It fulfills it's ancient purpose.

Stiffly and rhythmically, it slides your mouth up and down it's length. The rest of you is along for the ride. The viscous honey lubing up it's rod nicely. Your knees and and elbows begin to ache but your jaw feels oddly fine, tingly even. Torrent of this sweet nectar constantly filling your mouth each time your manage to swallow some down in gasping intervals between thrusts. You whimper as it continues to fuck your mouth, you body feeling increasingly limp as time passes and the foggy feeling that started as muscle numbness starts to smother your thoughts.

You do feel aroused, that you can actually concentrate on.

Your cock is painfully hard and has pushed free of your sparse clothing quite easily. Dimly you register that your mouth is no longer being assaulted as the now warm stone hands loop under your armpits and heft you up. As if perfectly made for you, it deftly lines up your anus with its still spurting stone rod and gently lets your weight do the hard work as it lowers you onto it's cock.

It embraces you, the stone breasts surprisingly soft and warm as it holds you against itself as the hips begin bouncing you.

The first time it hilts itself into you, it is earth shattering, pain, a crack of lightning pleasure, and your breath are slammed out of you. You barely have time to register all the confused signals coming from you body when you are bounced again, its member crashing deep into you. You cry out in animal desire and you wrap your legs around it, primal and hungry. You stare into the face of this sculpture, the aged blank eyes of the statue look back at you and then it smiles.

You have a split second of surprise/horror/confusion and then you are being pummeled. It's dick continues to spurt inside you with each thrust but the stacatto rhythm shatters any hope of rational thought.

You exist in your own mind simply as the sensations of a fucksleeve being broken in.

Your lewd cries echo throughout the chamber alongside the spattering of nectar on the stony floor. The sound lost on the now darkening sky.

In a cabin, not too far from where you are, a pair of women are having a very uncomfortable conversation whilst in the lap of the resorts luxury.

"Snickerdoodle, please." Began the more matronly of the pair, she was broad shouldered and wide hipped. Her tawny hair was casually pulled up into a bun, her skin lightly tanned and she was leaned back on the plush couch. She wore an resort robe loosely as she was being gently serviced by one of the resorts finest dickcleaners.

"You can't hold out forever on this bizzare dream! Please just take a Husband, for my peace of mind? You don't even have to be faithful, I just want a Grandchild before I get too old to recognize my family..." she added the last line with a sniff and a huff when she saw her daughter still patently ignoring her while looking out the window.

"Lillith Estroro! You WILL pay attention?" Barked the mother. The gorgeous woman in question sighed audibly and turned to her frustrated parent.

She had much the same physical qualities as her mother but happened to be a lean 26 year old with and Alpha class cock, also like her mother, at 17". She had yet to meet a single male that she could let herself enjoy without constantly reigning in her deep, almost animalistic desire to breed. Her fantasy was to find a male who could carry her child. She had been drawn to the idea after a strange dream years ago, foretold by a red haired Goddess, where she saw herself slowly and gingerly bouncing a very pregnant male on her cock while she was giving a Stockholders Meeting. The thought of it now made her rock hard. It just seemed so perfectly right.

She turned away from her mental images of a different world and looked at the frowning face of her mom.

"I'll settle down, when I settle down. I just want a few more years, that's all." She replied but her mother shook her head and leaned forward. She gripped the head of the boyish male **** on her massive length and cooed.

"Now drink it all up for Mommy, little whore." Her voice edged with sadistic joy. She cleared her throat and looked back to her daughter.

"Absolutely not, you've been saying that since you were 18." A notion struck her and she smiled "I am giving you an ultimatum. Find a male you would take as a husband on this island within 3 days or I am giving the senior partner position to Laura." The mother knew Lillith was fiercely competitive with her older sister. The threat had the desired effect.

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Well, she is already continuing the family line and I need to know the firm is in good hands to continue the legacy that was handed down to me." She looked down at the poor male whose face was smeared with cum, drool, and tears as he came up for breath. She had to hold herself back from kissing him then and there. She loved her little toys trying so hard to please her, why was her daughter just so difficult?

"3 days is nowhere near long enough!" Cried Lillith, she had a sinking feeling in her gut. Her mother was a leather tough bitch who didn't make idle threats.

The mother shrugged.

"Figure it out. Now come my little puppy." she scooped up the hapless male. "Momma is gonna try and fit her whole log in you." She laughed loudly as she shut her bedroom door behind her.

Lillith fumed.

She can't let this happen. She had to think.

She walked out of the cabin and onto one of the secluded trails, her mind racing with frantic notions.