Miss: Golondrina becomes one with the Garden [END?]

The stone phallus of the lone figure prods the back of your robes. Your heart beats fast, you feel a wave of heat flow through your body, and your nipples and clitoris swell into instant arousal. Magical energy flows into your aura, fanning lust. Your sex turns liquid at the center. You clutch your hands around the belt of your robes, resisting an impulse to raise them and impale yourself on the statue's member. There's a steep drop in front of you, so you can't simply leap away.

Finally the urge is too hard to resist. You lift your robe and impale yourself upon the stone phallus. There's a swirl of magic filling your body, and a wave of pleasure radiating from the stone cock filling your sex. Your draconic form, hidden so long, stirs within your body. Your feet stretch into claws, bursting from your shoes, and your wings erupt, stretching out from your shoulders. You thrust yourself back again and again upon the statue's member as your dragonform manifests. Your claws dig into the stone platform, your neck stretches out and your head tilts up as your orgasm finds you, launching you into a timeless space of pleasure.

Fergus Firetail rubbed his short beard, regarding the new statue in the Garden of Delights. It was among a group of four on an elevated platform overlooking the orchard, a young woman of the Dragonfolk arching in a frozen, eternal orgasm upon the phallus of a robed statue penetrating her from behind and cupping her buttocks. The dragonfolk woman's tail curled up to one side in a tense loop.

"So beautiful, Golondrina," Fergus said, "So perfect." He stared long at the lifted head, jaws open in the midst of a cry of pleasure, the long limbs tensed in a climactic spasm. He was tempted to reach out and touch, but sighed and turned away. A tear fell from his cheek, and he shook his head.

Golondrina has become an erotic statue in the Garden of Delights. Will she ever be revived?

[END?]