Touch the Statue

With nowhere else to go, you approached the statue, and with nothing else to do, you reach out to touch it. Were you expecting something to happen? Were you prepared for whatever you might cause? Clearly there was magic in this house, and a statue like this surely would be no exception... you were right.

Your vision blurred and your chest heaved. Your heart felt as though it might explode out of your chest. Through a fog-like reality you could see the woman this statue was based on pinned against a wall, furiously pressing her lips against yours. She was dressed in a beautiful white wedding gown, and you were clearly not the groom. The vision changed again, only briefly, to a ceremony. You stood beside the groom at the alter... you were the best man. He was watching his beautiful fiancé walk down the aisle, bouquet in her hand, veiled like a goddess. She smiled, but she wasn't smiling at him. The vision changed again. You had hoisted her onto a table and lift her dress, tearing it slightly, as you uncovered her soaking sex beneath. You saw him hold her hands. You saw her hands run through your hair as her legs squeezed around your head. You saw him pull her close and kiss her deeply. You saw her sink to her knees and enthusiastically warp those same lips around your cock. You heard the families of both sides cheer and applaud. You heard her gag and **** as she made sure that the evidence of your deed cleanly vanished down her throat before she brushed herself off and prepared to walk to aisle.

You snapped back to reality to find yourself six inches down the throat of the statue. Surprisingly, there was room in the back of its mouth. The memory was yours. Her name was Elise and she had been your best friend from childhood. You had never dated but clearly there was something powerful between you and her. "Do you know what you're getting into?" You heard your voice echo in your memory.

"I don't." You heard your own voice, "But I have to see this though. I have to know what happened."

The voices faded away, leaving you with as many questions as answers. You heard a gentle click and the door opened behind you. The statue before you crumbled into dust.