The Decor - Part 5 (Patreon)

Hiss.

He breathes. 

I can feel his chest rising against my own, as oxygen meets his un-petrified lungs.

Without opening his eyes or saying a word, he starts kissing me back.

I raise my hand from his cold stone cock and place it on his now-warm chest, running my fingers through his fur, feeling him coming back to life with every breath.

As the transformation lowers, his hand becomes free. He sends it towards my erect cock, grabbing the tip. I gasp, surprised by his still cold hand, but then succumb to his skilled touch.

His magnificent torso is again made of flesh. Waist down he is still a statue.