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Absorb the dark magic of pleasure with this Tower of Doom dildo! This tower of skulls stacked upon each other has countless unique grooves and ridges, and the thick shaft is designed to stretch your dark holes! Made out of premium, silky smooth, phthalate-free silicone it has a squishy outside and firm, flexible core that is body-safe. Only use water-based lubricants for best results. The strong, suction-cup base lets you ride hands-free when it's placed on any flat surface. It's harness-compatible so you can enjoy it with a partner or attach the harness to a chair or bench. Enjoy your kinky cosplay, fantasy roleplay, and self-pleasure with this fantasy dildo! After play, wash with warm water and mild soap then spray with a toy cleaner and let it air dry.
Cibella stands at the top of the cliff's edge looking out at the storm that is raging. Her hair is tossed from side to side by the winds. The sky is gray, lightning flashes, and a grumbling roar echoes in the valley as an ogre screams at the magic in the air. She stands there and turns to look at you. Her eyes are silver and opaque, her face as stern and still as steel, and her body as gorgeous as any goddess. The priestess gown of black and gray she wears doesn't do her beauty justice. In her hand is a knife with a bloody tip. In her other hand is blood. She must have cut herself to release the blood magic. She walks over to you. You're tied and bound to a stone altar, gagged with cloth. A small tower of pale, white skulls with smokey lines on them stands beside you. She takes her bloody hand and rubs it over the skulls, turning them red. Then she nods to her manservants who release you from the bonds to the stone and hoist you up. They carry you to the skull tower and begin to lower you down. You start to yell in protest, but your screams are muffled and no one cares to help you. These are all her people and she is determined to see this ritual through. Another crash of thunder and a flash of lightning. You feel the first skull begin to part your hole and you tighten up, trying to keep it from entering you, but the blood makes it slick. There must be something magical about it because it heats up as it touches your body and you begin to open up, despite your best efforts to keep the skulls from penetrating you. You get deeper and deeper, and with each new skull stretching you open you begin to feel more and more intoxicated by the magic and the blood. The storm rages around you all but in the center of it is her, standing there, her face stern, as the men move you up and down on the skulls and, you don't want to, but you climax! They pull you up, she grabs the tower of skulls and raises it to the sky as lightning hits it, the ritual complete!
