The Goddess Statue

You steeled your nerves and stepped under the liquid threshold and forth into the city proper. What at first had appeared to be water dripping down into the gate was actually revealed to be an oil that stuck to your skin. It had an understated musky smell with a faint whiff of flowers. As quickly as it coated your flesh it evaporated as it were water on sand, leaving your skin feeling refreshed and feeling hot where you remember it's kiss.

Now standing in the city proper, you found yourself at the foot of a monument to the slutty goddess of Strexotica. The statue of Her was three to four times the size of a man and formed of marble inlaid with iridescent swirls of pink and grey. The craftsmanship was impeccable. You admired the way the muscle stuck out from Her tensed thighs as she knelt on the raised dais, Her knees far apart and cunt angled up towards the sky. Your eyes were transfixed by the way Her back bent all the way to the ground like a stretched bow. The way those plump, gravid tits bent towards the ground towards her armpits. The subtle distension in the skin as her pointed fingers teased a huge pointed nipple and plumbed the dripping folds of her marble vagina. Her face was captured in at the crest of an explosive orgasm, Her mouth frozen in the rigor mortis of orgasmic scream.

Ringing this picture of a goddess in an amorous peak was a yonic marble fountain. Rimming the raised dais of the statue was a pool filled with a thicker liquid of white and yellow. It was filled with untold gallons of sperm! No doubt, a small fraction of the untold loads milked by bottomless elven cunts and plastered across the perfect faces of Strexotica's residents. No doubt more elven witchcraft kept this pool of seed as warm and viscous as the moment it left the hanging balls of its progenitor!

Rising from this pond of male ejaculate were hundreds of turgid marble cocks, all pointed towards their goddess like the useless weapons of a slain enemy. They dribbled continuously, rotating the chunky pool. As you watched, the stone fucksticks climaxed in a sequence, shooting thick lances of pearly semen dozens of feet into the air and plastering the statue. Chunky strands covered the frozen orgasming statue in a crisscross of a heavy ejaculation. This monument to the nameless goddess was honored with an endless bukkake!

Swimming amongst this forest of cocks several naked elves were frolicking around in the waist-deep white water. They wore nothing but wet lines of semen over their overdeveloped curves and wild cum-drunk look on their faces. A pair of tawny haired elves swirled their tongues around each other mouth, their eyes rolling with ecstasy as they dipped white-smeared fingers into each other's dripping cunts with wild abandon. One of your traveling companions had already relieved himself of his clothing and drove his curved sausage deep into the breeding box of a bent-over elf. Her plump, wobbling buttcheeks beat against his hips, rutting him fast and **** for his fertile cream to knock her up! A particularly adventurous elf with green skin split her phat ass with one of the stone members, lovingly rubbing the bulge that the two-foot stone monster made in her abdomen. When it was that cock's time to explode, she dismounts her gaped anus, allowing the polished pillar to unleash its load over her Goddess before mounting it again, triggering another deep anal orgasm.

You looked up at the statue, covered in the strands of white batter and your own member wished you could meet this Goddess and add your own load to the pool to honor her. Maybe you would meet her on your trip. Some lucky men did say that they did hear murmurs of the Goddess being discussed by the city's occupants when they thought they were alone. Your penis beaded precum with the thought.

There are several stages rising above the lip of the fountain at a handful of points. On each dais stood a man, flesh and blood, with their pants around their ankles. They were working their flesh and blood. Clustered around each man, on the dais, a handful of elves watch in rapt attention. Some masturbated, others hooted and holler, and all offer their bountiful assets as willing semen receptacles. As you watched, an older gentleman groaned and came hard! His minuscule pecker shot four arching strands of yellowish semen into the small crowd in front of him. wetly on a waiting elf who was quickly assailed by **** female flesh all **** for their own taste of fresh cream.

According to legend, offering your seed to the Goddess of Strexotica increased the odds of seducing an elf woman so she would leave the city with you. There are half-remembered stories throughout the kingdoms of lucky merchants and kings who left Strexotica with a new buxom concubine in tow. There are rumors that the beautiful and ruthless princesses of the Sheria Kingdom had originated from one such concubine. Even more troubling rumors spoke of the debauched month-long festivals they would hold when the capital city closed for their religious holidays.

Looking around the fountain's eternal semen bath you see a pair of well-manicured stone roads split off to the left and the right of the fountain respectively, leading deeper into the town. The one to the left twinkled with red light while the right was a softer yellow light.

A tall woman wearing little more than strings across her plump figure has her back to a small doorway cut into the marble at the rear of the statue. She bats her eyes at you before miming a blowjob with her mouth and red hands.