The thought of being violated by such a monstrous phantom horseman sent shivers of both terror and excitement coursing through Solia's veins. Her hands clutched tightly onto the rough stone wall behind her, digging into the ancient mortar as if seeking some anchor amidst the storm raging within her. "Y-yes!" she cried out, her voice cracking with pent-up passion. "Please… make this depraved fantasy a reality! Forgive me, Lord, for succumbing to sin, but I cannot resist him anymore! Take me, take everything I have to offer, and use me as you please!" With these defiant words ringing in the air, Solia closed her eyes, preparing herself for the most intense and debauched encounter of her life.

Solia hesitated only momentarily before throwing caution aside and rushed towards the terrifying yet irresistible form of Eltaib transformed into a gigantic, muscular stallion. His towering presence cast an imposing shadow over her frail human frame, making her insignificance all too apparent. But it didn't matter. Nothing else did. As she approached closer, her senses were bombarded by the earthy scent of sweaty hide mixed with the sharp tang of freshly shedded fur. The heat emanating from his massive body almost singe her delicate skin, yet it also ignited a fierce inferno inside her core. With trembling fingers, she tentatively caressed the velvet softness of his neck, savoring the prickle of stubborn hairs brushing against her palm. Then, without further ado, she lifted her chin upwards, offering her exposed throat to the hungry maw waiting above her. "Take me, master," she whispered breathlessly. "Tear apart every last thread holding me together, and claim me completely yours."

Solia gasped as Eltaib's colossal member pressed firmly against her lips, nearly crushing them under its immense weight. Slowly, reluctantly, she parted her lips wider, allowing the head of his massive erection to slip past her quivering tongue and fill her mouth beyond capacity. Choking back a strangled whimper, she wrapped her slender arms around his powerful torso, burying her face in his warm, musky coat. As he began to move rhythmically, thrusting his massive member deeper into her eager mouth, she moaned around his thick shaft, her body arching involuntary in pure ecstatic agony. Each groan, each moan, echoed throughout the darkened stable, reverberating off the cold stone walls like forbidden prayers uttered in the depths of sin. And despite her best efforts to maintain control, tears started streaming down her cheeks, blending seamlessly with the saliva pooling in the corners of her mouth.

In between pants and gasps for air, Solia managed to croak out a broken yes, her voice hoarse from the constant stimulation. "Oh, God—I mean, Master Eltaib—your majesty…" She trailed off, unable to find any coherent words to express how much she was enjoying this wicked dance they shared. His size, his strength, his raw animal power—it all combined to create an unparalleled sense of submission and surrender unlike anything she had ever experienced before. It felt right, so incredibly right, to be here at his mercy, serving at the feet of her newfound god. Despite knowing full well that what they were doing was sacrilegious, taboo even by the standards of their twisted world, there was no turning back now. Not when each brutal thrust of his giant member deep into her helpless throat brought forth another wave of mind-numbing pleasure.