You peer down at your moist pants, clearly your arousal while reading has gotten the better of you. If it wasn’t for the fact that you were sitting in your university library, you might reach in and strum your aching clit.
“It’s all just fairytales. Something parents tell their kids so they don’t wonder into the temple and get hurt. Hmm, but I wouldn’t mind running into him,” you think eyeing the base of the satyr’s cock, sure he would be packing a 9 incher between his legs.
Although your arousal makes for an awkward wet dark spot, you finish reading; determined you would venture into the temple and discover what lies beneath.
After the semester is over, you purchase your ticket and flight to Peru, traveling day by day until you arrive at the temple.
“Wow, kinky,” you think aloud, the temple entrance exactly as the natives described it. A long marble stairway led up the side of the mountain before an open doorway. Carved into the mountain, the entrance was the carved-out vagina of a woman spreading her legs while servicing two aroused men; one with a horse cock and the other a pig’s. Along the stairway leading to her inviting opening, the solid railing was lined with a series of stone statue men; their erect penises pointing out towards people walking by. However, most of them were not alone. Several of these stone men had curvy naked women sucking on their members, their flared pussies on full display.
“They don’t call this the temple of lust for nothing,” you said walking up the stairway passed several stone lovers.
As you near the top, images and echoes from yesterday’s overnight stay flashed back into your mind.
Your host saying he’d lost his daughter to imps before pulling down his pants to show you his own blood-red cock; the result of his morphed she-imp daughter coming home and sucking him off.
The images of abnormally sexual animals fucking throughout the village.
The moans of lovers fucking far off in the distance
And the most disturbing, last night while ducking down in a bush to relieve your bladder, you remember watching a man skinny dip without knowing of your presence. It was hard to make out any detail in the dark, but you could see he possessed an 18+ inch cock; its head flat and flaring. You keep quiet as the wet sound of the stranger fapping his massive meat; all the while grunting and snorting like an animal. When he becomes too loud to hear his surroundings, you snuck away, but hearing a loud horse neigh as you returned to your hut; he had clearly fouled up the watering hole with his lust.
“This place really does embrace the theatrics, I guess. Imps don’t exist. Animals mate whenever. And men don’t have massive horse dicks,” you say to yourself while peering up at the entrance’s horse man getting serviced, “Do they?”
Shaking the thought off, you reach the top, peering into the dark entrance. But before entering you blush when you find more human statues, all lost in their lustful orgy. Your eyes lock onto a man standing on the outskirts. It looked like a freeze frame of a man thrusting his cock outward the very moment seed was about to shoot from his cock head; an erotic moaning face captured in time.
“Oh that sucks, sorry buddy,” you laugh looking at the statue. You blush for a moment as a dirty thought comes to mind. Reaching down, you cup his impressive ball sack.
“Does that feel good?” you smile but as you look down at your hands, you feel drawn to stroke his phallic prize. Smoothed and polished, you hypnotically work his member.
“Mmm, you want a lick?” you ask the statue, involuntarily dropping to your knees.
Your hearing deafens, your eyesight narrows, now fixed on the cock.
roll a 20-sided dice
(use google RNG if you need)