Temple of the Four Winds; Incubus Incarnacula

Astounded to find the marbled tool strangely warm to the touch; and still in a seers trance unimpeded by conscious intent...Heloise brandished the temple relic with an attitude approaching extreme religious veneration.
She first determined to wash the article in a basin, freshly replenished by her nurses. Thus, all residue of earth, came away from the sculpture with careful ease, and the stone gleamed ; a new luminescence in her hands.
Now, with a somewhat restrained hysteria in her whole demeanour, she returned to her cot, cradling the thing in her bosom, as any child would covet a favourite toy. An inward glee took hold of her psyche, as she recalled with extreme delight, the pastoral interludes of the previous day. She began to fondle and kiss the treasured object, running her fingers up and down the smoothness of it's shaft. Noting, with awe...the finely wrought veins & incidental attributes that the artist had so convincingly rendered to inform any handler, (in no uncertain terms)...as to the form and function of this most crucially ubiquitous organ; a prime raison d'etre of all humanity.

Conjuring as she did this; the lovely visage and tumbling ringlets of her physical redeemer...his hot green eyes floated before her, imbuing her brain with a matchless warmth of spiritual awakening...she ran and rubbed the warm stone up and down her abdomen, clutching and pinching her reddening nipples as she did so... and thus, at last, approaching the furry tumulus of her own female sex, extreme longing gripped her once more;...that divine madness, as spoken of by the Thalian muse...blooming wildly as do green shoots in spring....Swept! our heroine away in delicious transports of sensual bliss.

She began to tease her labial entrance with the mitred addendum of this most singular tool...a searing heat!...singed through her convulsing fundament, causing a vapourous steam to encircle her nether regions;...and all at once! ...as if by supernatural agency...the rod was rent from her fingers and entered her with a sudden and impetuous fury!...A force! having the combined effect of her two eyes nearly starting from their sockets...and a sharp intake of breath...as if a gust of wind had assailed her in a clifftop tempest filling every spare region of her organism with a bracing tonic!
To her combined joy and amazement, the relic had all at once been returned to it's rightful owner, and the skilled coxswain, once more took charge of his craft....the marvellous Pan of her Epiphany...lay on top of her entire.... a living mass of youthful muscular energy- already in a lather of sweat and musky gleat....This delightful Incubus...with no other desire but to serve and to quench the extreme thirst of physical longing that had grown festering within her over decades of denial and ignorance...was now incarnate, fully formed, and actively engaged to her alone, in the private confines of her humble apartment.