The hand that shook her awake was gentle, the tone of voice flat. “Get up. It is time for your first task.”

Ella sat up and rubbed her eyes, the sheets falling off her body and revealing her nudity to her hostess. “This might be easier for you than I had imagined.” Ariminya muttered.

After Nakedella was dressed and taken a piece of fruit for breakfast, she was led into a maze in the back garden. At the center of the maze was a statue, a man with his sword drawn and a scowl on his face.

“Your task today is to bring this statue to life. His family has paid his ransom and we may now let him go.” Ariminya looked her in the eye. “If you fail, your life is forfeit. If you succeed, the maze will let you both out.” She looked over her shoulder at her guest, “Good luck, you will need it.”

Nakedella sighed and watched the hedges close behind her, then turned to face the statue. “All right, junior, what is your problem?”

He seemed to have been frozen in the motion of attacking someone, and he obviously hated the person he was after. His face was a frozen mask of fury.

“Wow, you were in a bad mood when this happened.” Her hand stroked across his cheek and she blinked in surprise as the eyes seemed to flicker. She did it again, and this time, the stone eyes were firmly focused on her.

“Are you in there, can you hear me?” She stopped caressing him and the light in his eyes went cold.

She touched him, and his features began to shift into something less hostile and more pleasant. Slowly and deliberately, she ran her hands down his torso, caressing the stone with as much delicacy as she would living flesh.

A shudder went through him and she was showered in fine flecks of grey powder as the statue began to move.

She kept her hands moving over him ceaselessly and smiled when he dropped his sword. He was moving slowly, but so was the sun. It was taking too long to wake him.

She stepped out of his closing grip and shed her clothing.  Color began to ripple across the stone and mere minutes after she had dropped the last veil, his bright blue eyes were fixed on her every movement.

“Interesting way to re-animate a statue, isn’t it?” Ella’s hair flicked across her breasts as she shook her head to reset her purpose.

His gaze had warmed considerably as her flesh came into view, and the color that flooded his face and hands proved that she was on the right track.

She shifted from foot to foot as she pondered her next move. Just that small bit of movement caused more color to show around his collar and hair, so she began to dance.

She stepped, twisted, shivered and dipped her hips while watching him out of the corner of her eye. As he began to move on the pedestal, she danced closer. His hands began to clench in response to the urge to caress all the pale, smooth flesh that was so tantalizingly out of reach. She circled around him and rubbed the hardened tips of her breasts against his back, feeling the cold stone come to heated life under the contact.

While crossing in front of him, she kept carefully just out of reach, moving back as his hands lifted and extended on arms that were trading the grey of stone for the linen that he was clothed in.

She kept up her seduction until at last his upper body was moving freely. Then she stepped into his grip.

“Woman, you do not know what you are doing to me.” He pulled her against him and sealed her mouth with his. The stone below his hips became warm and pliable, and then hardened once again, this time in a manner she recognized.

As their lips tangled in endless patterns, she shifted one thigh to ride his hip while rocking her damp pussy against the ridge in his trousers.

A harsh groan rewarded her efforts. He used one hand to hold her against him while unbuttoning his pants with the other. In seconds his newly heated flesh was pressing for entrance to her slick depths. A short tilt of her hips and a short thrust of his and he was in her, moving quickly.

It was a great relief for Nakedella to finally be in the arms of a normal man and not of demons. Her cries spurred him on more and more rapidly and in seconds he shuddered and arched, spilling inside her with harsh jerks.

She was so close to release that she simply reached between them and rapidly circled her clit with one finger, her hand slipping in the juices that she had created in their coupling. Her own shuddering moan rent the silence in counterpoint to his panting and gasping for breath. As he stepped off the pedestal with her still around him, the hedge maze dissolved and his path out was clear.

“Thank you for awakening me, fair woman. I will forever be in your debt.” With no further ceremony he dumped her on the ground, adjusted his pants and made a run for it.

She groaned and sat up, taking a handful of grass to wipe the cum from her inner thighs. “That’s gratitude for you.”

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