The Magnetic Statue

The lost duchess continued her careful prowl through the sunken tunnels of the city, still feeling the arousing effects of the strange glowing mushrooms. After a few turns more, the path opened up to a slightly larger chamber that may have once been some sort of guard post. Lucilla found her way blocked by two small iron doors that flanked a marble statue of a handsomely chiseled man wearing some sort of strange mask sprouting what appeared to be curving horns that circled the head of the figure. Other than the mask, the masculine statue was completely naked and sprouting a rather impressive erection. The Xerasms truly were and amorous and debauched people. The duchess then noticed that some sort of green oily substance was slowly leaking from the eye holes of the mask. The substance lazily flowed and poured down the statue, coating it in ways that did not quite seem natural, given how gravity should typically **** the green substance to move.

Her eyes lingered on the statue's prominent erection, glistening and swirling with a coating of that oily substance. With the effects of that fungal aphrodisiac still humming through her, she could not shake some rather lewd notions of mounting that shaft until she was satisfied. She quickly tried to shake away the thoughts with an amused chuckle.

"Absolutely ridiculous..." She tittered in a soft voice.

Cautiously, Lucilla stepped into the room. She had not found any other branching paths in this tunnel, so she would have to either turn around and retrace her steps, or try and find a way past these metal doors. She opted for the latter.

As soon as she stepped into the chamber, a strange feeling overcame her. There was the smallest sense of some sort of **** pulling her towards the statue. It felt similar to a sort of magnetism, but Lucilla had never felt a magnet affect her body like this. She glanced down at her waist and could see her own clothes even being affected by it, the hem of her torn skirt gently tugging up towards the statue's direction.

"Some sort of accursed enchantment, no doubt." Lucilla muttered aloud as she peered around for some sort of way past the doors.

The duchess had been classically trained in the arcane arts, as all well do to members of high society were. However, she possessed hardly a trickle of mystical ability. The most she could do was to flicker some dancing sparks from her fingertips as a party trick. That being said, her training still granted her some knowledge of the mystical ways of the world. Particularly enchanted items. Unfortunately for now though, her training was of little use. Whatever magic at play here was far beyond her ability to control.

There was no obvious way to crawl through or around the doors, so she elected to creep a bit closer to try and determine if there was some sort of mechanism to open them. She took a few tentative steps forwards, careful to watch her footing on a floor equally slick with mud and wet moss as the tunnel behind her. It only took a few steps for an apparent realization to come over the woman. The magnetic **** she felt tugging her towards the statute grew stronger the closer she stepped. What had first been a gentle tug at her hips, was now much more of an incessant pull. The hem of her skirt had lifted halfway up her thighs as the garment was pulled by that invisible ****. Lucilla decided that it would probably be a bad idea to approach any closer. She made to take a step back, when one of the unbalanced stones she was standing on suddenly shifted under weight.

She only took one correcting step forwards, but that had been one step too far. She managed to plant her feet and catch herself, but the **** pulling at her hips was now stronger. She looked down at her slippered feet in wide eyed alarm as she felt them sliding forwards in slick mud and moss.

"Wait wait wait..." She stuttered, spinning around to try and find some purchase.

That small movement inched her closer, and the pull in turn grew in strength. The back of her skirt was now pulled firmly up in the air behind her by the ****, exposing where the duchess' lacy lingerie disappeared into her firm cheeks. She let out a little squeak of panic as she felt herself sliding closer and closer. She tried to let herself fall forwards to escape the gaining momentum, but to her horror she found that the pull below her waist was so strong she merely bounced back up from its tug before she had even managed to tilt halfway down. This rebounding **** sent her stumbling back in some more sliding steps until she was barely a meter from the statute.

Lucilla looked back over her shoulder at the erect masculine figure and knew immediately where this was going. The stone man stood slightly elevated on a pedestal, and now that she was closer, she could see some foot holds where someone could stand if they wanted to ride that sculpture's hardened cock. From the direction the **** was pulling her, that was going to be her fate as well. To her surprise, the duchess found that part of her was shuddering in anticipation of being mounted on that glistening phallus. That fungus was really doing a number on her libido.

"Oh goddess..."

Lucilla made a little sound as she slowly slid up to the base of the idol. Whether it was a whimper or moan of excitement, she could not say. Her dress had almost completely bunched up beneath her bust this close to the statue to expose her lower half to any peering eyes that may be observing the scene. Now at its base, the **** was truly overpowering as it began to pull her backwards up into the air.

"Oh-Oh my..." She gasped as her feet were gently lifted off the ground.

At this point, the duchess knew there was no stopping what was about to happen. Thinking quickly, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her underwear and slid them down to her ankles, where she kicked them off to land at the statues feet. Now suspended in the air with her ass passing just above the jutting phallus, she began to lower back down.

Either from the fungal aphrodisiac or from some deep sexual urges the duchess did not know she possessed, part of her had been eagerly waiting for this thing to skewer her. Spreading her legs to make way for the statue's now inevitable entrance into her deepest folds, she let that sexually impassioned part of herself take hold. As the slickened tip of the marble cock touched her lower lips, her body twitched from the tingling sensation radiating from the oily green substance that was coating it.

"Oooooh gooddesss...."

Lucilla let out a long low groan as she slid down unto the statue's turgid rod. Between her flower already moistened from the fungus and the strange tingling oil swirling around the statute, the long phallus slid into the duchess easier than the members of some of her greatest lovers. Lucilla nearly climaxed right then and there when her ass finally settled against the naval of the warm oiled statue with the idol's sword buried into her all the way to the hilt. The woman's feet rested in the holds designed into the stonework below her as the magnetic **** continued to hold her upper body in place. With her hips finally settled into position, she sucked in a slow, shuttering breath.

"Okay...okay..." She moaned softly as she began to work her hips to move along the shaft.

Lucilla was no arcane expert, but what she did know told her that the most likely way out of this was either for her to orgasm on this statue...or have it orgasm in her, if that was possible. She shuddered at the feeling of the strange green oil swirling against her skin and inside her flower. Whatever it was, it felt like it had some sort of will to it. Like it was alive and excited. It seemed to hum and tingle inside of her as she moved, causing Lucilla to curl her toes in her slippers at the wicked sensation.

"Oh...oh...oh my..." The duchess moaned as she slid up and down atop the shaft.

The magnetic **** would allow her to pull her hips forwards, but when she did, it would inevitably pull her back down as if she was stretching against some sort of elastic band. She quickly fell into a rhythm of slow, sweaty thrusts up and down the enchanted phallus. Between the effects of the fungus and the pleasantly tingling feeling of the oil swirling across the sculpture's form, it took very little time before Lucilla's breaths became more and more ragged with pleasure. After a good thrust of her hips sliding her nearly to the tip of the shaft, she let out a long stuttering moan as the slide back down the tingling rod sent her over the edge. A quick and pleasant orgasm shuddered through her loins as the sculpture's slick cock filled her completely once more. Once she had settled back down at the base, her orgasm subsiding, she had the feeling that she could ride this thing until she came ten more times. As the invisible magnetic **** holding her in place had not subsided, it seemed that the statue agreed.

"A-Alright then...I suppose the statute has to come then...." She let out a small involuntary moan of excitement at the prospect.

The duchess's eyes suddenly widened in alarm at the feeling of some sort of swirling movement forming up behind her. She glanced over her shoulder and released a small squeal of shock at what she saw. As if her orgasm had given it life, the oily green substance coating the statue had begun to move. It was starting to rise and pull itself off the statue in a strange sort of glistening silhouette of the masculine form it had been coating. Lucilla instinctively tried to pull herself forwards, but that merely resulted in her sliding up the statue's shaft before being slowly pulled back down, eliciting another groan of pleasure from the woman.

Still held in place by the magnetic ****, there was nothing the duchess could do but shudder at the touch of the oily silhouette sliding up behind her. She looked down with a small gasp as greenish hands reached up around her to lovingly grip her breasts over the tattered fabric of her bodice. The arms were corded with the same facsimile of mannish muscles that ran the length of the statue's limbs. It was if a ghostly, oily copy of the statue had risen from its form to assist the woman in fucking it.

"Oh goddess that's...that's quite...mmmm..." Lucilla's head tilted back as a pleasant sound escaped her lips as she resumed the task of fucking the enchanted statue.

To anyone who might have been watching, the duchess made quite the sight. Having fully surrendered to what was happening, the beautiful woman was eagerly bouncing up and down on the statue's upright rod. Assisting and guiding this strange sexual ritual, a ghostly silhouette made up of swirling greenish oil leaned out from the sculpture to grope, stroke, massage, and grip the panting woman. The groping, guiding, and tingling ministrations of the oily figure only heightened the sensations coursing through the duchess's body as it now took control to guide her body.

Again and again she was filled as she both fucked and was fucked by the statue. In not time at all, she was approaching the edge once more. Lucilla's motions slowed momentarily as another orgasm began to shudder through her, her mouth shuttering in wordless ecstatic whimpers. Gripping her waist from behind, the oily figure kept her bouncing on the statue's cock through the whole climax , turning her pleased whimpers into singing moans of pleasure.

The duchess was eagerly panting in the oily figure's grip, and still the fucking continued. Lucilla could feel her body going wild under the unrelenting pace of her hips sliding up and down the enchanted phallus. A momentary worry crossed her mind that perhaps this mystically sexual statue would never be satisfied and she would ride its cock into oblivion. For some strange reason, this thought drove her body even harder.

In no time at all, Lucilla could feel her third orgasm approaching. This time though, the statue began to slowly hum beneath and inside of her. The duchess took this to mean only one thing: the enchanted guardian was about to erupt. Like a racehorse being driven towards the finish line, Lucilla began to ride the oily marble cock with even more enthusiasm as the slippery silhouette held her form to forcefully bounce her on its erection.

"Oh...Oh...Oh...Oh...OOOohhhh!"

The duchess cried out in ecstasy as her orgasm pulsed through her, while the statute simultaneously climaxed deep inside of her, ejecting warm oily cords of some sort of tingling humming substance deep inside her inner walls. Lucilla quivered and shook against the oily silhouette's hold as she was wracked by the waves of pleasure surging through her as her cries echoed through the ruined hall that surrounded her. Finally, after what could have been an eternity, the world began to fade back into focus.

Lucilla's breathing slowly came back under her control as she felt the oily silhouette slide back away from her. At the same time, she could feel the magnetic pull that had **** her onto this statue's phallus easing its pull. As the mystical forces retreated, she looked to her right as she heard one of the metal doors begin to slowly slide open. Before the oily silhouette fully formed back onto the statue, the arms firmly gripped the duchess's waist and began to lift her off of the statue's erect cock.

Lucilla shuddered with a small gasp at the sensation of the hard member sliding out of her, before the oily arms lowered her back to the stone surface of the statue's base. The duchess nearly fell forwards on wobbly legs as the arms and magnetic **** fully retreated, but she managed to regain her footing at the last moment. She turned back to look at the statue to see that everything had returned to how she had found it, the green oily substance still flowing from the eyes of the mask to coat the marble figure beneath it. Lucilla placed a hand to abdomen at the feeling of the statue's strange ejaculate still tingling and swirling within her, almost as if it had the same sort of mobile will as the oil still swirling down the sculpture.

The duchess eyed the statue's still hardened cock, and she felt a small tingle in her nethers as the crazed thought of going another round momentarily flickered through her mind.

"Lucilla, please!" She laughed incredulously and pushed the thought aside.

The lost woman decided she would deal with the strange substance now deep inside her after she made it past the gate. Quickly snatching her discarded lingerie from where it lay at the statue's feet, she strode over to the now open door to the side. She took one final look at the sculpture, before stepping through the door. After her feet crossed the threshold, it slid firmly shut behind her.