Living Statue Boyfriend Eros 3 (complete)

    The cold brush of stone at the back of your neck makes you look up from your book. You glance up at Eros as he kneels down, tilting his head for an expectant kiss.

    “What’re you doing?” You ask.

    Eros balks for a moment before easing back. “I wanted a kiss.”

    “I’m busy,” you say. “You know finals are coming up and it’s really important that I study.” You adjust your glasses and turn back to your book. “Give me a few more minutes, ok? I’m almost done here.”

    Eros frowns and shifts in place. You’ve both been a bit on edge lately. You, with finals and test upon test upon test, as well as a massive project. Eros, well, because he hasn’t been getting any lately. 

    His name is Eros after all, and he was made to imbue the act of physical love and adoration. And yes, he’s very good at it, but you’ve been too exhausted to indulge in your love’s expert talents enough. You had asked him to be patient, but even you were starting to feel the strain of it.

    When you finish up, you walk out of the bedroom and see that the apartment is empty. Usually. Eros will wait for you in the living room, but he isn’t there. He isn’t in the kitchen either. You look around, trying to find him until you go up to the roof.

    There, you find him posed on the edge of the roof, looking out over everything. You still sometimes get taken by how still he is. He almost looks like a lifeless creation sitting there. It isn’t until he turns his head slightly that the spell is broken.

    “You done?” He asks.

    “Yeah,” you step closer to him. “Why did you come up here?”

    Eros turns his head away again. “I just need some fresh air. That’s all,” he mutters.

    You sit down with him, trying to ignore the distance between you and the ground. “I’m sorry I snapped.”

    “No,” she shakes his head. “I know you’re stressed. It’s ok.” He glances to you and reaches out, touching your cheek and swiping his thumb under your eye. “You’re exhausted.”

    You take hold of his wrist and nuzzle into his palm. “I’ve only got a couple of weeks left, and then it’s finally over,” you sigh.

    Eros smiles softly. “I left because it worries me,” he says.

    You furrow your brow at him. “Worried?”

    “It gets so quiet when you study, and it reminds me of the maze,” he murmurs.

    You had found him a few years ago, back when your friends tricked you into going through an abandoned hedge maze behind a rotting mansion. You got lost, but you found Eros. He was in disrepair and falling apart, but somehow, by falling in love with him, it saved him.

    “Being alone there,” he whispers, “for so long, I hated the silence. And being back home while you study, it’s just so quiet again.”

    “You can turn on music,” you suggest, but you know it’s not the lack of sound that bothers him. It’s the loneliness. “What about Pothos?” You ask.

    “He won’t come back,” Eros grumbles. “Not until he’s found his purpose again.” He looks up at you, his expression is sad and hollow. “I’m sorry,” he huffs. “I don’t mean to make you feel guilty in any way.”

    You squeeze his solid hand. “It’s ok. You weren’t made to feel alone.”

    Eros looks down towards the ground, watching as a breeze blows through the trees. One of the lamps flickers, as it always does, then goes out, and comes back on. Eros sighs and a soft smile spreads across his face.

    “Can I make a confession?” He asks.

    “Of course,” you reply.

    “I’ve been thinking about life,” he says wistfully. “And how I want to create it.”

    You stare a bit. “Oh?” You feel our nerves start to rise.

    “I know this isn’t the confession you want to hear, not right now,” he shakes his head. “But I keep thinking, about how we could…” he then frowns. “I don’t know. I must sound silly even considering such a thing.”

    “No,” you reply. “I’m just-” you fidget in place. “It’s not that I haven’t put some thought on the topic either,” you confess. 

    Eros looks up with a bewildered expression. “You have? Is that true?” He grabs your hand with both of his. He squeezes tight in his excitement.

    You chuckle nervously. “It’s a thought I’m sure crosses everyone's minds,” you answer. “I know you have siblings, but I don’t know how you all came to exist. I didn’t know if you and I were able to do the same together.”

    Eros leans in, capturing your cheek and kissing you. “You have made me so happy,” he whispers.

    “I have?” You laugh.

    He presses his forehead to yours. “I didn’t want to be alone in my thinking,” he says. “I was hoping we would both have this inkling inside us.” He pulls back and cups your cheek in his cool palm.

    “My siblings and I were created by a woman you believed love, in all its forms, was deserved by every living creature on earth.” He combs his fingers through your hair and along your scalp. “She laid with our father,” he whispers, “and she bore us.”

    “So wait,” you gasp. “You’ve never told me this!”

    Eros shrugs. “You never asked.”

    “Who was your father?” You gasp. “Maybe he would-” Eros cups his hand over your mouth, pressing.

    “He’s not a thing one wishes to ask upon themselves,” Eros whispers. “Our father lied to our mother, promising her beautiful creations of love. When she gave birth to stones, it nearly broke her. How could anyone love stone? How could someone hold something so cold and hard and feel love?” He moves his hand away. “It took everything in her to not give up on us,” he says. “But our father has tricked and hurt many lovers to get what he wants. Our mother isn’t alone in that regard.”

    You take hold of his hand again. “But then, perhaps it is possible. If you and your siblings were born that way, perhaps it is possible for us as well.”

    Eros grins and leans close to you, his cold lips brush against your ear. “I have cum in your many times, my love,” his voice makes you shiver. “And still, nothing has happened except a good, messy time.” He kisses your cheek. “I do not think my seed can plant in your earth.”

    You swallow back a lump in your throat, feeling excited just from his voice right beside your ear. “Perhaps it’s the intent behind it?”

    Eros chuckles, smiling at you. “We haven’t tried that.” He kisses you again, and you lean into him. His wings wrap around you. “But perhaps we should wait until your schooling is complete.”

    You pout a little bit. “Fair enough,” you sigh.

    You go back downstairs with Eros and slip into the apartment. That evening, you have a dream. You’re back in the maze where you found Eros. Only, when you reach the center of the labyrinth where Eros stood, you see a woman.

    She’s sitting alone, and when you walk up, she smiles brightly. Her hair has the same curls that Eros’ does, and her eyes are bright grey. 

    “Who are you?” You ask.

    She smiles sweetly and runs her fingers through your hair. “Isn’t it obvious yet?” She chuckles. “You can call me Mother,” she kisses your forehead then leads you to where she was sitting. 

    “I’ve been watching over my children,” she says as you both sit down. “And I couldn’t help but hear you and Eros.”

    “Oh,” you gasp.

    She smiles and holds your hand. “Eros is the good in the evil his father represents,” she says. “The desire and sensuality that his father uses as a weapon, my Eros uses with kindness and comfort. You know,” she smiles.

    “Who was his father?” You ask. “How could someone so horrible help create creatures of love and beauty?”

    Mother sighs and shakes her head. “I wanted to share the love I had with the world, he took advantage of that desire.” Her blue expression shifts and she smiles at you. “Even if he did try to hurt me and trick me, I turned that sorrow into gold. My children may not have been what I wanted, but they were perfect that way too. They still did what I wanted in this world. It just took some working out,” she chuckles.

    “If you heard us,” you then say. “Is it possible to do what we want?”

    Mother brushes your hair from your face. “To be honest, I am not sure. I don’t know. I don’t know how much of his father’s magic is there.” She then smiles at me. “But I do know that the meaning behind it is much purer than what was there between his father and me.”

    You sigh and look up towards the sky, seeing both the sun and moon above you.

    “Perhaps it is the idea that can give birth,” Mother replies.

    You look over at her, and you open your eyes, you gaze as Eros as he lays in the bed beside you. You sigh, sitting up and seeing there are rose petals in your hair. You shake them out and see that the clock reads ‘3:50’. You huff and go to the bathroom.

    When you return to bed, Eros is sitting up. “Everything ok?”

    “Yeah,” you crawl back into bed and lay your head in his lap. “I had a strange dream though,” you murmur as you nuzzle his rock hard thigh.

    Eros combs his fingers through your hair. “What was it about?”

    You look up at him and smile softly. “There was a woman,” you say. “Her hair curled just like yours does, falling against her forehead and then sweeping over her shoulder. She was so beautiful, it really stunned me,” you murmur.

    Eros furrows his brow as your fingertips glide across his lips. “My mom?” He whispers.

    “Yeah,” you reply. “We talked for a while.”

    “What did she say?” Eros gasped.

    You chuckle. “A lot of things. Mainly how much she loved you and your siblings,” you then sit back up. “She helped me to understand something.” You kiss Eros’ cheek. “The idea and the meaning behind our actions are what causes most fruit.”

    “So, are you suggesting what I am suggesting?” Eros smirks.

    You giggle and kiss his neck. “We have to put more meaning behind our actions. So once the time is right-”

    Eros moans softly as your lips trail down his body. “Please,” he moans. “If this is just teasing, it’s going to kill me.”

    You giggle and slip back. “After all this stress and work is over,” you tell him. “Let’s try.”

    He looks at you with an elated expression. “Can we?”

    You nod. “But for now,” you say as you move into his lap. “This is just for fun.”

    Eros puts his hands around your hips. “You sure?” He whispers. “Only for fun?”

    “I think we both need to blow off a little steam,” you whisper. “Just a quickie while it’s still early. Ok?”

    Eros kisses you. “Nothing with me is that easy, love,” he purrs into your ears. “You’re going to have to wait.”

    You glare at him. “Excuse me?”

    Eros’ smirk is wicked but lovely. “Just two more weeks,” he says. “You can wait that long right?”

    “Can you?” You pout.

    Eros chuckles and kisses you. “I’ll be glad to touch you, but my cock is off limits.”

    You grumble and stand up out of his lap. “I’m just going to go make coffee.”

    Eros laughs behind you but then whimpers when he realizes how hard he’s already gotten. He’s dug his own grave.

    The next two weeks are tough, but by the end of it, you’ve aced your tests and blew away your major project. You have time to relax now, time to finally lay back and not worry about anything. Or well, one thing to worry about.

    “Eros, wait,” you moan as he presses you against the wall.

    “Shhh?” He whispers into your ear. He’s pressed against your back, his cold hands are under your robe, grasping your breasts and kneading them. “I told you, your reward is that you get to lay back and relax.” He pulls away your robe.

    You had just gotten out of a long, luxurious bath with all sorts of candles and fancy bath bombs. As you got out, Eros grabbed you, kissing you hard and taking the breath from your lungs. The next thing you knew, you were weak and melting into his touch.

    “I’m ready,” you moan softly.

    His kisses trail down your back as his hand slips between your thighs. “You taste like vanilla,” he chuckles. His fingers rub at your mound, slowly slipping through and touching your lips. 

    “Is that everywhere?” He chuckles.

    You’re not used to his touch anymore. Cold stone against your heated sex, it felt too good. You whimper and wiggle as his fingers swirl along your clit.

    “Shit,” Eros moans. “You’re getting so wet so fast.” He pulls his fingers back, admiring your slickness stringing between them. He licks his messy fingers clean then slips them back below. “Have you been needing me so much?”

    “Yes,” you whimper.

    You feel him against your thigh, rock hard and a little warm. His rubs to your hip and then against your ass. You glance down, watching as he slips between your thighs.

    “I’ve missed this,” he groans into your ear.

    “Then hurry,” you moan.

    “Hurry?” He chuckles. “Why the rush?”

    “Because I’m horny and have been for weeks! Please just do it!” You whine.

    Eros snorts and bites your shoulder, leaving the tale-tell marks on your sensitive and easily marked skin. “I see,” he whispers. He rubs himself against your folds. “I can’t say I don’t feel the same.”

    You gasp loudly as he slips inside. You moan, feeling him take his time easing inside you. You bite your lip and wiggle your hips as he pushes deeper. Once he’s fully inside, Eros trembles and he groans.

    “You ok?” You whisper.

    “Mm,” he grunts. He steadies himself. “I don’t want to waste it,” he pants.

    You glance over your shoulder at him. “Don’t lose the meaning,” you whisper.

    Eros smirks and starts to move. You whimper as you remember how he fits inside you. It’s snug and wonderful, you can feel every inch of him as he grinds inside you. You squeeze around him, hearing him grunt and sigh.

    Eros picks you up, moving you to the bed. He climbs on top of you, gazing down at you as he pushes back inside. His fingers swirl on your clit, making your back arch off the bed.

    “I am always stunned by your beauty this way,” Eros moans. 

    “Eros,” you moan loudly.

    He bites his lip, pushing a little deeper. He grinds himself inside, not wanting to pull back again at all. He groans, his body goes tight. You wrap your legs around him, urging him deeper. He snarls and your close your eyes tight. You feel enveloped in a warm glow, your body nearly lifting on the bed. Eros’ wings flap outward, knocking over a lamp and putting a hole in the wall.

    Inside, he’s hot and thick. He twitches and spasms, releasing so much it starts to dribble out. He slowly begins to crumble, falling onto the bed beside you. Both of you pant and gasp. You reach down, touch the seed that has spilled. It glows and shimmer, leaving a trail of light behind it as you move your fingertips.

    It is different, and you feel a change already occurring within your body. 

    Eros kisses your cheek and cuddles close to you. “I want to name them after my mother,” he whispers.

    “We can,” you say. “Once they are here.”

    Eros smiles, and he chuckles to himself. “Do you think we should try more than once before we get out hopes up?”

    You laugh and kiss him. “Of course I do, silly.”

    One day, it happens without warning. You feel faint and lightheaded, so Eros carries you to bed. You then feel a pressure deep inside you. As you lay back in bed, there is a glow from your belly. Eros reaches out, taking hold of the glow. His hands start to change, they go from stone to opal. Then, as he steps away, there is something small, fitting in the cup of his hands.

    “Eros?” You whimper.

    You hear a loud shrill cry, and Eros’ body is half stone and half opal. He looks at you, sitting down he offers the small object in his hands that is crying.

    The small, baby doll like stone is pure opal. Their features are round and precious, and it reaches out with tiny hands towards you.

    You take her, holding her dearly and letting her feed. She grows rapidly, going from the size of a small toy to a regular sized baby in days.

    She’s beautiful and angelic, perfectly suiting her name of Aphrodite. She is made of opal, her birth turning her father into the same gem.

    She loves to draw and paint, and one of her favorite canvases is her father’s wing which is still stone.

    “Why do you paint on me mighty Aphrodite?” Her father asks.

    “Because Daddy is pretty and I want him to be even more pretty!” She answers with her bright, sing-songy voice.

    She continues to grow at an accelerated rate, going from baby to small child within a month. It’s all such a rush and blur, but soon you’re able to settle and enjoy your creation.

    “I wonder,” Eros murmurs as he tucks her into bed. “Will there be more?”

    You smile and kiss his cheek. “Maybe,” you say. “Once we figure out how your siblings are fairing.”