a joke, did you get it?
After she rubs against me, something seems to click within her.
She understands what I meant when I was trying to explain this form of being together, and she throws me off guard when she begins to froth us.
It took me a while to figure out how to froth in my cocoa state, but she's a godsdamn natural.
Devon loses control, completely lost in the moment. We must be spewing all over the place in our sweet little home, but I'll lick up every drop of her I can and call it an honor.
I feel her release cresting, much more sexual in nature than the one I received earlier when we traveled, because this one is intentional. She's grabbing my molecules and thrusting against them, bubbling and making me unable to restrain myself.
I come with a gurgle, making a foamy, sweet mess as she follows me over, and it's almost like we black out for moment. The pleasure is that good. That intense.
Unable to hold these forms anymore, we return to our skins, completely naked and covered in sticky, creamy foam.
She lays on top of me, legs straddled on either side of my waist. She looks down at me with a gasp, my form even firmer than it's been.
Firm enough to give her a good, chocolate dicking if she wants. I exist to fulfill her now.
“That was... unlike anything I've ever experienced. That was incredible. I feel so close to you. It's like... I felt everything you were thinking. Everything you were feeling coursed through me. Like I was inhaling your essence.”
My eyes trip over her beautiful form, lingering over her heaving breasts, her wide hips, and the breath she's still trying to catch as her stomach and her chest rise in and out. Her hair is messed up like I've been running my fingers through it, gripping her.
My hands rest on the juncture of where her thighs meet her legs, so close to her precious, sweetest of heats, that my mouth waters. “You ever had a chocolate bar up in your treasure cave?”
She quivers, biting her lip as she looks down at me. “Are you saying what I think you're saying?”
“You can ride me and it would be like having an entire chocolate fountain inside of you when you make me come. Or I can solidify my tongue for you and you can ride my face like a chocolate making elf. You could gorge yourself on sugar and then I could gorge myself on you, and I could make you scream my name and then lick off my release from your beautiful skin.”
Her hips are already working in mesmerizing little movements on top of me, eyes glazing over. “I definitely want your tongue. Later. Right now, I want that king sized sweet treat between your legs thrusting inside of me.”
I don't think to warn her about my molten cream filling before she's sitting on top of me. Her body is already primed and ready for me, dripping with need. I can't even breathe when she lifts herself and drops again, the incredible heat of her melting me as I work hard to stay solid.
Where my fingers touch her, little chocolate fingerprints are working their way into her skin. I can't wait to get her into the shower and watch her suds up and get clean. Can't wait to see her do everything. Every minute with her now is going to be like a brand-new adventure together.
“Candyland, yes! Oh my gods, Chip. You chocolatey little man slut. You like dipping your chocolate stick in my cream?”
I groan and thrust into her harder, pummeling her sweet heat into oblivion.
Just watching her incredible breasts bounce with each iteration is a feast for my eyes.
The whimpers she’s making turn to screams. Even better is the way she has to gasp for air as she reaches between her perfect legs and strokes the secret spot hidden under her magical curls, which is her undoing.
If I wasn't so intent on holding tight onto her body so I could snap my hips into it, I'd be manipulating that magical button for myself. But the good thing is, there's always going to be a next time.
She screams so loud I almost wonder if she's in pain, but with the way her body is gripping me internally, I know she's just so high on pleasure that she can't function.
I shoot off like a chocolate blast, filling her womb with my hottest of chocolate.
It splashes her insides as I continue to pump, drawing out her orgasm as I release into her.
Eventually I can't move anymore, and I’m laid there in a heap, pinned underneath her and loving it. She collapses on top of my chest, humming in contentment as she plays with the chocolate that's quickly dripping.
She blinks up at me, concerned. “Are you okay?” Her voice is so soft and endearing, such a contrast to the way she was just screaming filthy obscenities into our very virgin house.
“The first few weeks of our union will be the hardest,” I explain to her.
“I'll get stronger every time we spend time together, every time we come together.
For the times when I can't be with you like this, just know that you are the sunset of my life. The vision I long to look into at all hours of the day. You are the wonder that never ceases, the only reason my heart beats.”
She blinks tears. “That's the nicest thing a stranger has ever said to me.”
“We'll only be strangers for a short time.
Pretty soon you're going to know me better than you know yourself.
You're going to have a whole list of exotic recipes memorized for whatever chocolate you're craving.
We'll build a chocolate empire together, and make sweet, sweet creations.
I'm sorry this has to happen so quickly, this must be such a shock to you. I wish I could spare you from that unpleasant aspect.”
“I was scared at first. I should never have resisted though; I see now this is what I was always meant to be doing.
I knew there had to be a reason that chocolate always called to me more than any other dessert.
You were always my destiny, weren't you?
The reward I've been waiting my whole life to taste.”
I nod, feeling my body start to disappear.
“I wish I could stay longer and care for you, it is my sincerest regret that I'm fading now. Once I rest, I'll be back with you as soon as I can. Make sure you take care of yourself. Take a bath, make it nice and steamy. There’re some wonderful salts in there just for your use. There are also meals ready to heat up in the fridge, I had it spelled to read your thoughts and create the perfect meals for you. I will see you soon, my love, my sugar queen.”
I melt away, returning to my cup, shrinking into my powdered form inside the special bag. But as I rest, I feel her presence nearby, and it recharges me faster than ever. It won't be long until I'm crawling between those sweet thighs of her again and reminding her exactly what I can do for her.