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The fog creeps in like an eerie mist, shrouding the ancient temple in mystery. I lay on the cold stone altar, my bare feet splayed out before me as I spread my legs wide open, letting my tattered furs slough off my lean frame. My breasts are freed from their leather binding, jutting forth like ripe fruit as I expose myself to the darkness that surrounds us.
The air is thick with anticipation, heavy with the scent of ozone and smoke wafting from the burning torches that line the temple walls. The flickering flames cast eerie shadows on the stone pillars, making it seem as though ancient spirits dance across the walls. My heart pounds in my chest like a wild drumbeat, beating out a rhythm that echoes through the cavernous space.
I close my eyes, letting the power of the thunder build within me. I am Erne, Pagan Priestess of Thunder, and this temple is my domain. The elements respond to my call, the air charged with electricity as the storm begins to brew outside. I can feel it building inside me, a wild and savage energy that threatens to consume us all. And yet...I invite it in, embracing the raw power of the thunder with an open heart.
