ma**** Posted October 22 Posted October 22 This concludes the two part story, The Marble Bust. If you don't see part one, it's still in moderation. Enjoy! ----- Every night, Theo returned to check on the statue, which he soon learned was tied to the legend of the petrified beauty Callista. She had not moved from her slumber, and were it not for over 2000 years of archaeological evidence of what Callista had looked like, he might have thought he instead had found a different statue entirely. Finally, after months of relentless study, Theo knew what he had to do. Returning to the dark corner of the basement where Callista lay, he moved the boxes and blanket that had concealed her for so long. The room was still and heavy with anticipation as he approached her marble form, now resting in a position of serene slumber, a far cry from the provocative pose that had first captured the attention of so many. He climbed atop the table, gently straddling her, his hands trembling slightly as he placed them over her chest. Beneath the cool surface of the marble, he could feel it—a faint heartbeat. It was almost imperceptible, but it was there. She was alive beneath the marble shell, waiting for release. Leaning down, his lips just inches from her ear, Theo whispered the words he had spent months writing, then translating, then practicing, words spoken not just in the ancient language of her people, but in the language of his heart. "Callista, I see the woman beyond the beauty that has held so many in awe. For centuries, you have laid there, frozen in time, while the world moved on around you. But I am not here to worship or *** you. I am here to call you back to life. Let your heart stir once more, that the stone which binds you may shatter. Come to me, so that you might know freedom once more." The words echoed softly in the quiet room, and for a moment, nothing happened. But then, as if called forth by the weight of those words, Callista stirred. Her eyelids fluttered, and a soft gasp escaped her lips as life began to return to her form. The material that had encased her for millennia started to soften, her marble skin warming beneath Theo’s touch. With a sound of stone grinding on stone, Callista looked up into Theo’s eyes. Then, without warning, the marble of the eyes returned to color and life, pools of polished sapphires that burned the souls of lesser men. While Theo did not buckle under that gaze, he did feel raw lust from her beauty. As he grew to full hardness, Theo’s skin began to dim in color, growing pale as marble while he beheld the naked beauty he was astride, her skin growing alive and warm and soft, while his flesh grew hard as carved marble. At that moment, Theo no longer cared. He slid his hands through Callista’s hair, and kissed her hard and passionately. Soon their tongues met, her hands moving to tear off his shirt and his pants. Standing atop her for a moment to remove his boots, he soon moaned in ecstasy as she enveloped his rock-hard shaft with her hungry mouth. Her passionate sucking pulled with it the curse, and her perfect form began to re-petrify, while Theo felt warmth and life return to him instead. He growled, put a hand around her throat, and began to squeeze while she looked up into his eyes, his throbbing fullness in her mouth. They did not share a language, but she understood him, and he understood her. Arms and legs entangling, the two shifted from the table to the dusty floor of the basement, stone and flesh shifting back and forth between the two bodies as Theo and Callista fucked with a desperate passion that would not be sated. She saw in his marbling eyes a burning steel will to rival her own. His wild need to fulfill every man’s longing for this woman across millenia would not be denied, and Callista screamed with passion as Theo set her once more over the edge. In that moment, the curse moved fully to Theo, and Callista found a Marble statue of Theo impaling her entirely human body. Cursing herself for losing control, she got down on her knees and began to desperately suck on his marble shaft, which was still coated in her wetness, while her hands teasing the rocks underneath. Within moments, life began to return to Theo, as Callista pulled every ounce of the curse into herself through Theo’s throbbing cock. But Theo would not be denied. He had taken the curse from her to free Callista, and now her mouth was his for the taking. As she sucked, he grabbed a fistful of half-marbled hair, and began to fuck her throat hard enough the back of her marble head cracked the wooden crate behind. Back and forth the curse moved, as each tried to dominate the other, Callista’s mouth against Theo’s thrusts, her will against his. Soon it no longer mattered, as Theo bucked hard, cumming fully in Callista’s mouth, cum dribbling down her tits as she tried to swallow the whole load, Theo’s hand holding her head firmly in place, cock down her throat. As he spasmed his last, Theo looked down to find a Marble statue frozen around his cock. He sighed, pulling out of her, then wiping his cum off her tits with the torn remains of his shirt. “I know you probably can’t understand my words,” Theo said softly to the statue in English. “But I want to free you from this curse, Callista. You just have to let me.” He wrapped his arms around her frozen form, holding her in a tight embrace. Though still encased, with cum slowly sliding down her marble throat, Callista heard him. She had seen the sadness in his eyes, the soft smile on his lips. He had had his way with her, yet here he was, speaking to her, stroking her thigh, cleaning cum off her tits, holding her as if to comfort her. He… actually cared. The realization hit her like a bolt of lightning. This wasn’t a fight she needed to win. It wasn’t about dominating the curse, or this man. It was about trust. For centuries, she had believed that strength came from being untouchable, from standing alone. But this man wasn't trying to control her—he was trying to free her. And perhaps, for the first time in her life, Callista realized she didn’t have to fight anymore. She didn’t have to carry the burden alone. She could submit to this man. Not out of defeat, but out of choice. So, she let go. She let go of the impenetrable armor she had built around her heart. She released the need to use her beauty and allure to control men. She relinquished her grip on the curse—because, as absurd as it seemed, she had felt safer holding onto it, ***ing he might use it to control her, to *** it back upon her once he was finished using her. But instead of resisting, she welcomed the curse. She welcomed the vulnerability of being naked, frozen in marble, coated in his cum, and held in his tender embrace. And with a loud crack, the marble began to break. Theo watched in awe as the stone shattered and crumbled, the pieces turning to dust or falling to the floor around the woman in his arms. Within moments, the last remnants of the curse unraveled. The fair maiden, now covered in nothing but a faint layer of marble dust, smiled at Theo before returning his warm embrace. The End ------ It took a lot of drafts to get an ending I was happy with. This story was about the interplay of dominance and submission, and I though this curse made a perfect way to tell such a story. Plus, it's not every day try get to say "rock-hard cock" as a pun. Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed reading my story as much as I did writing it. Please like and comment below if you did, I welcome the encouragement, you all make me want to write more. 😘
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