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waited a long time for you to come to me. Now I claim you as mine. You and the child that has taken root in you from our joining.”
    Rayan pushed away from his body so she could see his eyes. She didn’t understand what he meant. Already the gold was going flat as stone once more. No, she didn’t want him to leave her!
    “You will stay where you are tonight, joined to me, so that we may experience this pleasure again all night long. You will return to ride my cock every night for three moons.” His voice echoed less in her head, as it faded away.
    “Why?” she whispered.
    But there was no reply. His hands were no longer on her shoulders, his arms no longer wrapping her in their warmth. His eyes were gray marble, yet triumphant. Had she imagined he’d come alive? It had seemed so real.
    But she felt the wetness inside her where he’d come. The real god had to have possessed the statue.
    “Do you need help down?” the priestess asked.
    Rayan frowned. “But he said I must stay.”
    “Vashon spoke to you?”
    “Didn’t you hear him?” Had she imagined it after all?
    “No, I only heard your screams as you gave yourself to him and as you came with the pleasure of the joining.” The priestess paused, then added in an awe-filled voice, “What did he say? Tell me everything.”
    Rayan repeated what Vashon had told her. Then she realized what else he’d said. “He said he has given me his child.” She looked down as though she expected her belly to be swollen with pregnancy.
    “Vashon be praised! We are saved. Fertility has returned to the world.”
    The priestess and the villagers wept. They hugged and kissed one another. They lit bonfires that made Vashon’s statue glow. Someone brought out a drum and they danced around the square to its beat while Rayan clung to the statue. Her body throbbed where Vashon had claimed her.
    The dancing grew frenzied. The villagers had stripped to their linen drawers or wore nothing at all. Some of the men sported erections like Vashon’s. The people’s faces were slack with lust. Heated eyes reflected the fire. Hands touched bare flesh, caressed, aroused. Rayan jerked when she felt a hand on her thigh, drawing her attention away from the bobbing breasts and cocks. She was breathing hard. The priestess stood beside her. A nearly naked middle-aged man finished lashing a pole to the ladder so it stood on its own. Both of them were perspiring and bright-eyed. The priestess hooked a pot of scented oil to a rung.
    “This will help you endure the night.”
    Rayan wanted Vashon to return so she could experience again the ecstasy they’d shared. She wanted to see the joy in his eyes and bring a smile to his lips. She wanted to anchor him in this world. With her. She pushed that last thought away. She was a vessel, an acolyte, lucky that the god had chosen her to sate his lust for the next three months.
    She knew how to draw him back to her.
    Raising herself by Vashon’s broad shoulders, she winced at the drag of his cock inside her. The head clung in her pussy. A short struggle to free herself stimulated her until she was gasping. When she saw possessive satisfaction on Vashon’s face, she gave up trying.
    Rayan dipped her hand in the pot of oil and coated the smooth marble. She lubricated her widespread lips. When she brushed her clit, her legs twitched and the ache inside her increased. She rubbed the spot again. Her need grew. She slid down on his cock to seat it where it belonged.
    She wriggled on his cock, seeking sensation and pleasure. She caressed her clit again, adding pressure. Oh, that felt good. If only Vashon could touch her there.
    With some reluctance she released the nubbin to pull herself up again, then lowered herself. She worked the cock in and out. Her pussy and clit both throbbed with her efforts. She stroked her clit several times until she needed to ride Vashon’s cock once more.
    She imagined his fierce joy at being joined, his abandon in the act of loving,