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!
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!
Soft Marble
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?
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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.”
“Stay."
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