Futanari Statue Novels & Stories

There were no chairs around, just artistic tapestries that hung on each of the four large windows and a statue that stood in the center of the room. The statue was carved into a beautiful naked woman made from an otherworldly blue stone. She appeared to be in a dancing stance, her outstretched arms cradling a large radiant sphere. At her feet was another statue of a man and a wolf crouched in glorification, their heads bowed. An elevated stone marked with intricate patterns stood in front, and above it, a wide space in the roof allowed sunlight to fall directly on the stone. “That’s the altar.” Wilona’s voice rang out from behind me. I didn't even know when I had gotten to the altar. I found

Journey Doney clenched his long saber and strode out into the two bronze doors. ...... In the palace above Black Soul City, green candles were quietly burning. In the empty hall, in addition to the thick coffin and the two mysterious zombies, there was another thing. It was a statue about the height of a floor. The statue carved the image of a burly middle-aged emperor. Although it was only a statue, its majestic aura of looking down on the world, destroying mountains and rivers, and commanding the universe, which made people want to kneel on the ground and worship it.

At the center of the crumbling sanctuary stood a towering statue — a nightmarish yet strangely beautiful god with a humanoid torso and a lower body that dissolved into a mass of thick, coiling tentacles. Evelyn’s breath caught as she stepped closer. The statue was carved from dark, almost black stone that seemed to drink in the fading sunlight. The god’s face was serene and androgynous, with full lips and closed eyes. But it was the tentacles that held her gaze, dozens of them, thick and ridged, some curled lazily, others reaching outward as if frozen mid-motion. Between the statue’s thighs, a large, smooth opening marked what could only be its groin, surrounded by smaller, more delicate ten