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The Enchanted Castle
by Larissa (larissa.uk132@gmail.com)

***

A young woman creeps into the grounds of a country 
mansion at sunset, to illicitly explore the beautiful 
grounds. However, she receives rather a surprise when 
the statues come alive. (MMF, fantasy, fisting, anal)

***

Author note: This was inspired by Edith Nesbitt's "The 
Enchanted Castle", which I read and loved as a young 
girl.

***

Kat crept through the gap in the hedge, a sweet 
honeysuckle smell released as she brushed past the 
vegetation into the beautiful gardens, quiet with the 
haze of evening. She stopped, looking to see if anyone 
was around, but the grounds were deserted. Her aunt was 
asleep, and would be for some time, she knew; her 
illness meant she slept a great deal, especially in the 
evenings and at night, and the agency nurse was there 
in any case, to give Kat a break from nursing her. Kat 
crept on, her heart thudding. 

She'd been wanting to look around these grounds for 
years, her aunt had always stopped her from going in, 
even though a simple (somewhat threadbare) hedge 
separated her aunt's garden from the castle grounds, 
and even though her aunt was a family friend of the 
owners... there was something vaguely mysterious about 
it all, and Kat was finally going to find out what it 
was.

She'd been in the grounds a couple of times before, as 
a child, when the family had been invited to a summer 
picnic with the Lowes, the family who owned the castle 
grounds, so she knew her way around, more or less. She 
smiled as she stepped out from behind a large shrub and 
felt the heat of the setting sun on her face, stopping 
a moment to allow the sun's rays to caress her body, 
the heat easily penetrating the thin cotton of the 
skimpy summer dress she wore. 

She wasn't wearing anything else, except a pair of 
sandals on her feet: it was simply too warm for 
underwear, so she went without. She knew from her aunt 
that the Lowes were away, so she really only had to 
avoid a housekeeper or groundsman, and she didn't 
expect to see either of them, although it was a lovely 
evening. She set off towards the lake, looking forward 
to dipping her toes in the cool water.

On the way she passed a statue. In fact, this wasn't 
unusual: the entire garden was full of statues. The 
Lowes had had some crazy ancestor who loved statuary, 
and he filled the garden and house with them, and 
family tradition said something terrible would happen 
to anyone who tried to remove them (indeed, the great-
grandfather of the current Lord had actually tried, a 
week later, pale and shaking, he ordered them put 
back). She stopped and looked at this statue, really 
looked, as she hadn't when she was a child. 

The plinth on the base said "Apollo" and he was a fine 
figure of a statue, a tall man with rippling muscles, 
naked as the day he was born, a bow and arrow in his 
hands at full draw, about to be released in flight. Kat 
found herself admiring his bottom: nicely rounded, and 
she reached up to run her fingers along the curve of 
the taut buttocks. The artist had captured him 
perfectly and she almost expected to feel warm flesh, 
rather than cool stone, but stone was what met her 
fingers and she sighed softly.

"If only, Apollo, if only.. it's been too long. And 
here I am talking to a statue and wishing you were real 
so we could have mad passionate sex..." and then, she 
felt suddenly very silly, talking to a statue, so she 
sighed again and continued her journey to the lake. She 
looked around, refreshing her memory from childhood: 
the statue of the large diplodocus dinosaur in the 
water, more statues around the bank of the lake, 
including statues of animals.. she never felt alone 
here.

She walked up the jetty protruding into the middle of 
the lake and sat on the end, removing her sandals from 
her feet, and letting her legs dangle below her, her 
toes brushing the surface of the water. She loved to do 
this as a child on hot summer days, the fish coming to 
the surface to nibble on her toes. 

She sighed again: she felt profoundly sensual, the 
heat, the peace of the gardens all working its magic on 
her, and it really had been too long, after all, she 
spread her legs, pulled her skirt up, gazing at her 
clit and shaven cunt - the lips so visible, slightly 
puffy with her arousal - and dipped her forefinger 
between her lips to gently rub at the little nub within 
its folds. 

She moaned softly, and lay back on the jetty, her legs 
spreading further, her fingers nudging her lips apart 
to give better access to her clit, feeling the cooler 
air over her hot inner parts, like a lover blowing over 
her cunt. She shuddered, closing her eyes, rubbing a 
little harder, just as the sun dipped behind the 
horizon.

She heard a splash, opened her eyes and looked around 
briefly, but could not see anything, and ignored it, 
figuring it for an animal jumping in the water, and 
continued to rub her clit, which felt so very, very 
good, her other hand reached into her dress, pulling a 
breast over the top, squeezing her nipple, moaning 
softly. Then she froze, as she felt something licking 
her clit, nudging her fingers out of the way. Although 
it felt so very good she had to see who was doing it so 
she opened her eyes and sat up a bit, then froze again. 
Before her was the statue of Apollo, wet, but alive! He 
blinked at her, and gave a lovely, broad smile.

"Hello." He sounded young, as she supposed he was, the 
original, anyway, and she blinked in surprise, brain 
working overtime to try to process this. "We come alive 
after sunset", the statue offered helpfully. "We all 
do. even the diplodocus does." He gestured out to the 
lake, where the large dinosaur was walking out of the 
water, his ponderous head reaching for some nearby 
vegetation. Kat blinked again.

"Of course you do." It was inane, but it was the only 
answer that came to mind, and she couldn't really argue 
that it was impossible, not with the evidence right 
before her eyes! She looked at Apollo again, who by 
this time had lifted himself out of the water onto the 
end of the Jetty next to her, kneeling between her 
spread legs. Kat suddenly blushed, recalling what she'd 
been doing, and how she'd copped a feel of Apollo's 
bottom. Apollo spied the blush, and guessing its cause, 
chuckled.

"You're not the first to do that.. and I don't suppose 
you'd be the last. But we all get hungry, we statues.. 
and not just for food." He reached for her as he spoke, 
pulling her against his hard body, wrapping his arms 
around her. She expected him to be cold, but he was 
quite warm, just still hard, like stone. Living stone.

"You're warm!" she exclaimed, and Apollo chuckled. 
"Yes, quite warm, and quite alive. When the sun sets at 
any rate." And as if to head off any further discussion 
about it, he captured her mouth with his own, kissing 
her deeply, his fingers exploring her bottom, squeezing 
the fleshy muscle as if to repay the compliment she'd 
paid him earlier. 

Kat kissed him back, eagerly, her arousal from earlier, 
which had temporarily fled, returning with a vengeance, 
the heat and smell of her shaven cunt rising around 
them. Apollo broke the kiss, looking down at Kat, and 
with a small oath, took hold of the top of her dress 
and ripped it down the middle, pulling it off her till 
she was quite as naked as he was.

"That's better," he muttered, and dipped his head to 
take one of her nipples into his mouth. Kat felt the 
warmth and wetness around her nipple, dropped her head 
back, thrusting her breast towards him as he held her 
back with one of his strong, sure hands, the other 
being busy at her bottom again, tickling the tight 
rosebud he found between her cheeks. She clenched her 
butt cheeks, capturing his finger for a moment, then 
releasing it, pushing against it, feeling the finger 
push deeper into her. She moaned once more, her cunt 
wet with her juices, grinding against Apollo's body, 
feeling his cock pushing between them.

"Please," she whispered, "please... fuck me!" Apollo 
lifted his head from her breast, staring intently into 
her eyes, and not moving his finger from her asshole, 
shifted her body across him so his cock was poised at 
the entrance to her cunt. She sensed when it was in the 
right place and she pushed down, her wet lips sliding 
over the tip of his cock and she smiled, in triumph, as 
she claimed his cock, Apollo groaning now. She wriggled 
on his lap, trying to take more of him, then he lifted 
his hips and he was in, totally in, and she was full of 
his cock, nudging her cervix - not painfully, but she 
was most aware it was there. 

She squeezed her muscles around him, loving the feel of 
the hard, warm living stone within her, the finger 
within her ass, and she kissed him again, eagerly, her 
tongue wrapping around his. Apollo groaned again, then 
shifted forward, and with his strength, staggered to 
his feet, holding her on him, her legs wrapped around 
his body, still kissing him, and walked to the grass by 
the lake.

Kat jiggled a little on his cock as he walked, rotating 
her hips and grinding down onto him further. She loved 
feeling full, feeling her cunt stretched. He groaned 
once more, and lay down on the grass, keeping her atop 
him, and he gazed up at her lovely body in the 
twilight. He pulled his finger from her ass, bringing 
it to his mouth, sucking it, as he held Kat's gaze. She 
shuddered and began to move, first from a kneeling 
position, rising and falling on his cock, then as she 
needed more, needed to move faster, shifting to a 
squatting position, her legs spread wide, so he could 
view his cock going in and out of her body.

They groaned anew, and Apollo reached forward, his 
fingers trapping and squeezing her engorged clit. His 
thumbnail grazed the tip of it, and she fucked harder, 
her head thrown back, intent on nothing but her 
approaching orgasm. He did it again, and she gasped, 
reaching back behind her to her own ass, pushing a 
couple of fingers up her ass. The extra tightness did 
it for her, and she exploded, jerking on his cock, 
screaming with the force of her release.

She sagged over him for a moment, wearily sliding her 
fingers from her ass, then lifted her head to look at 
him. He was lying there, smiling at her, his fingers 
laced behind his head. She smiled back, a little shyly, 
but didn't make any move to get up. He was still rock 
solid inside her, for one thing, and for another, she 
wasn't sure he would go "soft" like a man would. "How 
do you tell if a... a statue has orgasmed?" she 
thought, and the incongruousness of it made her giggle. 
Apollo raised an eyebrow at her, silently enquiring, 
and she rushed to explain.

"Ah," he said, "we don't go soft as men do, no. But our 
cocks do become more flexible afterwards, it is true, 
but trust me, my dear lady, when I tell you that if I 
had come, you would know." His knowing smile backed up 
the truth of his words, and she had little trouble 
believing it. She wondered what it was like.

"Would you like to?" she asked, but before he could 
reply, a voice cut through their interlude.

"Ho! Apollo!" the two lovers looked up to see another 
man striding across the lawn towards them. "And what 
have we here?! a guest? and you aren't sharing? How 
selfish of you, Apollo!" He said, with a broad smile, 
and Apollo laughed.

"Hermes! You thief!" and now Kat noticed the little 
wings attached to the man's sandals that were 
indicative of his identity. "Hermes, meet..." and 
Apollo's voice trailed off as he realised he had no 
knowledge of Kat's name, and he blushed. Hermes 
laughed.

"Typical Apollo: get in there and fuck without even an 
introduction first!" Kat blushed too, knowing she was 
just as responsible for the quickness of the coupling, 
and reached up to shake Hermes' hand.

"Kat", she said, liking the jovial Hermes very much. 
admiring his body much as she had admired Apollo's 
earlier, her cunt twitching, pulsating around Apollo's 
cock and betraying her thoughts to him. He smiled, 
because he knew just what would come next, and pulled 
Kat forward onto him, so her breasts were lying on his 
chest and whispered in her ear.

"Want him to join us?" is all he said, but the 
answering twinge as Kat's cunt gripped his cock 
answered his question, and he chuckled, looking up at 
Hermes. "I think, old friend that the lady would like 
very much to explore your body" and Hermes laughed with 
him, coming to stand by them, and Kat sat up, so that 
she could reach his hard body. Her hands ran over his 
skin, living stone, much like Apollo's, and watched as 
his cock began to rise under his loincloth.

"Does this come off?" she asked, and Hermes removed it, 
flinging it onto the grass behind them. Kat smiled up 
at him, his cock at the perfect level to slide into her 
mouth. Her tongue caressed the hard stone within her 
mouth, feeling the contours, dipping the tip of her 
tongue into the hole at the end. She felt his hands 
grip her hair, and below her, Apollo's cock jerking a 
little within her cunt, as he watched them, and she 
began to slide up and down on Apollo's cock once more. 

Her hands slid around to hold Hermes' butt, her finger 
stroking first the crack, then the crinkled asshole 
between them, and there was an answering groan from 
above her, and he began to stroke in and out of her 
mouth. Kat slid a finger in, wriggling the tip of it 
within his body, feeling her body beginning to respond 
once more.. until, suddenly, her mouth was left bereft, 
as Hermes pulled away from her. He bent down to Apollo 
and whispered in his ear, which Kat couldn't hear, and 
saw Apollo nod, and Hermes look up at her.

"Dear lady, I want to try something with you.. if you 
wouldn't mind?" and he lay on the ground, next to them, 
as Apollo started to push at Kat, and Hermes held his 
hands out to Kat. "Straddle my head, if you would", he 
said, and Kat complied, wondering what they had in 
store for her, as she straddled Hermes head, on her 
knees, facing his cock, in the classic 69. She half 
expected him to reach up to lick her, but was surprised 
when he reached through her legs with his arms, then 
pushed her bottom, so that she shuffled a little 
further down his body, the backs of her knees hooked 
underneath his upper arms. 

She reached out to take his cock back into her mouth, 
but he jerked away from that. "Not yet, Kat, wait a 
moment", he said, and she felt his hands stroking her 
bottom, his fingers running up and down her wet slit. 
She gasped, then, as fingers were pushed into her, 
fucking her, first two, then three, then four, 
stretching her, opening her, then he pushed harder, his 
thumb tucked into his palm, Kat gasping in amazement as 
slowly, achingly slowly, his hand pushed into her. She 
expected him to stop at some point, perhaps when the 
thumb pad reached the entrance, but he didn't, his 
fingers curled into the palm as he pushed inside and 
then.. amazingly, his entire hand was inside her.

Kat reached between her legs in wonderment, feeling 
around his wrist, checking for herself that his entire 
hand was inside her. She knew what had happened, of 
course, she wasn't so gauche not to have heard of 
fisting, but this was a first for her. She felt so 
full, so stuffed, and with such an amazing connection 
to Hermes, she squeezed her muscles around his hand and 
groaned at the sensation. Hermes twisted his hand 
inside her, and she gasped with it, feeling his 
knuckles shift inside her, she pushed back onto his 
hand, wanting more, like a bitch in heat. 

She felt Hermes shift below her, warmth, wetness and 
suction on her clit, and bucked onto his hand and 
mouth, feeling aroused like she'd never been aroused 
before. his hand was almost punch fucking her now, 
pulling in and out of her cunt, and his tongue lapped 
at her lips around his wrist. Kat's head swam, with the 
strength of her arousal, the obscenity, almost, of 
their fucking, the experience, everything.

But things were nowhere near over for her. Her head 
jerked up as she felt something shift behind her, and 
nudge against her asshole. She lifted her head and 
looked over her shoulder, and saw Apollo behind her. 
He'd straddled Hermes too, holding his cock, and was 
pressing it into her ass. She didn't know if it would 
fit - she'd been fucked in the ass before, but not like 
this!! She felt Apollo press forward once more, her 
puckered hole slowly giving way under the relentless 
pressure. She pushed backwards, then, suddenly, the 
pressure gave, and his head slid in. 

Both he and Kat groaned with pleasure, as he slid 
deeper into her, slowly, till he was tight against her 
body and he had no more to give. Hermes then twisted 
his hand within Kat's cunt, making both Apollo and Kat 
moan again, then Apollo started to pump in and out, 
gently at first, then, as Kat's ass loosened up, faster 
and faster. Kat leant forward and took Hermes' cock 
into her mouth once more, each nudge of Apollo's cock 
thrusting her onto Hermes' cock, then backwards 
slightly as Apollo pulled back. 

The three of them worked together, fucking harder and 
faster, doing their best to pleasure each other, to 
bring all three to orgasm, when suddenly Apollo 
stiffened, closed his eyes and jerked uncontrollably 
within Kat's ass, and Kat felt hot liquid spurt inside 
her, lots of it, more than a human male would, he kept 
spasming, pumping, his cock spurting more and more 
fluid. Hermes was licking and biting her clit, and just 
as Apollo started to come, he fastened his mouth to her 
clit and sucked on it, hard, and it wasn't long before 
she too slid over the edge, her cunt pulsating around 
Hermes' hand, Apollo's cock, making Apollo shout out 
his pleasure, slamming his cock into Kat's ass as hard 
as he could, pushing her mouth, her throat onto Hermes' 
cock. 

Hermes felt his cock gripped by her tight throat and, 
not being able to help himself, jerked his hips up into 
her face, mashing her nose into his ball sack, and 
spewing hot come down her throat, so much she was 
unable to keep up with it, and it bubbled up past his 
cock and out her mouth. It tasted different to men's 
come - sweet and frothy, and Kat swallowed as much as 
she could, greedily, licking his cock clean.

Apollo was the first to disengage. He staggered 
backwards, lying on the grass with a content, satisfied 
sigh. Kat released Hermes' cock and looked back at him 
through her legs. He slid his hand from her pussy, then 
lay back, as Kat slid from his body to lie next to him 
on the grass, sighing softly as the cooler night breeze 
caressed her hot body. She looked around, aware, 
suddenly, of the passage of time, and that while they 
had been occupied, it had grown dark. she turned onto 
her side, propped her head on a hand, and looked over 
at Hermes and Apollo.

"Hey, um, guys. What time do you think it is?" Apollo 
looked over at her, slightly wistfully.

"Probably around ten of the o'clock, dear lady.. why do 
you ask?" he replied.

"Mostly cos I'm wondering how much longer I have before 
you guys turn back to stone.. which I presume happens 
at sunrise?"

"Yes. We must return to our places when the sky begins 
to turn light, and when the first direct rays peep over 
the horizon, we return to stone." he said, with a soft 
sigh.

Kat mused over his reply, for a bit, then asked "Are 
you .. aware, during day light hours?"

"We can be." he replied. "Most of us choose to sleep 
during that time. I had just woken when I felt and 
heard you earlier. Of course, I could not move at the 
time, the sun not having set. But we who must be as 
stone during day's hours chose to spend them asleep, so 
as to have the most time free during twilight hours... 
when we cavort, frolic, make love such as you have 
seen, with The Family, with guests, although there are 
not many of those these days. And sometimes, once in a 
while, new statues join us."

Kat nodded, mulling things over in her mind. It was 
clear that the Lowe family knew of this, hence the 
tradition that the statuary must not be removed from 
the gardens. She wondered if her aunt had known. She 
hoped she had. She loved the frail old lady, and Kat 
liked the idea that her dying aunt had known the same 
pleasures as she had received tonight. Then she sat 
bolt upright.

"Hang on a minute.. ALL the statues come alive at 
night?" Kat was remembering the statues of some truly 
ferocious creatures, a sabre-toothed tiger and a lion 
amongst them. Hermes laughed at the look on her face.

"Worry not, dear lady. The statues may not harm a 
guest, or each other, and part of the housekeeper's job 
is to leave out victuals." Kat breathed out a sigh of 
relief in response and lay back on the grass, relaxing.

After a while, Apollo got to his feet and held his 
hands out to Kat and Hermes. "Come, friends, I think we 
should introduce Kat to the others - they'll be 
wondering where we are, and I am hungry!" He hauled Kat 
and Hermes to their feet, and they began walking 
towards the house.

"Will the housekeeper be there?" asked Kat, nervously, 
remembering she wasn't really supposed to be here.

"No," replied Hermes, "Although she knows about us, we 
make her nervous, so she leaves before sunset. If The 
Family aren't here, then no others remain here. After 
all, who would break in?" the two statues chuckled, 
although Kat didn't join in.

"Um.. I'm not really supposed to be here. I mean..." 
she stammered as they turned to look at her sternly, "I 
came here as a child, picnics with The Lowes, my aunt 
lives in Rose Cottage, I'm staying with her. I just .. 
the grounds are so beautiful and I wanted to see them 
one last time before she dies." The gaze of the statues 
softened.

"Your aunt.. would be Patricia?" asked Hermes.

"Yes," replied Kat. Her memory is fading now, she's.... 
not as she used to be. She came here?", she asked, her 
voice tinged with sadness.

"She did," confirmed Apollo, "Many years ago, when she 
was as you are now. Young, vibrant. She learned the 
secret of the castle, and as such was our guest for 
years. But we had not seen her in a while, and we 
grieved so.. and now we know why. Please, give the lady 
my regards, Kat, my very fond regards, I miss her 
dearly. But to return to you: Any family of Patricia is 
welcome here, Kat, I sense no duplicity in you."

Kat breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't want to lose 
her newfound friends, and she slipped her hands into 
theirs as she walked between them, happy, content and 
relaxed as they neared the castle. She smiled up at 
them, even adding a happy lil skip, then cursed under 
her breath as they crossed the graveled path in bare 
feet, before reaching the cool paving stones of the 
courtyard to the house, where a crowd turned to greet 
her.

"Friends! We have a visitor!" boomed Apollo, who 
gestured towards Kat. Kat blushed slightly, and, 
feeling rather ridiculous, offered a small dip of a 
curtsey to the statues now crowding around her. She 
could see they ranged from other human figures to 
animals, in fact, the only one that seemed to be 
missing was the diplodocus - which was rather a good 
thing, as he would've dwarfed the courtyard. Apollo 
seemed to read her thoughts, because he leaned close to 
whisper "Samuel stays outside, sometimes he looks over 
the house into the courtyard to join the merriment, but 
he's aware his size causes problems so he contents 
himself with swimming and eating. We may see him 
later."

Kat looked at Apollo in puzzlement. "Samuel?" Apollo 
smiled.

"The dinosaur statue." he said, and Kat nodded. Then 
she felt Hermes tugging her hand, and she followed him 
into a receiving line, where she met all the statues, 
whose names she would never remember, and found a plate 
of food pressed into her hand. She nibbled on the food, 
listening to conversations around her - the animal 
statues could speak - till, finally, she found herself 
nodding off, and looked up to see the moon high in the 
sky. And then Apollo, her dear Apollo was there once 
more.

"You need to sleep, dear lady?" he asked, and Kat 
nodded, gratefully. He led her to a room with a 
comfortable sofa, and a blanket. "The Family often rest 
in here, when they are home, we do not expect them to 
keep to our hours," he explained.

Kat looked up at him. "You will wake me before dawn?" 
He nodded, and she snuggled into the blanket 
gratefully, and before very long, she was fast asleep. 
The next thing she knew, Apollo was gently kissing her 
awake.

"Dawn is not far off, my friend. I must return to my 
pedestal." Kat nodded, sitting up and shaking off her 
sleep, rising to walk with Apollo, but he stopped and 
handed her a robe. "It is cool out there," and she 
smiled gratefully, whispering thank you, and slipping 
into it. They walked back to the pedestal in 
companionable silence, holding hands. When they reached 
the pedestal, Kat looked at Apollo.

"Will you be back tonight?" she asked.

Apollo nodded. "We wake after sunset each and every 
night. And you are always welcome here, Kat... 
indeed..." a mischievous grin crossed his face, "I 
rather hope you do come back!" Kat grinned back at him, 
feeling her cunt stir and a throb of arousal shoot 
through her body.

"I'll be back," she said. "I want to find out more 
about you... all of you... if I can keep up with you!" 
Apollo dipped his head to give her a tender, sweet 
kiss, then leapt onto his pedestal, picked up his bow 
and arrow and drew it, as she had first seen him, just 
as dawn's first ray's shot across the horizon, bathing 
the statue, returning it to cold stone. 

She sighed, rested her head on his foot a moment, 
knowing he would feel it, then kissed the top of it. 
"Sleep well, my wonderful Apollo, and I'll be here when 
you wake," she said, then, picking up the tattered 
remains of her dress and sandals from the jetty, she 
set out across the gardens back to her aunt's house. 

When she got back, she let herself into her aunt's room 
and stood there, looking down at her aunt, glad that 
her seemingly lonely aunt had lived, even if she hadn't 
known just how, until the previous night. Then, her 
aunt opened her eyes, looked at Kat.

She whispered, "You know, don't you?" and Kat, leaning 
forward to hear her, nodded with a satisfied smile. 
Patricia saw it, knew the smile for what it was and 
answered with a similar smile. "Apollo?" she whispered, 
and Jess nodded once more.

"He asked me to give you his regards, Auntie.. His very 
fond regards, he misses you dearly." Patricia smiled 
happily, then drifted off to sleep once more. Jess 
smiled herself, reached out to stroke her Aunt's hair, 
then left her to sleep, and her memories of a 
beautiful, enchanted garden and castle. 

END

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