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Chapter Nine

W hen Erika looked down at the red jade statue, she still couldn’t believe her eyes.

The images from her dreams were manifested right in front of her, from his glorious horned head to his strong, clean features, all the way down to the huge, rigid cock that towered at the apex of his thighs.

He was huge all over, and her core ached to feel that shaft plunging into her, but she hesitated.

Eben was right; she didn’t need help readying her body for the dragon’s cock, but her mind hadn’t quite caught up yet.

Erika glanced at the corner where Kris stood as if he could give her some kind of signal that she was on the right track, but he only stood passive and intent while he watched.

It had to be torture for him to witness all this and not be able to find his own release until the end.

His lips twitched a bit, which she took as a positive sign.

Returning her gaze to the face of the dragon, a sense of urgency flooded her.

It was as though a voice spoke directly inside her mind, even though there were no actual words conveyed.

A feeling gripped her—something more potent than her own apprehension.

Even though he looked like no more than a lifeless statue, she had the strongest feeling that he needed her. That he needed her.

She’d never believed in Fate before. She was a scientist, and self-determination was one of her core philosophies—always had been. But in that moment she couldn’t shake the powerful belief that her entire life had somehow prepared her for this moment. For this man.

This dragon.

Her dragon.

With shaky hands, Erika climbed onto the platform and straddled the naked statue, positioning herself over the polished jade phallus.

Her vaginal muscles clenched painfully, a sure signal that she needed this, but more than that, he needed this.

Her dragon had been here all along, waiting for her, and it was time for her to give him what he longed for.

She leaned over him, bracing her hands on the solid, smooth mounds of his pectoral muscles, and gazed down at his face.

His eyes were closed, the strong, clean beauty of his jaw and chin a contradiction to the almost wicked tilt of the smile that was frozen on his full lips.

She smiled back, imagining the lurid thoughts that must have gone through his mind in the moment he was frozen, like he’d been thinking very dirty thoughts.

“He wants you. Can’t you see it?” Eben said.

“The feeling is mutual,” Erika murmured, entranced by those lips and desperate to find out how they might feel against hers. Her entire body hummed with need when she dipped her head and pressed her mouth to his.

His lips were almost as warm as flesh, and just as smooth, even though they were hard, polished stone. Up close she was startled to discover that his skin had an odd geometric texture. Scales, she realized, though the pattern was small and very faint.

“You’re already in love, aren’t you?” Eben asked, stepping closer and drifting his fingertips across the red stone of the man’s cheek. “I don’t blame you. He’s … otherworldly. Are you going to fuck him, or not?”

“Damn, you can be an asshole sometimes. You want to see me fuck this cock, huh?”

“Yeah, baby.”

She poised herself over the huge erection that jutted up between the thighs of the statue and pressed down slightly.

“How does it feel?”

“Shut up.” She bit her lower lip as the hard tip of his cock parted her slick folds. He was huge … bigger than any lover she’d had before, and it would take some patience to work herself down onto him.

Eben leaned over the end of the platform and laid his own kiss on the figure’s lips.

“You’re in love with him, too,” she said, breathless at the zing of sensation the silky-smooth stone between her thighs evoked, even with just the tip of it penetrating her.

“I just want to see if he can make you come as hard as I do,” Eben said. “Considering he’s inanimate. Besides, we never did get to have that three-way and I’ve always wanted to watch you lose your mind on someone else’s cock.”

Erika sank down farther, unsure whether she could take the entire length of her dragon’s huge jade cock into her, but she pressed harder.

Her body buzzed with pleasure when the ridged head pushed past her G-spot and she let out a soft gasp, pausing and enjoying the moment while her channel acclimated to the thickness of him.

God, what would it feel like when he had control?

A moment later, her backside finally met the statue’s hard thighs and his thick tip pressed into her deeper recesses.

“Tell me how it feels,” Eben said. He leaned over the end of the platform, his hand clutching at the statue’s horns. He gripped his cock in his other hand, clearly wanting to stroke it, but hesitating for reasons she was all too aware of herself.

“Incredible.” She couldn’t think of any other words.

All she knew was that she needed to keep fucking.

He needed her to keep fucking. Bracing her hands on his chest, she rose up and sank back down with an involuntary moan of pleasure.

Fucking him was like nothing she’d ever felt before, and she longed for those eyes to open and meet her gaze—to see how lost she was to the pleasure of simply having him inside her.

She kept moving, finding her rhythm, and pumped up and down, each stroke hitting her in just the right places.

Every single one … the shallow little sensitive spot that she could reach herself when she jerked off, and the deeper spots that almost paralyzed her with how good they felt.

Eben continued stroking his cock in front of her.

He looked so desperate for an orgasm she felt sorry for him, but within a second, he groaned and his cock erupted in a stream of creamy white semen that covered the statue’s face.

Erika was on the knife’s edge of her own orgasm, and when she watched Eben lose himself, she surrendered.

She slammed down on the cock she’d been riding and succumbed to the waves of pleasure.

Her pussy clenched on the stone and she cried out, crazed with the exquisite sensation of release.

The statue beneath her warmed perceptibly and an answering pulse throbbed between her thighs.

The air vibrated with a loud, guttural sound.

Her body shifted up, but she was barely conscious in the aftershocks of her orgasm.

She heard the sound of chains breaking, and a moment later, a hard, male chest loomed in front of her.

Claws raked her back, making her cry out at the sharp pain that seared her skin, but it was nothing compared to the pleasure still rocketing through her.

The cock inside her expanded in girth and a long tongue swept itself across her breasts, leaving her nipples tingling.

When she opened her eyes, the shimmering visage of a dragon greeted her briefly before coalescing into the very human-looking face of the man she’d been fucking.

Still was fucking. He let out a long, low growl and embraced her, thrusting his cock so deep she grew dizzy.

“I’m awake,” he murmured into her ear. “And you … are mine .”

He held her close and nuzzled at her breasts. “My Erika. You are a joy to wake up to. So tasty.”

She froze, clutching her hands in his mane of red hair. His skin had become the hue and texture of human skin, but his eyes and hair remained the same blood-red as the stone he’d apparently been carved from.

“You’re not going to eat me, are you?”

He chuckled and latched onto one of her breasts, sinking his teeth in, but not breaking skin. Steadily, he continued thrusting up into her.

“I might eat you, but no … we don’t dine on humans. You’re much more fun to make love to.” His voice was deep and resonant, the timbre teasing at her eardrums with every word, caressing the depths of her mind as thoroughly as his cock caressed her pussy walls.

“Do you have a name?” she managed to gasp out between panting breaths. She’d come again very soon, now that he was reciprocating.

“I have many names. You awakened me; it’s your choice.”

“Ah.” It was increasingly difficult to focus, but she had to know. “You don’t have your own name?”

“I do. My name is Gevaerentethessis. Humans tend to not like long names, though, so you pick one, my love.”

“Geva?” she panted.

“Yes, that’s one of them. I like it. Your friend is about to die from need.”

“My friend?”

“Yes, the one who so graciously ejaculated on my face earlier.”

“Oh, god, sorry about that.”

Geva licked his lips, but otherwise ignored the splatter of Eben’s spend that graced his cheeks. “No need to apologize. He tastes young and healthy. But very needful. Is he for my mistress?”

“I guess he is,” she said, wiping the remnants of Eben’s orgasm off Geva’s cheeks. “Eben?” She glanced past Geva’s shoulder. In spite of an epic orgasm, Eben looked shell-shocked and still aroused.

“Your turn, sweetie.” She looked over her shoulder at the purple jade figure on the seat behind them.

Eben walked in a near-dazed state and knelt in between the statue’s spread thighs. He always was so attentive that way, Erika thought. He loved going down on women.

“He looks competent,” Geva whispered in her ear. The hot breath sent a pleasant tingle down her body that settled right in her clit.

“He is. Very .”

“Would you like to watch them while I finish my awakening and fuck you?”

Oh, would she. At his urging, she shifted off his lap, regretting the loss of his hard shaft from deep within her, but eager to feel him enter her from behind. She turned and rested on her hands and knees where she could see Eben service the statue of the female dragon.

“I hurt you,” Geva said and she felt the sting of his fingertip graze over the edge of the wounds he’d laid into her back when he’d awakened.

“Just a little. I don’t mind.” She glanced over her shoulder to see a frown on his gorgeous face.