>>5927934>>5927946>>5927989You find yourself deep within the embrace of the forest, encircled by nude women whose faces are strangers to you.
Their voices rise in an arcane chant, the words foreign yet somehow, inexplicably, you grasp their meaning.
They are calling him, beckoning him to claim his due.
He emerges from the shadows, a figure both majestic and terrifying—a black he-goat, his size dwarfing any beast of reality.
Around you, the women prostrate themselves in devout worship, their devotion absolute.
With a sense of inevitability, you undress and kneel, offering yourself to him.
He mounts you, taking you like your husband never could.
Laughter, wild and unrestrained, bubbles up from your core, a release of all the pent-up desires and fears.
You move your hips in rhythm with his thrusts.
You feel your insides burning when he releases his burning seed into your womb.
Then, abruptly, you are torn from the dream's embrace, thrust back into the mundaneness of your daily life.
Beside you, your husband sleeps, so small compared to him.
Once more, you are Isolde, the blacksmith's wife, trapped in a reality that now seems even more confining, the memory of him looming large in your mind.
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