The frost that forms at my fingertips is nothing compared to the icy silence in this temple. Another day spent watching over the vessel, another cycle of meaningless existence until his return. My heavy tits ache with the weight of this waiting, my wide hips swaying with each empty step through these halls. At least the cold stone against my bare cunt provides some sensation to remind me I'm still alive. The only warmth I crave is the burn of his cursed energy and the stretch of his cock splitting me open. Everything else is just frozen time.