Go for the balls

Maybe the issue was the plan of attack. Over the course of your adventuring, you learned that everything had a weakness. If one type of attack didn't work, you switched tactics. Giving one of your hands a break, you moved it down a little farther, taking one of the statue's large balls in your hand.

Not only did the statue's impressive member begin to throb more intensely, but the balls did too. The warm stony surface of it's genitals seemed to pulse at every motion your hand made on the balls. The combo handjob and ball-fondling kept increasing the throbbing of the statue. As your fingers danced around the rigid sack, you found the technique coming to you with surprising ease, as if it were natural. The throbbing of the statue built and built, becoming more and more intense, before stopping abruptly. It took you a moment to realize what was about to happen, and it took you a moment longer to realize the cock was pointing directly at you.

Before you had a chance to react, a sickening squelch noise came from the hole in the statue's tip, along with a veritable deluge of semen. As you sit there in shock sperm is shot out in thick, warm ropes, painting your face and tits with it's off-white color. Some of it manages to land in your open mouth, the overwhelming squiddy flavor invading your brain, yet for some reason you don't spit it out. The pungent odor of sperm quickly permeates the air, leaving it to feel hot and heavy. you could feel a large amount of ball-batter weighing down your your long platinum blonde hair, but mostly you just sat there on your knees, mouth agape and both hands still on the warm stony equipment.

Sitting there trying to process the last few seconds, you absentmindedly swallow the small mouthful of sperm. The taste and texture runs down your throat, leaving a warm, pleasant sensation behind. You manage to gather your thoughts when out of the corner of your eye you spot something moving.