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Dr. Elanor McBoobins hacked her way through dense jungle, waving her blade up and down in front of her, and shoving aside the hanging foliage. It had been a rough week. First she’d needed to blow her boss to convince him to fund the expedition. Then she’d needed to titty-fuck the charter pilot to fly her to such a remote and dangerous area. And of course her guide, who had now abandoned her to finish the expedition on her own, had demanded her ass as payment for what guidance he did provide. She reflected how the journey had been like all those dicks: long and hard.

Sweat poured down from beneath her pith helmet and onto the penguin’s deep blue face, as well as through her short-cropped blond hair. It was hot, and she was more suited to the cold climate of southern Chile than the heat of the M’Bongo jungle. But she was undeterred. Undoing first one then two then three of the buttons on her khaki shirt, she let her massive breasts, each glistening with sweat, swing more and more free. She was wearing no bra - it was, after all, much too hot - and with no one around to watch, she finally gave in and let them hang free. Each massive orb, the product of the finest plastic surgery Los Angeles could provide, stood out perfect and erect, like big blue exotic fruits, bouncing lightly as she continued down her improvised path.

After what seemed like hours, she finally reached the clearing she sought. Though she still checked the map, there was no doubt in her mind: this was the Onyx Temple. It was rather obvious, as the namesake stone, along with obsidian, jet, and other lesser black gemstones made up the massive facade, each one glistening and sparkling in the equatorial sun. It was the open-air sort of temple, with a large dais in the middle, flanked by rows of empty and crumbling seating, and with a massive curved wall on the far side.

The wall was coated in carvings depicting sex acts and erotic carvings that made the Virupaksha temple look tame by comparison, and Nekkie took her time examining (and giggling at) them. Apparently, the unknown civilization that had created the Onyx Temple ages ago was not as inhibited as the modern, heavily Christianized residents of the country. All the more reason to explore and record this temple now, before they came here and “corrected” it, like the English explorers of old.

In the center of the massive tableau was an enormous figure that seemed almost to extend from the rock itself. This was their god, its name lost to time, with the civilization that had created it focusing more on erotic sculpture than a written language. Tall and bountiful, she was like a cross between a raven and the Venus of Willendorf, if the Venus of Willendorf had been granted a massive phallus. Dr. McBoobins knew that many an early civilization accepted the concept of a gender spectrum much more than modern ones, but she had never seen it expressed quite so elegantly and thoroughly before. The phallus, which somehow stood out proud in front of the statue, albeit not erect, had not been damaged or removed in centuries, and glistened like black gold.

Dr. McBoobins reached out to touch it, then pulled back. She knew that these temples tended to be guarded by traps intended to catch blasphemous intruders, and while they were no doubt long since rendered nonfunctional by time, she didn’t want to risk doing to this temple what almost a thousand years of time had failed to do, i.e. break everything. Instead she focused on reading the tableau, or rather simply examining its intricate pictograms, knowing that this would lead her to the correct way to approach this fascinating discovery.

Being a culture devoid of the written language, the creators of this temple had left clear, simple instructions in their erotic sculpture, like IKEA furniture instructions only with tits and dicks. All one simply had to do was place a particular statue on the dias, mount it, ride it, and the god would, supposedly, come to life. While Dr. McBoobins was skeptical that whatever deus ex machina that had once made the statue come to life was intact, she knew she had to try. Worst case, she would get her rocks off, which, after seeing all that erotic statuary, she definitely wanted to do.

She pulled the required statue out of her backpack, carefully inserting and balancing it on the dias. She had gone to a lot of trouble and sucked a lot of dicks getting it, and it was easy to see why: it was a massive and magnificent phallus, carved by expert hands out of a waterproof stone, and it was almost as big as her forearm from the massive balls at the base to the carefully sculpted circumcised glans. She neatly inserted it into the dias, and it clicked into place like it was meant to be there. Which, of course, it was. She cooed as she was awed by it, the massive erect length glistening in the jungle sunlight.

Unable to hold herself back any longer, she ditched her shirt and backpack and quickly disposed of her pants, leaving her clad in nothing but her shoes, socks, and pith helmet. She mounted the dias and squatted down, slowly, gently, elegantly pushing the massive stone length into her sex. She moaned, whimpering, grabbing her massive tits and caressing them as she began to ride up and down, mimicking the large-breasted bird girls in the carvings.

As she began to bounce, she cried out louder and louder, moaning, whimpering, pinching her nipples and moving with increasing speed. Her sexual fluids dripped down the shaft, collecting in a small trough at the base, slowly filling it. She couldn’t see this though, her body was so filled with ecstasy, nor could she see the eyes of the gigantic bird-god statue slowly begin to open, revealing deep, ruby-red eyes.

Indeed, so lost in her own orgasmic pleasure was she that Dr. McBoobins didn’t hear the slow grind of stone against stone as the statue, kicking off untold centuries of dust and decay, slowly broke free of the wall and began to move forward, taking deliberate, measured steps towards her. This was no mere trick of some Archimedes-like genius, no animated statue intended to awe the faithful like a Las Vegas magic trick: the statue was alive, and it was coming towards her!

It was not until a massive taloned hand lifted her chin that she broke her line of orgasmic screams with one of genuine fear. She looked up, terrified, into the massive winged creature that stood before her, gripping her chin, examining her. It spoke in a powerful tone, its language long forgotten but its message clear: forget the phallus in the dias, it’s time for the real thing.

Powerfully, but without force, it guided Dr. McBoobins to its own massive length, which was now throbbing with life and dripping with very real precum. She needed little prompting, even as she resumed bouncing up and down on the stone cock between her thighs, she worked the massive real one in her hands, against her tongue, against her beak, and between her breasts. Before a rather sharp career change, Dr. McBoobins had been quite the sexual protege, hence the massive implants, and if anyone was going to give this statue the best fuck it had received in centuries, it was her.

Soon she was sucking and slurping on the massive black cock, struggling to take it all in but not holding back. Her hands were braced on the bird’s thighs, her mouth was bobbing up and down, her hips and waist were moving back and forth, up and down on the length. The massive black bird began to moan as well, her own massive breasts bouncing and heaving as she began to fuck Nekkie’s face with her almost supernatural length, working more and more of it into the penguin’s mouth, the massive balls threatening to bang against Dr. McBoobins’s chin.

After a few minutes of this. Dr. McBoobins couldn’t stand it any more, and pulled herself off the fallus, kicking it aside where it shattered on the ground. Driven mad by sexual desire, she cared nothing for the destruction of this priceless artifact, and only laid back on the dias, spreading her legs wide and spreading herself with her fingers. “Fuck me!” she said. “Make me the whore of a god!”

Whether or not her words were understood by the massive raven, she got the message, and pushed her spittle-glistened dick into Dr. McBoobins with one long, firm shove. Dr. McBoobins gasped, her eyes briefly crossing as she felt herself taking so much cock all at once. This was no solid stone length, this was living flesh, and it pushed into her relentlessly, wanting her sex as much as she wanted to be fucked. She spread her legs wildly, letting the massive raven bend her in half, the creature’s huge cock fucking and fucking and fucking her, not stopping in its relentless pounding until its balls were smacking into her taint.

The massive bird continued like this for a bit, before sliding back and putting one of Dr. McBoobins’s legs over her shoulder, spreading her wide as it continued to pound her mercilessly. Both birds had their breasts bouncing wildly now, and rather than try to contain them, Nekkie reached down and worked her clit hard, her orgasm rushing up at her like an oncoming wave. “Fuck me harder!” she shouted. “Fuck me like the god you are!”

It broke on her like a wave too. She arched her back, moaned, cried out, her whole body shaking as she orgasmed hard. Her free leg and her arms thumped against the dias, making it emit a deep, hollow, wooden sound with each smack. Her hat flew off, as did one of her shoes, both of them clattering somewhere out of her vision. She coughed, slowly trying to regain her senses, the power of the orgasm racing through her like lightning through the sky.

The massive raven pulled out her enormous length and began to cum as well, shooting hot, thick ropes of white mess across her tits, her stomach, her face. It was like the breaking of a dam, and soon Nekkie found herself positively coated in the stuff, as if she had walked through glistening wet spiderweb. She grabbed her tits, pushing them together then letting them flop loose, spreading the liquid this way and that.

***

“CUT!” the shout came from off to the side, and was immediately followed by numerous bouts of barely contained laughter. The staff, thankful to no longer be required to stand still, began to move around, getting the blood moving in their arms and legs and adjusting their equipment. “Fucking hell, Nekkie, your goddamn boot broke a fucking light.”

“Yeah well I didn’t tie them on did I?” She graciously accepted a bottle of water and began to chug it, then poured a bit on her breasts, trying to keep the cum wet before it set. She was going to be in the shower for quite some time before putting her clothes back on, and she didn’t want to have to spend the entire afternoon preening the stuff out of her feathers. “Also, holy fucking shit, Mishaela, why haven’t you done porn before? I didn’t even have to fake it this time, you fucked me like a pro.”

Now no longer in character, Mishaela blushed a bit. “I mean I have a day job and all. Honestly I’m just here because your friend Kyle talked me into it.” She gestured towards the massive muscular fox, her match in strength and, Nekkie knew, dick size, who was messing around on his phone. He realized they were staring and waved at them, though he was long out of costume and no doubt just waiting for a ride home. “I’m not sure if I’d do it again, but it was fun this one time. And I got to play a god, which I never even got to do in high school drama club, so that was cool.”

Nekkie grabbed a towel as it passed by, ignoring whoever it might possibly be intended for, and began to try and work on the water, sweat, and sexual fluids on herself. Her costume was ruined, but that usually happened, and it’s not like Spirit Halloween was going to run out of “sexy explorer” outfits anytime soon. Even if they never could contain her bust for more than a shot or two. “Well I hope this isn’t a one-time thing. You don’t just fuck me good, you make me look good on camera. And I love it when someone makes me look good on camera.

“I’ll…Consider it,” said Mishaela, her blush now as red as her eyes. She gave Nekkie a friendly kiss on the cheek and got up, needing to see to her own hygienic needs. She couldn’t stop looking over her shoulder at Nekkie, though, not until she bumped into a hapless grip, who immediately set down his boom mic and began examining his clothes for stray bits of semen. A common hazard in this industry, no doubt.

“See that you do!” said Nekkie, wiggling her fingers. “Because I wanna get fucked by a god again. Ideally on something softer than a plywood fuck-altar…”