Evan stood in front of Callisa's house. Well, he was still at university, so it was a bit gothic, but to think she lived in a house like that.
He swallowed hard and rang the doorbell.
A moment later, Calisa answered the door, dressed only in a white tank top and blue shorts.
"Come in."
Evan walked in. Inside, the house seemed much more modern than the outside. She led him to the living room, where they sat on the couch.
The vixen stretched, showing off her legs.
"You impressed me with that beetroot burger."
"Thanks."
Evan found it hard to concentrate. Callisa, especially her womanly arguments, were absorbing all his attention.
"There are a lot of things like that in human cuisine."
"A lot..."
For some reason, he glanced at her large breasts, which were spilling out of her tank top.
"Things that pretend to be meat." "Oh yeah..."
He laughed lightly. He focused on her breasts.
"There's a bit of that, though it's mostly vegan."
"Vegan?"
"Some people don't eat meat, but they want to eat things similar to it."
Callisa looked a little lost in thought. Evan, meanwhile, continued to stare at her.
"You seem tense. Maybe you should take a shower to relax."
Evan laughed a little shyly and within moments was in the shower. The hot water was helping him relax. He wondered if they weren't going too far. They'd only known each other for a week.
"A week is still quite a long time."
He looked back and saw Calisa, who after a moment began rubbing him down with soap.
"So..."
She smiled at him and brought her foxlike face closer to him.
"So?"
"I've never done that." She smiled and whispered in his ear.
"Then I'll be your first."
Before he could respond, she kissed him. He kissed her back. After a moment, Callisa began kissing him more and more intensely. Saliva dripped from their lips, and they broke off when they needed air.
"Wonderful, much better than anything."
Evan felt happy hearing that. Suddenly, Callisa looked down. Evan's cock was poking her stomach. Smiling, she knelt down.
"I'll try."
She licked her lips and began to give him a blowjob. The feeling was incredible. Evan couldn't resist and ejaculated in Callisa's mouth before he could warn her.
But Callisa didn't care and swallowed it all.
"Delicious. The legends didn't lie."
Before he could ask what the legends were, the vixen looked at his stiff shaft. She threw him down on the tile bathroom floor and mounted him, impaling herself on him, then immediately began riding him at high speed. Evan could only moan from the repeated thrusts of her hips. He felt her full weight and wetness on his penis. She lowered herself onto him and began licking and kissing him intensely. He finally came, flooding her insides, but he still didn't soften. He remained hard.
Callisa looked at him, licking her lips, saliva dripping from her lips. She quickly wiped it away and said,
"Let's change places."
Then she quickly dried herself and Evan. She picked him up and carried him out of the bathroom. He thought she was carrying him to the bedroom, but no. She carried him to the kitchen and placed him on the counter.
This surprised and slightly alarmed him. When he saw Callisa putting on an apron, he thought it was some kind of kitchen sex. After a moment, he saw rope in her hands. Bondage?
"Do you like it?"
"I love it."
She replied in an incredibly passionate voice.
She grabbed his hand and folded it like a chicken wing.
"Now I'm going to tie you up."
Within moments, not only were both his arms folded and tied to his torso, but his legs were also pressed against his chest and crossed at the ankles. She'd even tied his penis. He looked like a tied chicken or turkey. Callisa stood over him, licking her lips.
"Human. Legendary meat. All mine."
"Callisa..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Callisa closed his mouth with a kiss, which he returned.
"Leave it to me. I'll make you delicious."
Evan felt confused. This really was some weird role play.
"Okay, time to set the oven."
A moment later, Evan saw Callisa standing by a truly enormous oven, setting the temperature.
"-180 degrees Celsius will be perfect."
He heard the oven turn on. Next, she pulled a really large roasting pan out of the cupboard and set it next to Evan. Then she took a bag of potatoes and carrots from the fridge and threw them in the sink. Then she took out the spice jars. He read the labels: sage, rosemary, thyme, garlic, coarse salt, and pepper. Then she took a knob of butter and dropped it into a saucepan over low heat.
"Callisa..."
Evan felt strangely uneasy. Callisa, however, ignored him. She quickly washed and chopped the vegetables. A moment later, they were in the bowls beside him.
"Callisa..."
She kissed him again in response.
"Don't worry, you'll taste delicious."
Then she picked it up with both hands and placed it in the roasting pan. After a moment, she grabbed a saucepan and a brush and began spreading butter on it, then sprinkled it with herbs and salt.
"Callisa... this role play is probably going a bit too far."
He was covered in butter and herbs, and on top of that, tied up like a chicken or a turkey. She looked at him in surprise.
"This isn't role play."
"What? How..."
He didn't get to finish when he suddenly felt an apple in his mouth. The fox kissed him through the apple. Her eyes burned with passion and hunger.
"I'll make you a wonderful roast." A truly legendary dish. Worthy of the legends of your race.
Evan groaned through his apple. Callisa glanced at the oven.
"We're talking here, and the oven will be ready soon."
She lined the entire area around it with carrots and potatoes with rosemary.
"Almost ready. One more thing."
She took a meat thermometer and began dousing the tip with butter. She held it close to Evan's butt.
"I'm sorry, Evan, but I need to know your temperature to know when you're ready."
Even though Evan jerked and groaned, the thermometer was completely inside him, the dial at his buttocks. Callisa straightened and exhaled, wiping her forehead with her hand.
"Ready. You look better than I thought."
Then she began sniffing him. She drooled and licked her lips.
"You smell wonderful now. Heavenly. Now I understand all these legends." Evan tried to ask what legends she was referring to, but the apple in his mouth prevented him from doing so.
She moved the roasting pan to the kitchen cart, and at that very moment, the oven began to beep, signaling its readiness.
"It's ready."
She placed the cart next to the oven and opened the door. Hot air billowed from inside. Callisa carefully slid the roasting pan with Evan inside and waved at him through the glass.
Evan squirmed in his bonds. He couldn't believe it. He was in the roasting pan. Naked, tied up, rubbed with olive oil and spices, and surrounded by vegetables. He wanted to scream, but there was an apple in his mouth. Like a roasted pig.
After a few moments, Callisa pulled him out of the oven. He secretly hoped she would untie him. Instead, she rubbed him with more butter and slid him inside. He squirmed inside and felt himself sweating, his sweat dripping into the roasting pan.
Another basting, and then back inside. He began to sweat profusely. His sense of smell told him it wasn't sweat, though, but meat juice.
When Callisa pulled him out again, she began to baste him with it. Like a roast.
"You smell really wonderful, Evan. I can't wait for our dinner."
She pushed him in again. He had to admit. He could smell a wonderful aroma. The smell of a wonderful roast. It made his mouth water, but there was a problem. That smell was the scent of his own body.
With each pull, he looked and smelled more and more like roasted meat, and his skin took on a delicious color. The heat was intense, but thankfully bearable. He could move, but the bonds didn't allow him much.
Finally, she pulled him out for the final basting.
"Dinner's almost ready, Evan."
She basted him with more juices and replaced the apple with a fresh one before putting it back in the oven.
Callisa began the final preparations. On the white tablecloth-covered dining table, a bowl of arugula salad and a basket of sliced baguette awaited. A beautiful porcelain plate with silver cutlery was also set. A bottle of Chianti Classico with a crystal glass was also placed. Only the main seat in the center of the table was empty.
Soon.
Evan was finally ready. Roasted and alive.
"Are you alive?! That's great! I was hoping it would work, but I wasn't sure."
Evan squirmed slightly in the roasting pan.
"Don't worry, everything will be ready soon."
She transferred Evan to a silver platter and covered him with the vegetables he had been roasting with.
"It looks wonderful. Incredibly appetizing. However, you're missing a few things to make it perfect."
She put paper turkey socks on his feet.
"Elegant, and one more thing." She pulled the thermometer out of his ass, then grabbed a really big carrot and shoved it up his ass.
"Perfect. A perfect roast. Truly worthy of legend."
Then she covered it with a silver lid and carried it to the table, placing it in a place of honor.
She spent the last few moments making Evan's delicious homemade gravy. By the time she had set out a full gravy boat, everything was ready.
"Dinner is served."