Living Statue Girlfriend Hedylogos 2 (complete)

    Violets have started taking over the land surrounding your house as well as your garden. They’ve turned the front yard blue with their overabundance, and they’ve begun to encroach into the neighboring yards.

    Not that you’re complaining, you actually like the sight of so many little blossoms. It reminds you of who is responsible for their appearance and how much you adore her.

    You found her in the forest, abandoned and left alone. Hedylogos looked like a statue, but she was much more than that. She was beautiful and regal, and her kiss was unlike anything you’ve experienced before.

    Hedylogos considered herself a romancer of women. She said her greatest pleasure in life, was making women smile and seeing the beauty inside them. Perhaps that was why her kisses were so good. But now, Hedylogos was stationed in your garden and firmly in your heart. She had wooed you and won you over, and now, you were both in love. 

    You lived with your grandmother, but for the time being, she was staying with friends in Florida. It was great for you, you were able to spend much more time with Hedylogos without having to explain to your grandmother why you were in the garden so much.

    One morning, you woke up, feeling smooth, cold stone pressed to your skin. You stirred, and Hedylogos pulls you right into her arms.

    “Good morning,” her lips brush against the nape of your neck. “I hope you don’t mind. I thought you would enjoy waking up this way.”

    You giggle and pressing your back to her chest. “You’re cold.”

    Hedylogos’ soft moan directly in your ear makes you shiver. “You’re so very warm.”

    You turn your head, seeing a pleased smile on her lips. You roll over, and she kisses you. You never thought kissing marble would feel so good. But Hedylogos’ kisses make you melt and ache in the best possible ways.

    Hedylogos’ lips trail down your jaw and neck. “You said you were off today, correct?”

    “I am,” you moan softly as her fingers flutter at your belly.

    “Then stay in bed,” Hedylogos moans, “with me.”

    You swallow and nod. “Yes of-” you look up and see someone standing at the foot of the bed. You scream and scramble, kicking at blankets and nearly falling off the bed if it wasn’t for Hedylogos’ intervening hand. She sets you back right on the bed and then stands up, turning to the strange looking intruder.

    He’s tall and covered in dark moss and vines. He has one wing, but the other has fallen off. The way he looks, sad and abandoned, reminds you of how you found Hedylogos before. You feel bad for screaming at him.

    “Pothos?” Hedylogos whispers as she steps towards him.

    The statue is silent, and it makes you wonder how such big, heavy stonework came into the room, let alone the house, so quiet without you or Hedylogos noticing him at all.

“My dear brother!” Hedylogos rushes to him and wraps him up in a tight embrace. “I have not seen you ages! Look at you-” she hesitates as he scowls at her. “It’s a look, dear brother.”

    Pothos shoves her away. “Do not try to butter me up with your sweet talk, sister,” he growls. “I am trying to do what I dear big brother won’t.”

    Hedylogos sighs and clicks her tongue. “You can’t expect Eros to always take care of us,” she says, shaking her head. “It isn’t fair to him. You’ve always placed that mantle of responsibility on him.”

    Pothos just glares at her.

    “This job suits you much better, to be honest. Although,” she reaches out, brushing away moss but violets bloom in their place. 

    Pothos scoffs and turns, casting his sour glance your way. “Seems you’ve found one too,” he grumbles.

    “Too?” Hedylogos smiles and wink in your direction. “Eros has found someone I take it, or else you wouldn’t have said that so bitterly.”

    Pothos snarls. “More than that. Could you not sense it?”

    Hedylogos’ eyes narrow. “What are you talking about?” She asks, her sweet tone gone for a moment. “Pothos, did something happen?”

    “You’re an aunt, Hedy,” Pothos sneers. “Eros went and made a child. Part of while I want to figure out where all of us are.”

    Hedylogos bounces and claps her hands together. “Oh, he had a baby! I do so hope it is a girl.”

    “Of course you do!” Pothos barks angrily. “We aren’t supposed to able to have children! Or do you not remember what our father did to us?”

    Hedylogos scowls and snaps her hands to her waist. “I will call Pan my father when he shows himself capable of being one. Which to be honest, given all our half siblings that are out there, it will never be. I suggest you do that same.”

    Pothos sneers. “That’s not the point, dear sister!”

    “I know,” she sighs. “The point is I need to visit my new niece eventually. I’ll have to bring her a gift,” she says thoughtfully.

    “We aren’t supposed to be able to have children!” Pothos snaps. “Something has changed in us, dear sister. Something isn’t right.”

    “Perhaps Pan is dead,” Hedylogos says without a hint of care in her voice. “Maybe we’re all free from him for good. And if he is I want to know where he is buried so I can find dogs to shit on it.”

    Pothos sighs. “I’m warning you, my dear sister,” he growls then turns and points at you. “And you as well, young lady. Do not tempt fate. Do not try what our brother has. Who knows what this child could mean.”

    “Miracles aren’t always supposed to be understood at the moment, darling Pothos,” Hedylogos replies and takes her brother’s hand. “That is what Mother always taught us.”

    Pothos squeezes her hand. “You look too much like her. You and Eros always did.”

    Hedylogos grins and touches his cheek. “You are handsome too, my brother. You’ll find someone who sees it one day.” She then laughs and turns to look at you. “You have ruined my morning.” She turns back to her brother. “I had special plans you know. Is there any other time we could chat, dear Pothos?”

    Pothos looks back at you, and you want to crawl into the deepest darkest pits of the world. How could someone like that be related to your Hedylogos?

    “I don’t need to chat,” Pothos replies. “Just making sure you’re in one piece, sister.” He turns to head out the door. “I didn’t intend to stay at all. We have other siblings that need tending to.” He walks away, slamming the door behind him.

    Hedylogos sighs. “I apologize for him,” she sits down on the edge of the bed. “Are you alright?” She asks.

    “He scared me,” you whisper. “My heart is still pounding.” You clutch your hand over your chest. You’re still unnerved, and you’re on edge from the intrusion.

    Hedylogos places her hand under yours, feeling your pulse as well as your breast. “Poor thing. It’s as if your heart has become a hummingbird.” A sweet smile spreads across her lips. “I wanted to be the one to make it do that today.” She kisses your cheek and your nearly melt.

    “I didn’t know you had siblings,” you murmur. “I mean, I just assumed you were some sort of magical statue. I didn’t think-” you clam up, afraid you’re rambling and could say the wrong thing.

    Hedylogos chuckles and kisses the tip of your nose. “In a way, I am a magical statue. But more than that, my siblings and I could be considered demigods. But I prefer to think of us as the guardians of love in all its forms. That was what our mother wanted from us anyways.”

    “Pothos came because of our big brother, Eros,” Hedylogos says as she plays with your hair. “He awoke some time ago, so that means all of our siblings are now starting to stir.” She sighs and combs her fingers through your hair. “Pothos has a tendency to worry. His skill is in loving what isn’t there,” she smiles at you. “So, he traveling about making sure all our little brothers and sisters are quite alright.”

    “Oh,” you whisper. “That’s much nicer than the way he was coming off.”

    “He’s a bit brisk, but he’s very compassionate. He always worried about us when we were out in the world. But that’s his love.” Hedylogos kisses you, her hand moving under your shirt and cupping your breast. She moans softly against your lips. “Am I that cold?” She whispers.

    You swallow as your lashes flutter. Her hand on your breast squeezes and kneads gently. “What do you mean?” Your voice cracks as you talk.

    She smirks and kisses your neck. “Your nipples are so hard.” Her fingertips move to the opposite breasts, and she chuckles. “I was just wondering if they were hard because I was cold, or perhaps-” her voice trails.

    “Perhaps?” You whisper.

    Hedylogos presses her lips to your ear. “Or perhaps they are hard because you want me?” She pulls back and smiles at you. “Maybe I am just being hopeful.”

    You swallow, your throat tight and your heart is pounding wildly. “That wouldn’t be a wrong assumption,” you try to keep your voice from cracking, but it doesn’t work.

    Hedylogos smirks, pulling up your shirt, so you’re bare before her. She dips down, pressing her lips to your breast. You gasp and close your eyes tight.

    Hedylogos giggles. “It’s funny, I can’t remember any pair of breasts before quite like this.” She sits back up. “But perhaps that’s just because I love you.”

    Your lip trembles and she tilts her head. “Is something wrong?”

    “I love you too,” you gasp.

    She beams and pulls you close, kissing you tenderly as she lays you down into the bed. “Do I not say it enough?” Her fingers trail down your body and slip between your thighs. “Should I start saying what I love?” She moans into your ear.

    You gasp and wriggle as her fingers touch your folds, finding you sopping wet from all her kissing and touching that morning.

    “Oh god,” you moan.

    Hedylogos sighs into your ear. “I’ll be your god,” she groans seductively as her fingers sink inside you. “This heat will make me melt,” she purrs. “Mmm, such a molten core.”

    You whimper and stretch your neck. Her fingers are solid and hard, easily stretching you as she eases another inside. She moans into your ear, breathing hard as she stirs you up.

    “Mm,” you mewl.

    Hedylogos giggles and kisses your cheek. “You can cum whenever you want to,” she coos. “I want to feel it.”

    You twitch and squeeze around her. You can’t exactly reply, her touch feels too good and has stolen your voice. 

    Hedylogos giggles and kisses you. “So sweet,” she whispers. “I love you so much,” she pants. “Every inch.”

    You grunt, and your legs twitch and turn into a kick. Your back arches off the bed, and you let out a low cry.

    Hedylogos giggles, still moving her fingers inside you and coaxing from you little aftershocks that make you twitch and shiver.

    She slowly removes her fingers and licks her fingertips. “Did you enjoy that?”

    You nod, gulping down a breath. “Yeah,” you whisper.

    Hedylogos kisses your cheek. “I’ll go start you a hot bath,” she says and gets up.

    You sigh as you sit up in bed, stretching out and letting your back pop. “Mm,” you grunt. You flop back against the bed, melting into it as you hear the water in the bathroom turn on.

    “You ready?” Hedylogos walks in, and she strokes her fingers down your center. She smirks down at you. “You look comfy.”

    “Who knew stone could feel so good,” you chuckle.

    Hedylogos sits down beside you as she laughs. “Just you wait, there is so much more I can do with stone.” She pets your hair from your face and cups your cheek. “I do so love that rosy glow that cheeks get.”

    You kiss her fingertips as they brush against your lips. You sit up, kissing her and then slipping off the bed. Your legs feel a bit like jelly, but you’re able to make it to the bathtub that Hedylogos has set up for you.

    You sink into the hot water, smelling the bath salts she and tosses in. You sigh and lean back.

    “Need anything else?” Hedylogos asks with a big smile on her face. 

    “Not for now,” you chuckle. “This is just very nice.”

    Hedylogos sits at the edge of the tub, stirring the water around.

    You touch her thigh, stroking up it. “What about you?” You ask her. “Don’t you want to be touched?”

    Hedylogos stops your hand. “I am not like my brothers,” she says. “I do not hold the same urges they do.” She gives you a soft smile. “My pleasure comes from being able to please my partner.”

    You lay your cheek on her knee. “Even if your partner wants to please you.”

    Hedylogos smiles. “Do you want to?” She asks.

    “Only if you would want me to,” you say, kissing her leg.

    “My darling,” she purrs. “It touches me that you worry so much for me. But you don’t have to. I am most happy when my fingers are inside you, doing their little dance, so you do your little dance.” She grins and wiggles her fingers.

    You giggle, sitting up so you can kiss her. “You will let me know when I can repay that kindness.”

    She kisses the tip of your nose. “Fair enough.”

    You’re both silent for a while, and then you get the courage to speak again and ask the question that’s been on your mind since Pothos came.

    “He said your brother had a baby, yet...you’re not supposed to?” You ask.

    Hedylogos turns and looks at you. “We’re stone. We’re not supposed to give anything,” she murmurs. “That was what Pan intended anyway.” She sighs. “Are you done with your bath? I’ll explain everything out in the garden.”

    “Oh, of course.” You get out of the tub as Hedylogos goes outside. You get dressed and tie back your hair, finding Hedylogos sitting on the ground as violets bloom all around her, nearly growing into a hill.

    You sit down beside her, and she starts to place the violets in your hair.

    “Our mother was beautiful and gentle, and she so much loved the people around her she wanted the rest of the world to understand that. She wanted children who would spread it and help the world see all the forms of love that are out there.” She then sighs and takes hold of your hand.

    “The man who helped her do that,” she says through gritted teeth, “tricked her. He told her that their children would be strong and could withstand anything thrown at them. His words were his lie and his truth. My siblings and I were born stone. Cold. Unfeeling. And it nearly broke Mother completely. As stone, how were we supposed to understand love, let alone give it? Rocks don’t give anything after all.” 

    A soft smile then spreads across Hedylogos’s face. “Thankfully, Mother had the biggest heart in the world. No matter what anyone says, Mother was more than a romantic. She was kind and compassionate. Love meant more to her than anything. She stayed with us and learned that we had hearts, no matter what Pan had planned. She tended to us like a garden, making sure our hearts grew.” She kisses you. “We may not be what she had planned, but Mother always said we were what she needed.”

    “I’m certainly very grateful,” you say as you lace your fingers with hers. “It’s a strange tale, for certain, but I am blessed because of it.”

    Hedylogos leans against you, placing her head on your shoulder. “My heart feels so full with you. It makes me understand why Eros tried what he did.”

    “The baby?” You ask.

    Hedylogos nods. “I really get what he wanted.” She smiles at you. “But for me, I want to just share with you for a while.”

    Your cheeks burn a bit, and you lean in, kissing her deeply as her hands wrap around your waist.

    “Should I take you back inside?” Hedylogos purrs. “Perhaps to continue our dancing?”

    You bite your cheek and duck your head.

    “Now, now, now,” she laughs. “Don’t try and hide from me!” She lifts your chin and kisses you. “Tell me, with our own words, what you want.”

    You swallow and brush your fingers against her lips. “Can we...can we try this?”

    Hedylogos smirks and nods. “Of course.” She stands up, holding your hand. “Then let’s go,” she says. “And try it out.”