King of the Broken Table

Saber Alter by Shirow Miwa

"..."

"Goths."

"I accidentally made ten." All put on the table.

A feast like this must be shared. "Eat with me. Enjoy the fruits of your labor. Food tastes better when eaten with ones you love."

Hair tied in a ponytail. Housewife mode: engaged. "Five platefuls, the works, extra extra extra spicy. Right away, love."

"Excellent. Then I shall be standing by until it is time to eat." She's just waiting at the table, patiently, hands folded over her lap. As expected of a king with zero talent for cooking. "Thank you, beloved husband."

"Would you like some?"

"Yes. Five platefuls with the rice and beans, please. Make it the way I like it."

"Oho! You speak my language, don't you? The universal language of chile! Take a sit, foreign king, I'm gonna make something called a picante, a cream you put on bread. You will be burning from the inside out, but you bet it's tasty!"

"Regrettably, I do not do so fluently. But I have been learning as of late. Those close to me have been seeing to it. As have they to expand my palette." Thank you for that dearest husband. "Very well. I will not refuse your hospitality, Goddess of Venus and the Sun. You'll find my stomach is iron and my tongue more than ready to sample even more of your exquisite food."

"You've changed me irrevocably. I want to see more of that face."

"You'll see more of it if you behave. Are you calmed down?" And brushing his hair back into face here, a little dusting off there. "Honestly, I should get a leash for you at some point you silly silly man."

"A-Ah?" Mouth open, wondering what's the plan here.

And down into the throat the fingers go. Gotta get it out of his system one way or another. "Why'd you even eat them all, honestly? If this doesn't work, I'll have to break your hips you know."

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA OKAY I'M STILL! I'M STILL!"

"Good boy. Now hold still and open your mouth."