Narrative:
The scene in front of me was something straight out of a twisted, erotic fairytale. A beautiful queen stood before her loyal servant, who knelt on the floor with his mouth open wide and waiting. His eyes were fixed on hers, glistening with anticipation and desire as she revealed her latest surprise for him.
"My potty," Queen Nemezis began, her voice melodic and hypnotic, "was born just to feed on my faeces. He is already my permanent human toilet, and eating my shit is certainly what he does best."
Slowly, she lowered her delicate derrière over his eager mouth, feeling the warmth of his breath against her skin. With each passing moment, the tension between them grew more intense. Her fingers gently traced along his jawline, urging him to open wider for her. The smell of her excrement filled the air, making his mouth water uncontrollably.
"You're so well-trained, my toilet slave," she whispered softly, watching as he struggled not to gag on the overpowering stench. "Filling my open mouth with my shit is the greatest reward you deserve."
She pushed harder against his lips, forcing him to accept more of her filth. He moaned around her shaft, his cheeks hollowing out as he tried to swallow every last drop. Never had anything felt so wrong yet so right at the same time. His body ached with pleasure and desire, but his mind recoiled in disgust at what he was doing.
"That's it, my love," she cooed, her voice thick with arousal. "Swallow every drop. You won't miss a thing, will you? All the bits that fall off, I'll put back in your mouth because nothing can go to waste."
As she finished speaking, she felt him gag reflexively. But he knew better than to resist now. She was his queen, his mistress, and he would do anything she asked of him. He swallowed again, forcing the thick, foul mass of her excrement down his throat.
"Good boy," she praised him softly, patting his head affectionately. "You're truly my perfect pet, aren't you?"
With that, she pulled away and stood up straight, leaving him to catch his breath. His face was smeared with her filth, but he couldn't bring himself to wipe it away. This was his punishment, his reward for serving his queen. Despite the disgusting nature of their relationship, he couldn't deny that he loved her with all his heart.
