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The night of a full moon. The great celestial body hung large in the sky, clouds drifting under its backlight as the great tapestry known as the stars shone in artful swirls and patterns behind it. The moon’s thin white rays shone down from the heavens and reflected upon a grand sacred waterfall, curving in a half-circle around a simple white-stone altar, before which a young woman with snow-white hair kneeled and prayed.
“...may thee, Moon Goddess, continue to protect my family and bring peaceful nights, restful sleep and wonderful dreams in the coming lunar cycle. I, Azura Clarity of the Noctis Lunar Mage line, fourteenth generation of my kind, pledge my heart and soul to your holy light. Cosnaíonn an ghealach.” ‘The moon protects’, so the prayer ends.
The woman undid her prayer position and took her relic, a crescent moon-shaped necklace inscribed across its curve with a Celtic pattern, off the altar, putting it back around her neck and flowing her pristine hair back out over it before beginning her long, scenic walk back to the opulent mansion that sat in the distance. The walk to and from the sacred spring, the same one which she had visited every full moon since birth without fail, wasn’t too grueling, and Azura was more than happy to take in the moon’s soft radiance and the night’s cool breeze as she walked down the path by the river.
As she walked, she looked out at the great grassy hillscape that loomed out in the distance; their green so stark as to be clear even in the night, the subtle whisper of blades gently rustled by the wind, seeming so vast from her vantage point, so massive, yet only a microcosm of the grand scope of the natural world that existed out there beyond their midst. It never ceased to take her breath away; never ceased to spark her imagination; never ceased to make her wish…
Before she knew it, so enraptured in her thoughts as she tended to be, she had arrived at the mansion; instinctively, not even consciously noticing, she sighed wistful and disappointed, wished it could have lasted longer. Her trusty butler was, as always from childhood on, standing at the doorstep waiting for her.
“Ah, Miss Azura. I’m happy to see your trip was safe,” he reverently bowed.
Azura bowed politely to the old man in return. “Thank you.”
“May I escort you to your living quarters?”
“Yes. That would be much appreciated.”
The two began to walk through the expansive, shining hallways of the Noctis family mansion, tall grand windows lining the walls and casting the glow of moonlight across the entire building as the two sets of footsteps echoed throughout, purple, blue, and white flowers adorning the spaces between.
“Where is Mother?” Azura asked.
“Asleep. Do you wish to meet with her? I’m sure she won’t be bothered if her lovely daughter requires her assistance.”
Azura shook her head politely. “No, no, that’s quite all right.” More than quite all right in fact, she was rather grateful…
Before long, they had arrived at Azura’s room.
Azura bowed to the man once again. “Thank you, my friend. That will be all, you may retire for the night.”
The butler bowed back and left without another word, leaving Azura to her own devices.
Azura entered the room and flickered on the lighting. Illuminated were deep-blue walls, shelves full of books and grimoires, crystals and moon-shaped charms dangling from the ceiling, a massive circular curtained bed sitting in the corner. Azura walked across the chamber, opening a transparent glass door on the opposite side and stepping out onto the moonlit balcony, crossing her arms and resting herself against the fencing.
She sighed, a soft, content smile resting on her face as she gazed upon the full image of the moon’s light reflecting off of the old sacred waterfall, still visible even from this distance, and casting the entire landscape in a soft white glow. “Another cycle, another prayer. I can only hope our prayers continue to reach Her divinity.”
She took a little bit of time to admire the view Her majesty had created all across the land, moderately cold wind brushing against her face and through her braided hair, before she decided it was time to head back in. She removed the crescent-shaped necklace that adorned her neck and placed it carefully upon the hook by the door, the relic glistening in the real moon’s light, and went back inside.
As she closed the door behind her, Azura’s stomach growled. A sense of anticipative thrill rushed through Azura’s body in a second, arousal swelling through her chest and accelerating her heartbeat, her cheeks taking on an ever-so-slight red tint as she clutched her stirring gut. She hesitated slightly, nerves hot and overwhelmed, then exhaled, ready, knowing there was nothing else she’d rather do. “...and I can only hope, if what I am about to do is indeed sinful, that She may forgive me...”
Azura rushed to the inner door and looked around the halls, ensuring that she was indeed alone. No matter how many times this little routine of hers played out, there would never stop being that little paranoid tic, that someone might be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Thankfully, nobody was in sight; she had complete privacy. Good; she had always known that what she was about to do would never be approved of, not in a million cycles.
Azura’s stomach viciously grumbled yet again, cramping slightly. She cracked another smile, yet now one with a mischievous naughtiness. “I suppose it’s time to unleash the beast, then.”
She threw off her mages’ hood, stripped her white-laced indigo dress and all her other clothing and accessories from her body until only her lacy light-blue undergarments remained, pulled the ribbons from her hair and let her braids fall and come undone, and dashed towards the bed, her long white hair now flying free and unrestrained behind her, the storm inside of her continuing to brew and rumble all the while. She jumped down onto the bed, spun around and sealed herself beneath the covers, wrapping herself in blankets and tightening them in such a way that she had no access to air from the outside, and that no air from the inside would escape. She placed her left hand against her slightly-bloated stomach and her right over her already damp vagina, exhaled, and primed herself.
“Well, then. Let’s see if today’s meal pays off, shall we?”
Finally, Azura let go.
An ugly, trumpeting noise erupted from Azura’s posterior, from which a warm mist spread out and contaminated the undercovers with a raw stench.
Azura sniffed deeply. The smell was wretched, as she had hoped, overcoming her in a wave; her pupils dilated the second that despicable stench hit her nostrils, activating the sexual wild beast that laid in wait in Azura’s mind and body, the one that craved farts, and the one she was all too happy to indulge.
Azura rubbed her crotch voraciously in time with her inhaling. She wasn’t satisfied; she bore down on her gut with her left hand and let yet another crude, bassy emission out of her rump, louder and harsher than the previous one.
It was so disgusting. Goddess, her farts were so disgusting. So unbecoming. So freeing. So good.
The beast had been unshackled. Azura was ready to go wild, and she didn’t hesitate; she dug down into her vagina and began pleasuring herself vigorously, pumping her fingers into her pussy while her thumb stroked at and ignited her clit, as she breathed heftily, desperately, through her nose and intook ever more of the overwhelming rotten air, her own rotten air, before letting another foul vibration shake her body’s root, only making her most sensitive area ever the hotter.
The air under the covers only grew thicker and more potently rancid as she let loose more and more, deep, nasty backend belches and naughty, irreverent cheesers, farts that rippled the bedding, farts that echoed across the room, farts that Mother wouldn’t catch her precious daughter dead unleashing in public. But that didn’t matter now. Her mother’s approval, the expected etiquette of a Noble Mage, the very notion of obedience… in this moment, none of those concerns existed, let alone mattered. If only for the short but blessed periods that Azura was alone and not under her Mother’s watch, she had nothing to worry about, nothing to concern herself over, no one to please but herself.
And so she continued to let her butt run free, her farts only growing louder, grosser, more rapid. Her masturbation sped up. Her breathing intensified. Holy fuck.
“Oh…”
This was it.
She loved farting.
”Oh, Goddess…”
She loved farting.
“Oh Goddess, please…”
She loved farting she loved farting she LOVED FARTING SHE LOVED FARTING SHE-
“Oh Goddess, please forgive meeeee~!”
And just like that, Azura’s mind was completely overcome with sexual emotions, all sending her into overdrive, and she reached the pinnacle and came, crying out into her cherished night, soaking her undergarments, sheets and blanket with sweet liquid euphoria.
In her aftermath, Azura was trembling with excitement, stewing in the near-uninhabitable dutch oven she had created for herself, hand still deep in her now cum-soaked underwear. She sniffed in deeply, raggedly, intaking as much of her own fumes as she could before they inevitably seeped out of the covers and escaped into the air.
Those filthy, foul, yet somehow... uniquely beautiful releases of sound and scent came from her. Something so crass, so crude and ugly, yet which made Azura feel so deeply in tune with her most natural self.
This was it. This was her. This was what she loved.
There was still plenty of literal gas left in Azura’s proverbial tank. She smiled, one eye shut, and ripped a neat, sharp poot. She giggled. Guess she wasn’t done. Gleefully, Azura sniffed in the mixture of lingering gas, the new fart she had just unleashed, and the new ingredient of her own cum, and started building up to her second orgasm of the night.
She wasn’t done. She wanted more. The beast was still hungry, and Azura was more than willing to continue satiating it.
It was going to be a long, wonderful night of release and pleasure for Azura.