By: causticblast
“Miss Evelynn?”
“Hm?”
“The VIP is here. For the, uh, ‘meet & greet’...?”
“Send him in.”
Laying atop silky sheets in her private bedroom, Evelynn of K/DA fame chuckled at the euphemism used by her security guard. This was no ordinary meet and greet, and her outfit made it plainly clear. Her sleek silvery-blue crop jacket did nothing to hide her midriff, and barely covered the nipples of her voluptuous bare breasts. And below the waist, there was even less to be left to the imagination. A thin pair of black panties followed the angled V of her hips before disappearing between her thick juicy rear, accentuating the stunning cleavage of her ass.
She lazily drew her metal claws up her long legs, riding the curves of her irresistible hips, tracing an invisible line that brought her hand to her breasts. The tastefully placed mirror on the wall beside the bed gave her a wonderful, self-indulgent view of her own lustworthy figure. She tipped her trademark sunglasses down and met the piercing yellow eyes of her reflection, very satisfied with the seductive presentation of her own immaculate body. Her very existence was dripping with sex appeal, and she knew exactly how to make the most of it.
Evelynn turned to face the main door, where the guard would soon return with the very lucky man who had won some very intimate private time with her. She sat up on the edge of the large bed and crossed her legs, making sure to present herself in the most alluring way possible. That simple movement, however, caused something formidable to shift in her gut, catching her off guard for a brief moment.
The unmistakable feeling of monstrous gas was roiling inside her. It had waited long enough already: between rehearsals, Q&A panels, photoshoots, and interviews, Evelynn never had enough time to comfortably empty her bowels on any given day. Her demonic biology may have granted her greater ease in controlling her gas, but she still needed to expel it eventually.
And now, the pressure was reaching what felt like a new record. Today was proving to be an exceptional test of her bowels’ restraint. On top of her usual busy schedule, she had just spent several hours performing a live concert to an audience of millions, leaving her with a bloated gut full of an entire day’s worth of farts and no chance to alleviate it. She contemplated loosening a bit of pressure in this luxurious bedroom, but she knew there’d be no time to air it out.
Before she knew it, her security detail returned with a young man.
“Here’s the lucky guy, Miss. Uh, please try not to make too much of a mess.”
Evelynn turned her attention away from her gurgling gut, effortlessly firing off a playful look as she pulled her sunglasses off of her face and set them down on the table.
“No promises.”
She smirked as her guard went back out the door without another word, leaving her alone with her chosen prey for the evening.
“You’ve signed the NDA?”
He nodded, a twinge of nervous energy on his brow. Cute. Let’s see what we’re working with tonight.
“Don’t just stand there, darling. Take those pants off and come a little closer.”
Her voice echoed like a message in a dream, her words laced with twisted honey-sweet nectar that made her impossible to disobey. There was an anxious yet eager-to-please enthusiasm to his motions as he pulled his clothes off as instructed, his member already standing at half-mast. Evelynn licked her lips, appraising his package. It was generous in size, well-groomed…oddly shiny? He’d clearly put some effort into the presentation. He must have really been looking forward to this.
“The pictures did you justice, then.” Evelynn reached out with her metal-clawed hand, giving him a light caress along the shaft. His whole body shuddered at her touch, and she could see it quickly rising into its full hardened strength. “Oh, yes, I did personally review the submissions. I do remember yours very well.”
A heavy sigh left his body as Evelynn abruptly pulled her hand away. She chuckled, teasing his desires in every way possible. Movements flowing as slow as syrup, her claws hooked under the thin waistband of her panties and pulled them down. She brought her feet up to remove the panties completely off of them, and as she did so, the gas pangs returned with a vengeance. She almost lost her grip on her sphincter before the surge of gas pulled away again. Still, staying calm and collected despite the roiling storm of at least sixteen hours’ worth of farts threatening to explode out of her system, she flung the panties off her feet and to the floor, still smirking devilishly at the man at the foot of the bed. She then slid her hand up her body, from her quietly rumbling abdomen up to her collarbone, before deciding that the jacket would stay on, for now. It wasn’t exactly hiding much, after all.
Evelynn rolled over onto her stomach, feeling a ballooning and bloated sensation shift under her weight. Doing her best to ignore it, she reached for the tube of lubricant at the bedside table and placed it gently on her asscheek. Turning to meet him with a sultry gaze, she could see his heavy breathing, and gave herself a single smack.
“Come on, then. Have your fun.”
And with the slightest tilt in her chin, her eyes turned from seductive to downright devastating.
“But you get just one shot. You finish, and we’re done. Are we clear?”
He nodded. He seemed confident. We’ll see. I’ll be impressed if you can last against this scrumptiously thick form.
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When she agreed to be the “grand prize” for the promotional event, it had certainly seemed like a fun idea. Sexual favors, after all, was her preferred language. She was a succubus, born to live and die by carnal pleasures. She was always playing the dominant role, coming as naturally as breathing for her; but there was always a curiosity for being the submissive one.
After a few minutes of tolerating his monotonous thrusts from behind, however, she was beginning to reconsider. The pleasurable element was there, of course; she could feel him plunging deep into her perpetually greedy hole, filling her up quite nicely with his size. But she could already tell that this wasn’t going to end with any measurable satisfaction for her. There was no orgasm building, just a middling experience as she bit her tongue to keep herself from taking the reins.
If she had her way, she might have done any number of things to turn up the heat. She could clamp her legs around his hips and drive the rhythm herself, using him like a proper fucktoy under her full command. She could throw him to the bed and ride him until he was breathlessly panting for her to stop. She could put him on his knees and grind herself into him, controlling his very breathing with her pussy. (Clearly, she thought to herself, experimenting with submission is not for me, or at least it’s something I’ll have to revisit another day.)
But exerting that level of control and effort seemed unwise, as she wasn’t too sure he could handle it. Evelynn at her highest sexual appetite wasn’t something that lesser men could handle, and if she wasn’t careful, she could easily break him, body and/or mind…and that meant a bunch of messy legal bullshit and tedious paperwork, at minimum. Besides, with this kind of performance? She didn’t want him getting any ideas.
Not to mention, the turbulent tempest in her gut was only getting worse. The boiling cauldron inside her continued to simmer, ever threatening to spill over especially as the repeated plunging of his cock kept giving it an unhealthy amount of stirring. With that burgeoning weight in her stomach clouding her thoughts, it was hard to focus on the sex.
In short, all she could think about was how she could end this quick. Her usual expertise in squeezing and milking his cock seemed out of the question, as using those muscles would almost certainly cause her farts to slip out — or, more likely, rocket out — of her.
As she mused on the idea, the man behind her seemed to sense the lull in her enthusiasm. He pulled out with a finely lubricated shlup, giving her a moment to turn around and give him an inquisitive gaze with her piercing yellow eyes. Before she could twist all the way, however, she felt his rock-hard shaft at the entrance of her tightly clenched asshole. Overeager to please, he only knocked once more before barging in, and for a fleeting moment, she thought she lost her grip on her violent windstorm.
“Aaah-nmhh! How…audacious of you.”
Ever the quintessential seductress, even that sudden entry was not enough to knock her off of her game. Her echoing voice was still thoroughly succubine, and that coy smile never left her lips. But the surprise at her anus was unwelcome, to say the least. She wasn’t sure if this was his idea of dominance. Plus, it was a true serendipity that the intrusion didn’t push any farts out of her vulnerable sphincter — and even as she was getting railed, there was enough of a seal that nothing managed to leak out.
“You’re lucky you’re not as thick as I anticipated,” Evelynn couldn’t help but taunt him in retaliation, sharpening her words against his frenzied thrusts. “Mmh, though your—nngh-ahh, your enthusiasm is—mmh…duly noted.”
As he picked up the pace even further, Evelynn could feel her lusciously thick cheeks clapping along. A glance at the mirror showed her the way her ample buttocks were rippling like waves at every impact of his hips against hers, while her stunning breasts — largely ignored so far — dragged against the bed beneath. Under different circumstances, she might have enjoyed the novel sensation of being treated like fuckmeat. But at this point, with a never-ending grumbling in her extremely bloated gut and on the heels of several minutes of lukewarm doggystyle, it felt more like an insult than an experiment.
You’ve had your fun. I think it’s my turn.
A darker tone colored her voice as she turned and chuckled. “It’s my ass you want, is it? This big, juicy ass that no mortal can resist? Well, if you insist on helping yourself to a piece of this cake, you’d better be ready to take it all…”
Finally, for the first time in what must have been a whole day, Evelynn relaxed her bowels. And that was all she needed to do for a foul, blaring noise to reverberate against both her body and his.
Mid-penetration, she could feel him tense up, stunned by the sudden blustering winds that was threatening to take him right out of her ass. She rode the wave of vibrations as it seemed to rock the whole bed. It raged on for several seconds, and before it was even over, she could smell the dense odor of rotting compost and clogged toilets. The pheromone-laden smell of sweaty sex was instantly washed away, replaced by Evelynn’s massive fart in an instant.
“Mmmmgh!!”
But to Evelynn’s surprise, instead of disgust, he reacted with greater passion in his thrusts. The vibrations had pleasured him to greater heights, and though she couldn’t quite tell if this was a fetish of his, she could certainly tell he was quickly approaching his limits.
“Oh, you are a filthy one, aren’t you?” Evelyn cackled, only slightly broken up by the fervent ramming sensation in her volatile asshole. “Ohhh, I thought you might be turned off by that. How naughty, then, for you to—mngh!—to still give me your all.”
Evelynn released yet another monstrous fart, this time with even greater force that exploded violently against his aching member. Even more sweaty stench blew out of her asshole, or at least, the gaps around its perimeter as she was getting fucked by his sizable member. Inexplicably, driven by the heat of the moment, Evelynn couldn’t help but take a deep breath in through her nostrils, savoring her own delectably nauseating stink that had been fermenting for hours upon hours. Invigorated by the smell of her own gas, she farted again, eliciting another desperate moan from his lips.
Her experienced senses could tell that he was nearing the edge. At the same time, within her own digestive tract, she could feel a sudden surge of gas barreling towards her rear exit — a hurricane of stench, growing impatient and ready for a colossal expulsion.
Evelynn moved her legs to curl around him, holding him in place. As she did so, she tightened her sphincter to clamp down around his overzealous meat rod, and prepared to bombard it with her thundering gas.
“Come on, now. Cum for me. Cum in me. Don’t you dare cum anywhere else but inside my steaming, stinking asshole. I’ve been very patient as you’ve brutishly ravaged it, and I’m not letting you get away without–filling–me–up!”
Evelynn arched her back and pulled the trigger. A torrent of gas flooded her hole, bathing his cock with an overwhelming cascade of rotten stench. With the tip of his dick, he could actually feel the swirling windstorm inside her as it was being squeezed through the cracks around her asshole. As Evelynn’s enchanting yet haunting gas blast went on, he felt his very life essence sapping from his body. The vibrations from her massive fart was overstimulating him in ways that no sex toy, or indeed no human woman for that matter, could ever hope to replicate. With a groan that was stifled by the maddening brassy sound of Evelynn’s stinking explosion, he tightened against her irresistible ass. Thick, viscous buckshot burst out of his wind-battered cock right into her hole.
But Evelynn’s ass was far from done. His heavy discharge was only six or seven seconds in the midst of her tremendous release, which immediately twisted itself into a new sound as her tailpipe was filled up with his load. Her demonic fart became a spluttering mess, even messier than its previous sweat-soaked noises. Impressive volumes of bubbling, frothing cum burst against her curvaceous buttocks, accompanied by the nasty sound of a trumpet blowing through thick mud. For several more seconds, Evelynn’s gassy outburst splattered equal parts sticky cum and intestinal stink all over the bed, defiling its luxurious silk into something irreparably filthy.
When it finally came to a sputtering halt, Evelynn collapsed onto the bed. She hadn’t reached an orgasm, but she had discovered a new way to finish. The sheer volume of gas that had just left her was insane, sending a wave of pleasure up and down her spine. It was incredible how this titanic monster of a fart had just flowed right out of her. There was no hard push to get it all out—instead, it was like her gassy gut had a mind of its own, emptying itself almost effortlessly. His dick never stood a chance.
Speaking of which…
She took a deep breath before picking herself up and getting on her feet, turning to admire the handiwork of her terrifyingly gassy ass.
The man had collapsed onto the floor, drained in more ways than one. He looked utterly enervated, with leftover cum dripping from a spent cock that was now unapologetically drenched in Evelynn’s own rotten stench. He looked like he was about to pass out, though whether it was from sexual delirium or the lack of clean air in his passageways was unclear. Evelynn sighed dramatically as she felt her own asshole leaking cum, slowly dripping down in beads that fell along the curve of her cheeks and down her bare legs. She still wasn’t quite sure what just happened, but it was good. For her, anyway.
Before she could fully process the experience, however, a knock at her bedroom door interrupted her train of thought.
“Miss Evelynn? Uh, hope you’re not too occupied, but we’ve gotta keep you moving. We’re on a schedule here.”
“I’ll only be a minute,” Evelynn called out in response to her security detail outside the door.
She then turned to the spent man heaving on the floor. “You certainly have the equipment and the fervor, but you lack in technique.” Her lip curled into that delicious, devilish smile as she reached for her sunglasses. “Nonetheless, that was…exciting. I’ll be sure to contact you if I ever want another plaything to ruin,” she said.
She walked away slowly, every step as sultry as ever, feeling his feeble gaze transfixed upon the flawlessly plump buttocks that just annihilated him down to his very core. Just as she reached the door, she stopped mid-step and bent forward. With him as a captive witness, she gave him one final sputtering, cum-drenched, sweat-spraying, impossibly nasty fart. A small yet vile mixture of salty sweat, ass juice, and stink-soaked cum spilled onto the floor, just as expended as he was.
Then, with no more than another deadly wink, Evelynn stepped into her changing room. And all that he was left with was the spellbinding memory of her bouncing, bumping derriere and its earth-shattering stink bomb that had drilled itself into the deepest part of his mind.