Lava Girl Thing

"L-Listen, I was only trying to spread the holy word of Illy-"

"Silence, human. We care not for your false gods. If you wish to stay chaste, you shall be offered to Cindercone."

"So be it. I will remain faithful to the end!"

And so, Wilstrom Guinness, acolyte of a strange cult, was cast into Cindercone by the Amazons. Enveloped by soot and smoke, his senses faded away.

When he came to, he was surrounded by pitch darkness, and sweltering heat. He wondered if, for some reason, he was in hell. Calling out to the dark, he prayed for an answer.

“Hello, is anyone there?”

The ground before him began to glow bright orange, and from it sprung forth a demon of molten rock and metal. It took on a voluptuous feminine form that tempted his deepest desires. Grinning from ear to ear, the creature spoke.

“Greetings.”

Frightened, the poor Acolyte scrambled up to his feet, and realized that his robes were missing when his privates told him of the warm draft between his legs. “F-for what reason do I deserve such a-a.... a hellish nightmare?! I've remained faithful, I've followed your virtues as you commanded, I died a martyr! O sweet Illias, what have I done to deserve this wretched afterlife?”

“Afterlife? You are still alive, human. I saved you.”

Wilstrom shot a quick glance at the beast, and quickly turned his head to the sky. “Am I being tested? Why have you denied me the peace of death, Sacred One?”

The glowing monster cocked her head sideways. “Who are you talking to?”

Wilstrom fell to his knees. “A horrible, horrible old friend of mine.” Remembering his current situation, he hopped back on his feet. “F-foul beast! How dare you make me question my faith!”
“But-”

“Silence, disgusting creature! Prepare to face the holy wrath of the Goddess Illias!” He charged toward the beast, bare hands ready to brawl. Sadly, his first two punches were caught in her thick, jelly-like body. Unable to move, he begged for mercy. “Unhand me at once, this isn't fair!”

The golem giggled. “I have something else in mind.” She rose, meeting him at eye-level, and leaned forward. Their lips met in a warm, squishy union. Suddenly, Wilstrom's body flared with intense heat. His blood began to boil, His head stirred, and his heart was racing. From his groin sprung forth a swollen, painful erection that prodded her soft, warm belly. Dark thoughts emerged from the recesses of his psyche; powerful, strange, forbidden desires. He gave no resistance as the mass of molten rock forced him to the ground.

“It has been a long while since my last meal. I'm going to enjoy every last drop of your essence.” Straddling his groin, she aligned the tip of his cock with her entrance. Slowly, she pushed him inside, enveloping him in a furnace of pleasure. “It feels amazing, doesn't it? You're already about to burst, aren't you?”

“D-disgusting creature...” He murmured, struggling to contain himself. A tiny ember of his once raging fire still remained for the goddess who had abandoned him. “I will not... be toyed with.” He gritted his teeth, struggling to maintain his composure as she drew him deeper and deeper inside.

“You are no toy to me.” A sadistic grin waxed across her face. “Once I have enslaved you with my body, I will make you my husband. You'll never escape!”

With that, the golem began to rock her hips. Tides of magma tugged at his manhood, swirling around the tip and sending waves of burning, passionate pleasure down his shaft. The heat within Wilstrom grew more and more intense, and he found himself on the edge of climax. Unable to escape, and constantly tormented by the ebb and flow of her deepest parts, he erupts inside of her. She moans happily, milking the remainder of his defeat from him. “See? Didn't that feel amazing? You want to give me more, right? I'm still hungry, after all.”

With another kiss, she reinvigorates his stamina. His cock, still sensitive from  orgasm, and burning with white-hot temptation, obeys her command, immediately becoming painfully stiff once again, all for the pleasure of its new master.
Horrified by this betrayal of will, he flailed about, desperate to separate himself from the creature who had humiliated him. His efforts were quickly put to an end, as the golem hardened the softer magma within her body, sealing him in a prison of her burning love.

“Oi,” She raised her voice, “I said that you wouldn't escape, didn't I? I meant it. We're going to be together forever. Understand?”