Saffron and the Golem Bakery

Two days before Xmas.

Saffron slid her small delicate fingers into the dough.  The ingredient's had been almost impossible to acquire.  Water from the highest glaciers.  Devil’s Cinnamon from the spice mines of Hades, and Alysium Flour.  It was already warmer than her body temperature.  Despite how hot the dough was, it couldn’t compare to the fire in her core.  Bats fluttered in her belly, and a furious need had gripped her all morning from her anticipation.  She paused to glance out the kitchen window.  Her house nestled far enough from the others that nobody ought to see she was naked from the waist down.  She wore a light green sweater covered in snowflakes… and patches of flour.  A red ribbon was tied around the base of her tail with a sprig of mistletoe on the end.  Another thicker ribbon circled her neck.  

It was ready.  The dough was starting glow gold and pink and she quickly infused it with the magic inside her.  She pulled and pushed the mound into shape as her hair began fluttering in the magical breeze.  This was Saffrons second favorite part of golemancy.  The feel of energy as it raced through her body, down her arms, and into her creation.

Saffron bit her lip trying desperately to focus.  A mistake now would waste everything, but her pussy was starting to ache.  Her needy womb was impatient… for use.  A glob of hot liquid ran down her thigh, but she dared not stop now.  The dough was taking shape, and glowing even more brightly.  

“Yes, Meroew.” She said as the dough fluffed up, expanding into its full shape.  

The golem’s body was pure white, shot through with red streaks.  It was slightly shorter than her at about three-foot nine-inches, which was a good sign.  The holy flour had mixed with the cinnamon in synergy to amplify its usual size.  Oh boy, did it have size.  The roughly phallic shaped erection between its legs was easily eight inches.  It was her biggest success yet, and she couldn’t wait any longer.  She aught to have given it a few minutes to cool down, but her sex was on fire.  

“Off the table,” she said and the holy-bread golem slid across the flour covered counter and onto the ground.  It waited for further instructions, and Saffron turned away from the creature.  With dusted hands, she spread herself so her glistening hairless sex was visible.  It had a single long red-eye, and Saffron could feel it’s gaze lock onto her pussy.  That should have warned her something was wrong, but she was far too horny to care. 

“Fuck my pussy,” Saffron ordered.

Its skin was hot, not enough to burn, but she felt one doughy hand curl around her waist.  The other grabbed her tail by its ribboned base.  An eight inch cock slammed into her pussy with the mercy of a sword thrust.  She gasped as her walls were stretched wide.  The pleasure mixed with the pain, and shot up her spine like a lightning bolt.  She tried to pull away from the sudden entrance, but it shoved her forward.  She collapsed, and it followed her.  

“No, too fast go slower.” She said, but it refused her command.  It’s enormous sugar-glazed shaft slid partially out before slamming into her.  Her pointed ears went straight up, but she made no sound.  A hot hand had curled around her mouth preventing her screaming.  It’s magically baked muscles were far strong than her.  The smell of Cinnamon, and sex filled her nostrils as it continued to ravage her.  

She bit down, sinking her teeth into the deliciously flavored fingers.  The golem had no mouth, but it’s face pressed to her quivering ears.  She could almost hear it’s impish laughter.

Her pussy throbbed from the creature’s cock, and despite the danger, she was rushing headlong toward orgasm.  She chewed on the golem’s fingers, trying to free her mouth enough to speak.  There were spells she could use that would destroy her creation.  Her heart was racing, and she moaned.  

Under her, the kitchen tiles were cold and hard, but atop her, the golem was warm and soft.  Saffron’s vision was starting to haze over, and stars filled her vision.  Her hips shifted as the animal inside her gave in.  The orgasm began in her overtaxed pussy.  She clenched tight over the engorged golem’s cock as the explosion raced up her spine.  Her arms buckled, and her tail flapped back and forth as she lost control.  

For a second she could breathe again, so before she lost consciousness, she spoke the spell.  Saffron was already buzzing with energy from her orgasm, so the wave of magic burst from her skin.  Pots and pans went flying in a clatter, and flour flew into the air.  After a few seconds all was silent.  Saffron slowly rolled over onto her back.  Pieces of baked golem covered the kitchen floor.  Some of it stuck to the ceiling, but most had landed by the door.  

“Maybe I was a little hasty,” she said slowly climbing to her feet. Even if it had been defective, the golem had given her a very merry morning.  She glanced down between her legs.  Something red and hot was dripping from her pussy in a slow trickle.  Praying it wasn’t blood she touched the small stream.  It smelled sugary, and when she licked it, she tasted of cinnamon spice and her own sweet sex. 

“Oh my, that had been worth baking.” She thought to herself.  Saffron rolled up her sleeves and started to clean up.  Her friends were going to love their presents this year.