Monstrous Lust: Stone Hard Devils

They are horny, hard, and waiting in the graveyard!

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B083ZH8281

Synopsis:  

 Savannah has just moved into a strange new house in a strange woodland town called Alpine. Her stepmother has history with the house, but can’t remember her past. Whatever has attracted her stepmother back to this place has put an erotic curse over her. Now, Savannah’s parents want to do is have sex all the time. When Savannah accidentally catches her parents doing it on the kitchen table, she flees into the forest. After all, who wants to see their parents naked and doing it?

In the forest, Savannah finds something even more perverted. A forgotten graveyard where the tombstones are worn and covered in years of moss. They are watched over by stone guardians. Savannah will soon learn they are guarding the secrets to her new home, and they are stone hard between their legs.

Sample:

This portion of the wilderness seemed darker. Maybe
it was late in the day and the sun was beginning to set. Maybe it was because
the clumping of trees is more dense. The canopy of aspen leaves created a deep
shadow on the forest floor. Savannah,
fascinated by how the stone mingled with the trees in a sea of moss, did not
pay attention that she was carefully plotting her way through the maze. Nor did
she concern herself with how the moss-covered and consumed everything it
touched. This was because the moss did not consume the profane statues up ahead
of her. They were a stark contrast to the shadowy green. The grey stone
sparkled with flecks of quartz crystal, giving away their hiding places within
the thick moss-covered branches of leafy foliage.  

Human-like in form, the statues hiding behind all the
mossy trees and ancient graves did not stand on stone bases. Some stood on
their haunches; others were attached to nearby trees, modeled as if climbing
them so they could get to higher vantage points. The three of them were
situated in different ways to be secret watchers of the open grove she had just
crossed to get there - watching her approach.

Savannah wondered what these winged gargoyles were protecting
for that is what they reminded her of. A mix of man and strange beast, parts of
them were reptilian, such as their wings and scaly tails. Their faces were more
bat-like, but they had horns and made expressions with their massive grins and
emotional eyes. Their bodies were sleek and had a feline-like quality to the
anatomy. Yet, the human-like qualities could not be ignored. Savannah couldn’t quite put her finger on
what exactly made them seem so human. Perhaps it was the expressions on their
faces or the very dynamic poses that they were carved into. It probably had to
do more with their large and erect stone penises and how they were carved to
look as if they were holding on and jerking themselves off as they watched her
approach.

The menacing clawed hands of the creatures gripped
the base of their fat phalluses, which to Savannah
seemed more polished and shiny than the rest of their stone bodies. They
possessed human-shaped penises with exception to the prominent draconic scales
that went down the shaft. The texture of the scales produced on the dark shiny
stone caused Savannah
to reach out and feel it through her fingers.

Quickly she retracted her touch. Her curiosity and
fascination had blinded her to the perversion of her actions. Even if these
things were lifeless creations of stone, it didn’t help that their timeless
expressions seemed to enjoy her touch.

Savannah continued to examine them wholeheartedly confused.
She tried to understand why something like this would be out here, or who would
make them. Her only conclusion was that some local pervert thought it a sick
joke. They were all too newly carved to fit with the ancient weathered stones
being digested by the forest. Yet, the size and artisanship for a place so
remote and forgotten made no sense.

The three-stone sentinels watched over the forgotten
garden of the dead. It felt weird to find them, but the mystery excited Savannah. She didn’t like
the way they watched her approach while holding their stone dicks in their
human-shaped claws. A bit too perverted even if it was fascinating. She
hesitated exploring further in case she found something worse, and something
worse she did find.

It wasn’t far from the other statues but was better
hidden. Only a few yards away was a clump of pines and a large stone - perhaps
another gravestone. The five trees grew close together and with the moss, they
almost formed a natural wall. Savannah
thought she saw the hints of another statue behind it but had yet to study it
like the three watchers. Once she brought it into view, it was the most profane
of all.

Two statues carved into one: The female was human;
the monster was like the other three: A massive humanoid monstrosity. Savannah now understood
the artist’s narrative. The first three were carved to watch as sentinels but
were eager to have their turn. While behind the tree wall, the artist fulfilled
their perverted fantasy by carving this statue. Behind the clumping of trees, the
stony gargoyle gripped her by her thighs, lifting her legs up, spreading them
as he held her back against his stomach. Savannah
could see everything going on between her legs. The statues pussy delicately
carved to show the monster’s thick and scaly cock sink deep into her.

The woman’s face, young and beautiful, made such an
expression of euphoric pleasure as she pressed the back of her head against the
stone beast’s chest. He too raised his bat-like head up in a roar. Both his
wings taunt as they pointed straight into the forest canopy above.

Savannah didn’t know what to think. She was young and a
virgin. She knew about sex and was of a starting age to begin exploring it.
Porn wasn’t hard to get a hold of in the digital age of the internet.
Nevertheless, nothing compared to the imposing nature of this towering statue
or the location she found it. To think, this was within walking distance of her
new home. Savannah
had no idea what she was going to do with that knowledge. Was she to tell her
parents? Her sister? Was she to keep it secret and either never come here
again, pretending it wasn’t here? Or maybe…?

Savannah
reached out and touched the skin of the naked woman. She was composed of a
different stone than that of the gargoyle. Although a being of stone, her
rendered skin was silkier and smoother than the gritty scales of her beast. Her
details incredibly intricate, the mason who carved her knew his anatomy. Though
she was hard as the rock she was carved from, every muscle and curve of her
body looked as if it should jiggle after Savannah
touched them…