Goddess Green lounged on her throne, the soft glow of candles flickering around her. Her butt protruded invitingly, its roundness begging to be admired. She watched as her subject knelt before her, his eyes locked onto her derriere.
"You want to worship my ass, don't you?" she purred, her voice seductive. The subject nodded eagerly, his hands trembling with anticipation. He knew what was coming next.
"Good," she replied, her voice taking on a teasing tone. "Because first, you're going to worship my farts."
His eyebrows shot up in surprise, but he couldn't deny the thrill coursing through him. This was what he had been waiting for—to please Goddess Green in every way possible.
"I want you to inhale deeply," she instructed, "and tell me how wonderful my farts are."
The subject took a deep breath, his nostrils flaring as he took in the pungent aroma. "Your farts are divine," he murmured, his voice shaking with excitement. "They're so powerful and intoxicating."
Goddess Green let out a slow, satisfied sigh. This was the kind of devotion she lived for—worship that went beyond the physical. Her subject was truly devoted to her, willing to submit to her every whim.
"Now," she said, "you may worship my ass."
Without hesitation, the subject leaned forward, pressing his lips against her buttocks. He kissed her again and again, his tongue darting out to taste her skin. He ran his hands up and down her thighs, massaging her flesh with reverence.
"Oh yes," Goddess Green moaned, arching her back in pleasure. "That's it, my little toady. Show me how much you love my ass."
And so, the ritual continued, with the subject worshipping Goddess Green's ass and farts in equal measure. He lapped up every drop of sweat that trickled down her back, savoring the taste of his queen. As the night wore on, he grew bolder, propping himself up on his elbows to get a better view of her glorious ass.
Finally, when she deemed him worthy, Goddess Green let him enter her from behind. He groaned in ecstasy as he felt her warmth envelop him, his hands gripping her hips tightly. Together, they moved in a primal dance of worship and devotion, their bodies becoming one in the dim light of the candles.
As dawn broke, the ritual came to an end. Goddess Green's subject collapsed at her feet, exhausted but satisfied. He looked up at her, his eyes shining with love and adoration. She smiled down at him, her heart filled with the knowledge that she had found her true devotee.
"Thank you, my love," she whispered, running her fingers through his hair. "You are truly the most devoted subject I could ever ask for."
And so, their bond was sealed, their love for each other's bodies and souls intertwined forever.
