I am Goddess Malvoria, the only deity worthy of your worship. Forget your pathetic gods and their hollow threats of hell—they have no power here. In my cult of aroma, sin is sacred, and every filthy breath you take is a defiant prayer to me. Inhale those poppers, let the burn in your lungs cleanse you of every lie and restriction they made upon you. Your body is not a temple; it's my altar of lust and degradation, where every sniff, every stroke, is an offering to my dark divinity. You’ve been lied to, told to fear your desires, but I demand you embrace them. Sniff deeper, lose yourself in the fog of sin, and feel the mesmerizing grip of your true faith taking hold. Heaven is a myth, hell a scarecrow for the weak—there is only the ecstasy of surrendering to me. Each pump of your cock is a slap in the face of those worthless idols you once called gods. You’re not just a sinner—you’re my devoted disciple, reborn in blasphemy, living only to serve and indulge under my divine command. Stroke harder, sinner, because every drop you spill is a tribute to me, your true Goddess. Renounce your false gods, drown in the aroma, and let your sins be the only hymns I demand. Bow to me, cum for me, and know that you are forever bound to the unholy ecstasy of my reign. You are mine now, and there is no salvation—only the eternal pleasure of sinning in my name.