The stomachache Pastel Goddess had was excruciating, and all she wanted was some relief. Fortunately, she had the perfect slave for the task at hand - someone who would do anything to please her, even if it meant getting a face full of farts. The goddess called out to him, her voice barely above a whisper due to the pain that wracked her body. He didn't hesitate; he knew what she needed from him.
As he approached, he could smell the acrid stench emanating from his mistress's nether regions. It was strong enough to make him gag, but he forced himself to remain calm and focused. She lay on the bed, her beautiful body twisted into an uncomfortable position as she tried to find some relief for her stomachache.
"Please, my lady," he whispered, his voice hoarse from holding back the urge to vomit. "Use my mouth, my tongue, anything you need to ease your pain."
Pastel Goddess turned her head slightly towards him, her eyes narrowing in determination. "I want you to lick my asshole," she commanded, her voice steady despite the discomfort she was in. "And when I fart on your tongue, you are to swallow it down without hesitation."
The slave hesitated for a moment before nodding his understanding. He knew this was going to be a difficult task, but he also knew that disobeying his mistress would result in consequences he couldn't even begin to imagine. So, he positioned himself between her legs and gingerly reached out to touch her perfect, rounded ass cheeks.
"Don't worry," she reassured him, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll let you know when it's time to breathe."
And with that, she closed her eyes and let out a long, low sigh. It was the signal he'd been waiting for. He pressed his face closer to her supple flesh and began licking her tight asshole, his tongue tracing every crevice and fold of her sensitive skin. The goddess let out small moans of pleasure as he worked his magic on her most intimate area.
As he licked, she began to fart into his waiting mouth. The first few blasts were weak and barely made it past his lips, but as she continued to release gas, the farts became stronger and more potent. He knew he couldn't show any signs of weakness or discomfort, so he swallowed each fart down without complaint, even as they burned his throat and made him gag.
After what felt like an eternity, Pastel Goddess finally let out a long, powerful fart that shook her entire body. It was the one she'd been holding in for ages, and it finally found its way out of her asshole and into her loyal slave's mouth. He swallowed it down, savoring the taste of his mistress's ass on his tongue.
When it was over, both of them were spent. Pastel Goddess lay on the bed, her breathing ragged as she tried to recover from the pain that still lingered in her stomach. The slave remained by her side, his face covered in sweat and his mouth tasting of ass and farts.
"Thank you, my slave," she murmured, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from his face. "Your devotion is truly humbling."
And with that, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, leaving the slave to wonder if he would ever get used to the taste of his mistress's ass in his mouth.
