The Statue of Eros Ch. 01

All characters portrayed in this story are 100% fictional, any resemblance to any existing people is purely coincidental. All characters in this story are over the age of 18.

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Professor Sarah Carter was extremely excited to hear that her university was receiving a rare artifact recovered from a dig site in Greece. Apparently, it dated all the way back to the 5th century B. C. It was a statue, perhaps about 3 feet tall and pure marble, of the Greek god Eros. Being the chair of the Classical Studies department at Belford University, Professor Carter was very familiar with the myth behind Eros. He was the god of love, lust, and desire, said to make even other gods fall madly in love with each other.

When the statue finally arrived, she was delighted to see how well preserved it was. Most statues from Ancient Greece were completely white due to fading effects from the sun, but this statue being buried under mountains of rubble and dirt must have shielded it from the sun because its brightly painted colors were still showing clearly. Professor Carter admired the vibrant reds, pinks, yellows, and blues that adorned the statue's body.

Being the nearest university upon the research team's return, Belford University's responsibility was to house the statue under lock and key until it's final destination (likely a museum) was determined. As such, it remained in a glass case with a small blackout curtain draped over it to prevent light damage. It was such a gorgeous piece of art, she almost felt it was a shame to keep it hidden from view like that, but she understood the importance of preserving something so rare.

It was another late night, and Professor Carter was one of the last members of the faculty still on campus. Just before she headed out for home, curiosity got the better of her, and she decided to peek underneath the curtain hiding Eros from view. After all, a brief bit of light exposure wouldn't do any lasting damage, as long as she didn't leave it exposed for too long. The statue appeared even more breathtaking than before, and she suddenly found herself transfixed by the statue's gaze. That wasn't all, however.

She felt heat. An undeniable heat throughout her upper chest radiating down to her lower abdomen. Had something gone wrong with the air conditioning? She could have sworn that the temperature in the room was perfectly fine just a minute ago. She removed her blazer and hung it over the back of her desk chair before checking the thermostat, not wanting hot temperatures to cause any unforeseen damage to the statue.

The thermostat was still reading the cool 68 degrees she usually kept the room at, so why did it feel like she was burning up? On top of that, she felt a wetness in the crotch of her pants that she knew wasn't just sweat. Professor Carter was still somewhat young being in her late 30s, so she was no stranger to sexual arousal. While it was true it had been several years since she had known a lover, she had satisfied herself through many a lonely night. In spite of that, it was very unlike her to feel this horny so suddenly, especially in such an inappropriate place.

Leaving her blazer on the chair, she ran to the door, only to find that the knob wouldn't turn. She yanked on the door with all of the strength she could muster, but it only served to make her even more uncomfortable in her sweat soaked clothing. She felt as if she was going to suffocate and quickly tore off her white blouse, sending buttons flying all around her office. Her 34 C breasts were flushed and seemed to be straining against the fabric of her sensible light blue bra.

She grabbed a hair tie and tied up her auburn hair into a ponytail, hoping to relieve some heat from her neck and shoulders. She leaned against her desk to catch her breath, but suddenly felt the sensation of her crotch rubbing up against the corner of the desk. To her shock, she was actually thrusting her hips slightly to create more friction between her crotch and the edge of the desk. She was mortified, unable to believe she'd be so ravenous that her body would start humping her desk without her even consciously thinking about it. And yet, she found herself completely unable to stop.

She picked up the pace and intensity, her breasts bouncing with every thrust against the corner. She needed more. Hastily, she yanked off her skirt, breaking the zipper in the process, before yanking her panties down and off of her legs along with her flats and knee high black socks. Having not seen action in a while, she had a thick auburn bush between her legs that was now completely exposed. Now she was dressed in only her bra, one shoulder strap hanging off her right shoulder as she continued to grind herself against the desk.

Her face and upper chest were now extremely flushed, glowing an attractive pink as she began to moan and grunt with every thrust. Her moans quickly became more frequent and higher pitched, until they became wails. She groped at her breasts through her bra before yanking it over her head, not even bothering with the clasp. Her pink nipples were as hard as diamonds, resting atop rather large red areolas. She fondled them, flicking her thumb across them back and forth, surprised at how sensitive they had become.

"Oh FUCK!" she cried out as she felt her orgasm start to build. This wasn't like her. Her breasts were never this sensitive and she never cried out this loudly before. Something had to be amiss, she just knew it. However, in the moment, she didn't care about any of that. She needed to cum, and she needed to cum right then and there.

Giving up on humping the desk for now, she threw herself onto the floor and attacked her pussy with two fingers, her wetness allowing her to slide in easily already. She frantically fingered her pussy with her right hand while her left alternated between tweaking her perky nipples and rubbing her clit. The force of her fingering grew more powerful, more full of need. Her breasts jiggled and quaked with every thrust as her wails grew louder and higher in pitch.

Finally, the dam broke, and she cried out loud enough for anyone in the offices down the hall to hear her if she hadn't been the only one still in the building. Almost immediately, Sarah felt her body temperature cool down, and she could have sworn she had heard a clicking sound over by the door. Mortified, she looked down at her naked body, still flushed red and covered in sweat. A small puddle of wetness coated the floor between her legs, and her thighs glistened with a mixture of her sweat and arousal as well.

"Jesus... I don't know what just came over me," she muttered to herself, quickly gathering up her clothes. The buttons on her blouse were completely torn off, so she would have to hold it closed as she walked, and the skirt would need to somehow be held up with her other hand as she walked because of the zipper. Normally she'd bring her papers home with her, but she simply didn't have enough hands to carry those while covering what was left of her modesty.

Making herself look as decent as she could, she quickly pulled the curtain back down over the glass case before exiting her office. She wasn't sure what had happened, but she had a feeling that she may need to dig up more information on this statue. As it stood right now, however, she needed to go home and get some rest.

She felt a bit ridiculous getting into her car to return home, having to momentarily allow her skirt to start sliding down as she fished her car keys out, baring her average sized ass to whoever was watching the parking lot cameras that night.

Finally, she returned home, utterly exhausted. She quickly changed into a T-shirt and gym shorts, letting down her hair before climbing into bed. The sensation of the sheets felt more strong, almost as if her entire body was still more sensitive than usual. She felt the familiar arousal build again but forced herself to ignore so she could sleep, knowing she had an early day ahead of her tomorrow.

In her dream, she was suddenly back in her office, but a muscular nude man was standing in front of her desk. The case that held the statue was nowhere to be found.

"Who... who are you?" Sarah asked, trying hard to maintain eye contact and not let her gaze drop between the man's legs. His eyes were piercing and golden color.

"I am Eros, god of love, desire, and sex. You've brought my visage into your land after freeing it from its confinement. As a result, I'm finally free to roam the land and exert my influence as I once did eons ago. You have my gratitude" His voice was deep, and he went down on one knee before her as a sign of thanks. She had to fight the wave of arousal that came from having such a good looking man kneeling nude in front of her.

"Did..." Sarah began, thinking of how to phrase her question or even admit to her behavior from earlier. "Did you cause me to... do all that before?"

"Yes." Eros answered plainly. "You were stressed out and needed some loosening up, so I simply made some adjustments to your environment to allow you to release all of your pent up desires. Is something wrong?"

"Yes, there is!" Sarah answered indignantly. "You can't just make someone do things like that!"

"I didn't make you do anything! I'd never force anyone into anything they don't want, what sort of god do you take me for?" Eros replied back, seemingly genuinely offended. "I simply created very favorable conditions for your more base instincts to be realized. You were completely in control of how you responded. I would have let you out if I truly sensed you didn't want to. Being the god of desire, however, I knew that it was something you secretly wanted. To finally be able to just let loose. Besides, it's not like anyone was around to catch you in a compromising position."

"Tell that to the security guard I probably mooned through the cameras." Sarah replied curtly.

"Yes, forgive me for that. It's been some time, I forgot that you humans can sometimes get a bit carried away and destroy your coverings. Not that I have a problem with the naked body anyway. That's a hang up your kind developed for some reason."

"Look, I'm glad I could free you, but you have to be a little bit more mindful of people's surroundings. I have a reputation to uphold at this university after all. You can't just presume to know what my deepest desires are". Sarah explained to him, her eyes still drifting occasionally to his abs and even lower down.

"Do you honestly mean to tell me it isn't your deepest desire to have me take you right here and now?"

"I... no. I can't tell you that. Because that would be a lie" Sarah said. Animalistic lust overtook her at the thought of being able to have this man, this literal Greek god, have his way with her. To Sarah's surprise, Eros snapped his fingers and all of her clothing tore right off of her body. In an instant, she stood nude before him. Her nipples stood at attention and her pussy was soaking wet, even more so than it was in her office earlier that day.

"I must say, I'm fantastic at foreplay. But something tells me you'd like to skip that part" Eros said coolly, slowly running the back of his fingers along the curves of her body.

"Just hurry up and fuck me" Sarah cried, surprised to hear such vulgarity come from her mouth. Yet she was desperate, and Eros's cock seemed too huge and irresistible to deny herself any longer. She felt him slowly enter her, sliding in to the hilt. She was surprised that it wasn't painful going in, given how large and thick it was, plus it had been a while since she had taken a cock.

"Remember this is your dream, a fantasy," Eros said as if reading her thoughts. "I can make you feel whatever I want you to feel."

"That's great," Sarah said, looking up at him with lidded eyes. "Now make me feel the best orgasm I've ever had"

"With pleasure" Eros grunted before beginning to thrust into her again.

It was as if every nerve ending in Sarah's body lit up all at once. His hands roamed over her breasts and ass while his perfect penis continued to pound into her. When his hands left her breasts, she let out a whine and brought her own hands up to tweak her nipples, her hands moving along with her bouncing tits.

Sarah couldn't remember much from there, only that she quickly came many times in quick succession. Her vision literally went white, and she heard herself let out the most passionate ear piercing scream she had ever heard. She remembers laying naked on her office floor, panting, and covered in sweat and semen. Eros had finished all over her body, and his sperm felt wonderful. She gathered some cum onto her finger and swallowed it, and noted that it even tasted divine.

"Somehow I'm naked and in post orgasmic bliss on my office floor again." Sarah remarked.

"Well at least this time you had a partner! I was more of a voyeur the first time around. I must say, I've missed sex with humans. You were great in spite being so out of practice!" Eros said.

Sarah felt herself blush at the compliment. This god had probably had sex with some of the most beautiful creatures on the planet, and yet he thought she was great at it? She had never seen herself as a very sexual being before, but ever since that statue rolled in her sexuality had came boiling up to the surface. She looked at herself in her office mirror. For the first time in her life, she felt confident and sexy. She felt ready to take on the world.

"Happy we did that?" said Eros with a cheeky smile.

"Very funny. Next time, try not to get me too wet too fast. I kinda like foreplay, even when I don't technically need it."

"All I'm hearing is there will be a next time."

And with that, suddenly Sarah found herself back in her bedroom. The sun was just starting to peek through the blinds in her window. With a groan, she rolled over and checked the time on her phone. 6:26, about 4 minutes before her alarm was set to go off. With a sigh, she decided she might as well start her day now. She went to roll out of bed when she noticed a breeze across her body.

At some point during her dream sex frenzy, she must have tossed off the shirt and shorts she went to bed wearing, as she was now completely nude once again. With a simple shrug of her shoulders, she decided to start getting ready for her day, in no hurry to get dressed.

It seemed she hadn't seen the last of Eros. In fact, it seemed like his adventures in the mortal plane were only getting started.