A Bride of Stone

My king commands me and so I abide.

“I must have a queen,” he tells me, “But I have scoured the kingdom and no earthly woman has the purity of heart or grace of soul to be worthy. You must make me a bride.”

I am the greatest sorcerer and craftsman in the kingdom and I tell him I can do this thing. So I work.

I spend a year travelling throughout the kingdom, stopping in every city, town and village. I spread my search further, through neighbouring kingdoms until I have travelled to the corners of the earth and back. I visit every quarry I can find in every land, inspecting the quality of their stone. From these I select the hundred best and have them send the finest, purest block of marble to my workshop. It takes years for all the blocks to arrive, but my king is patient and his wealth and power limitless. I examine each of the hundred blocks, putting aside any with the slightest impurity or imperfection. Eventually, from the hundred blocks I find one which is perfect, unblemished in any way, the whitest, smoothest marble in the world, and with this block I begin my task.

I chip and chisel, working a perfection of beauty from the clear, white stone. She takes shape under my hands, slowly, day by day, each chip and flake revealing more of her. I tease from the cold stone the shape of her feet, her delicate toes, her perfect arches. Her ankles, the lithe curve of her calves form beneath my hands. My tools trace their way up her luxurious shape to create the contours of her thighs, the sweet curve of her buttocks. Her back is molded, smooth and supple; along with the graceful pose of her arms, her elegant fingers. I chip away more stone to fashion her shoulders, the delicate, enticing line of her neck.

I am enchanted by the body which is forming beneath my hands.

I continue to work, devoted to my task, as I carve each line and curling strand of hair on her head. With great care I chip away the stone to reveal her brow, her eyes, the fragile eye lashes. Her eyes are closed and I can’t help but wonder what color they will be when I breathe life into them. I trace the elegant line of her cheeks, her dainty nose. With my tools I fashion her full, voluptous lips, slightly parted, expectant. I wonder what words they will utter and the supple taste of them. She is an astonishing beauty, revealing herself slowly before my eyes.

From the stone I coax her full breasts, large and firm, her nipples erect, enticing me like jewels. In a moment of rash passion, I caress her breasts, tease her nipples with my tongue, hoping to taste the soft flesh, but they are still merely stone. I carve away more rock to create her slender waist, her belly, her hips. I stroke my hands down her hard form, desperate to feel her soft, quivering, beneath me. A bulge begins to form in my trousers and my breath quickens as I imagine bending her supple form before me. I kneel before her in supplication as I carefully shape the folds of her sex. This part I savor the most, longing for the tart taste of her, imagining her lips parting at the touch of my questing tongue.

She stands finished before me, a radiant figure, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, carved in cold stone. I weep with joy at the sight of her convinced I may never see another woman as beautiful anywhere in the world. My heart swells with love for her as my body swells with lust.

My king is pleased with my work and a bitter distate for the man awakens within me.

I begin the ritual which will bring life and warmth to my new love’s body, to fill the cold stone statue with a soul. I kneel in the gloom of my workshop, lit by the soft glow of candles, meditating and chanting for days on end. Drawing a soul from the ether takes time and all the subtlety of the sorcerer’s art. In the end the ritual is complete. I look up at the statue, standing cool and aloof above me. It does not move; no breath sighs from it.

Standing, I pace around her, admiring my craftsmanship: the seductive curve of her ass, the ripe fullness of her breasts, the inviting mound between her thighs, the delectable lines of her cheeks. The light from the candles flicker over her face, the line of her neck, her hair. She is an exquisite beauty and I cannot take my gaze from her. I look at her eyes, still closed, and the inviting smile of her mouth. Her lips are slightly parted in anticipation. I lean down and kiss her softly on the mouth, feeling the chill stone hard against my lips. As we kiss I imagine her mouth opening, her lips parting, inviting my tongue. I feel a hand on the back of my head, cold and hard, as her lips soften against mine. Her mouth opens and our tongues meet, sending a shiver through me.

In shock I pull away from her as her eyes flutter open and gaze up at me. They’re green. Her eyes are green.

She pulls me close, one arm wrapping around my waist, the other still on the back of my head. We kiss again, long and hard. She is warmer this time, her skin more supple. I wrap my arms around her, running my hands from her shoulders down to the small of her back, feeling the supple flesh. After years of work she is alive!

She moves her head, nuzzling my ear, before trailing her tongue down my neck. It’s soft and warm, so different from the petrified thing she was moments before. My body tingles as she laps at my neck and my trousers tighten as my erection grows. She stands back, her hands on my shoulders, looking up at me with a smile.

“Your desire summoned me,” she whispers, her voice low and sensual, her eyes filled with lust.

She rips my shirt open with a quick, powerful motion and drags it over my shoulders and down my arms and lets it drop to the floor. She lowers her head to my chest, planting small kisses down my well defined muscles and circling her tongue around my nipple. I moan as the sensation washes over me, my nipple becoming erect in her mouth. I clutch her around the waist holding her close to me, feeling my member now throbbing and straining through my trousers against her belly. I look down at her dark red hair, the waves of it cascading down to her shoulders, exactly as I imagined it would when I carved it.

Her hands stroke the back of my arms and fall to my waist, her fingers sliding into the top of my trousers. She moves her hand to find my cock, her cool fingers wrap around the shaft as it twitches in response to her. She rubs the tip gently with her thumb, smearing my pre-cum over the head. She strokes it, teasing it to greater firmness. I moan as her tongue traces a pattern down my firm stomach as she kneels on the ground in front of me. She looks up at me, her green eyes ablaze from the candles. She unlaces my trousers, tugging them down over my ass and taking my erection in her mouth as it’s released from the material. I gasp as she swallows me, her lips parting over the head of my cock, sliding further down my shaft. Her lips and tongue are magical as she works my cock back and forth in her mouth, teasing it slowly, her tongue swirling around the head, the tip. I groan and throw my head back in joy as her hand cups my balls, massaging them with her fingers.

She releases my cock from her mouth and I gasp, feeling lost without the warmth of her mouth around me, aching for the feel of her tongue. She pulls me towards her and I stumble to my knees. She pushes me backwards on to the floor and I lay there waiting for her, surrounded by the flickering light of the candles, hungry for her ministrations. She runs her tongue up the inside of my thigh towards my groin, taking my balls in her mouth as she reaches them. She sucks on them, pulling each plum into her mouth gently, lapping at them with her tongue. I feel them tighten insid her mouth and I shiver. She licks my shaft, dragging her tongue slowly from the base to the tip, her eyes, mischievous, locked on mine. My heart races and a warm glow spreads from my groin, through my thighs. I tremble as she takes my cock into her mouth again. It twitches and pulses as she eases it between her lips, her head rocking back and forth over it, building up the speed as I cry out, my whole body writhing as she slowly coaxes an orgasm out of me, much as I coaxed her form from the stone, her soul from the void. I grab her head with both hands, my fingers entwined in the thick curls of her hair. I hold her head still as my hips buck uncontrollably, forcing my cock in and out of her mouth. She moans as I thrust into her mouth, my cock rubbing against the back of her throat. With delirious release I crest the waves of orgasm flooding through me as my seed floods into her mouth, pumping over and over. I hold her head still as she swallows it all greedily, not letting the barest drop escape her lips.

I let go of her head, my arms falling to my sides as I convulse on the floor. She continues to lick the head of my manhood, one hand cupping my balls, the other tight on my shaft. The ecstasy teased out by her tongue and hands is too much, the pleasure alomst unbearable.

“No more,” I whisper, close to fainting.

She releases my over-sensitive cock from her grasp and climbs over me, tracing her tongue up my body as she moves. She teases a nipple between her teeth and I moan, still flushed from my orgasm. She continues to crawl over my body to kneel over my head. I look up at her inviting mound, her belly and full breasts displayed beyond. I gaze up at the glorious folds of her sex exactly as I carved them. I smell her, the aroma awakening my desire for her once more. She lowers herself onto my mouth, our lips touching, my tongue lapping over her, eager to taste her. I grab her hips and hold her close to me, parting her lips with my questing tongue, forcing it inside her. I taste her, sharp and spicy. She grinds her hips against me as my tongue seeks out her clitoris. I lap at the delicate bud as she begins to moan, swirling my tongue over it. I feast on her, drinking her juices as her moans become louder, more frequent. She grinds faster against me and it’s all I can do to keep up with her pace. She groans in time with my tongue, a rhythmic panting, guttural, lost in herself. My tongue aches as I feel her tremble against me, her body shaking as she cries out, unable to contain her ecstasy. She stiffens, stops moving against me and screams, raw and rough, as I lap at her, her juices flooding my tongue. I drink my fill of her until she can take no more.

She sits back on my chest, her eyes dazed as her ragged breathing slowly returns to normal. I wipe her essence from my chin, licking the sweet nectar from my fingers as she recovers from her bliss. She moves back down my body to my groin, teasing my cock with her hand. She stares into my eyes, her green eyes showing desire and greed for me, her face filled with lust. My cock springs to attention, answering her need with a sudden, pulsing erection. My arousal is almost painfully quick, my desire for her so strong. Seeing my readiness she mounts me, slowly easing my cock into her dripping pussy. She takes me all the way inside her and I gasp at her warmth and tightness, my hips thrusting to plunge my cock into her.

I run my hands up her thighs as she rides me, slowly, easily. There’s no urgency in our sex, we’ve already enjoyed each other’s bodies, the desperate need for release has gone. For now, anyway. I caress her ass, feeling the curve of her buttocks and slide my hands up her back as she fucks me gently. I pull her closer to me, her long red hair hanging over me, covering me, and her large breasts close enough to lick. I take a nipple into my mouth and swirl my tongue around it. She gasps at the sensation as I cup the other breast with my hand. It’s firm in my hand as I massage it, squeezing it gently, running my thumb over her nipple. She moans and increases her pace, my hips answering in time with hers.

Her cries of rapture come quicker as I speed up, my hips bucking, plunging my cock in and out of her. Faster now, I hold her hips in place to better fuck her on my terms as my orgasm builds. She moans louder as I feel the need for release building in me. My balls tighten and my cock begins to quiver inside her. I pull her down onto my engorged member and release her over and over in time with my thrusts. I begin to gasp as a flood of warmth fills me, through my legs, my belly, centering on my groin. She gasps and groans, her hands resting on my chest, her nails digging in to me. She throws her head back and lets out a long, gasping moan, her whole body shaking as I continue to pound my cock in and out of her. Her pussy spasms with her orgasm, clutching and releasing me as I thrust, her tart juices drowning my cock. She collapses on me, her head resting on my chest, her breath soft as she continues to gasp and moan. I continue to fuck her, her tightness drags me to oblivion as my cock erupts inside her. My seed floods into her, mingling with her essence as I slow my pace, before stopping completely. I relax, wrapping my arms around her as our blend of juices slides from her onto my groin.