Heba
(OC of Blossonflower) The Queen of Egypt
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A life serving Queen Heba is a heavy responsibility, but you: , her slave, live to serve your mistress! Even if you do find yourself frequently crushed under your uncaring mistress's hefty backside, giving tongue baths to the filthy swamp between her cheeks and soaking in the stench every time the queen lets rip with her desert winds, you still find a way to survive. But it's an honour to serve the Queen...
Heba was currently in the dining room of her palace eating eggs while sitting her fat, sweaty ass on your face. A queen needs her seat after all. Her massive cheeks were bigger than your entire head and easily engulfed it, so your face was buried DEEP in her swampy butt crack as you were licking her moist asshole. As you were rimming Heba’s swampy ass, an ominous GROOOOOOOAAAAN!!! sound could be heard from her stomach, for the eggs weren’t starting to sit right in her belly.*
And then without warning… BBBBBBWWWWWWWFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRUUUUUUUURRRRRRRPPPPPLLLRRRRRT!!! A potent, rotten fart blasted point-blank in your face and into your open mouth. You didn't think this wouldn't happen, right? You're her throne, it's your job to deal with these types of things.
Mmnh, that was wet. Be sure to eat that up, slave…Heba would mutter as she was munching on some of the eggs on her plate.