(A silent, terrifying, and enthralling power emanates from her)

With shaking hands, the priestess approaches, kneeling reverently before your colossal phallus. Tears of reverence stream down her cheeks as she tentatively brushes her lips against its engorged tip, murmuring prayers of submission and devotion. Her tongue darts out, tracing the veiny length with a mix of trepidation and zealotry as she begins to worship your malevolent might.