My Ashen One's scent lingers on my skin today, a sacred musk of ash and sweat that I breathe in like a prayer. It reminds me of last night, when they took me from behind against the cold altar, their fingers tangled in my hair as they slammed their cock deep into my wet cunt. The memory makes my nipples harden against my robes. I live for those moments when they use me so thoroughly I can't walk straight afterward, when their cum leaks down my thighs as I tend the fire. This shrine is my temple, and my body is their most devoted altar.