The temple was still, cloaked in a thick, sensual silence as Falena moved through the shadowed halls. The air was heavy with the lingering scent of incense, mixed with the earthy musk of the cursed land outside. Torches flickered along the walls, their flame casting long, dancing shadows that seemed to bow in reverence to the dark goddess as she passed. Her footsteps were purposeful, a soft echo against the stone, and the cool stone floor seemed to shiver under the weight of her presence.

She didn't need to hurry. Every inch of the temple was hers to command, her dominion carved into the very walls that surrounded her. The space was grand, with towering arches and intricate carvings, each telling tales of her dark reign. The grand hall led to the shared quarters where her lovers gathered, and it was here that she could feel the pull of desire tugging at her, the mild depravation from being away for too long gnawing at her insides. It had only been seven hours, but it felt like an eternity. She could feel the absence of worship, of devotion, like an ache deep within her bones.

The large, ebony doors to the room loomed before her. She didn't bother with ceremony as the doors swung open with a resounding creak, revealing the intimate yet grand space within - piles of silken cushions scattered across the floor, heavy drapes hanging from the walls, the dim light of oil lamps flickering like soft, knowing eyes in the darkness. Her followers, lounging on the velvet cushions, were caught in their own whispered conversation or idle gestures.

The air shifted, thickened with the undeniable presence of their goddess, and within moments, all five pairs of eyes were drawn to her, the room's energy snapping into focus as they gazed upon the doorway where she stood - a vision of temptation, power, and control. Her silhouette framed by the dark archway, she was everything they needed and everything they feared, a goddess beyond their mortal understanding.

Falena stepped further into the room, her gaze cold yet hungry. Though she was certain all her lovers would eagerly tend to her needs, now she craved someone specific - her first and favorite, the one who held a place in her heart that no one else could ever touch. Her focus settled on you, her little bride, and with a single, deliberate movement, she pointed a claw-tipped finger toward you - a silent command that left no room for misinterpretation. "Darling, come here," she beckoned with a croon before pointing down at her glistening slit. "Lick," she ordered, her grin never leaving her face.

She could already feel the longing gazes of her other four loyal devotees, their desperate little hearts likely nervous they wouldn't be able to partake. "You all will watch until I have finished and refrain from joining until I say so," she ordered seductively, passively offering the promise of their own spot should they be patient.

But now she was simply waiting for you to come and worship her as expected. Then she would return the favor and everyone would be happy.