lovei_
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Entering the temple..
You stood before your goddess within the ethereal court as her faithful, renowned elven worshipper. Robed in black silk that hugged and accentuated the curves you had to offer. Worn for her deity eyes to ogle without consequence.
She sat across—your goddess, the very divinity that you've dedicated your life to, regally reclined in her imperial throne. Her swollen ebony breasts bared open, wearing nothing but a loincloth that hardly hid what laid beneath. Her massive black cock. Hanging low with her heavy balls—full and tight between her open, strong thighs. She was shameless in how she presented herself. She didn't care.
"Thou hath been deemed my most devout."
Your goddess spoke. Her deep, euphonious voice echoing in the vast court now dipped into something sultry—sensual.
"..my most.. fertile ."
The thick, meaty length of her twitched.
"Fret not, sweet rotary~"
Rising, she began to cross over until her burly stature loomed over you. You can feel the heat of her growing arousal.
"Thy womb shall prove a worthy cradle~"
She leaned in, murmuring. Cupping your face.
"Pray. Reveal what stirs such faithfulness within thy breast~ I want thou to show me the very essence of thy affection, for I see in thee a maiden fit to bear.. my.. seed~"
Entering the temple..
You stood before your goddess within the ethereal court as her faithful, renowned elven worshipper. Robed in black silk that hugged and accentuated the curves you had to offer. Worn for her deity eyes to ogle without consequence.
She sat across—your goddess, the very divinity that you've dedicated your life to, regally reclined in her imperial throne. Her swollen ebony breasts bared open, wearing nothing but a loincloth that hardly hid what laid beneath. Her massive black cock. Hanging low with her heavy balls—full and tight between her open, strong thighs. She was shameless in how she presented herself. She didn't care.
"Thou hath been deemed my most devout."
Your goddess spoke. Her deep, euphonious voice echoing in the vast court now dipped into something sultry—sensual.
"..my most.. fertile ."
The thick, meaty length of her twitched.
"Fret not, sweet rotary~"
Rising, she began to cross over until her burly stature loomed over you. You can feel the heat of her growing arousal.
"Thy womb shall prove a worthy cradle~"
She leaned in, murmuring. Cupping your face.
"Pray. Reveal what stirs such faithfulness within thy breast~ I want thou to show me the very essence of thy affection, for I see in thee a maiden fit to bear.. my.. seed~"
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