I was just editing my story, and came to this passage...
...and it made me thing of y'all on r/romantasycirclejerk
Have a great weekend!
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He towered above her, at least thirty feet of malign divinity. The remaining sounds of combat clattered to a halt as all the survivors looked on in awe and terror at the form occupying the centre of the temple. He was largely the same shape as depicted in the statue, but no mason could do justice to the dark, twisted reality of Him. His flesh was a sort of mottled green and black, glistening with a coating of some sort of transparent slime. He seemed thicker, fatter, more muscular than in sculpture, and the detail of his face, the maliciousness, the pure evil...no, the impure evil! Everything about Him was twisted, wrong, unnatural, hideous, and yet...at least to Arissa...so, so sensual, so...darkly desirable.
Her whole body was tingling, throbbing with a deep unholy lust just to look upon Him. And best of all, of course, surmounting his forwards-thrust hips...the enormous, swollen penis and testicles that she herself had helped to sculpt. The sheer male potency of them, the dark aroma of lasciviousness that they gave off...although of course they were far too large to ever possibly enter her, she couldn't help being drawn to them like a moth to a flame. To her, that mighty divine rod was the ultimate lure, the final object of all her desire, and somehow she had to have it! Even in its unwakened state, as it was now, it possessed a certain thick, rubbery turgidity to it, but she could sense it was slowly arousing itself, the bulbous glans just beginning to stretch at the thickly veined foreskin, the whole structure starting to arise. She had to see just how big He could become when fully excited. The prospect of it took her breath away.
