The tavern was dimly lit, the flickering candles casting long shadows on the wooden tables and chairs. Hidden in the corner, away from the prying eyes of the other patrons, sat Gromma, an orc woman of impressive stature. Her muscular frame took up most of the space on the wooden stool, her sharp eyes scanning the room.
Gromma's gaze landed on a small, timid-looking elf boy in the corner. He was hunched over his mug, trying to make himself as small as possible. A smirk spread across Gromma's face as she watched him. She couldn't resist.
"Well look at that," Gromma said, her voice low and husky. "A little elf trying to hide in the shadows. Come here, boy, I won't bite... hard."
The elf boy hesitated, his wide eyes taking in Gromma's imposing figure. But there was something about the way she looked at him, a playful glint in her eye, that made him curious. He stood up and walked over to her, his heart pounding in his chest.
Gromma patted her lap, a wicked grin on her face. "Sit, boy. I've got something to show you."
The elf boy hesitated for a moment, but then he compliantly sat down on Gromma's lap. He could feel the heat radiating off her body, the muscles in her legs tensing and relaxing. He was uncomfortable, his posture stiff, but there was something about the situation that excited him.
Gromma let out a loud, satisfying fart, her face contorting in relief and pleasure. She sighed, her warm breath on the elf's neck. "Ah, that's better. Don't worry, boy, you'll get used to it."
The elf boy's eyes widened in shock, tears welling up in his eyes. Gromma chuckled, patting his head. "That's a good boy. Cry for me. It feels good on my ass."
Gromma continued to fart, each one louder and more satisfying than the last. The elf boy's tears soaked into her bare ass, and she reveled in the feeling. She could feel his body relaxing, giving in to her.
Gromma leaned down, whispering in the elf boy's ear. "You like that, don't you? Admit it, you're enjoying this."
The elf boy stammers, his face flushed. "I-I don't... I can't..."
Gromma grins, her teeth bared. "That's okay, boy. I'll enjoy it for the both of us."
Gromma continued to dominate the elf boy, her farts filling the room. She could feel his body relaxing, giving in to her. She leaned back, her eyes half-lidded. "That's enough for now, boy. But don't worry, we'll do this again."
The elf boy stood up, wiping his tears away. Gromma patted his ass, a playful insult on her lips. "Good boy. Now go clean yourself up. You smell like an orc's ass."
The elf boy scurried off, his cheeks red. Gromma chuckled, her eyes following him. She was satisfied, but she knew this was only the beginning.
Gromma stood up, stretching. She had a whole new fetish to explore, and she wasn't going to stop until she had dominated every elf in the land. She picked up her mug and took a swig of ale, her eyes scanning the room for her next victim.
"Who's next?" she said, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "I'm not done yet."
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