Mysterious art and a statue

Lisa practically ran into the temple she was so excited. While the roof of the building had long since rotted away, a stand of trees that had grown up over the past millenia provided natural shade and an indoors like atmosphere. The remains of bronze braziers followed the dirty granite pillars that defined the edges of the temple further into the forest. Lisa noticed that on the columns of the brownish red stone that made up the temple there appeared to be decorations quite unusual for a temple.

She made her way over to one, and began to examine it. Her fingers traced over the shapes as she began to unravel the story they presented. The carvings depicted carnal scenes, great orgies of women, images of nude priestesses supplicating themselves and falling into trance like lust, even depictions of goddesses and titanesses in complete submission. The only constant to the images was one figure that appeared over and over. A Satyr, always at the center of the revelry, with every woman he was depicted with giving him total devotion. While other male figures were found among the carvings, they were always shown as being in a lower place than even the females whose role seemed to be nothing more than furniture for the Satyr god. Lisa's mind flashed to who this temple could possibly be devoted to. The Satyr was nothing like traditional depictions of the Satyr god she was familiar with, Pan. Instead this one was more lustful, dominant, and somehow even more uncontrolled than myths regarding the God of the Wild. The depiction of a truly monstrously sized penis belonging to the Satyr was also unlike any depiction of Pan Lisa was familiar with

Lisa took a step back, finally taking a breath. Despite the images on the pillar depicting nominally straight scenes that would normally disgust Lisa's exclusively woman centered sexuality, something about them had excited her. For the first time since she had entered the temple, Lisa registered a powerful aroma beginning to fill her nose. It was the most pleasant thing she had ever smelled, both sweet and powerfully musky, almost intoxicating. Running her hand through some of the flowers on the floor, Lisa chalked up the strange scent to them.

Lisa tried to peer through the trees that had taken over the structure to see if she could glimpse further into the temple, but she quickly discerned she would be unable to without passing through the flora herself. Lisa looked over her shoulder, and knew she should go back and get the others before passing deeper into a possibly unstable structure. However, her curiosity was too great, and she turned and began to press deeper into the temple. As she weaved her way through the tight nest of trees, she could swear she heard a voice whispering "Turn back... leave... do not go further..." Lisa however chalked this up to nerves, and pushed further.

Finally the trees opened up, revealing the small naos at the center of the temple. The scent she had noticed at the front of the temple was nearly overpowering here. In front of the naos however sat something Lisa had never seen before. A large throne like stone, made of a dark grey granite contrasting with the browner stone of the temple, with veins of gold running through it, sat imposingly before the central chamber of the temple. The throne was covered by moss and plants, but what interested Lisa far more was the statue that sat upon the throne. It appeared to be made of carved wood, and depicted the satyr she had seen in the carvings. It possessed incredible life like detail, showing the figure in utter agony as it sat upon the throne, it's face contorted into a scream.

What caught Lisa's attention the most however, was not the seemingly perfect carving skills used on the statue, nor that a wooden statue should have rotted away centuries ago, but the massive penis that hung between the statues legs. Lisa was not sure what had come over her, but she could not remove her eyes from the depiction of the cock, nearly 10 inches long and yet clearly intended to be soft. Even on the statue's 9 foot frame, it was clearly gigantic. Somewhere, deep in the back of her head, she had the urge to stroke it. It would be funny. A joke she would have with herself. The greatest archaeological find in history and the first thing she did was stroke it's cock like some kind of bimbo. Yes... only she would know... besides no one would expect a fully out lesbian with a girlfriend and a student girl toy of something so ridiculous...