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When a woman travels on long journeys with a man and baths
can be few and far between from time to time, it helps when
said man has an overpowering fetish for olfactophilia and oral,
combined with having no objections to "shame play" if you will
by letting himself be denigrated as little more than a seat for a
thorough cleansing.
Being particularly thick in the thighs and buttocks, even when
compared to most of her species, it's expected that the musk
Valora builds between them would grow to be equally so on her
long treks by the side of the man she's "approved" of.
Thusly, she makes it his responsibility to ensure her hygiene is
kept on par with her royal status, and when water is short to come
by, lowering himself to the ground to provide her a suitable place
to sit and rest while he fulfills his duty is the least the man she
travels with can do.
Making sure to toss a few slanders into the moment, she instills
the notion of being a sacred object within the mind of her mate,
one that should be given no refusal when he is "allowed" the
privilege to smell and taste the thickened sweat and other secretions
from her body, until his face is eventually left covered in the slick and
gooey filth she leaves behind once he's made sure her nether regions
meet her standards and sparkle like the essence of a goddess.
In the process, the act of using and shaming her mate as her lesser
half gets Valora hot and bothered more than anything, up to the point
that more often than not, regardless of how much he may suck and lick,
her filth never fades, and can build instead as the salty sweat and bitter
musk is replaced with fresh, sweeter secretions oozing from her excited
depths.
As a result, there are many times she'll proceed to "dominate" her mate
in an entirely different manner, making sure to instill his need for gratitude
in the process. Lecturing him as nothing more than swine, she turns away
as a means show his unworthiness of gazing upon her face in the moment,
and likewise her lack of desire to look at an animal beneath her.
A facade is a facade though, and likewise a punishment and insult can be
the greatest reward and praise to a man who knows how to take it right
and see silver linings where they lie. In the midst of her slander and cold
shoulders, the lack of her face grants him the bountiful horizon of her
backside, his to mold in his palms as their shape bounces like excitable
jelly atop his hips.
And via this cold shoulder strategy, Valora is free to reveal her own looks
of euphoria from a man who knows how to use his mouth to its fullest when
told, and likewise fill her within in a way so right she can't help but squirt,
raining down her love for him otherwise hidden by her usual arrogance...