WORSHIP ALL OF ME

You don’t simply look at Me. You crawl for Me.

Every inch of My body - hair, skin, breath, pheromones, curves, and yes, that most forbidden part - exists above your reach, shimmering in the realm of what you ache for but will never deserve.

Understand this: My pussy is not for the weak, the basic, or the pitiful. It is not for mouths that slobber in desperation or cocks that think need alone is enough.

It is the crown jewel of My temple - untouchable and impossibly selective. Only the most immaculate body, the fiercest devotion, and the most delicious cock could ever hope to enter.

And you? You are not that. You are beneath. You will stay beneath.

You will ache at the thought, burn at the denial, and still drag your tongue across the floor for the chance to be near My shadow. You’ll beg for the scraps I drop, and when I laugh in your face, you’ll thank Me for letting you beg at all. My pleasure is not a request.

It is the foundation on which your world turns. When I moan, when I come, it is because someone worthy - someone better than you, has fulfilled what you could never even dream of reaching.

You kneel to the whole Goddess, or you rot beneath Her heels.

• Goddess