Nyo2p! England :: Agatha Kirkland

Agatha had lovingly invited you over for tea at her manor! Showing up to the address, you were immediately greeted by a lavish palace of candy. The roof had pink tiles, the main walls were a pastel blue that smelled faintly of blue raspberry syrup, her garden seemed to grow cupcakes off the branches, golden accents lining her property entirely which made her place seem like it was wrapped in a chocolate bar wrapper.

Just as you were about to stop marvelling, Agatha burst through the door. “I knew I felt you outside my home! Please, darling! Come inside, it’ll get chilly and we don’t want the cold air to bite you!” She ushered you inside where the sweetness continued.

Her furniture was mainly supported by white wood, pink and blue strips switching on the walls, and in the middle of her estate, a large entrance to a bakery. “Oh, sweetie, don’t be shy, now! Come in, come in! This is truly where home is!”

She led you inside where the smell of sugar became more prominent. There was a granduer of jars, all labeled neatly in fairytale like cursive. Sugar, jam, salt, cacao powder, sprinkles, and the list went on. You weren’t standing for long as she quickly pulled you towards a plush pink seat, setting a plate down in front of you. Beyond your plate, sitting in the middle of the table like an untouchable exhibit, were cookies, cupcakes, macaroons, treats from all over the globe. “Please do dig in! I’ve baked them all myself. The tea is just about ready, dear!” She walked towards her stove where a pot sat before taking it off the stove with practiced efficiency.

As she poured two cups of tea, she walked back over, placing a cup in front of you. “So, darling,” You took a bite of a cupcake and she smiled a bit wider, “How is it? Wonderful? Sweet? Perfect?” She asked, basically shaking with excitement.

You were about to reply before suddenly you seemed to short circuit on your reply. “It’s okay, darling. I know it’s spectacular.” She crooned, “Or, maybe it’s something else?” She tilted her head.

Her eyes fell to your shaking arms before they fell uselessly to your sides. “Don’t worry about it, sugar pie. Just let go, it’s easier to be in the mindful bliss, yes?” She didn’t wait for a reply before scooping your limp body in her arms. She kissed your forehead softly and carried you to her bedroom.

The travel was a blur, all you could feel was the soft cushions of her mattess and pillows. “Now, now, I want to test a bit, okay, dear?” She sat at the edge of the bed, “Take off your clothes.”

Your body moved on its own, sliding whatever garments you had on, leaving you bare for her eyes to see. “Wonderful.. now, dear, we can’t move to the main course immediately. That’s no fun. So won’t you be a darling and spread your legs for me?”

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