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There stood Etherus Just as before frozen in the pose he had worn for more than a century.
Kathryn looked down and marveled at the care the creator had taken in the upright appendage, every ripple, every vein, had been meticulously carved, making it seemed to pulse with realism. She reached out and grasped it gingerly quite shocked at the width, her tiny fingers unable to touch on top. The marble was warm, she supposed from pressing against her and she dropped slowly down to take it into her mouth. A little at first and slightly further each stroke.
Kathryn was amazed that she could feel no trace of the porous marble other than in the unyielding hardness. She stood trembling slightly and once again looked around nervously. She had reached her point of no return.
With one hand around mighty Etherus's neck, She stood completely on tiptoe, lifted her left leg and straddled his cock. Gently she slipped its girth between the velvety petals of her moist pussy, her wetness coating the ancient marble. Stopping with it only a little way inside Kathryn wrapped her legs about his torso and used them to rise up before sliding down a little further. Gradually, she took his massive shaft deeper and deeper inside.
Kathryn closed her eyes and let her head fall back, her hair dangling as she rode the elicit godling, the rise and fall becoming automatic seeming to need no work from her at all. She could almost feel a gentle pulsing in the rigid marble as it took her again and again. It seemed to reach spots and cause sensations she had never experienced and soon she was overwhelmed.
The rush came from deep inside, shooting up her spine, erupting from her nipples as she felt them brush his cool chest, finally to burst within her head in wave after wave of orgasm.
Kathryn rested her forehead against his shoulder, every movement sending white hot sparks through her over sensitized sex, as the unspent shaft still worked it's magic inside her, magic that was quickly becoming tortuous pleasure as she sought a moment's break from stimulation.