Author's Note: All characters in this story are over 18, and all acts are consensual. This is a primal tale of a 37-year-old archaeologist's descent into desire--a slow build that unravels into something gritty, raw, taboo and extreme at times.
Expect explicit sex, fertility rituals, size kinks, exhibitionism, lesbian encounters, group sex, gaping, natural bodies and the supernatural--not your typical perky, tight MILF fantasy.
If that sounds like your thing, step inside. If not, best give it a miss.
Chapter 3
The jungle heat was suffocating.
The morning sun had barely risen, yet Faye's body was already damp with sweat as she crouched before the temple wall, brushing dirt from the newly uncovered reliefs. But it wasn't just the heat--it was the lingering fire from last night.
She still felt open, as if her body hadn't quite settled from the dream... from what she had done in the dark.
She wiped her brow, her pulse quickening as the latest carvings were revealed beneath her fingertips. The imagery was even more graphic than before--a woman, thighs spread wide, her body stretched around a massive stone phallus. Another lay on her back, legs splayed, gaping, as if in some ritualistic bliss.
The moment she saw it, something inside her tightened.
Oh, God.
She couldn't stop staring, heart hammering in her chest. The smooth, worn curves of the relief felt almost alive beneath her fingertips, as if the stone itself pulsed with memory. Her thighs pressed together instinctively, but it did nothing to ease the deep, aching warmth building inside her.
"Jesus," Jenny's voice cut through the thick air, startling Faye.
Faye jerked her hand back from the stone as her assistant stepped up beside her, hands on her hips, peering down at the carvings.
"These are really something else," Jenny said, exhaling, her eyes tracing the erotic imagery. "I mean... damn, they weren't subtle, were they?"
Faye couldn't speak. Her throat was too dry, her face burning. She forced herself to inhale slowly, to compose herself, to push down the twisting heat inside her.
"Fertility iconography," she managed, forcing her voice to stay academic, her own arousal betraying her beneath her damp shorts. "It's... uh... common in--"
"In ancient cultures, yeah, yeah." Jenny waved a hand dismissively, eyes still locked on the relief. Then, with a casual, almost teasing tone, she said, "Y'know, the women in these carvings kinda look like you."
Faye felt her entire body seize.
She turned sharply, staring at Jenny, her stomach twisting. "What?"
Jenny was still studying the reliefs, completely unaware of the way Faye's mind had just short-circuited.
"You know, curvy, big tits. You've got the same vibe."
Faye's skin prickled with heat, a fresh pulse of arousal surging through her so fast it made her dizzy. Jenny had noticed.
Noticed the curves of the stone bodies.
Noticed their likeness to hers.
She tried to think of a response--anything to deflect the conversation--but nothing came. Her tongue felt thick, her brain fogged with too many feelings at once.
Jenny finally glanced at her and frowned. "You okay? You look kinda out of it."
"I just--" Faye swallowed, then quickly shook her head. "It's the heat. I--I think I need to lie down for a bit."
Jenny nodded in understanding, already distracted by another section of the ruins. "Yeah, makes sense. You don't want to get heatstroke."
Faye barely managed a reply before retreating to the tent, her legs unsteady, her entire body on fire.
Inside the tent, the air was just as thick, just as stifling, but at least she was alone. She sat heavily on her bed, wiping the sweat from her forehead, her pulse still erratic.
She couldn't stop thinking about it.
The reliefs.
The way Jenny had looked at them.
The way Jenny had looked at her.
And at the other end of the tent, it sat there.
The massive stone phallus, still untouched since they'd brought it inside, its presence undeniable, looming, powerful.
She was so wet. Her body felt strung too tight, every nerve buzzing, begging.
