Well, treats are meant to go somewhere

This challenge was proving to be more difficult than you first anticipated. There was a good chance you would have blown your load already if it were you receiving such a vigorous handjob by someone as beautiful as your new self. despite that, you know that situations like this typically go further. And the wording of the riddle definitely called the answer a "treat". Despite holding some contrary views to that choice of word, the lack of progress so far seems to mean it was meant to be taken literally. You were already giving a handjob to the guy, was it really so bad to take it a step further?

As you willed yourself to act through the pit actively forming in your stomach, you managed to bring your mouth ever closer to the tip of the statue. Unlike before, you managed to keep your eyes at least a little bit open as you made your approach. As your tongue finally made contact with the member, you were shocked not only that you had really done it, but that the statue had a slight salty taste. Not enough to really call it a flavor, but enough to notice. The dull throbbing of the penis grew ever so slightly in intensity, but you knew deep down that this wouldn't be enough. As your tongue sat against the bottom of the tip, your hands kept going in their vigorous back and forth strokes. Slowly but steadily, the slight saltiness of the penis grew, and you decided to go in just a bit more. As the taste grew, your new lips (which you had just noticed were noticeably larger than your previous ones) made contact with the tip and enveloped it with their softness. Before you realized it, your head was bobbing on the tip at the same pace as your hands stroked the strong, unrelenting rod. You closed your eyes again not out of disgust, but something you didn't quite understand.

After minutes on end spent mindlessly bobbing away on the rocky member, a new sensation entered the equation, followed by another. The first was a sensation that momentarily broke you out of your mindlessness. A thin, salty liquid Had entered your mouth from the tip of the stony cock. The liquid's taste was gentle, and while it's appearance had been surprising, it was quickly overtaken by something else. As a response to the not-quite-unpleasant taste of the liquid, the second sensation arose. A deep warmth began to spread in your loins, drawing you back into that deep, mindless state. As you continued to kneel in front of the idol of your greatest foe, that little part of your mind came back, a bit more forceful than before.

Deeper

You took the rod a little bit deeper.

Deeper

Tears seeped through you eyelids as you took the rod just a little bit deeper, meeting some kind of resistance along the way.

Deeper

You moved your hands from their spot on the impressive member as you threw yourself at the statue with abandon. The rigid cock speared through that meager resistance that had stopped you just moments prior, but your head just continued to move. Your ears were filled with the gack gack gack of your throat being plowed by your own motions.

Gack gack gack gack gack you continued for who knows how long. the throbbing of the cock and your own loins kept increasing in intensity, but both went nearly unnoticed as you continued to throw your face against the cock. Your hands grabbed the legs of the statue to provide more leverage for your own savage facefuck. The thin liquid's flow increased, going straight past your mouth and down your throat.

Glurk glurk glurk glurk glurk glurk glurk glurk glurk glurk glurk

The self inflicted **** continued until eventually, your plush lips made contact with the stony pelvis of the statue. As that happened, the throbbing of the statue lowered in speed only, returning some semblance of clarity to your addled mind. You quickly attempted to pull back from the statue's impending load, but it felt as if some invisible **** was holding the back of your head. The sudden expulsion of the first load filled the sober part of your mind with dread, but the part of your mind still trapped in it's stupor was hit with euphoria. While you were no expert on semen, the load that blasted from the statue was of an incredible warmth and thickness that you simply could not have been prepared for. The sheer volume of the load threatened to end your second adventure prematurely by drowning, so you did the only thing you could. You started to swallow.

Ulp, ulp, ulp. you tried your best to keep up with the deluge of sperm being shot down your throat, but the thickness and volume of it made the task very difficult. The more you swallowed, the more seemed to be ejected out of the statue's impressive cock. You could feel your stomach slightly swell from the sheer amount of swimmers being **** down your gullet (and some out your nose) as you tried to push against the legs of the statue.

Mercifully, the flow of sperm seemed to slowly die down after what felt like minutes of oxygen starved euphoria/terror. The invisible **** also seemed to dissipate, allowing you to slowly withdraw your skull from the still-rigid member. The tip of the cock left a small but thick streak from your throat to the tip of your tongue as it exited, and you caught your first breath of semen-stained air in what felt like an eternity. The pungent odor of semen hung around the air, continuing it's **** even after it had been swallowed. Your nostrils burned from the semen that hadn't been able to infiltrate your digestive tract, and your eyes were wet with tears. You fell back on your hands as you caught your breath, and the statues squirted out another thick load, this time landing on your face and chest. mercifully it only lasted half a second, but it was still a further bit of humiliation. Your tongue absentmindedly stuck out to lick it off of your face, as if you had a morsel of meat on it. You realized what you were doing only after it was too late, and the taste hit you all over again. You didn't have the brainpower to really comprehend it during the facial-skewering, but the sperm didn't actually taste all that bad. In fact, it tasted kind of good.

As you sat in silence with that thought, movement from the corner of your eye caught your attention.