Gods of Light, please help me! And since she was in Chamalon’s arms, impaled upon his divine rod, she did something she seldom did and pleaded directly with the god of love and truth. Chamalon, I beg you to help me win my beloved from your dark brother!
The metallic phallus jumped to life in her pussy. Jogged up and down upon the rod, she could only gasp in surprise. But when two cool marble hands closed on her breasts, she screamed in real fear.
Akraz ran back to her. He scrambled to draw a sword. That didn’t work too well, since he was as buck naked as she was. Laya could see her own fear and astonishment mirrored in his dropped jaw and wide eyes.
The marble statue had come to life. Oh it was still stone. The relentless pounding of the gold phallus in her cunt told her that. But the statue now controlled Laya instead of the other way around. The marble god massaged her breasts with his stone fingers. The gentleness of the touch, despite the unforgiving material, surprised her. Marble fingertips pinched her nipples between them with just the right amount of pressure to taunt her with a hint of pain, but not enough to damage. In fact, now that her initial fright had worn off, Laya found herself responding to the marble god’s vigorous use of her body.
Akraz must have noticed the change, the way she relaxed into the god’s embrace. His expression shifted too, to furious jealousy. The grotesque cant of his features made his rage look all the more ferocious.
The marble god lifted Laya up and off his phallus, then plunged her down again, this time ass aimed to receive his rod. The gold slicked up her anus. She shuddered at the ruthless penetration and would have fallen from a sudden wave of weakness, except that the marble god held her up by her breasts.
The marble god beckoned to Akraz.
“She belongs to me,” snarled Akraz.
Then take her, echoed the thought words in both their minds. I am but a tool, a magic toy left here by the touch of Chamalon to bring to life the fantasies of those who worship him.
The fact that the marble god was not truly a god but only a god’s elaborate sex toy mollified Akraz. Laya hoped it wouldn’t mollify him too much. She did not want him to leave her again.
The marble idol imprisoned Laya’s wrists in grips of stone, and forced her arms out above and behind her. This thrust her breasts forward into Akraz’s face. The nipples had been worked into hard knots of aching flesh by the idol’s prior ministrations. Akraz lowered his toothy mouth onto her breast and suckled hard. He bit down just hard enough with his sharp beastlike teeth to make her nipples prickle.
A long, snakelike tongue whipped from his mouth. He snapped this across her other nipple. She squirmed in the fists of stone that imprisoned her. Her efforts only succeeded driving her ass deeper onto the continued thrusts of the idol’s gold phallus. Akraz grinned at her reaction. He flicked the forked tongue out again and again, scourging her nipples one after the other.
Akraz dropped to his knees on the red cushion. That infuriating whip of a tongue now lashed her clit. She had never felt anything quite like it. The whisking drove her into a frenzy of pleasure. She tried to clench her thighs closed, but the stone legs of the idol intercepted her to keep her feet kicked far apart. She came in a spasm that rocked her against the cold stone body of the idol.
Panting with as much arousal as Laya herself, Akraz slid back up Laya’s sweat-slicked body. A meaty, very much living, cock nudged Laya’s thigh. Akraz grabbed his organ and pushed it into her dripping cunt. He began to pound her in counterpoint to the strokes up her ass by the stone idol.
None of her previous experiences of being filled in all holes prepared her for this, for this time two cocks, one metallic and cold, one hot and hard, actively worked her in unison. Everything between her legs burned with sensation.
“No,” Akraz groaned into her neck. “I don’t want to finish you like this. I want… I don’t know what I want.”
He withdrew and stared at Laya in mute frustration.
The stone idol seemed to think it knew what Akraz wanted. The idol withdrew his golden rod from Laya’s ass and released her arms. Laya fell weakly against Akraz’s chest. The idol took one of the crimson silk ties from its own arm and wrapped this around Laya’s left wrist—and then also around Akraz’s right wrist, binding them tightly together.
“What in the Thirteen Hells is this rockhead up to now?” demanded Laya.
Will you love this woman for all eternity, from now until the coming of the Pure World?
The marble god’s question reverberated unexpectedly in their minds.
“Yes,” said Akraz. He looked at Laya out of the face of a monster, but all she saw were his deep amethyst eyes, the same eyes as the man she had fallen in love with.
The idol took the other sash and tied their remaining wrists together.
Will you love this man for all eternity, from now until the coming of the Pure World? The statue asked Laya.
“Yes,” she said softly.
Then consummate your union with the blessing of the Light.
Akraz backed Laya down onto the bed, with himself prone over her. They could only move in mirrored unison because of the bindings.
“Kiss me,” whispered Laya.
“Not as a beast,” he demurred. But he submerged his cock between her legs. She opened to welcome him. He worshiped her with lingering strokes. Meanwhile, the marble god leaned over the bed and blew. Magically, all the rose petals billowed into the air, swirled and descended in a gentle rain on their intertwined bodies. Laya leaned back her head and parted her lips.
“Oh, sweet Nemesis,” moaned Akraz. “I cannot resist you any longer. You must accept me as I am, monster or not. You are one prisoner of war I will never set free.”
He flicked his forked tongue into her open mouth and pressed his monstrous, slavering lips onto her mouth. She didn’t recoil. She kissed his ugly mug full on the lips. He plundered her mouth in brutal, bestial kisses that sucked her breath from her. Yet, strangely, she felt his mottled cheeks turn smooth against hers, and the mouth that ravaged hers was not tusked or fanged, but the familiar pair of sensuous lips that she remembered from so many nights.
They reached their climax together.
Later, they giggled to find themselves still bound together. They made no attempt to untie themselves, but only snuggled together. The moonlight illuminated the bed and its skirt of scattered petals. The marble statue had returned to its former stillness and its former position, as though nothing untoward had ever occurred.
“Laya,” asked Akraz. “Was that a marriage ceremony?”
“Of course. Why do you think my uncle found so much amusement in condemning you to this fate? If you wish to live here in Sylvindell, you now have the legal right. But Akraz, if you wish to leave, I will follow you wherever you go.”
“I don’t know yet. Sylvindell is beautiful. But I also want to make sure that my people are settled in their new home.”
Laya gazed into the deep violet eyes of her beloved for a long time before she realized how handsome he looked in the moonlight. She touched her hand to his cheek, and because they were still bound, his hand moved with hers to brush it as well.
“My true face.” He looked up through the window at the moon. He turned his hand to look at his palm. The wizard’s rune was gone as well. “But… The spell is broken. How is it possible?”
“Akraz,” she whispered. “You once asked me what was stronger than the magic of the Dark God. I think we know now. It is a power given to mortals that comes directly from the Light.”
“Of course.” He kissed her softly. “Love.”
About the Author
Vashi Valant has been a mermaid, a forklift operator, a humanitarian aid volunteer and a homeless shelter counselor. She has yet to try her hand at bioengineering, a stint in the space station, or international espionage, although these activities are on her to-do list. She is married to a love machine, and with him has recently created an adorable cyborg baby named after a Norse god. She now writes full time.