considerable scientific, historical, and simply monetary value simply by virtue of their age. Moreover, if the inhabitants left this place during the war and they had no time to carefully collect and export property.

She quietly got up and, trying not to wake anyone, moved toward the entrance to the hill. She stood at the gate, feeling like she was being pulled from the depths by a cool draft and it smelled like centuries-old dust. Once again, having rejoiced in the depths of my soul, that I was still capable of something, I lit a small, brightly flashed with white light on the palm of my hand and resolutely moved inwards.

The passage gradually widened. The ceiling was no longer visible, the walls parted, becoming smooth and straight. The corridor turned left and suddenly ended. Before Alma opened a huge empty space. Not far away the water gurgled. Did I really go through the hill? No, it can not be. She stepped forward, lifting the glowing ball higher and realized that she was in a decent-sized hall. All its walls were entirely covered with bas-reliefs, poorly distinguishable from a lack of light. In the center was a powerful granite pedestal, seemingly empty.

Alma approached the wall, trying to see the bas-reliefs and felt that she was blushing. What are you like a girl! - She got angry at herself. The bas-relief consisted of thousands of small fragments depicting scenes of copulation. In all imaginable and unimaginable positions. Together, three, and even a lot more. There were men with men and women with women. The fantasy — or perhaps not — of the sculptor was not limited to people only. There were also men fucking dogs, cows and donkeys. There were women who substituted the womb of males, stallions and bulls. Alma couldn’t imagine much, only now having seen the image of a woman stuck in the tail of a snake. On the other hand, the same snake was fucked in the man’s mouth. No, well, this is quite a bust ... - she thought, and imagining how a snake body spins in her vagina, she started.

Shaking herself up, Alma moved away from the wall, thinking that later you should still examine the bas-reliefs to the end. Moreover, she had a purely practical interest - some poses, previously unknown to her, she would love to try herself. It is the turn of the pedestal. At first, she saw nothing but rubbish and dust on it, until she noticed that all this was hiding some kind of oblong object. Shaking it off, she went to the sound of pouring water, finding a trickle flowing from the wall and carefully laundering the find. She brought her closer to the light and was amazed at the skill of the sculptor. In her hands was a stone member. It looks quite ordinary, which she has seen quite a lot in her life - tense, slightly bent upwards, intertwined with veins translucent through the skin, with a large smooth head filled with blood. Only this one was completely carved out of dark stone, warm to the touch. Here is a sample! - Alma was delighted, raising him closer to the eyes.

The head was carved masterfully. It seemed that a drop of lubricant was about to roll out of its hole. Alma brought her to the very nose, looking at the glare of light on a smooth surface. And suddenly, obeying a rush, she took it in her mouth. The head slipped behind her cheek and compressed her lips on the trunk. Alma for a moment felt as if she had a real, alive, ready-to-eat male organ in her mouth. She stroked her head with the tongue, stretched out her lips, trying to fit as much as possible into her mouth and again it seemed as if the organ started and tightened, preparing to throw out the sperm. Suddenly excited excitement pushed her to a natural continuation. Picking up her skirts, she sat down and injected herself a stone organ into the vagina. Sobbing sweetly, Alma suddenly realized that this object was perfect for her vagina.Both in length and in thickness, and even with its curved shape, it fully corresponded to her desires, reaching where she wanted, pressing the right places with necessary force and stretching the vagina just enough to make it pleasant, but not painful. Alma, squatting on her heels, moved them in herself, twisted and gasped, when inserting him, she fully felt the next hot wave radiating from the crotch, causing shivering all over her body. Noticing anything around, she stuck a stone organ into herself, holding it at the very tip. Toward the end, she thrust it all into herself, trying to push her finger even deeper, fell to her knees and bent over, huddled together in never-before-experienced pleasure.

Reeling, she got to her feet. The cock slipped out of it, forcing the empty vagina to shrink and with a loud thud fell to the floor. Alma raised it, thoughtfully inspecting a shiny object from her juices - And what did this find on me? It seems to be an ordinary stone imitation, but what an effect! Probably, this thing is not as simple as it seems. Okay, take it with you, let them study at the Academy. Or maybe I will use it myself.

Putting the organ on the edge of the pedestal, she returned to the walls. In addition to the bas-reliefs, here and there at the belt level were deep circular niches. Alma, highlighting herself, alternately looked into several of them, not seeing in the depths anything but rubbish. Of course, it would be good to turn this rubbish up - she thought - You never know what might be in it ... But it is necessary to climb into a niche, otherwise you cannot reach it. And she is narrow, get dirty.

However, when in one of them something flashed at the very back wall, Alma stopped thinking about clean clothes. What if there really is something worthwhile? It was not possible to look at it better - an arm extended with a glowing ball gave enough light, but its source was just between the object and its eyes, making it difficult to see something other than a bluish glow. We'll have to climb - she decided - I'll get it, then we'll see. Stretching her arms forward, she, trying not to touch the edges with her shoulders, climbed in to the waist. Fingers slightly missed the goal. She stood on tiptoes, climbing even deeper when she felt a slight whiff with her legs.

The next moment, a strong stream of air pushed her into the hole, so she almost hit her head. What is it!? - she was frightened when her legs got off the floor. The flow did not weaken. Alma felt how he was inflating her skirt, knocking her taller up until she bared her bottom, pressing the cloth against the wall around the hole. And why did I get here!? - she unsuccessfully twitched, trying to get back - What to do now !?

Suddenly something touched her crotch. Alma flinched. Someone or something stroked it between her legs. She thought it looked like a caressing tongue, only this language was five times wider than human and more like a strong gust of wind, somehow able to gently touch the skin that instantly goosebumped. He persistently licked it, penetrating between the lips and touching the clitoris. Alma froze, but the tongue has not yet encroached on the vagina, being content with stimulation of the increased pea. Her legs were spread apart, and Alma was ready to swear that it was not human hands that did it, and indeed no arms. However, since the movements of the elastic tongue seemed even more pleasant, and when he disappeared, she even regretted it.

Instead of language, something touched the entrance to the vagina and pressed, leaving her in no doubt about the intentions of an unknown creature. A thick object that has a clearly material nature has penetrated the vagina. Alma felt his rough surface, uneven, covered with some kind of protruding scars, pushing the gentle walls. An involuntary moan escaped from her, and from behind, a low-pitched low "Ho!" Answered him. The organ in it twisted, starting to move. Alma groaned again, feeling the movement of an unknown object accelerate inside her. He rhythmically entered into it, pleasantly massaging the vagina with its uneven surface, but Alma never felt that something touched her buttocks.After a while she even began to like these long movements inside her, but then the dick came out and rested against the anus. Alma, in anticipation of the unbearable pain, screamed before he penetrated her. The member, lightly pressing several times on the desperately resisting sphincter, with a powerful push broke through it and began an inexorable immersion into the rectum. Alma screamed even louder, but suddenly realized that there was no pain in the anus, but there was only pleasure from the measured cudgel entering her butt and the surprise that her anus had not yet burst, taking an organ of that size. However, there was more enjoyment, especially when the tongue returned, again taking on licking it from the vagina to the clitoris. A member in the anus suddenly started up unusually, Alma felt a wave sweep over him, causing the trunk to swell at the point of its passage and felt the gut as a huge amount of fluid was pumped into it. From fright she screamed again and suddenly she felt that she was ending. Pleasure flooded her, swept through the body and for the time being deprived of the ability to think.

When she woke up, there was no one behind. She could not see it, but was firmly convinced. In addition, the wind has stopped, although the skirt has remained lit up. There were footsteps from behind, someone took hold of her thighs and pulled over. A thought flashed through my head that nothing had ended and she was ready to take in another member, wondering which one of the holes he would choose, but it turned out that she was just pulled out. Getting out, she sneezed and looked at the smiling Torello.

- How are you here !?

- Looking for you. I woke up - but you are not. I immediately thought that you were here.

- Where were you before !? - She pounced on him. “While you were coming here, I’m already here ...” she stopped short.

- ... fucked. - finished for her Torello. - So it should have happened.

- Why?

- I remembered what this place is. This is how the bas-reliefs saw - so I remembered. This is a temple dedicated to the local gods who supervise ... well, you probably guessed what it was.

- BUT...

“This niche,” he continued, “is intended precisely for what you unknowingly did yourself. Women, who had something wrong with this case, came here, undressed, climbed into them just like you and stayed overnight. And at night, when there was no one, these their gods appeared and did ... well, about the same as with you. - he grinned. - They say it helped. True, evil tongues claimed that they were only priests.

- No, these are definitely not priests. It was ... well, inhuman.

- Well, did you even like it? - Torello gently pushed her to the exit.

- Should it?

- Actually, yes. The temple was created for this purpose.

- Liked. That is, of course, so unexpectedly, without warning ... But if everything was as you say, you liked it.

- That's good. And now let's go back - the morning will be soon, now everyone will wake up.

- Morning!?

- Well yes. Doing this, you know, time flies by. You were fucked all night. Do not you feel?

- No ... - Alma did not feel anything except pleasant relaxation, a little tiredness and a little rubbed crotch.