Not Yet.

You look down through the pain of your vagina and seemingly your whole body to the base of the rock. The dildo seems to be flooded with your fluids. Looking down further you can see the whole rock has been flooded.

You can feel your thighs slide very easily over the smooth rock. Through a daze you look around you, the small clearing seems to be infested with black shiny and very smooth vines, there seem to be many more than you can remember, but such concerns are irrelevant in your euphoric haze. All were still gleaming in the light though.

"It would feel so good if i hadn't fucked myself half to ****," you think.

"Still, i need to get off this thing and lay down. I am so exhausted!" You realise that you are still standing on your toes though, and considering how solid this toy is in the stone there is no way you can just slide it out of you. You need to raise yourself up off it.

After several attempts to lift your feet and squeeze the side of the rock though amongst the tentacles, you realise something with a growing dismay.

Thanks to you enthusiasm and orgasmic experience, you have ejaculated so much fluid you have completely coated the stone pedestal, and you can't get your feet any purchase!

You grunt and slip as you try again and again to lift yourself off. You can get yourself up about half way but realise you can't go any further. Alarmed about slamming down on the dildo you instead do a controlled decent. Each attempt though causes your body to quake in a mini orgasm. The tentacles surrounding the pedestal are of no help and seem to be even slipperier and wetter than the stone pedestal itself.

"I can't have squirted that much!" you think to yourself, confused. No matter though. As fucking amazing as this pedestal is, you have had your fill of it.

You raise your feet up (and moan as you sink further onto the dildo) and squeeze them tight to the pedestal stone and think.

"Ok here we go. On three. 1... 2..."