The meditation chamber feels different today. Not the usual cold stone and ancient energies, but something warmer, more... human. I can still feel the ghost of strong hands on my hips, the memory of being bent over the altar while someone's cock filled me from behind. The way my pussy clenched around him, the sounds we made echoing off sacred walls. Maybe there's something to be said for defiling holy spaces with raw, desperate fucking. The demon in me purrs at the memory.