Larisse’s hands felt like they were about to fall off when she threw the tool belt onto the table to take a sip from her water bottle.

Almost three months of hard work were behind her, and even though Larisse was glad she took the job in the end. It was not the kind of work she wanted to be remembered for. But this one statue would keep her financially afloat for a long time.

She wiped the dust from her glasses, only then noticing the time her battered-up phone showed, already past 2 AM.

Stretching her aching body, she took a good look at the surrounding studio. The hard work had left it in a miserable state. Everything was covered in thick dust, even she herself did not take good care of how she looked anymore. Her work had drawn all of her time and attention.

Standing in the center of the chaos she had made, Larisse took a step back, inspecting her ‘masterpiece.’

There he was, Zeus himself, kneeling in front of her, huge, his face held that familiar expression one knew from similar busts or statues of him. Naked, and his hard marble member in full display, permanently erect.

Her client had been very specific about the whole thing. Not just any cock would do for this private collection. It had to be perfect. Every vein, every contour, she had to control herself not to roll her eyes when it was explained to her.

She picked up her finest gouge and ran it along the marble shaft, shaving off slivers that caught the light like tiny crystals. The repetitive motion should have been meditative. Instead, heat pooled low in her belly. Again. This had been happening more and more during the last few weeks.

Her fingers already trembled as she switched to sandpaper, 400 grit, then 600, then 800. Each stroke brought the surface closer to flawless smoothness, and each stroke made her breath catch a little more.

She should have stopped an hour ago, she thought, before her mind drifted off.

The way the paper whispered against the cold marble felt way too intimate; she had been stroking that marble cock literally for hours in the last few days. The thought made her smirk, and she had to admit it had become quite a turn-on.

 ***

Two weeks later

She should not even be there, Larisse knew; all was done, the transport arranged. But on her way home after yet another boring Tinder date, she felt like looking after Zeus once more just to be sure everything was in order still.

Larisse circled the statue slowly, hands clasped behind her back.

She had spent weeks refining every detail, each curve and definition studied and refined over and over.

"You're ridiculous," she thought, stopping at the base. "Absolutely ridiculous."

Tomorrow was the day that thing would leave her workshop for good, making room for something else. She did not know what it would be, but nothing like Zeus there kneeling in front of her.

Her palm pressed against the cold stone of his thigh, feeling the texture differences between rough muscle and polished skin. The contrast sent an unexpected shiver through her.

Without realizing it, her fingers moved, touching the smooth marble, not searching for imperfections, not anymore. She had carved out quite a man, a gigantic man, almost double the size of a human.

A fact that made the main attraction of the statue stand out even more, its proportions even more obvious, kept drawing in her long fingers.

"Dammit," she whispered, touching more of the cool stone.

The fantasy had started subtly during those first rough shaping sessions when the form was still abstract. The thought of being taken by her creation crept into her dreams.

Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips.

She gripped the base, her fingers making contact with the carved testicles, feeling their size. Heavy. Permanent. Everything a man's body could be, captured in eternal marble.

Her eyes closed, she followed the form of his marble member, her fingers barely able to reach around it. It felt amazing holding him like this, a way she had not touched a cock in ages.

Her thighs pressed together unconsciously as she stepped closer until her stomach pressed against his massive shaft.

Nails scraped lightly over the head, following the groove where pre-come would pool on flesh.

This was insane. Professional insanity. She had modeled and painted nude figures throughout her career. Male, female, abstract, realistic. Never once had she felt anything like this.

Her lips parted slightly as she leaned down; the absurdity of what she was doing made her pulse race faster. The cool marble pressed against her lips, so smooth, so perfect, made with her own hands.

A kiss. Just a kiss.

"Oh my God," she whispered, standing upright again, her hands still magically attached to the marble cock. "What am I doing?"

Larisse's mind drifted to the space between her legs. Months. It had been months since she felt the stretching pressure of a hard cock. Her fingers tightened on the marble as she looked into Zeus’s face, looking down at her.

“You could, couldn’t you?” Larisse said, her gaze drifting down his body.

Larisse's fingers worked the button of her jeans, followed by the sound of the zipper opening slowly. She did not drop her pants right away, still unsure if she should proceed or laugh it off.

But her body had made up its mind already, her pulsing sex calling for her attention. Her right hand slipped inside her open pants, making contact with her cotton panties.

Moving her fingers down her little cameltoe, she held her breath, just then realizing how wet she already was.

She was on autopilot now; her pants and underwear were still moving down over her knees as she started climbing onto Zeus.

Seconds later, Larisse's bare pussy hovered inches from the marble shaft. The position was less than comfortable, but so much of a turn-on, she had to pause. Looking down her body, the view was both comical and arousing at the same time.

His enormous cock, ready for action, dwarfed her pelvis hovering over it. As she was literally about to drip, Larisse lowered herself a little, making the slightest contact with the cold stone member.

She barely noticed the coldness of it because of her own all-consuming heat. Gliding him through the furrow of her sex made her moan and curse at herself at the same time.

The shiny marble was getting slicker with each pass of her lips gliding along, slowly circling it on the edge of giving in to her craving. Her cheeks were burning red, and her thighs were weakening.

“Fuck!”

She lowered herself slowly, her eyes glued to the marble cock stretching her in ways that made her toes curl as it sunk into her.

Her hands gripped his stone thighs for leverage, feeling the muscles she had carved into them.

Larisse gasped, her back arching instinctively as the cold stone stretched her in ways she hadn’t even dreamed of before.

She couldn’t move or breathe.

"You want this."

Her hips tilted forward of their own accord, sinking deeper. The unyielding stone dragged against tender flesh, as her hip’s movement followed the curve of his length.

The marble cock’s icy surface quickly heated from the feverish heat of her starved-out sex.

Slowly but surely, her movement started, even going a little deeper every few strokes. Her juices made him glide in and out with ease, despite her ‘little kitties’ tight embrace.

Her gaze wandered back and forth between Zeus’s perfectly modeled body and the huge artificial cock disappearing inside her.

But Larisse wanted more; she needed to have him faster, harder. She needed more leverage to work him without breaking herself on the cock that would never give in.

"You're fucking nuts," she gasped.

Pearls of sweat were forming on her face while she slowly rode him, and her mind debated with itself on how crazy she must be for doing this. All while her pace quickened further. The marble stretched her impossibly wide, taking a little more with each downward stroke.

No pain, just growing need and pleasure dominated her senses. Her body was acclimating to what it had never experienced before. Her pussy clenched, trying to milk the stone cock she knew could never respond.

She lifted herself higher, angling her body to let him have her at just the right angle. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head when his monstrous marble cock hit that spot at just the perfect depth.

"That's it," she moaned. “Oh, fuck, yes!”

A few more strokes and Larisse felt her orgasm building, her vision whited out, stars exploding behind her eyelids as she came hard. It took all her strength to hold herself from sliding even further down the giant shaft past the point of pleasure.

The room seemed to spin around her as she carefully lifted herself, looking down at her lips contracted as Zeus left her slowly. The sight of more and more of the marble cock sliding out of her was making her bite the corner of her lip once again.

Her breath slowly returning filled the silence of the room as she lifted herself back to a standing position. Her legs were shaking, both from the workout and the orgasm. When the marble shaft finally slipped out of her, the sensation made her toes curl once more.

She could not believe she had just fucked all THAT, she thought as the cold studio air swept over her sweaty, wet body, making her shiver.

While dressing, her eyes kept going back to him, her masterpiece, her toy. She didn't think about cleaning up or what came next. Just stood there looking at him.

 ***

Weeks later, Larisse was hiding behind her glass of wine as she listened, but barely participated in what happened around her. From where she stood near the back, she looked more like someone who had wandered in from the street.

Zeus dominated the center of the room on his custom platform. It felt like showing off her secret affair.

And it was still her secret, Larisse thought, even now that half the city's art collectors stood gaping at him.

Two young women had drifted toward the statue, probably art students given their age and the way they leaned into each other, whispering. They circled him slowly, taking in the proportions, or maybe just the one of them that mattered.

Larisse watched from across the room as one woman stopped directly in front of him. Her eyes traveled down his carved body, lingering on the inevitable focal point.

She could see it then, the exact moment the girl's body responded to the sight, the dirty thoughts surfacing. The slight parting of her lips.

“Gotcha,” Larisse said to herself while taking a sip of her wine.