They have slept in marble for three thousand years.
One priestess will pour her blood and seed across every god until the temple itself climaxes.
Extreme mythological erotica • living statues • divine public worship • petrification • transformation • eternal harem • 18+
Selene was the final acolyte left alive after the empire fell. On the first new moon she stripped naked, climbed the altar, and slit her palm, letting blood drip onto the lips of the greatest statue — the Sun God, twenty feet of flawless white marble. The stone drank. And then it moved.
Golden light poured from his eyes. He lifted her like a doll, impaled her on a cock carved from living gold, and fucked her against his own pedestal while the temple shook. When he came, molten seed burned sacred runes into her womb. She screamed in ecstasy as the first god claimed his first worshipper in three millennia.
Now Selene stands at the center of the garden, skin half marble, half flesh, eyes molten gold and silver. Every god kneels. Pilgrims from across the ruined world crawl on bleeding knees to drink from between her thighs. When she comes, the statues weep liquid starlight. When she denies them, the earth itself trembles.
The temple lives again.
And she is its beating, bleeding heart.