The Breeder Mage
Copyright© 2026 by Duncan Mickloud
Chapter 10: Hamburgers
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 10: Hamburgers - A horny mage travels from place to place, living several lifetimes. A man dies from an accident and wakes up mysteriously on a backwards world. A devotee of a naughty God, he enjoys another life there as a mage. He is nursed back to life by a girl, and she has her way with him. He is unable to fend her off. She, her sisters, and her mother use him for months until he is well enough to leave. He leaves them with three babies. There follows other adventures and women. 10 chapters. Apx. 3-hour read
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft Coercion BiSexual Fairy Tale High Fantasy Historical Restart Science Fiction Extra Sensory Perception Magic Sharing
One day, I was passing by a small storefront and stopped inside to browse for a minute. Later on, I found myself in the back. I don’t generally go deep into a store. I am rather large, and I feel hemmed in when I am way back inside a tight or strange place.
They had what passes for a cast-iron meat grinder. I saw it and knew I could make hamburgers and meatloaf using this device. I realized this is what was used to make the minced meats and minced olives I have seen. The grinder came with three wheels to make mince of different fineness. The biggest holes were perfect for hamburger meat. I bought two of the machines. They are expensive, but I had plans.
Charcoal is the preferred cooking method here, whether you are cooking indoors or outdoors. Charcoal lasts longer than wood. Best of all, it provides a steady heat when used properly.
Most cooking is done indoors on what looks like a rectangular Japanese hibachi. I have two of them. One is 12 x 12, and the other is 14 x 20. Larger stoves are available.
There is a particular type of man who makes charcoal. You can tell one of them when you see them, as they and their clothes are covered in dark, black soot.
The charcoal makers cut 1- to 3-inch-thick limbs. They section them into 4 or 5-inch-long pieces. They use a large brick kiln to slow-cook the cut pieces.
By controlling the fire underneath the kiln, they turn the limb pieces from twigs to rods of charcoal. On ‘Here,’ we use it for cooking.
The firebox is part of the kiln located underneath. A wood fire is started in the firebox and must be tended for at least 2 days. That’s long enough to slow-cook the limb pieces until they have turned into charcoal.
The climate here means you don’t need to heat your house in winter. You merely wear a woolen sweater when it gets cold. With all the sheep and goats around, wool coats, dresses, and sweaters are common.
The second day after I took Sandda out to eat, I was getting a bath at the bathhouse. I got her all dizzy again when she was washing my glans. I slid my hand under her waist wrap. I soon had her shaking and whimpering through another finger-induced climax.
Sandda sighed. “You never touch my melons. You have not tried to hug me or kiss me. How is it you can do what you did so easily? I have never heard of this. I have never allowed a man to take liberties with me.”
I said, “The short answer is I am more experienced. I am old enough that I understand what makes women feel good. I know this better than any man. I enjoy being near a happy woman. You are happy right now, aren’t you, Sandda? If you come work for me, I can do this for you whenever you like. That’s something to think about.”
She said, “You say you want me to become your cook. If I did, you would do this for me sometimes? You won’t squeeze my melons hard or put babies in me?”
I said, “Yes, whatever you wish.”
I held up my hand and pointed to my birth control ring.
I said, “This prevents babies when I wear it. It is a magic ring that stops me from making babies.”
She said, “It just looks like a common silver ring.”
I took it off and put it in her hand, “Hold this. Close your eyes. Do you feel it?”
“YES. What am I feeling?”
I said, “Magic. You have a little bit of magic inside you. It lets you feel the ring’s magic. I wear this so I don’t leave a lot of unwanted babies around. I get horny like all other men. However, I tend to consort with women almost every day.”
“Think of all the babies I would make if I did that. Every woman would leave my bed pregnant. Women want me, and this want makes them weak for me. So, they visit me and get what they want.”
Sandda “Goodness, me. I’ll do it. I’ll be your cook if you leave my melons alone and put no babies in me. Please, make me feel that feeling again. Is that a bargain?”
I said, “Yes, that is a bargain,” and we shook hands.
She quit the bathhouse that day.
For several weeks, I spent each evening teaching Sandda my favorite recipes. She was able to understand and copy what I did exactly with no problem.
I would cook one night and talk as I made the dish. The next night, she would make the same exact dish. That way, she reinforced what I did soon enough so she could know it.
One night, we were making something new: hamburgers. I put the small oven attachment on top of the bigger hibachi. They just called them stoves. Anyway, I had leftover yeast from making round butter-top bread the previous day. I made a small batch of bread and divided it into four parts to make four hamburger buns.
I baked the buns in the oven. I used eggs, olive oil, and spices to make homemade mayonnaise. I soon had me a small cup of mayo in a small crock.
I had ground mustard seed and used a teaspoon size glob of mayo and mustard seed to make a mustard spread.
I put chunks of beef through one of my meat grinders. I hand-formed four patties. When the buns were done, I removed the oven top from the hibachi. I threw my burgers on the hot grill. The burgers sizzled and smelled divine immediately. I heard Ooohhs from Sandda.
Shit, I had forgotten to make french fries.
We gobbled our burgers down, juices running down our faces. We split one of them, so I ate 2 1/2 burgers, and Sandda had 1 1/2. I had made just the right amount of mayonnaise and mustard.
Sandda said, “This is the absolute best food I have ever eaten. I wish I could go to the market and get these every day.”
It was the next night when I introduced her to French fries. Sandda had made the burgers and buns. Now she was really in heaven.
At this point, we had not made noodles or pizza yet. Those are both rather time-consuming.
One day, I made small cakes from flour, yeast, and some dry honey. Dry honey is what you get when you leave honey out so long that it dries up. You have to keep it covered to keep out insects. It will eventually turn into a whitish brick. It can then be shaved to produce a granulated sugar-like product. I used a little milk while experimenting with making my cakes.
For the top, I spread the cakes’ tops thinly with regular honey. Then I sprinkled citrus peel shavings on the honeyed top. I had created our first new dessert. Cake was not a thing here. Pies are common in Green Pines because we have almost every fruit known to man here.
Sandda would come into my room late, occasionally, when she wanted me to help her feel good. One night, I was naked when she knocked. She came in and asked me to help her feel good. I sat up and had her stand between my legs. At this time, she had seen me quite a few times nude because she had washed me at the bathhouse many times. I still go to the bathhouse every other day.
This time, I decided to really take my time. I wet my finger and just barely touched Sandda’s little slit. Sitting down and looking up at her gave me a different view. The few times I had rubbed her off, I was standing, so I did not see her pussy opening. Looking at it, I realized why it was so easy to find her clitoris. She only has peach fuzz an inch above her clit. Therefore, Sandda’s ‘man in the boat’ stands out like a small cock.
The view I had reminded me of Podilla’s pussy. That had been a sweet-tasting pussy. I wish I had more than a few occasions to be with Podilla. I wondered what Sandda tastes like.
I decided to find out. I worked Sandda up, and then backed off. I did that several times; she was whining and sobbing by the time I let her cum. She was shaking, and it was easy to pull her over me on her back beside me. I kept my finger on her button, just worrying at it gently. I leaned over and pulled her to me and hugged her.
She sighed and relaxed in my arms.
Sandda whispered, “No babies, no babies,” as she convulsed in ecstasy, her completion ended with a scream.
Afterwards, I kissed her cheek gently as she began to doze off. I used Magic to turn off my staff’s light. Sandda slept in my arms for the first time. I like how her body feels next to me.
In the morning, I felt her jerk awake. I held her delicately and quietly said, “You’re OK, you’re OK, sweet girl. I have you. Nothing bad has happened. You just fell asleep after I got you to feel good last night.”
We lay that way for a while. I may be getting a crush on her. Her body is soft and fragrant; it seems to call to me. She touches me with butterfly lightness. She is so much more feminine than any woman I have been with in this world or my last. A large-busted woman who is more feminine than all the rest.
She came to me again the next night. I did the same thing up until the part where she was lying on her back. I moved down as she was lying there in a pre-orgasmic stage. I slid down and sneakily licked her labia, leaving her clit out of it for now.
I worked her over for some time. I got her to the edge of orgasming, and then I stopped. I was keeping her sensations up high. I did this again and again.
I did not grab her tits. I knew how she felt about that. I softly ran my hands on her tummy and thighs. I inhaled her deeply through my nose.
She said, “You’re being nasty, licking me like that.”
I said, “You taste good. Mmmm ... I love your taste and the smell of your womanhood.”
“Womanhood? Oh ... my...”
I ran my tongue in her belly button.
“Nooo Edward ... that tickles too much.”
I began the slow seduction of her pussy with my tongue. If ever there was a woman I wanted to slide my cock into, it was Sandda. Her pussy holds a great mystery. She is making me work hard for this.
It made me wonder how deep she was inside, how tight she is? I will say, she has the fattest, most plush feeling pussy it has been my joy to touch.
I wormed a finger into her. She still has a partial hymen. I was careful. I didn’t want to deal with that right now.