He surged forward even harder, finding just the barest breath of more depth and I exploded. He shouted into my back as he came, and my shivering aftershocks pulsed around him for long moments, clasping him hard as he softened inside me until at last he slithered free of my tight heat. He stepped back, granting the audience a clear view of my open hole trying vainly to regain its tightness, quivering and leaking his cum down my already messy thigh. He massaged my ass checks, then licked a long line up over my asshole, cleansing me.
He gathered me into his arms and stepped around the statue into the shadows, through a hidden door that closed soundlessly behind us. With my last glimpse of the goddess’ face, I realized she was now smiling benevolently down on us all.
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INTEREĀ NIVEUM MĪRĀ FĒLĪCITER ARTE
SCULPSIT EBUR FŌRMAMQUE DEDIT, QUĀ FĒMINA NĀSCĪ
NŪLLA POTEST, OPERISQUE SUĪ CONCĒPIT AMŌREM.
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BUT MEANWHILE
HE MADE, WITH MARVELOUS ART, AN IVORY STATUE,
AS WHITE AS SNOW, AND GAVE IT GREATER BEAUTY
THAN ANY GIRL COULD HAVE, AND FELL IN LOVE
WITH HIS OWN WORKMANSHIP.
-Ovid, The Metamorphosis, Book I0, Pygmalion and the Statue
If you enjoyed my story, please let me know. If you didn’t, I’d love to know how I can improve. If enough people liked it I’ll post more Hedony stories. I have a few more ideas for these two. And if you ever get the chance to experience Sleep No More in NYC, or anything else by Punchdrunk, do it. It’s the closest you’ll come to the Cirque.