Emmaline and the Statues

"Don't touch... the statues..." Emmaline said again, this time her voice coming quieter, more slowly. She found herself swaying slightly on her feet, unconsciously following the rhythm of pulses that echoed from deep within the statue's core. Then the statue shifted. It's other hand reached up now, grabbing her by the shoulder and pushing her down to her knees with the same powerful, continuous force.

Emmaline's eyes widened as it's cock loomed in front of her, her face a mixture of shock, fear, and arousal as she eyed it up and down. It was large and warm, and it seemed to resonate with those same deep, distant pulses that Emmaline couldn't help but be utterly fascinated by. It pulsed, and Emmaline found herself leaning forward, her lips parting, mouth aching to be filled.

"W-wait! No!" Emmaline jerked back, just as the cockhead threatened to pass her lips. "I can't believe I almost did that," she muttered to herself. It would have been crazy, even for her, to just... suck off this statue right here in the middle of a weird dangerous dungeon.

The grip on her shoulder seemed to tighten, and Emmaline found she was still trapped in place.

Her eyes traced along the shape of the weird, pitch black cock. It was a nice shape--she had to admit--all even and smooth. It was as if it had been sculpted for beauty. The thought felt strange until Emmaline was able to remember that it was still attached to a statue. For some reason, it was hard to convince herself that the thing before her wasn't, somehow, alive. The statue pulsed with that same soft ripple, and Emmaline found she simply couldn't take her eyes off of it's wonderful, gorgeous cock.

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