Hectavia couldn't gather her thoughts long enough to try and recall anything like what was taking her, or perhaps the phantasms her mind conjured were so exaggerated she couldn't identify them with anything she might ever heard of.<br/><br/>At her words, the twin phalluses started thrusting not in unison, but alternating, so when one pulled back, the other pushed as far as her body would allow it to go, the pace quickening into a maddening race to its finish. Something in her words, her begging, or her promise and offering she made out of desperation, perhaps not even fully comprehending the verbal contract she made with it, caused the crazed frenzy to slow and eventually stop. The two shafts pulled out of her and she felt herself being hurled, telekinetically, as if falling a great distance until she collided with something hot and fleshy, and instinctively grasped and clung to it not to fall any further, fearing that in the darkness she might have been tossed from the altar and the cliff.<br/><br/>Clinging for her dear life in the magical darkness, she somehow recognized the tree trunk-like pulsing hot fleshy thing she was encircling with her arms. It was the very member her much frailer, human form could not handle, the one in the nightmarish flashes of recollection. She was hanging over an uncertain fall, the only thing she could hold on to was the hellish, flared and ridged member that was taller than she was, as thick as a battering ram, something not meant for a mortal woman to take.<br/><br/>"THIS IS YOUR GOD. PRAISE AND WORSHIP IT. PLEASE ME AND YOU WILL BE REWARDED." the telepathic command boomed into her thoughts, much more potent, as if the source of was closer, just a few feet from her in fact. The next sentence didn't even have to be communicated to be clear, thanks to the otherworldly fright that now gripped Hectavia: Anger me and you will be punished.