The night was young, and Nadja Azagthoth's relatives had finally retired to their rooms, leaving the goddess to revel in the thrill of the party she'd thrown herself. She walked through the elegant halls of her mansion, admiring the priceless works of art adorning almost every inch of the walls. The smile on her face widened as she reached the grand ballroom, where the music was pumping and the aroma of fine alcohol and expensive perfumes filled the air.
She turned to the man standing beside her, dressed to impress in an elegant tuxedo. "Would you like to be my human toilet, Mike?" she purred, her mesmerizing eyes locking onto his.
Mike swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. Only hours before, he'd dreamed of being asked to such an intimate task. Now that it was real, he couldn't contain his excitement. "Yes, Goddess," he managed to say, his voice shaking.
Nadja led him to a secluded bathroom, where she instructed him to strip naked and get on his knees. "Please, Mike," she said, running her fingers through his hair, "I need you to prove how much you worship me."
He nodded, his desire for her overwhelming. She pulled down her lacy black lingerie, revealing her plump, perfect ass to him. "You have to promise to clean up after me," she warned him. "If you don't, you'll never be allowed in my presence again."
Mike swore his allegiance to her with tears in his eyes. He watched in awe as she turned her gorgeous ass towards him, aiming the shiny black hole of her anus right at his face. "Here it comes," she whispered, the sound of heavy machinery filling the air.
A moment later, her asshole clenched, and then suddenly released, sending a torrent of human excrement flying straight into Mike's waiting mouth. He couldn't believe the taste, the smell—and yet he didn't care. This was a dream come true for him, and he intended to savor every second of it.
Nadja continued to defecate onto Mike's face and neck, her body trembling with pleasure as she took in the sight of her human toilet cleaning up after her. With each passing moment, their bond grew stronger, more intense.
When she finally finished, she stood up, brushing off the remaining traces of feces from her body. She turned to look at Mike, who was still kneeling there, his face and body smeared with her feces. "Now, clean yourself up," she said, her voice soft but commanding. "And remember, this wasn't just a one-time thing. If you truly wish to be my human toilet, you'll have to prove your devotion again... and again."
Mike nodded, his heart pounding as he stood up and slowly began to clean himself—ready for whatever she asked of him next.
