|By Rich Bowen from Lexington, KY, USA |
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Soft Marble was born out of a flash fiction prompt. Something coming to life and being sexy. Seems pretty simple and it is, but for my story there was a little more to it. There's sex, romance and playing around in an art room. Hinky!
|By Mooshuu |
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So for my take on the statuary coming to life, I chose to run with a Greek minor God. It's funny, I knew nothing about Kratos before the research for this story. Now I know quite a bit.
Do you want to know what happens when a statue comes to life? Then check out Soft Marble. Here's a sampling!
M/M, Anal Sex, Masturbation
Quickie line – Contemporary, Fantasy, LGBT
Ellora’s Cave Spectrum Short Story
One touch from his lover and this marble will come to life.
Kratos, God of power and strength, has been imprisoned in pure white marble for more than two centuries. His lover can break the spell—if only his lover would find him.
Andy Green knows his ancient artifacts. He spends his days restoring works of art. When the sculpture of Kratos enters his studio, he can’t hide his attraction. Will he be able to free the god or will forces beyond his control destroy everything he’s earned?
Available here: http://www.ellorascave.com/
©Megan Slayer, 2014, all rights reserved
Andy strolled down the hallway to the restoration room with his bag slung over his shoulder. He still couldn’t wrap his mind around what had happened. One minute he was cleaning a sexy statue and the next he was talking to the man who’d been the statue. His stomach rumbled. Maybe the encounter with Kratos came out of his lack of food in the last twelve hours. Possibly.
When Andy entered the room, Kratos stood next to his pedestal. He grinned and pointed to the place he’d once stood.
“Magic.” Kratos’ smile grew and he shrugged. “Gods can do things like that.”
“You—you put you up there.” Andy touched the marble. The stone chilled his fingers. The statue resembled the one brought in for him to clean. He studied the facial expression. “It’s almost like you.” His gaze switched between Kratos and the marble. “He’s not so pensive. Less detailed.” He turned his attention back to Kratos. “What happened?”
“I am a god. We have magic at our fingertips.”
Andy stared at the naked man. He kept saying he was a god. The replica statue helped—especially since it had been conjured seemingly out of thin air, but still. The bag on his shoulder slipped to the crook of his arm.
“Oh fuck.” Andy offered him the gym bag. “Here are some clothes. I’ll leave you alone to get dressed.”
“Why?” Kratos accepted the bag. “How does this work?” He tugged on the bag. “I’ve never seen one like this before.”
“I forgot. It’s a zipper.” Andy tugged the tab, opening the bag. “If you’re sticking around a while, I’ll have to get you up to speed on current culture.” That is, if Kratos wanted him to teach him. The man could always tell him to get lost.
“I hope you do.” Kratos withdrew the T-shirt. He wrestled the garment over his head, covering his chest. The shirt molded to his upper body like a second skin.
“Wow,” Andy murmured. “Looks great on you.” He expected Kratos to kick him out of the room and want privacy. He was a god, right? Didn’t gods expect preferential treatment? “I’ll leave you alone to change.”