Molten Chocolate Novels & Stories

The orgasm that ripped through me was so intense, tears spilled down the sides of my face from its force. “Time for the hot stuff” he said seductively as he licked his lower lip which was wet with the mixture of the ice cream and my cum. The whole cycle repeated as he spread the warm, liquid chocolate all over my breasts and then down on my entire pussy. My second orgasm came and I couldn’t decide which felt more pleasurable, warm chocolate, or the cold vanilla ice cream. As both of them made my pleasure triple in intensity.

Chastity asked, looking embarrassed for not knowing. “It is a cake that has liquid chocolate in the center. When you cut open the cake, chocolate oozes out of it. It’s close to heaven for a chocolate lover.” “Oh Ok. I’ll try that please.” “You’ll love it. I promise. Would you like anything sir?” “No thank you. I’m good. Please let the chef know that the steak was perfect.” I said. “He’ll be happy to hear that. I’ll be back shortly. Would you like a refill on your drinks?” Theresa asked.

But what I heard from her made my brow furrow. ‘Miss Mirena’s old man?’ Miss Mirena gave me a quick glance before turning to face Miss Elena, who was setting the two cups on the center table in front of us. There, I noticed it was a hot chocolate drink. The scent is tantalizing, a combination of chocolate and sweet vanilla. Tiny marshmallows float on the surface, their fluffy white tops contrasting with the dark liquid. ‘My favorite drink!’ My attention from the hot chocolate drink was diverted because of the sound of Miss Mirena and Miss Elina’s voices.

Her plump hands reached for the highest-quality Belgian dark chocolate bars with 75 percent cacao. Harper placed the chocolate on a wooden cutting board. Her large knife began to move with rapid, precise rhythm. The sound of the blade hitting the board echoed through the kitchen, sounding like a war drum she was beating herself. She melted the dark chocolate with thick butter in a heated bowl. A thick, glossy black liquid began to form, emitting a bittersweet aroma so rich, strong, and sensual that it filled the air around her. Harper stirred the batter slowly, closing her eyes for a moment, enjoying the warmth of the chocolate steam hitting her sweat-drenched face.

Weird girl. I finished my chocolate, it had begun to melt a little, leaving the wrapper slightly covered with melted chocolate. I looked around, spotted a bin, and walked over, tossing it in. I was about to push my sleeve up with my other hand when the reminder that I had no hand to do that with, returned.

I eyed the mug. “What's in it?” I asked. He smiled, picking up the mug and approaching me. “Why don't you drink and find out?” I pursed my lips, contemplating whether to take it or not. Sighing, I took the mug from him, staring at the dark brown liquid. “Wait… this is hot chocolate.” “I never said it wasn't.” He replied, shoving his hands into his pockets. I glared at him before lifting the cup and taking a sip. My taste buds sang as the thick rich liquid chocolate washed over them.

Edward retorted. The kettle clicked and he grabbed two cups to pour the water into. Sebastian squinted at the sachets and Edward realised that his boyfriend would have never experienced instant hot chocolate. “All you have to do is pour the powder from that sachet into the cup and mix it,” he instructed. “Then it magically turns to hot chocolate.” Sebastian followed his instructions and looked impressed when the contents of the cup turned into hot chocolate. “That’s cool,” he commented. “Royal hot chocolate has melted chocolate in and full fat milk.”

"Yes, baby. But I'll be back before you know it. I promise." Pascal's bottom lip jutted out. "But it's Saturday. You're not supposed to work on Saturday." Where had he heard that? Oh. Right. From Nikolai, not ten minutes ago. "I know, sweetheart, but sometimes work needs me even on weekends. That's what being chief secretary means." She brushed his hair back from his forehead. "Tell you what… I'll bring you a Speedy Fudge. Would that make it better?" Pascal's eyes lit up immediately. Speedy Fudge was one of Lancaster Group's most popular chocolate products…a rich, creamy bar with caramel swirls that Pascal absolutely adored.

I asked, my heart racing from the sudden start. "Make sure to save some chocolate for later," he instructed with a wide grin. I couldn't help but laugh as I scooped a bit of the velvety chocolate into a separate bowl, relishing the urge to lick the spoon clean. It was undeniable - warm, gooey chocolate was a taste unlike any other.

I hold up the small, gilded jug and they all follow suit. Then I pour the caramel over the sphere. They do the same. One by one, the chocolate melts, collapses, and reveals: A delicate, warm oat custard infused with vanilla, rippled with condensed milk caramel, and topped with cinnamon oat crumble and a crisp praline shard. On the side, a small quenelle of milk tea gelato and a laced oat tuile catch the light. Gasps go up and I sit. Even Margot and Charles are mesmerized.