The Stone God (Closed for saedo)

[papillon24]

It was long ago the statue had become what it is today. His arms held high to the sky was if in pleading with the gods for mercy. His body cut and sculpted as if the heavens had created perfection. His large member standing painfully erect. It was said he would come to life if the reincarnate of his beloved was to break her virginity on his erect member.

The village elders talked of why the statue was there. Some said he committed an act of murder. Others said rape. Some just said it was a cruel joke played on him. But in their eyes he was a god who helped bless the village. His blessing brought food and children and kept away the illness that plagued the other surrounding villages. Every year on the winter solstice, a ritual was performed. One that most of the young women feared it would be their turn. Most who were eligible tried to be married before the day for their knew that it would be their death if chosen.

Theina, had just turned of age. She sat in the great hall listening to the stories of the ancestors the morning of the choosing. She did not want to be chosen for she was betrothed to the son of the village Leader. He was handsome and strong and was a brave fighter. They were to be joined in a month after the solstice. She loved him, or so she thought she did for she had never been with a man, and her betrothed and her only spoke a few times in the company of the elders.

The priest had gathered 5 young girls, all eligible to the prophesy site. The fire glowed as the shadows danced in the hall. She could feel the anxiety float off of the other girls. All knew that one of them would suffer a fate worse than death, then death itself.

Suddenly her worst fears came true.

“Theina, the smoke decrees you are to take this years, most honored spot. Your soul will remain blessed, and your family honored for the rest of your days.”

Her heart dropped, as the other girls came over to try to comfort her.

 

[saedo]

Life was so dull in this rock. I'd have yawned if I could. Alas, being frozen in stone meant I couldn't even raise an eyebrow.

Technically, it wasn't actually me. Rather, it was a statue of me - a rather crude version, in my opinion. My nose isn't nearly that long nor do my ears have quite so sharp a point, and I'm not actually seven feet tall. But of course, it'd been created by one of my enemies, so he hadn't been all that concerned about the accuracy of the likeness - merely it's efficacy as a prison.

My captor had certainly surprised me with that fate. Being a demigod, my appetite for both wine and women were as outsized as the cock between my thighs, so I rather frequently found my pursuit of pleasure put me at cross purposes with some mortals. But since being a demigod also provided me significant resistance to harm both physical and magical, I tended not to pay them much mind.

This one, however, happened to be one of the most powerful wizards of his generation.* After catching me plowing his lovely daughter, he was all the more infuriated when his best fireball barely singed my beard. I laughed as I dashed away and thought no more about him. However, he spent seven years seeking magic that might offer a means of revenge. After countless hours of research, he found his solution:* trap me in this statue for all time.

Well, technically not all time. Magical enchantments of this sort require a limiting component to remain stable. This wizard went old school and used his blood. Of course, with me trapped in the stone, I'd have a hard time getting my hands on that. Hence my long captivity.

I'm not sure how lone I've been in here. Decades at least. Maybe even a century. Hard to keep track as a hunk of stone.

At least these days, I get some occasional visitors. A generation or so back, some local village discovered the statue and decided that it I was a statue to some god of fertility. They've since created various little rituals to earn my blessings.

They are entirely mistaken, of course. As a demigod, I don't have powers like that. I'm sure an actual god of fertility could guarantee a bountiful harvest, but that's not me. The only fertility I've ever provided is fathering countless children - all daughters, for some reason - in pursuit of my lust. But that's hardly evidence of divine power; any mortal man who fucked as many young maidens as I could likely claim similar success. But despite my inability to affect crop yields, the villagers didn't waver in their commitment. Year after year, they returned.

Much as I liked the break in solitude, one of their rituals proved rather bothersome. Somehow the villagers had decided that the way to best please their divine being was to sacrifice a maiden's virginity upon the statue's cock. (The wizard had sculpted my likeness with a permanent erection - an attempt to further insult me.) Much as I enjoyed the feel of a vagina around my cock again, I could neither move nor climax in my prison; the experience was ultimately only frustrating.

It wasn't very pleasant for the maiden, either. The statue's phallus, while a fair bit smaller than the reality - another of the wizard's insults to my injury - was still quite large to be fitting inside a young girl. Additionally, the stone of my prison wasn't well polished, so the sculpted cock was rather rough to be inserting into the delicate flesh of a virgin. Pain and discomfort for days afterward were a given.

Unfortunately, those were the lucky ones. The less fortunate and far more numerous contingent would see their injuries become infected and die. The worst were those that wounded themselves so severely that they bled to death while still mounted atop me. I doubt the wizard could have foreseen such a possibility, but this aspect of my imprisonment had proven the most unpleasant.

It would soon be time again. The matrons of the village had recently draped me with flowers, so the virgin ceremony would be at the next full moon. I hoped this time their might be a happy ending. If I wasn't made of stone, I'd have crossed my fingers.

 

[papillon24]

“It is time my child” she heard one of the elderly matrons speak softly to her. The tears still welled from her eyes. The other girls lefter side leaving her with a lingering touch of comfort as well as a look of relief that is was not one of them that was chosen. She could not believe it was happening to her. Very few girls had ever survived, even breathing their last breath upon the massive phallus of the god himself. Just last year her friend had lost her life in that way. Others would die days after, either taking their own lives in shame or succumbing to illness from the injury that happened.

The elders left the small structure, but one matron who began to pull her hair back. The gentle hands running though her long dark hair, began to ease her so the tears stopped flowing.

“You must be strong for your people, my child” Her voice was soft, like the arms of her long dead grandmother. She started to hum a lullaby as she braided her hair back and weaved in flowers. She could smell their delicate scent beginning to perfume the air.

The door opened and her betrothed entered the room. Theina looked up at him, and a single tear ran down her pale cheek

“I'm sorry Aedan,” She watched as he knelt beside her, a sadness in his eyes.

“Theina, I was looking forward to our union. You are the most lovely of all the girls in the village. It as to be a wonderful match.” He took her hand in his, holding it gently. “I am truly sorry. I personally will make sure your family is taken care of and provided for.” He then stood and turned to leave the though the door.

“why must it be this way?” she whispered gently to herself

“It is the way it has always been. It is the way we can guarantee harvest, and the animals will provide for our village.”

She sobbed a bit more as the matron held her arm, urging her to stand and led her though the door.

The air was chilly as she stepped though the doors. The village had gathered to offer their thanks and condolences to her as she walked amongst them to the edge of town where the the statue stood. The last stop was her hut, the one she lived in with her parents, and only them, for they were not able to bear anymore children after her. They stood outside waiting for her. She could see tears in both their eyes.

“We are both sad for you and proud of you my little bird” her father spoke first. She could see her mother could not find the words behind the tears.

Her mother wrapped her arms around her without saying a word and she knew all that she meant to say. She held her back and the two women shed tears together not knowing if this would their last embrace.

The voice of Aedan's father broke their moment. “The sun is setting and it is time.”

Theina nodded and released her mother. The elder women led her to the edge of town where she was brought face to face with the statue.

She had never really examined him before. The idea had never crossed her mind. She stood in silence as the prayers were offered and the torches were lit. His figure glowed with the light of the fire that reflected off of it. The sight of his manhood, standing proud and erect was even shocking. It was so large and rough, not meant for human flesh.

One of the matrons approached her, and unlaced her dress from the back and pushed it over her shoulders till it slid to the ground leaving her body exposed to the village. She felt a blush creep over her skin, embarrassed and vulnerable. Her slippers were removed next, the ground feeling foreign on her bare feet. Gently the puller her arms behind her back, binding them together with braided leather. It was cruel and frightening, but the elders though that if her hands were free she would resist her fate, or be able to free herself early from her duty.

She stood, and said a small prayer of her own, praying to not suffer. Before she was lifted by two men and her virgin opening placed on his manhood

 

[saedo]

I watched as procession from the village approached at dusk. I would have grimaced had I any control over my facial features. Another village girl was being brought before me.

The procession divided as I arrived in my clearing. Various torches and candles were lit. Scent-heavy herbs were cast to the four winds. Various wizened elders spoke of sacrifice and family. These villagers had evolved quite the elaborate ritual over the years.

I turned my attention to this year's chosen one. She was readily identifiable by her pale white gown. I assume the color had significance since no one else wore white. Perhaps it referred to the moon, whose full roundness was becoming prominent now that the sun was almost beneath the horizon. Or perhaps it either symbolized her purity since the villagers only sacrificed virgins on my stone manhood.

This year's girl was stunningly beautiful. Don't get me wrong, they are all pretty young things in the bloom of femininity. But this one was far more than pretty. Her long, lustrous hair seemed to drink in the light. Even from this distance, I could see the vibrance in her eyes. Her face was not one that you merely glanced at - it was far too arresting.

Back in the old days, I always favored the most attractive females. Granted, if my libido was hungry, I'd take what I could get, but I saved my best efforts for those whose beauty made you want to stop and stare. She was one of those. Perhaps that's why she seemed vaguely familiar.

The ceremony began to move towards its completion. The girl was stripped, revealing a truly impressive body. Her breasts were among the largest I'd seen - nearly perfect orbs that extended several inches from her frame, culminating in thick, accusatory nipples. Yet her waist seemed almost comically slender by comparison. Her hips flared dramatically and descended into shapely hindquarters. I again felt a wisp of familiarity about her; while I'd had countless women, only a select number had ever been this girl's equal.

The girls body was rubbed with a scented oil. Her smooth skin now caught the light and gleamed. She seemed almost to shimmer in the dim.

Two burly men picked her up and carried her to me. Up close, she seemed remarkably small compared to my stone edifice. Yet her face showed almost no trace of anxiety. Brave girl.

The men held her aloft. My stone member angled out from my torso at a fairly steep angle, so she was raised high in the air so that she might take me into her. They would then lower her slowly atop my cock until all her weight was borne by it. There she would be left for a short time - I suppose as a ceremonial representation of sex - before being lifted away.

The girl's pussy now hovered scant inches above the tip of my cock. As always, her public hair had been trimmed into two parallel vertical lines - another bit of symbolism lost on me.

The scented oil applied to her skin also glistened from her sex. Her vulva was already plump with blood. Even so, the stone cock head dwarfed her tender flesh. That such a massive object could fit inside such a slender orifice beggared the imagination.

At a signal, the men lowered her until her labia brushed the tip of my cock. Her nether lips spread and stretched as her body weight slowly bore her downward.

That's when the screaming began.

 

[papillon24]

She had kept a brave face till now, even though the fear of this moment. She could feel the village eyes on her as her heart began to beat quickly in the anticipation of what was about to happen to her. The chanting behind her grew. The sobs from her mother tore their way though her. She wished they would not make her parents watch this.

She felt the rough stone member press past her lower lips as the men forcefully lowered her down. A scream that could have woken the dead passed though her lips as the pain wreaked though her body as it tore though her maidenhood. The weight of her body lowering her slowly onto the tortuous member. Tears flooded though the searing white hot pain that felt as if she were being ripped in half. It took all her will to not pass out from it.

The men bound her legs around the rump of the stone god. She had no means to escape the torture. Inch by tortuous inch, she felt the phallus fill her to the brink. She struggled against the bonds, but it made no difference and just exasperated the situation, every pull, or push from her struggle would force her body farther down. It was too much, and it was too fast.

She felt the hands of the men leave her back and buttocks, only to remove the binding from her arms. She barely noticed as her wrist were fastened together in front of her. One of the men threw a rope around the neck of the god and cinched her bound wrists to it. At least he could support some of her weight and not fall backwards

She looked up, with tears in her eyes, up into the face of the god.

“Why did you choose me for this? Why would you do this to anyone?” Her words came out between the sobs.

She chanting began to dissipate, and fade back towards the village. One guards was left at the edge of the clearing to make sure no one removed her before the dawning sun. The idea of being left her like this overnight struck fear into her heart. She could feel the blood between her legs. It was substantial, and she might not last that long

 

[saedo]

The girl screeched in agony as the stone forced her pussy wide. The men holding her were apparently inured to such things. They continued to let her weight draw her further down.

I could sense that she was quite damp, which likely saved her from a swift death. A girl who lacked sufficient lubrication would have the gruesome misfortune of shredding her vagina during insertion. The resulting blood loss would kill within minutes.

Of course, that likely meant she waited for a slow death. No matter how moist she was, the rough stone would open minor cuts in her tender flesh over the course of the ritual. Unless she was exceptionally resilient, the resulting infection would likely kill her days from now.

The villagers trussed her up against me like she was cargo on a pack mule. They then departed, singing their ritual chants for their nonexistent deity. Soon it was only the two of us in the clearing.

The girl was only whimpering now. The extended exposure to the agony tended to blunt the pain somewhat. It still hurt, but in a more blunt, inexorable fashion.

The girl's lean belly had a distinctly cylindrical bulge running up the center. Her lovely breasts heaved dramatically as she inhaled in shuddering gasps. Tears streaked her sharp-planed cheeks. Such a terrible waste of a beautiful girl. I winced at the unfairness of it all.

What?

I...winced?

How was that possible? I hadn't even blinked in decades. How could I possibly have a facial expression?

But to my amazement, I could now feel my eyelids, my lips, my eyebrows - my entire face - start to move on command.

My limbs remained immobile, but wait. . . was it my imagination. . . ? No. The dark gray stone exterior was beginning to lighten to a pale gray. And then to something less gray and more brown. And then less brown and more tan. I was beginning to look. . . alive.

There was but one explanation: the wizard's curse was breaking.

 

[papillon24]

Her chest heaved, more in sadness at the moment than in pain. This was her fate. Either she would be dead here in a few hours or back in the village in a few days. She had only known of one girl who had survived this, and it was before her time. Death would be welcome now. The pain she went though would leave her damaged for the rest of her life. There would be nothing for her at the village. Only loneliness. No man, not even her sweet Aedan would want her now that she was no longer a maiden

Theina felt her tears begin to dry, leaving salty stains down her cheeks. She too a few more deep breaths. If this was the end, she had no choice and should accept her fate. It was decided, it was better to give in to the death here, than to fight for that lonely ending back at the village.

She let her head drop back as she gazed up at the sky. The stars shone bright and glittered in their heavenly homes. It was if they were calling to her to come and live with them.

Theina looked up at the god. Really looking at him for the first time. His features were defined but hard, and he seemed to glow in the torchlight as if not made from stone. But she still felt cold and unrelenting within her. She shifted slightly, only to feel a wince of pain as his inhumanly large member scraped at the opening of her womb. She cried out with that pain only to look back up at him with hate.

She must be imagining things. It could not be, he blinked. She shook her head in disbelief. He was stone, and stone can not move. Then she heard it. The soft thumping of a heart. Then she felt it, within her, a heartbeat, a pulsing heartbeat ran though the hard stone within her.

Again, she shook her head. She had to be hallucinating. This must be death coming for her and playing tricks on her mind

 

[saedo]

As the seconds passed, I felt more and more myself. My skin warmed and began to bend.

A sudden pain in my chest seized me. My nostrils flared as I inhaled my first breath in ages. My heart lurched and began to beat.

Distracted by this development, I was not prepared when the rigidity of my limbs suddenly faded. I sank to my knees on the stone base where I'd stood lo these many years. Fortunately for the girl, her limbs were trussed tightly about me. She fell with me, clutching herself tightly to my torso.

I looked her in the eye as she stared at me. "I would thank you, dear one, for freeing me from the curse which has bound me. But first, I must apologize for what will soon happen."

Indeed, my now fleshy cock was beginning to take advantage of its freedom. Recognizing that it was presently deeply ensconced inside a lovely young thing,it was swelling in both diameter and length. The bulge in her belly expanded, distending her tender flesh. Already buried against the entrance to her womb, the girl began to rise into the air as my shaft continued to grow.

 

[papillon24]

A gasp escaped her lips as he fell to his knees. She held on with all her might as to not be impaled further on his rigid member. With the seconds that passed, it felt not as rough, the skin smoothing out, yet something else was happening. It was growing in size and length. She could not believe that something like this was possible. She struggled to try to move back, giving her body some reprieve, but with each movement back, he grew to fill the void.

Panic filled her eyes as she realized the whole situation. The statue had just come to life, spoken to her. She tugged at her bonds, but in her weakness it did no good. Her head fell back as she let a scream into the night, tears of fear fell down her face.

“What do you want with me?” The words were a near whisper in defeat. She could hear a commotion coming down the path, the guard must have ran to warn the village of her screams. The idea made her struggle more. She could not have her family and village bear witness to this act that was happening to her. With each struggle she felt him move. The first time was jarring, painful, and uncomfortable. Low moans escaped his throat, guttural from all the time as stone.

She froze, maybe if she stopped moving he would as well. Theina felt his hand wrap around her waist and start, holding her steadier as he pulled his massive member out and plunged it back into her depths in a desperate act. It was enough to take her breath away, yet another scream escaper her lips.

She could hear the whispers of the villagers start to gather on the outskirts of the clearing, Some mumbling notions of good blessing, others feared fro her under their breaths.

 

[saedo]

With my hands on her hips, I pumped her entire body up and down my swelling cock. She screamed, though at this point she had considerable justification. I was fucking her rather mercilessly. My shaft was still expanding inside her, stretching he poor pussy to the limit. The fact that what minutes earlier had been lifeless stone was now breathing and moving had to be somewhat disconcerting.

Ordinarily, I'd have taken greater time with her. Despite my outsized equipment, most women adjust tolerably well with a bit of patience. Likewise, a slow start generally leaves the amenable to more vigorous coupling later.

Unfortunately, time I did not have. Shortly after sensation returned to my body, I recognized my overwhelming need for copulation. My very thighs were trembling with the effort of holding back a decades-old desire. I would not last long, so I had to rush the process.

I slammed her body down atop the blunt head of my cock. Had I the time, the natural aphrodisiacs in my precum would have gradually persuaded her body to yield to me. In my current hurry, I had to settle for brute force.

Her tear-filled cries were joined by my guttural shout as the fat glans at last battered its way past her cervix. The luscious girl sank the remaining inches down my shaft till her vulva smacked against my belly. Having penetrated into her womb, I was finally buried to the hilt inside her.

I managed to slam her down twice more, my balls slapping up against her. Then I roared with a mixture of lust and relief as a torrent of thick, gooey cum poured into her. The girl's belly began to bulge as every fresh gush blew her womb up like a balloon.

After a small eternity, I felt the tidal wave of jism slow to a trickle. Groaning with relief, I lowered the girl to her back on the stone base and lifted her arms from around my neck. There I sat for several minutes, my cock still inside her, as she and I both gasped for air.

 

[papillon24]

One last scream crept over her lips as she felt his massive size penetrate her womb, filling her to the fullest. Her body fell weak from the pain and exertion, as she relented and leaned in, wincing at the last of his two aggressive thrusts within her.

She watched in awe as she threw his head back and hot cum was drained from cock, finding it's place in her womb. The sheer amount of it filled her, and continued to fill her small body.

Theina let him lay her back as the last of his seed found it's home within her. Her body sore and fatigued from the ordeal that had just happened to her. She tried to catch her breath, but it was difficult with him shill in her. She was finally able to face him. His strong arms gently lifted her hands from around his neck.

She could feel her body shake. She could not decide if it was in anger or in fear. All these years the ritual had happened and he came alive for her. She wondered what was different this time.

Voices grew louder at the edge of the clearing as the crowd now began to approach the two. Theina felt a blush creep up her neck and into her face as she realized what they had all witnessed. Her body laid out and exposed, taken advantage of by him. She stretched her sore and tired arms and tried to detach from him, but her weakness and the bonds around her legs prevented her from doing sp

She stared into his eyes. “Who are you? Why me?”

 

[saedo]

"Why you?" I replied, modeling her dazed, anxious tone. "It was you who climbed atop my cock," I chided. "I should be asking you."

I smiled at her and gave her a broad wink. "Not that I mind what you did. I'm rather grateful for it. Eternally so, I expect. I've been trapped in that statue for decades - maybe longer. Somehow, you set me free."

"But first, introductions. My full name is hard to pronounce and followed by a long list of surnames and titles that really don't matter since I abdicated my position. Well, more 'got deposed', but why split hairs? At any rate, you may call me Dio."

"I am a demigod, which is both bad news and good news for you. On the one hand, I don't have the power over fate and fortune your village has been saying I do all these years. As such, you could fuck me all night, but I still couldn't guarantee a bountiful harvest."

"On the plus side, my limited powers will keep you alive. That belly full of cum you have will definitely heal up the damage you did impaling yourself on a statue. Sex with me might make you tired and sore for a few days, but you'll feel right as rain soon thereafter."

"Speaking of which..., " I paused to reach behind me. The soft bands at her ankles were tricky to unfasten, but I managed. The girl groaned as she was finally able to lower her legs for the first time in a while.

"Now ordinarily, I'd be ready to go again pretty soon." Indeed, I could feel the familiar stirrings of lust; I'd be swelling to full again in a short while. I pulled back from her as I asked, sliding most of my softened cock free of her. "But I think you might want a break first, am I right?"

 

[papillon24]

The new of who he was sent a shock though her, and she could feel the shock that flooded though the other villagers. Not a god. No powers to help them in their plight to survive and provide for themselves.

She barely heard another word he said, only snapping back into it as she felt her ankles unbound. Her hips were tight as she let them rest on the ground, relishing in the sensation of being able to stretch them. She felt him pull free of her tight sheath and she winced at how quickly he did so.

As soon as she was free, she had the urge to get away. She back up and of the platform. Her parents warm embrace waited for her there. Her mother held her and stroked her hair.

“Mother, I want to come home.”

“Shhh, my child. You are alive and will live.”

Soon she felt the hand of one of the elders grab her arm. It was that of the priest that had led the choosing ceremony the night before. Harshly he pulled her from the warm embrace of her family and pushed her back up towards the platform.

“You are now his. Your blood brought him to life. You are meant to be his to the end of your days never to return to the roof of your family” His words cut her deep. She felt as if her world slipped out from under her.

 

[saedo]

“You are now his. Your blood brought him to life. You are meant to be his to the end of your days never to return to the roof of your family”

I strode over to the old man assailing my lover and spun him around. His initial displeasure swiftly turned to shock as he realized who had laid hold of him.

I know earlier I mentioned how the statue was out of proportion. I am not a 7' giant. Still, I am a bit over 6' and that generally puts me at the upper end of the human scale. I'm also reasonably broad across the beam and have a physique to back it up. Consequently, I can be pretty intimidating when I have a mind to.

I was also somewhat aided by my current lack of clothes. Personally, I pay such things little mind. My fondness for lovemaking means I'm often naked. My demigod status insulates me from the elements, so I don't get chilly.

Humans, however, seem rather disconcerted by a naked man. This village elder kept holding a hand to block his gaze of my lower half. I was tempted to laugh.

"Old man, do not shove my friend around. I am rather fond of her."

"Wh- what?" he stammered.

"Also, she may go where she pleases. She freed me from my curse, so she is a woman of great potential." I was just guessing, but surely there must be something special about her. A score of other young women had mounted that statue to no avail.

"In fact," I continued, raising my voice so others could hear, "I should expect a woman with her gifts would make a most excellent wife and mother. Any man wishing to have a great family of sons and daughters would be wise to seek her hand."

I was actually being truthful here. One of my demigod powers was fertility. Women I slept with invariably would go on to produce a slew of healthy children - often well past when their female peers had become barren. In some cultures, the men had welcomed me to sleep with their wives so as to ensure a large family.

"But she is yours!" the man sputtered. "You must take her!"

My eyes narrowed. "That sounded a lot like you were telling me what to do, mortal. Surely I misheard you."

"But the law decrees that any man who lies with-"

My fist caught him just under the rib cage. As I followed through, he rose into the air about three feet, then collapsed in a heap. I glared down as he lay there gasping like a fish. "I am no man."

I turned my gaze at the crowd. They collectively took a step back. No one showed any desire to dispute me.

I turned back to my savior. "Let's get you home." I put an arm around her and guided her over to her mother.

"Quite a daughter you have here, ma'am. But I think she could use a good sleep and I could use a good meal." I glanced down. "And probably some pants."

 

[papillon24]

Theina felt his strong arms close itself around her tiny frame and lead her back to her parents. She could not help but to tense at the sensation of his touch. Her body still ached from the act that was done to her as well as the fear that still held onto her. There was something else in his touch. She could start to feel it as his hand sat flat on her hip. A small tingle. A sensation that would have been missed if one was not completely silent. It began to warm her, quell her fear and allowed her to finally take a deep breath.

Her mother rushed up to her, pulling her warm wool cloak off and threw it around her daughter's shoulders, giving her some protection from the glaring eyes of the watching village, as well as from the morning chill the hung in the air. She bowed her head gently towards the one holding onto her daughter.

“Thanks you for allowing her to live, and for allowing her to come back with us. Even it is only for a short time.”

Theina watched her father as he turned and lead the party back to their dwelling on the edge of the town. The door was low, but it was inviting. It was home. She could smell the hearth and the smell of breakfast stew that was bubbling.

There was fresh bread and treats piled on the table. Gifts from the other villagers in condolence for their loss, she suspected.

Her father disappeared for a moment and returned with a pair of wrap around pants and a belt, handing them over to their new guest.

“I'm not a big man, but these should at least cover you. I unfortunately do not have an extra set of boots for you.” He handed the two items over before stepping aside and setting a large hand on his daughters shoulder.

 

[saedo]

"Thank you for the clothes," I said. "I think I will be much more comfortable now."

In truth, I donned the clothing more for the benefit of the mortals. The large naked man striding into town invited considerable attention. Even inside my hosts' dwelling, I noted that my nudity was a bit of a distraction.

I joined the family at the kitchen table. They filled me a bowl of soup and gave me a hunk of dark bread. It was simple fare, but it was the first meal I'd had in ages. "Delicious," I pronounced.

No longer distracted by hunger, I began to pay attention to my surroundings. I noted that my savior bore a striking resemblance to her mother. That was in part a reflection of her mother's beauty. Though clearly older, she seemed relatively young looking for one who had a maiden grown. Likewise, mother and daughter shared a similar curvaceous form.

The latter bit sparked an idea. "Madam, if you will permit me an observation, you and your lovely daughter possess a rather striking similarity of form. Specifically, you both unusually large breasts. I wonder, does that trait run in your family?"

The mother blushed furiously at my impudence, but she responded civilly. "Yes, good sir, I suppose it does. My mother had a substantial bosom and I recall that my grandmother did as well."

I nodded, absorbing the information. I turned to the maiden. " I think I know how you broke my curse."

 

[papillon24]

The comment about her mother and her and about their sizable breasts caused her to blush a bit. She had no reason to blush anymore. She was no longer a maiden. Actually she had no idea what she was or what was to become of her. It had been so long since someone had survived the ritual

Her jaw almost dropped with his statement of how he might know how the curse was lifted. It baffled her of why it was her that was able to bring him back from stone. She was grateful for being able to live, but the suspense of what was going to come scared her.

Theina took a seat next to him, looking up into his face. She tried to figure him out. His large frame seemed out of place in their home. Be he seemed as if he were comfortable here, sitting by their hearth after a humble meal.

“How?” she pulled the cloak tightly around her, felling her nakedness beneath it. She was not sure of how to dress now. Married women of the village wore different styles than those who were still eligible. She was no longer eligible, but not married.

 

[saedo]

“How?”

I turned to my savior. "I was trapped in that statue by a powerful wizard a long time ago. Several decades at least - maybe even more than a century." I smiled. "It's hard to tell time as a stone."

" The wizard was angry with me because - as he put it - I had 'despoiled' his daughter. She was a pretty young thing to whom I took a shine. And as you might expect, I expressed my admiration much as I did with you. Soon his daughter was heavy with child.

"The wizard was angered to see what I had done with his daughter, so he crafted the curse which imprisoned me. A curse of such power requires a great sacrifice - typically blood of the caster. I think it was broken in the same fashion."

"In addition to pregnancy, my conquests generally experience a significant expansion to their bosoms. The wizard's daughter certainly did. I suspect that condition might be inheritable. In short, I think that the wizard's daughter had a daughter who had a daughter who had a daughter who. . . well, you get the idea.

" Anywise, I suspect that the reason you could break the curse is because the wizard's blood run through your veins. I think you are a descendant of his daughter."

 

[papillon24]

A wizard, a curse. The idea of the whole notion that this was linked to her family from generations back made her head spin. The idea went around in her head over and over till she felt her mother's hands on her shoulders. She guided Theina over to the bench where he sat, and urged her to sit next to him. She felt so small next to his large frame. He still frightened her, but the story had awoken her curiosity.

“So my ancestor,...was your lover...” she looked up into his eyes. He was strong in both physical strength as well as charisma. His gaze bore into her, almost with constant desire and lust. “was the child yours as well...would that make you...”

“Theina, don't be rude” Her father interrupted. “there are other matters to discus now. But those can wait till later. Both of you need rest.” she watched as he made his way around the table. “You sir are welcome in my home until other arrangements can be made. Theina will make sure you are taken care of.”

Theina nodded as her father motioned to her.

“Yes, rest is good.” She turned back to him “You may sleep where you like. My bed is the back one. You are welcome to that if you like”

 

[saedo]

“Theina, don't be rude - there are other matters to discus now. But those can wait till later. Both of you need rest.”

Theina. My savior's name was Theina.

I followed her back to a simple bedroom. "You may sleep where you like."

I sat down on the bed she indicated. "I rarely sleep alone, though." I reached up and pulled her down to join me. I had Theina snuggle up against me, her back against my chest. I in turn draped an arm around her. Much as my fingers wanted to fondle her breasts, I settled for draping my arm further down her torso. The firm underboob brushed against my forearm with her every breath.

"Now earlier, you asked about your ancestry. I suspect you wonder if you are a descendant of the wizard's daughter, does that mean that you are a descendant of me as well."

I shrugged. "It's possible. The wizard's daughter no doubt bore me a daughter. Perhaps she's a great great great great grandmother to you."

"Or perhaps the wizard's daughter had more than one child. Most of you villagers do and her time with me would have made he very fertile. Perhaps your great great great great grandfather was just a male villager. I do not know."

I shrugged again. "Either way, it is too far away to care about. You should merely rest now. You've had a busy night."

I took her hand by the wrist and guided it behind her. "Let me know when you are rested enough," I directed, placing her hand on the crotch of my pants. "I will need relief again this evening. But for now, just sleep."

 

[papillon24]

Her thoughts raced as she was led down to lay next to him. She nervously laid next to him, as he coaxed her to scoot against him. The cloak had opened slightly and his strong arm had wrapped around her, falling just below her breasts. She could feel the beat of his heart against her back as he answered her earlier question. The one about her family, her lineage. He answered as if it were nothing, only a distant thought or memory that was fleeting with evrey passing moment.

"Either way, it is too far away to care about. You should merely rest now. You've had a busy night." she froze as he took her wrist and guided it from where it had rested on the edge of the bed behind her. The touch was sudden but gentle as he laid it on his hardened member. She gasp as she felt it move with her touch.

"I will need relief again this evening. But for now, just sleep."

She could not believe he was ready for more already. She felt him nuzzle into the back of her neck. The feeling of his breath on her neck sent a shiver along her body. Theina unwrapped herself from the cloak, turning herself to lay on her back, his arm still draped around her torso. Something about hims drove a desire in her. She suspected he did the same to other women in their presence. His earthy scent made her more aware of how male he was.

She could already feel everything within her healed and tighten again. She let a hand fall to his chest, feeling his heart thump. The warmth that radiated from him made her skin glow.

 

[saedo]

Theina squeezed the thick mass of my softened cock beneath my pants. After a pause, she turned towards me and removed her cloak, exposing her body to me. I took this to mean she would be ready soon as well.

"I enjoy sleeping without clothes as well," I said with a smile. I unfastened my pants and shoved them down my legs. I could feel her eyes staring at my groin as my nakedness was revealed.

Remaining on my side, I lifted my flaccid cock and draped it across her naked thighs. "This is now partially yours, Theina." I took her hand and again placed it on my member - now without the rough cloth pants in the way. "If it ever pleases you to touch me, you should do so. I will grow thick and hard for you."

"It pleases me to touch you." I cupped her right breast and admired the firm roundness. "Your bosom delights me."

I looked her in the eye. "Do you wish to rest, my dear? I will not tease you if you require sleep."

 

[papillon24]

Her back arched at the soft touch upon her breast as he cupped it in his hand. The warmth emanated from him and though her. She felt his massive member on her thigh as it started to stiffen and grow in girth and length.

“I'm to anxious to sleep at the moment.” She let her hand fall to his chest as she gazed up into his eyes. There was a true look of adoration on his face, but she as not sure what parked it. He was free now. He could have any girl out there in the village, yet he chose to have her again, well at least touch her again.

“I'm just scared. The pain was unbearable and I thought I was dead. I'm afraid it will hurt again.”

She felt a jolt though her body as his touch rubbed over her sensitive little nipple. A jolt that ran straight thorough her body.

“But there is something in your touch I can not explain.”

 

[saedo]

"I'm afraid it will hurt again."

I shook my head. "That will unlikely change, I'm afraid." I slipped my hand between her thighs and traced a finger between her labia. "Your flesh is very resilient and exposure to my seed only enhances that. Stretch though you might to accommodate me, you will bounce back." I inserted a single finger inside. "You will remain as firm and tight as you are now till you are a grandmother."

Theina shuddered quietly. " There is something in your touch I can not explain.”

I fingered her pussy gently. "Being a demigod does confer certain advantages. But do not say it with such surprise. I should no be the only one drawing pleasure from our encounters."

 

[papillon24]

A deep hum escaped her lips as his fingers toyed with her sensitive flesh. A deep heat rose within her and she could feel the flush on her cheeks. The speed of his fingers strumming caused her back to arch within the pleasure. Her body stretched slightly, but she still felt full. She could feel his hardness press against her as i began to grow even more.

Her hands fell to his chest as the first wave hit her. her pussy now wet, and accommodating his finger. the pain that was once there, not a heat that needed to be satiated.

Instinctively she pressed her lips to his, needing the feel of them upon hers as her body reached a fever pitch once again.