Ecstacy? Or Error?

Ella’s mind seemed to have grown a bit foggy. What about that guy she liked? No, loved. Or, used to love? Peter? No, Paul? Suddenly she couldn’t remember his name. It didn’t matter. He was just a boy. But the way the stone talked to her… she loved it. She wanted it. Wait, I love the way it talks to me? Or I love IT?

“There’s only one way to find out, my dear Ella.”

“What do I do?”

“Put my base up against the wall behind you. Massage the round baseplate like you want it to merge with the wall.”

Ella did so, carefully and obediently. She pressed the plate against the wall and massaged the edges until the whole thing seemed to be one with the wall.

“Okay, now claim me, Ella. Make my whole me yours so you too can be mine.”

With nothing short of aggression, Ella stroked and pulled and sucked the stone. The more she realized what was happening, the more passionate she became.

“It doesn’t hurt. Pull harder., my beauty.”

She alternated between stroking and sucking and then pulling on the stone with both hands. Slowly, a larger shape began to emerge from the wall. Toes, just above the floor. Rock hard abs above the stone. Sharp facial features about seven feet off the floor. Ella’s mind seemed to go blank as she continued, losing herself in the haze of sensation and wonderful taste until suddenly thick streams of sweetness were blasting her throat. She stumbled backwards, **** on liquid pleasure.

After several moments of coughing, she felt strong warm arms around her, and a gentle voice no longer in her head but at her ear. “It’s okay, my supreme sweetheart. I’m here. I’ve got you. You’re safe.”

For the first time in minutes, clarity returned to Ella. She looked down to see deep crimson arms wrapped around her. She hadn’t noticed that the skin of this… thing… didn’t match the stone but that it sparkled much like the sweetness the toy had provided her. The voice at her ear was soft, yet strong and smooth. Her own mouth, and elsewhere, watered.

He helped her to her feet, and she turned, slowly, to see what she’d done. What stood before her was perfection. Horrifying perfection. The dark stone and scrotum drooped limply from his midsection, though no smaller. But the glistening red body was perfectly sculpted from head to toe. Jet black hair with streaks of fire red, and beautiful, dark, haunting eyes. The best jawline she’d ever seen and a pearly white smile that made her heart skip a beat. And muscles. Muscles to spare.

But it terrified her. Ella recoiled from him.

“He took one step forward. Ella. It’s still me. I’m here now… to be yours and for you to be mine.”

“I… I… can’t. You’re not human.”

“No. I’m better than that. You’re intimidated, I understand. But you’ll find how little our differences matter.” As he finished speaking, his enormous shaft began to reawaken. “Ella, I’m ready to show you pure passion and love.”

Ella took another step back. The thought of him putting it inside her made her want to scream. Why she didn’t, Ella couldn’t comprehend. Where was Peter? She remember his name now. Oh how she wished he was here to save her.

“But if you don’t want to… I’ll have to show you, so that you won’t be scared anymore.”