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  Leaning forward slightly, she raised her hips and positioned herself above the head of the jade cock. Each brush of the stone against her skin, from her breasts against his chest to her slick folds against the solid tip of his cock, was enough to make her shudder with increased desire. When she pressed down, her lips spread wide and she pivoted her hips in a tight circle, sliding her clit around the tapered head. Little pulses of pleasure shot through her as she did so, making her moan softly.

  “You feel nice.” She looked into the dragon’s stony eyes beneath his horned brow and imagined she could see a flicker of recognition there. “Are you ready for my virgin pussy to wake you up?” She giggled nervously at her attempt at dirty talk, but it somehow made things easier. Finally she angled her hips so that his tip pressed directly against her hot, clenching opening and began to press down slowly.

  She stopped when she hit painful resistance. Pretend you’re ripping off a Band-Aid, silly. Just get it done.

  With that thought, she gritted her teeth and plunged her hips downward, seating herself entirely onto the dragon’s massive erection with a loud cry. She immediately bit her lip and blinked away the tears that sprung to her eyes in response to the sting of her hymen breaking and the thick shaft stretching her wide open. She glanced into the room, but the others were being far too uninhibited in their own fun to have heard her little outburst.

  In an attempt to distract herself from the pain, she leaned against the dragon’s chest and grazed her nipples over the smooth stone again. At the same time, she began rubbing her clit gently with one finger, the zing of pleasure making the ache in her pussy all but disappear. Bracing her knees on the statue’s thighs, she rose up slowly, her eyes fluttering at the slick friction of the smooth polished cock as all its contours rubbed against her sensitive inner flesh. She could even feel the thick ridge on the underside that led to the rounded flare of its head.

  “Oh, wow, you do feel good,” she murmured, sinking back down again. The pressure of the dragon’s thick length inside her caused a pleasant buzz of sensation with each stroke, up then back down, as slowly as she could.

  After the third stroke the pain was completely forgotten, replaced by urgent need to find her peak. She sensed that this time when she came it would be nothing like the times she’d toyed with herself to orgasm. No, she was filled so completely by the hard, smooth stone, she almost forgot she was fucking an inanimate object.

  A fresh sheen of sweat broke out over her entire body and she panted out little whimpers against the dragon’s chest. The temperature beneath her palms seemed to rise with each thrust of her hips. The cock deep inside her had more give against her needful thrusts, but she had no frame of reference to consider why.

  She turned her head to face the open doorway just visible beyond the edge of the dragon’s wing that still shielded her from view. A shiver of pleasure ran through her at the sight of Eben, standing now, his beautiful cock erect and about to be serviced by the pretty dragon-woman on her knees before him. Oh, to taste him like that. Then her eyes flitted to Erika who now lay back, her chest arched up and her pussy being thoroughly attended to by the red-haired dragon-man with a tongue that looked impossibly long and agile.

  “I wonder, do you have a tongue like that?” she whispered to her serene and silent lover. Impulsively she brushed her lips across the end of his carved and slightly open snout, teasing her tongue between the smooth jade of his lips. He tasted of earth and sex, and a tiny jolt hit her tongue like she’d just touched it to the end of a battery.

  The sharp sensation set off a chain reaction through her body. The tingling began in her core and her pussy began to clench in steady spasms. It came on so suddenly it surprised her. She clutched at the dragon’s shoulders, gasping for breath, but unable to stop moving her hips—it felt so good. Then it overtook her like a wildfire, consuming her from head to toe.

  She arched her back and cried out, rising up and slamming down again and again just to prolong the pleasure. The dragon’s shoulders gave beneath her fingertips and his wings shuddered. His eyes flashed bright silver; a gust of white smoke rushed from his mouth followed by a low, curious growl.

  With his first solid thrust back, she screamed in unbridled ecstasy, and everything went black.

  Chapter Two

  In spite of the spectacular blow job he was enjoying, Eben’s attention immediately shifted to the sound of the scream from outside the door. He placed a hand against the dragon Issa’s cheek, but she’d already slipped her sweet, violet lips off his cock and turned her head to face the direction of the noise.

  “The virgin has awakened a guardian,” she whispered, her eyes growing wide.

  “What?” Eben asked. He looked toward the doorway. Erika and Geva were equally distracted by the sound, Geva already striding toward the door.

  A second later the figure of a huge, muscular man filled the doorway. He had white hair flowing to his shoulders, interrupted by two huge horns that jutted up from his brow. Intense, silver eyes surveyed the room from beneath heavy, white eyebrows. He held the slack form of an unconscious, naked woman in his arms.

  “What the fuck?” Eben muttered. Was he another dragon come to life? He must be, considering those horns and his unworldly eyes. When Eben spied the long, golden length of Camille’s braid trailing over the man’s arm, cold rage coursed through him. Before he could think, he was running for the man, ready to pummel him to pieces, no matter how much bigger he was.

  “Let her go!” Heedless of his nakedness he swung a hard punch that squarely met the man’s jaw. In spite of the strength behind the punch, it had no effect aside from numbing Eben’s arm to the elbow.

  “Eben, no!” Erika shrieked. Three sets of hands soon held him back.

  “Eben,” Issa’s softer voice said. “Let him speak. She awakened him, he couldn’t have forced her. The virgin always makes her own choice during the ritual, and she made hers. Much sooner than is common, but still, it was meant to happen.” Looking at the towering dragon-man who held Camille’s unconscious body she said gently, “Roka, is this the virgin?”

  The large, pale man nodded his horned head solemnly but didn’t speak.

  Eben clenched his fists ready to swing again, but thought better of it. “She doesn’t belong to you, you bastard,” he bit out through clenched teeth. “What the fuck did you do to her?”

  The pale eyes narrowed on him, assessing him and contemplating. He looked like he was about to speak but held his response in check.

  “She chose you, didn’t she, Roka?” Issa said, ignoring Eben’s outburst. “That means you have unlimited leave to speak now.”

  The man studied Issa from beneath a creased brow. His lips pursed and his frown deepened. After a pregnant moment he took a breath. In a deep, growling voice he said, “Her nirvana awakened me, but she fell unconscious before the awakening was complete. I am worried for her.”

  He turned his gaze to Eben, his low voice steady and calm. “This woman has a mild affliction. If you care about her, human, you will let me heal her affliction. I will give her to you now as a show of trust until you decide.”

  Eben nodded and held out his arms. When the larger man transferred Camille to him, Eben immediately carried her to the altar in the center of the room and sat with her cradled in his lap.

  “Cammy, wake up.” He caressed her cheek, noting how flushed and warm she was to his touch. “Someone bring her some water!” he called out to the room. Unsure what else to do, he bent and whispered in her ear. “Camille, it’s Eben. Please wake up, baby.”

  He gazed at her unconscious face, regretting that he’d never tried to talk to her in depth, to nurture some kind of connection. He’d been such a fool.

  He wasn’t oblivious to the way she’d looked at him since meeting her months ago, but had always preferred a woman to make the first move, something she never seemed too keen on doing. Over the course of their journey, he’d watched her covertly, curious to see if she would come out of
her shell. When she finally did, it was only when she believed he wasn’t looking. During those rare moments, he would catch her in uninhibited discussion with one of the others and marvel at how beautiful she was. Unfortunately she always clammed up as soon as she caught him watching. Her pretty blushes as a result had begun to incite a kind of desire even Erika had never been able to draw from him.

  A couple weeks into their expedition he’d finally decided to do something about it, yet she’d somehow inadvertently turned the tables on him. He found himself at a complete loss as to how to approach her, yet wanted her more than ever.

  The idea of her being with another man enraged him after all the nights he’d spent fantasizing about being with her.

  He looked up when the large figure of Roka knelt in front of him. “Leave her alone!” he yelled, shooting the other man a heated glare.

  Issa sat beside Eben and laid a gentle hand on his arm. “Eben, he can help, but you need to help him, too. The part of the ritual to awaken him is incomplete.”

  “He looks awake enough to me. He can go fuck himself.”

  Roka snorted. “If only it were that easy. But that’s not how it works. She chose me; she awakened me with her nirvana. But if I don’t find my own with her I will sleep again and the ritual is rendered null.”

  Erika piped up. “Null? You mean we’d have to start over?”

  “Not entirely,” Issa said. “But you would need a fresh virgin. If you have one it should be no issue, but either way Roka will sleep for another cycle for having failed in this one.” She gave Roka a mournful look and traced her lavender fingertips over one of his horns.

  Eben darted his eyes between the two dragons, trying to comprehend what they were saying. He turned and looked plaintively at Kris who still stood in the corner, every bit as much a sentinel as all the statues that littered this place. Kris only nodded slightly and said, “She speaks the truth.”

  The body in Eben’s arms shifted and a soft, groggy voice said, “Eben?”

  “Camille? Oh, thank fuck. Are you alright?”

  “What’s going on? Where am I? Did… did it work?”

  He glanced at Roka, who now sat back on his haunches watching silently. Eben met the man’s eyes and swallowed tightly before looking back down at Camille’s pretty, flushed face. “If you mean did you manage to wake one of them, yes. I’m impressed.” And, in truth, he was impressed. The knowledge that she’d taken it upon herself to do something so overtly sexual changed his perception of her drastically, and in a way that aroused him to no end.

  “I did? Where… where is he?” she asked bashfully. Eben raised his eyes to Roka.

  Camille turned her head. “What’s your name?” she asked.

  “Rokaurasaelaethessis. They call me Roka, my love.”

  She shifted and the slight movement reminded Eben how very naked and soft she was cradled in his arms.

  “You can call me Camille. After all, we did just… um… fuck. If we’re being super technical, I kind of raped you.”

  Roka nodded. “Yes, we did, Camille. And no, you didn’t rape me. I was born willing, as are all dragons. But something happened to you before my awakening was completed. Are you alright? My only care is for your well-being.”

  Camille’s eyes widened and she sat up abruptly in Eben’s lap. It took all his concentration to focus on her words and not the insanely fantastic feel of her lush bottom against his swelling erection. Her complete lack of modesty under the circumstances surprised him, too.

  “You didn’t finish? Oh no! I remember what the text says. You have to finish! The ritual depends on it!”

  Roka nodded and met Eben’s eyes, the gesture indicating some deference to his feelings at least. Eben slid his hand possessively around Camille’s waist, wanting nothing more than to touch her now, to lay her down and spread her open and have her, and damn the ritual. With the barest glance, Roka rose and walked away.

  Eben grimaced at the pang of guilt he felt and called out. “How much time do you have before it’s too late?”

  “Once the ritual is begun it must be completed within the span of a day. I have only a few hours.”

  Would it be enough time for Eben to get used to the idea of watching Camille fuck this other man? He couldn’t decide if he’d hate it or enjoy it.

  Eben looked down at Camille again. Her brow was creased and she gnawed distractedly at her lower lip. He followed her gaze to where Erika was seated on a polished jade chaise along one wall, resting in intimate connection with Geva. The red dragon-man seemed to be telling her quiet stories while he caressed her from head to toe.

  “Erika’s done with me,” he said. “I was never enough for her.”

  “Are you sad?” She looked into his eyes without judgment or accusation—only curiosity.

  “No. I’m … Christ, Camille, ever since I met you I haven’t been able to think of anything else. You’re all I want. I just hope you want me, too.”

  Her eyes widened at his confession, and her mouth made a soft little O shape that just made him want to kiss her. She shot another look at Erika. “But… all those nights? I mean, Erika’s so much more… experienced. How could I measure up to her?”

  “I’m not exactly a delicate kind of man, you know, but I’d love to help you be experienced.”

  She shifted around to straddle his legs, completely shameless about how very naked they both were. This new version of her dazed him. She gripped his jaw in both hands and kissed him, long and slow, and so sweetly. She was a study in contradiction now, kissing him like that after having done something incredibly erotic that he wished like hell he could have witnessed, and apparently willing to do even more with the dragon she’d awakened. The thought of getting to see her in action again decided the issue for him. It made his cock throb in anticipation.

  “Oh, Eben, I want it all. I want to be dirty. Consider me a blank slate just waiting for you to teach me everything.”

  He held her closer, reveling in the way her curves pressed against him in all the right places. She tilted her head with a sigh when he nuzzled at her neck.

  “Do you mean everything?” he murmured against her skin. “Because there’s another man over there who you left hanging.” Eben raised his eyes to look past her. Roka still waited on a bench across the room, watching them with an expression of overt desire.

  She followed his gaze and whispered, “Do you mean… both of you?”

  He only quirked a corner of his mouth suggestively, and noted that Roka had to have heard her based on the other man’s body tensing and his eyes flashing expectantly.

  A bright flush rose up Camille’s chest and colored her cheeks. The way her breathing seemed to quicken made him wonder if all that blushing during their expedition hadn’t been out of shyness after all. Maybe it was because she’d been turned on whenever she looked at him.

  “You’re excited about getting to fuck him again, aren’t you?”

  She clenched her eyes shut and after a second nodded. “How… how does this work, with two of you?”

  Eben shrugged slightly, imagining all the potential configurations. “We’ll just have to see what happens. I want you to myself for a few minutes first, if that’s alright?”

  Chapter Three

  Camille relaxed in Eben’s arms when he lowered his head and kissed her. Oh how delicious his kiss tasted, better than she had imagined. His tongue teased and caressed, prodding deeper, then pulling back. His hand grazed over her hip and up her side to cup her bare breast. The electric sensation of his thumb against her nipple made her inhale sharply.

  He laughed. “I love seeing you turned on like this. Fuck, you’re beautiful.” His hand pulled back and hovered over her skin, but it was the look in his eyes that made her quiver before he touched her again. His eyes intently followed his caress upon the curve of her breast. He traced the underside, skimmed across to her other breast and up over the top, seemingly mesmerized by both pale mounds. With a bolder motion, he skimmed aroun
d again, but brushed her nipples on the second pass. The brief contact made her clit twinge and her heart speed up.

  “Oh? Why did you never tell me so before?” she murmured, sliding her palms over his shoulder, rejoicing in the feel of him tight against her and apparently in no hurry to let her go. As eager as she was to move things along, she was enjoying his caresses too much to rush.

  “I always thought it,” he said, apparently distracted by the texture of her nipple against his palm. “I imagined your face while Erika fucked me most nights. She was good, but never as perfect as you.”

  She gaped at him. “You thought of me when you were… with her?” she asked, slipping her fingertips up into the hair at the base of his skull and beginning to pant a little in response to his touch.

  If she weren’t so astounded she’d have thought the flush that rose up to color his cheeks was cute. But this was a revelation.

  “Camille… I told you I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you. I meant it. That first day in that bar in Boston. I probably seemed rude, but I couldn’t stand up because I had such a hard-on after you walked through the door.” As if to agree with his point, his hard cock twitched perceptibly between them.

  “But… why? Why didn’t you ever tell me?” she asked. Confusion tangled within her stomach. All those nights fantasizing about being with him, having to listen to him with someone else through the thin fabric of their tents. She was torn between wanting to punch him and drag him down to the floor, begging him to make love to her.

  His brow creased above his closed eyelids and he seemed hesitant to meet her gaze again. He shook his head a tiny bit and let out a little sigh. “I misunderstood you, I guess. At first I figured you were just too shy. Boy did you prove me wrong. You just climbed right on that dragon cock didn’t you?” He opened his eyes and gave her a challenging smirk.

  She punched him softly. “Yeah, but this place… there’s something…” Magical, she thought, but her logical mind rebelled against articulating it. As if somehow it made more sense for her physical need to overwhelm her to the degree that she’d pleasure herself on a statue. Who then magically came to life? Who was she kidding? Knowing what all the text etched in the floor around the throne meant didn’t make it any easier to grasp.