OMR goes still. “What do you think you’re going to do to me?”
“I can’t do anything worse to you than what you’ve already done to yourself. Living your life in guilt and spite, wanting what you can never have, greedy and lonely and grasping. It won’t be long before you’re resting in these very grounds, and no one will come here to mourn you.”The statue gives him a pitying smile.“We will live on long after you’re dead.”
OMR’s face twists. “You were always haughty and arrogant, too good for us human boys.”
“No, just one human boy.”He looks at OMR in profound disappointment.“You made me think you’d killed yourself over me, then had me frozen into stone. I don’t owe you anything. I’m going to take my beloved now.”
“Your beloved.” OMR spits. “I’myour beloved! Everyone in town has guessed the truth, I’ve told them our story for over half a century.”
“Then they’ll learn how our storyreallyends. Because I want everyone to know how proud I am of this boy right here. He fought through his fear to help me, and he’s beginning to understand some truths about himself. He deserves everything I can give him. Did you know this boy filled up a container with his tears just because he thought it would help break mycurse? I never thought I would find devotion like that, and I’m ready to return that same devotion to him.”
OMR scoffs. “You’ve been cursed for so long, you don’t know what devotion looks like.”
“I think you’ll find those bushes difficult to escape until dawn.”
Then the statue turns to Nathaniel and picks him up.
Picks him up.
As a 6’2” man, Nathaniel does not get picked up. And now he’s being picked up and held in the statue’s stone-strong arms, and it’s making him so happy that his heart is about to fly up to the moon.
The statue turns and begins walking away, carrying Nathaniel gently, like he’s made out of the most delicate porcelain. Behind them comes the sounds of OMR fighting a losing battle against a bush.
“Did you mean what you said about me,” Nathaniel asks, “or were you just trying to make him feel bad?”
“I meant every word,”the statue says, holding him closer.
Nathaniel shivers and squeezes his eyes closed, waves of joy radiating through him. He has never been this close to the statue before, it’s like being drawn into the gravitational pull of the sun. The proximity means his caged cock is getting zorched with all kinds of buzzes and pulses. There is no possible way for him to keep his dignity, so Nathaniel cries and sniffles and drips precum all over the statue’s smooth, marble body.
“Is it helping?” he whispers. “I could cry harder.”
The statue laughs affectionately, and Nathaniel wriggles as the vibration of his wide chest melds with the pulses around his cock.
“I think I’m getting my snot on you,” Nathaniel tells him.
“I’ve had worse,” the statue replies.
Nathaniel can’t help but laugh.
The statue gazes down at him. “I want all of you—your tears, your desire. I want to taste you.”
Leaning down, the statue kisses Nathaniel. And it feels so good, Nathaniel almost melts into a puddle of squirming guts. The statue grips him tight and doesn’t let that happen.
As their mouths meet, the taste of him blooms into something a little more human, and Nathaniel opens and savors the slow, hopeful kiss.
Chapter 8: Breaking the Curse
The kiss goes on for a long time because neither one of them wants to come up for air. Technically, only Nathaniel really needs to breathe, but the growing warmth and sweetness of the statue’s mouth is better than oxygen.
When they eventually break the kiss, Nathaniel is so dizzy that at first he doesn’t understand where the statue has taken him.
Then his heart jumps up into his throat, and he lets out a quiet whine.
The statue has carried him inside the mausoleum. Thankfully, it seems to be empty of anything too creepy. The heavy door stands open, and moonlight streams inside.
“I don’t like it here either,”the statue confesses.“I’ve been bound to guard this empty place for too long, surrounded by the dead. And I don’t like knowing you fear it, as you used to fear me. But I’m about to make you feel so good that we’re going to forget all of that. When we think back on this place years from now, we’re only going to remember tonight.”
Nathaniel swallows back his fear, his body kicking into overdrive. The cock cage is still humming like mad around his dick, and he still can’t believe that he’s being carried and held by this insanely handsome statue. It’s so many flavors of awesome he can barely stand it.
