Pt 9

With judicious use of fingers and tongue, Polkan soon had his young guest crying out in ecstasy. To the artist, there was truly nothing more beautiful in all of creation than the face of an innocent child experiencing sexual delight and he was so pleased that she had suggested an amendment to his design for the statue that she and her siblings would soon be helping him to create. With any luck, his fatal immortalisation process would be able to preserve her with the very expression that he saw now.

Once they were both clean, the artist whispered another instruction for his young guest to call out.

“Shower off!” She commanded forcefully. The water instantly stopped, much to Evie’s delight. The idea of being able to control something like this with her voice was lots of fun and she wondered what other things around the apartment might be controlled in a similar fashion. “Air dry!” She called out as instructed and, from the same jets where the water had been spraying a few moments earlier came gusts of hot air. The little girl danced and twirled around gleefully, something that Polkan found both heartwarmingly beautiful and very arousing. Soon, both were dry, even their hair, and Evie called out the command “End sequence!” bringing the shower experience to a close.

Taking the little girl’s hand once more, Polkan led her over to the bed. He sat down first then helped her up beside him.

“Now,” he smiled, “it is totally up to you what we do next. We could watch a movie or listen to some music or perhaps, if you’d rather, we could…”

“I want to do sex.” She interrupted him abruptly. “Not mouth stuff like we did in the shower, although that was fun!” She blushed a little, slightly embarrassed by her own enthusiasm. “But I want to have proper sex with you now. If you want to, that is?” She asked a little nervously. “Isn’t that what men do with their girlfriends?”

“Well of course I would be delighted.” Polkan took her tiny, delicate hand and kissed it. This is what he had been hoping for and of course Evie was not the first of his models to ask for this final favour from him but he was careful always to let them ask – never to push himself upon them. All the children and teenagers who agreed to become part of his work were already giving him the greatest gift he could imagine. He could not bring himself to ask for one single thing more from them. If they asked it from him, however, that was another matter and he could deny his young subjects nothing. “But you are so very young, still. Very small. And I am a grown man. I am worried that it might hurt for you.”

“In a few hours time I’m going to get burned up into ash!” She reminded him, firmly but without rebuke, “While I’m trapped in a giant piece of stone! I’m pretty sure that’s going to hurt more than you pushing your thing into my pussy.” She looked down at the artist’s manhood which was once again erect. She pushed it down with the tip of her finger and giggled at the way it sprang up again, wobbling. “After all,” she teased, “it’s not like it’s THAT big!” She stuck her tongue out cheekily at her world-famous, rich and handsome boyfriend.

“Oh I see! It’s like that, is it?” Polkan pounced, knocking her onto her back on the soft bed and tickling her around the ribs and belly as she giggled hysterically. “Okay,” he mounted her, the tip of his penis nuzzling at her smooth lips, ready to penetrate her, “are you ready?” She nodded. “You must tell me right away if you want me to stop. Do you promise?” She rolled her eyes at him.

“Yes if I want you to stop, I’ll tell you! Now come on, you might have all the time in the world but I don’t! Get on with it!” Tentatively at first, then more confidently when she showed no signs of distress, Polkan pushed forward and entered the little girl’s virgin passage. The artist was a caring, giving lover and soon had his young friend moaning with delight and more pleasure than she thought it possible to feel. After several minutes, once he could read the signs that her young body was reaching climax, he allowed his own orgasm to come. The lovers climaxed at the same instant and Evie could feel the strange sensation of being filled inside with the same substance that had filled her mouth only a matter of minutes earlier.

Afterwards, they lay cuddled on top of the soft, silken sheets. Polkan caressed her firm buttocks with one hand while playing with her beautiful hair with the other. He could tell that she was on the edge of falling asleep, the new experiences and sensations having taken quite on toll on even her energy levels.

“Promise you’ll never forget me.” She whispered softly, with half closed eyes.

“I promise.” Polkan assured her with a tender kiss on the forehead. With a contented smile on her lips, Evie fell asleep in his arms.