Living Statue Girlfriend (complete)

    When you were growing up, you spent many summers with your Grandmother at her house. She had a fenced in backyard, but during one of your many adventures back there, you had discovered that, behind the rose bushes, there was a hole. You were able to slip through the hole and make your way into the woods just behind the house.

    At first, you were too scared to wander too far. Every year you made it a little further before you got the creeps and turned back to go home. When you left the fence, it felt like you were being watched. It was as if there were eyes always on you when you entered the woods. So usually, the feeling got to be too much. Although, several times, you had seem someone back there. You wondered who they were and why they never moved. 

This year, you were determined to push past your childhood fears and go as deep into the woods as you possibly could. You were grown up now, and since your college was so closeby, you had moved in with your grandmother. Your curiosity was piqued now that you lived there. What was in the woods? What was just beyond your grandmother’s home?

One afternoon when your grandmother went to work, you decided to venture out. You were able to move the entire plank from the fence and step out into the woods. You feel that sensation again of being watched. You’re in the woods, no one should be able to see you. You shake it off and continue walking.

There’s a path that cuts through the trees. It starts out looking like a path that foxes and small critters would take. It then turns to moss, and eventually into cobblestone. Along the trail, there are lots of flowers. They grow thicker and thicker as you go until they form an archway. You stare in awe, wondering how this was possible. You were in the middle of the forest, this seemed so strange.

You look through the arch, seeing a stone statue. The statue is tall with a billowing dress and large wings on their back. You swallow hard and step through the arch. The figure is old and decaying. Parts of it have crumbled away. One of its wings is on the ground, as well as one of its hands.

You circle around it, looking at it from every angle. You can’t imagine how it got here, or even why it’s here. Looking around, you see more flowers. You then go over to the statue again. You see steps are sitting before it and you wonder if you somehow missed those before. 

Despite the face being marked and stained with time, you can see the beauty it still possesses. You step up on the stairs and come face to face with it. Deciding to be daring and to have proof of your little adventure into the forest, you take out your phone.

You stand on tiptoe, placing your lips onto the lips of the statue. As you snap your photo, the figure kisses you back. The statue presses close to you, sighing and putting its arms around you. You trip off the stairs and fall backward. The flowers all around suddenly grow towards the statue. They cover the figure in a cocoon of petals. You stand up, gasping and touching your lips. 

The hand that had been laying on the ground parts the flowers and they start to fall away. The blossoms cascade off the beautiful body as they step forward. They are beautiful, pristine marble. Their body is smooth and unblemished. Their wing has reattached as well as they’re hand.

You see the feminine figure of their body, small perky breasts, broad hips, and a plump ass. You swallow, gazing up at them until the last flower falls. In her hand, she clutches a bouquet of flowers.

Kneeling before you, she holds the bouquet to you. “Thank you,” her voice is soft and sweet. “I owe you my greatest thanks.”

You take the bouquet and stare at her. “Oh wow,” you whisper.

She giggles, stretching out her hand and touching your cheek. “Beautiful girl,” she murmurs. “Thy sweet kiss saved me.” She smoothes her cool fingertips across her lips. “However will I be able to repay it?”

You swallow the lump in your throat as you stare at her. You’re unable to take in everything, and you so desperately want to. You could gaze at her forever. “I...I don’t-” you fumble to find your words.

She chuckles and leans forward, planting a kiss on your lips. You press in, enjoying the kiss. It makes your lips tingle and your heart leap. 

“Kissing beautiful women has always been my greatest passion,” she whispers to you. Her elegant fingers touch your hair and smooth it back. “As much as making love to them,” she smiles proudly and unapologetically.

Your cheeks burn and your bite your bottom lip. “Wh-who are you?” You finally ask.

“I am Hedylogos,” she replies. “An Eroetes.” Her wings extend outward, casting flowers and petals everywhere. The wings then fold back in. “I was cursed,” she murmurs, sitting down on what had been her perch. 

“Ok good," you sigh with relief. "I was worried it was me."

She smiles at you, reaching out and pulling you close to her. “It was both,” she whispers. “Only the blood of the sorceress who cursed me could set me free.” She kisses you again and moans softly. “Her blood is within you.”

You swallow and let her touch you. “Who was she?”

“She had been my lover,” Hedylogos confesses. She smiles nostalgically and looks around. Her smile fades, and she closes her eyes. “I had loved her more deeply than anyone. I thought she loved me in return.” She then sighs and runs her fingers through your hair. 

You look up at her, seeing the hurt and longing in her eyes. “Are you ok?” You ask.

She looks back at you and smiles. “How could I not be?” She murmurs. “I’m with a beautiful woman.”

Your face burns again. “No, really,” you swallow. “You don’t have to keep saying that?”

“And why not?” Hedylogos purrs. “It is true. And you should hear it often.” She pets your cheeks. “I love it when these blossoms bloom.” She sighs dreamily. “Oh, how I loved to whisper into a woman’s ear,” she clutches her chest and beams. “To see the shine in their eyes, the glow of their cheeks, and the brightness of their smiles. It is always so intoxicating.”

“You did it to all the women?” You ask.

Hedylogos looks back down at you. “I used to,” she says. “I told you, it is my greatest pleasure to kiss lovely women.”

Your heart hammers and you glance aside. “Maybe that’s why your sorceress cursed you,” you murmur. “Maybe she got jealous.”

“She knew I loved her most,” Hedylogos replies. 

“Did she?” You look up at her, seeing her shocked expression. “Maybe she didn’t know, and she got jealous of how you treated other women.”

Hedylogos expression wanes, and she looks sad. “I treated other women with kindness. I only loved her. Her jealousy was unfounded.” She then looks back at you and smiles sadly. “I enjoy making women smile. Sometimes a kind word is all they need.”

You nod. “True but...when you love someone...how do you talk to them?”

Hedylogos smirks. “It depends on the mood,” she whispers. Her marble fingers touch your lips. “If I am feeling happy, I would tell her how she is part of that happiness. If I am feeling affectionate, I kiss her until she is drunk on my lips.” She inches in close to you. “If I am feeling frisky,” she purrs, “I tell her how she tastes.”

You shiver and push Hedylogos back. “Oh, I see,” you pant.

She takes your hands and kisses your palms. “I am ever so grateful to you,” she whispers. “You have no idea the depths of my affection go.”

“To be honest,” you tell her. “I had no idea what I was going,” you lick your lips. “I was just wanting to get a picture.”

“You got much more than that,” Hedylogos stands up and offers her hand to you. “If you so wish it, you can have me.”

Your cheeks burn as you imagine what you could do with such a stunning creature as Hedylogos. You shake your head. “Don’t you want to be free?” You ask.

“Where would I go?” She murmurs. “For, as far as I know, the world around me has changed drastically. Are there even still Erotes out in the world? Do women even still want someone like me whispering poetry into their ears?” She sighs and looks at you. “I want my love,” she whispers. “I can taste it with you.”

You take her hand, lacing your fingers with hers. “I would like to get to know you,” you tell her. “But what do I do with you?”

“Do you have a flower garden?” She asks. “I’ll keep it beautiful and full and at night, I’ll come to your room.” She dips down, kissing you again. “And I’ll whisper to you everything I’m feeling in my heart.”

You swoon and bite your lip. “Well,” you clear your throat. “It will be hard to explain to my grandmother how we got a huge statue in the backyard.”

Hedylogos giggles. “Just say I am a gift.”

You take her home with you, and she finds a place to stand in the garden where the roses grow around her feet. Your grandmother doesn’t seem to notice her, she says it’s lovely how the roses grow towards her and then goes back inside.

That evening you walk outside and see Hedylogos step down and come towards you. “Everything ok?” You ask her.

She sweeps you up into her arms and kisses you. “Everything is perfect.” She sets you back down, but you have to balance against her. Her kisses have a way of making your knees weak.

“Am I the first girl you’ve kissed?” Hedylogos asks as you sit down on the bench.

You shake your head. “Not my first,” you whisper. “Just the best.”

She kisses the top of your head. “I am pleased to hear that.” She holds your hand and kissed each fingertip. 

“Is this really what you want?” You ask. 

Hedylogos looks up at the moon. “Not exactly,” she sighs. “I wouldn’t mind finding out the fate of my brothers and sisters,” she murmurs. “Eros, I wonder if he’s ok.”

“Are they like you as well?” You ask.

“Erotes,” she murmurs. “Beings of love and pleasure. We were made to spread joy and peace,” she then sighs. “But humans get possessive.”

You squeeze her hand. “I’ll help you,” you murmur. “I’ll do whatever I can.”

    Hedylogos beams down at you. “Your kindness astounds me.” She kisses your cheek. “I have yet to pay you back for setting me free, and already you want to help me again.”

    “Freeing you was an accident,” you smile at her. “I do not need to be thanked for that.” You squeeze her hand. “I want to help you because I like you and being near you makes me feel good.”

    Hedylogos puts her arms around you, holding you tight. “You make me feel new again,” she whispers. “I can feel your heart, and it calls out to mine with such a sweet voice.”

    You sit up, placing your lips against the cold, smooth marble of her own. You touch her cheek and pull back slowly. “Sorry,” you whisper. 

    “Why would you be sorry for giving me something so precious?” Hedylogos whispers. “If only I could kiss as sweetly as you.”

    You smirk. “You talk so sweetly.”

    Hedylogos giggles, kissing you again. “It is better to trap with honey than vinegar,” she whispers. 

    “Are you saying you want to trap me?” You chuckle as you sit on her lap.

    “Not a trap,” she murmurs. “I want to keep you,” Hedylogos smiles. “I want to love you.” She touches her fingertips to your lips. “Do you think that’s possible?”

    You grab her hand and kiss her palm. “Yes. Very possible.”