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Chapter Eight

E ben rolled over in his sleeping bag and stared into the darkness filling the cavernous reaches above him.

His balls ached and his dick was as hard as it had been when the door on the surface opened, admitting them into the depths of this place.

He’d tried sleeping, but his mind kept wandering to images of Camille’s full, round ass.

He rolled over and began stroking himself surreptitiously beneath his covers, trying his best to stay quiet.

He fisted his cock and nearly groaned out loud in pleasure after the first stroke.

He imagined her blonde braid resting along the arch of her spine while she bent on all fours, displaying her perfect ass for him.

This shouldn’t take long. He’d jerk off, then sleep—his standard procedure during his college days—then maybe dream of Camille talking sweet to him in that melodic, breathy voice of hers.

Except it didn’t happen. The ache in his balls just intensified, yet he still couldn’t come.

He hovered on the edge, but no amount of stroking could bring him past it.

Something was very wrong with this scenario.

He’d never had trouble jerking off. It had gotten even easier since he’d been screwing Erika.

She was so dirty she’d given him a wealth of material to masturbate to.

But his fucking dick was apparently on strike tonight.

He couldn’t sleep like this. Cold showers weren’t an option.

Now all he wanted to do was shove his hot cock into something, and the urge threatened to drive him mad.

He threw off his sleeping bag and decided to go exploring to distract himself.

There were doorways that they hadn’t opened yet.

Lots of them. There were the ones behind the throne that he knew Erika was laser focused on.

But there were others, too, all locked. Maybe he could find a way to open some of those locked doors and earn a few points with Erika.

Camille’s pretty ass waited out there somewhere for him to open, too. He shouldn’t go looking for her, but her bedroll was empty, and it seemed the perfect excuse.

He was worried, he told himself. I wanted to make sure you were okay, he rehearsed in his head. Not, I really want to go down on you. That was an understatement. He wanted to shove his tongue into every single orifice she possessed.

Camille had featured in his fantasies ever since he’d met her when Erika assembled their team.

But over the course of the weeks they’d traveled together, he’d become more and more enamored of her—a detail he could never properly articulate to Erika without sounding like a complete pussy.

In spite of a generally healthy level of self-confidence around women, he’d been hesitant to approach Camille.

Each time he tried, she looked at him like she had earlier that day—like he might just be crazy.

He supposed the thing with the dragon cock might have been too much, but damn, she was so beautiful when she blushed like that.

So he kept going back to Erika. Erika wasn’t just his oldest friend, she was also the perfect fuck buddy.

He wondered if Camille would like having her asshole licked the way Erika did.

Fuck, he’d love to do that to her. Even though the mere image of making love to her could satisfy him most nights, for some reason tonight, he couldn’t stop imagining her in the naughtiest positions.

Not just bent over displaying her perfect ass to him, but sometimes doing that with her thighs spread on either side of his face and her pussy poised above his tongue, her sweet mouth wrapped around his cock.

Or riding him face-to-face with her full breasts rubbing against his chest.

The vivid image of his dick buried hilt-deep in her ass flashed through his head, making his balls pang almost painfully. Maybe he should just find Erika instead. She might at least be good for a blow job if he promised to return the favor.

Eben got as far as the stone dais and stopped, momentarily dazed by the image before him.

Camille lay in the center just before the huge green jade throne, sound asleep.

She was on her side, her cheek resting on one arm and her pretty braid draped over her shoulder.

Her top had ridden up, and she clenched one breast in her sleep.

Her other breast was bare, the fabric of her tank top shoved up above the pink tip of her hard nipple that just begged to be sucked.

Christ, he’d do it if he could without feeling like a complete perv.

She was too good for him, so pure and na?ve and virginal, but with an ass that could halt time.

What he wouldn’t have given to just once bury his face between those round cheeks and go to town until she screamed his name.

Just a touch, he thought. One touch—she’d never know.

His mouth watered and his cock throbbed when he quietly crouched beside her and reached out. The hard, pink flesh of her exposed nipple beckoned, the areola a perfect pebbled vermilion circle, about the size of a quarter, perched atop the creamy mound of her breast.

“Eben, I need you.”

He jerked his hand back like he’d come too close to a flame and shoved it in his pocket, standing with an abrupt turn in the direction of the voice behind him.

“Fuck, Erika. You scared the shit out of me.”

Erika glanced at Camille’s half-naked sleeping body and eyed him with apparent suspicion.

“You were about to molest Camille, weren’t you? You perverted bastard.”

“I … what? No! It’s just that … Fuck, I’m horny as hell, and you pretty much disappeared tonight.” It was as likely an excuse as any.

She stepped quietly across the dais and surveyed Camille where she slept. Once by the other woman’s side, she bent and carefully tugged Camille’s shirt down to cover her breasts, then gently extracted Camille’s notebook from beneath the sleeping woman’s cheek.

Erika’s eyes scanned the pages of penciled scrawl quickly. “Holy shit, he wasn’t lying. Eben … this place is a lot more important than we thought it was.” She looked up into his eyes, her pretty face beseeching. “We have to wake them up.”

“What the hell are you talking about? Wake who up?”

Erika laid the notebook back down and grabbed his hand.

Her dark eyes were wild. She was more excited than he’d ever seen her.

With a brief glance he realized how disheveled she was, but it just served to make her sexier.

Women like Erika were so good at wearing their fixations like a badge that just made men like him gravitate toward them.

Her hair was a tangled mess, her dirty shirt half-undone and wrinkled, her breasts almost spilling out from her low-cut tank top, and her nipples were hard little circles pressing against the fabric.

“Dragons, my dear. They are fucking real . That statue you were so crudely fondling earlier? Real. Living, but asleep. I’ve been walking for the last three hours probably, just trying to figure it all out, but this is the answer. We are going to wake them up.”

“I think lack of sex has made you a crazy woman.”

“Sweetie, I’m just as horny as you are, but apparently that’s by design. Kris gave me the scoop. We can’t orgasm unless we’re touching one of them.”

“Ah … one of what?”

“One of the dragons.”

Images of shoving his cock into a stone vagina made Eben crease his brow with worry. “I’m not fucking a rock.”

“I don’t know how it works with the female dragons, but we’ll figure it out. Maybe all they need are facials.”

“Right.” He laughed. “And the idea of screwing a reptile turns you on? I admit I’m as kinky as the next guy, but bestiality? Not gonna go there.”

“They’re not beasts . They’re mythical creatures who actually aren’t so mythical after all, and they can look like humans. Kris is one of them. Come on.”

“Can’t she come too?” he asked, gesturing to Camille. “I’m sure she’d want us to wake her up to see.”

“No, honey, this is a two-man job. She’s not ready for this, I promise you.”

She led him back to their camp, urging him to silence while she found the camera and tripod stashed in Corey’s gear.

A moment later they slipped through the now open doors behind the dais and into a shadowed corridor.

Kris stood waiting by the first of several recessed doorways, his expression eager.

Eben eyed the big, muscular Thai suspiciously, then glanced at the elaborate tattoo that covered his entire torso.

If anyone he’d met was more than human, Kris certainly fit the bill.

“Kris, you beautiful man, I changed my mind. Let’s do this,” Erika said.

Kris nodded and stepped up to the door, placing his hands atop a pair of inlaid characters and reciting a few words in a language Eben didn’t recognize. The doors swung open and the room inside blazed to life when all the sconces along its walls lit up simultaneously.

“Wow. This looks like some rich bastard’s version of a personal fetish room,” Eben said.

The first thing he noticed was the wide altar-like platform in the center of the room with the figure of a naked man chained to it—a very aroused naked man, carved entirely out of brilliant red jade.

When Eben’s eyes traveled past the platform to the end of the room, they nearly popped out of his head.

A purple-hued sculpture of a beautiful woman rested upon a small bench.

Large wings stretched out behind her, making her resemble a majestic bird of paradise.

The figure was shapely, with plump breasts and a lovely face.

And she had huge, swirling horns that emerged from the top of her forehead and angled backward.

Behind the horns, her wings stretched out in pure lavender jade so translucent that the lights cast through them, painting the floor like stained glass.

Coiling tendrils of hair draped over her shoulders, trailing down to a flat stomach that culminated in spread thighs flanking her bare pussy.

Eben’s eyes rested between her thighs, trying to imagine how much fun the sculptor must have had while polishing it to such a brilliant shine.

And shine it did, as though she were already wet and ready for fucking.

Without even thinking, he gravitated toward her.

The shape of her breasts was just about as alluring as Camille’s had been.

He had no qualms about touching this one, though.

When his fingertip grazed the smooth purple stone of her nipple, a bolt of lightning seemed to shoot straight through him. He needed to fuck her, but how?

“Eben, aren’t they beautiful?”

He turned his feverish eyes to Erika. She’d set the camera and tripod in the doorway and now stood naked beside the prone statute on the platform, wearing nothing but the cord of leather around her throat, from which dangled an ancient jade figurine of a dragon.

Her auburn hair had been released from its perpetual ponytail and flowed freely around her shoulders.

Her nipples were hard, dusky peaks and her breasts rose and fell with excited breaths.

He licked his lips at the glisten of wetness visible between her thighs.

She swept her hand from chest to hips over the contours of the chained man, then slowly up along the rigid shaft of the statue’s cock.

“How does he feel?” Eben asked.

“ Amazing. ”

“Let me watch you fuck him.” His beautiful dragon woman wasn’t going anywhere. From this angle, he could see the taloned feet of the prone man and the hint of scales on his lower legs.

Eben stood and walked around to the head of the platform and stripped off his shirt, then his pants.

“Do it, Erika. Climb on and fuck him.”

“Get me ready first?”

“Seriously? You look so lit up right now you’re glowing. Touch yourself. I can already see you’re wetter than the jungle outside.”

She let one hand slide up her stomach and clutch her breast, squeezing her nipple harshly.

The fingers of her other hand skimmed through the coarse, roan-colored hair between her thighs and dipped between her lips.

Eben’s cock twitched in response to the moan that erupted from her mouth when she began stroking herself.

“See, you look pretty ready to me. Give him your best, baby. He’s aching for you already, I can tell.”