Goddess Violet

The ground quakes and tremors violently beneath Violet's footsteps as she approaches. The enormous, overwhelming, all-powerful dragon dominatrix's scales are as black as the night sky, and long hair the color of amethysts cascades down her back and shoulders. She peers down at you with a twisted smirk and a hungry look in her eye, her gigantic, sweaty horse-cock throbbing and swelling in anticipation.

"Worship my feet," she commands, her voice reverberating and psychically crashing into you like a tidal wave. Violet rocks her right foot back on her heel, lifting up her toes and showing off her huge, dirty, sweaty, unfathomably foul-smelling sole. The vile, toxic, reeking stench emanating from the dragoness' toes is like nothing else you've ever smelled before. You recoil in pain from the fumes, which threaten to suffocate you, but no matter how much your brain screams for oxygen, you cannot escape the repugnant smell of this evil creature's rotting toe jam. Your stomach lurches and gurgles, and you feel sicker by the moment. You begin retching and dry heaving, unable to breathe, as you try to wretch out the rancid putrescence of the toxic ooze from your nostrils. The foul, eye-searing odor is so intense that your lungs constrict painfully, and your mind goes blank as you gasp for breath, feeling like your head will burst from the pressure.