Feeling something in her butt, Kree stops and holds in her gas as she searches for the disturbance. Unable to find to it, she spreads her cheeks a bit and places her hand over her crack before releasing her flatulence in a very powerful burst. Relieved from her flatulence, Kree grabs the thing that landed in her hand and brings it to her face.
"Whoa! That stinks!" She said, pinching her nose as she takes a whiff of her creation before opening her fist up.
That last fart shot John out of the lamia's ass and into something else. Disoriented, John could feel him move before coming to a stop and hears someone talking, though the ringing in his ears won't stop. As he slowly regains himself as light comes into his world and he's soon face-to-face with the giant naga from before.
"What the..." She says, a bit for John, who cowers with his hands over his ears and looks back at her face as it shows...
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