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You don’t get to choose. You were born to kneel. Two blonde goddesses descend — flawless, flawless bodies dripping in power, scent, and sin. We see you crawling, cock already twitching like the pathetic bitch you are. You exist to sniff. You exist to worship. And tonight? We make sure you remember your place. We don’t just dominate your body — we flood your mind, drown your soul in our essence. Breathe us in deeply, our sacred musk filling your lungs, your being. One drop of our sweat— and you’re already addicted. We want you to go full goon — eyes glazed, drool down your chin — as we command every stroke, every breath. "Sniff harder." "Deeper, slave." You moan like a broken beta because we own your pleasure. You don’t cum unless we say. You don’t blink unless we allow it. We drip our scent onto your tongue. Flooding your senses and making you lose what little control you did have. And when your cock aches beyond control? We let you stroke — but only to our rhythm, our commands. JOIs? No. This is total possession. This isn’t kink. And we are your only gods. You will breathe us in until you forget your own name, slave