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Her chest tightened with rage and hurt. To think he was embarking on the beginning of this ritual with Erika and not with her—even if he and Erika weren’t in love—somehow made their relationship something beyond Camille’s reach. What if he’d left her behind without a backward glance?

“Dammit!” She wiped a stray tear from her eye.

Hoping she was mistaken, she pushed through the heavy door and slipped into the shadows of the corridor beyond.

Within several yards, the light from an open doorway spilled out across the pale stone of the floor before her.

The most startling thing was the series of sounds that accompanied it.

A chorus of urgent noises met her ears—the moans and whispers of people in the throes of ecstasy.

Consumed by jealousy and curiosity in equal part, she crept closer, keeping to the shadows just outside the door.

She paused, hidden behind one of the large guardian statues that flanked all the doorways in this place.

The carved white dragon kept her concealed while still granting her a perfect vantage point from which she could see everything happening in the room.

She stifled a gasp at the sight that was both disturbing and arousing.

Erika was on her hands and knees on a low altar.

Behind her crouched a creature the likes of which Camille had only seen in storybooks, its red scales glimmering like translucent jewels.

Long, crimson claws delicately gripped Erika’s hips as it plunged its thick, smooth penis in and out of her.

His cock looked so big he had to be uncomfortable for Erika, but she writhed and moaned and pushed back against it with obvious, enthusiastic enjoyment.

Camille couldn’t pull her eyes away from the sight.

Heat coalesced between her thighs while she watched, throbbing in time with every thrust Erika endured.

After a moment, the dragon’s wings extended, blocking Camille’s view of everything but where his hips were joined with Erika’s, and he bucked against the woman’s ass as he climaxed with a low, velvety roar.

Camille thought her eyes were deceiving her when the dragon shimmered and shrank down to the size and shape of a large man, pulling Erika back into a tender embrace and murmuring soft words Camille couldn’t hear.

She was comforted by the fact that the red-haired man was decidedly not Eben, but where was he?

A motion at the far end of the room caught her eye, and she drew her hand to her mouth to suppress a cry of astonishment.

In an almost perfect reflection of her dream, Eben knelt, naked, between the thighs of a rigid statue of a beautiful woman.

The figure was so much more than a woman, though.

She had lavender skin that hinted at a scaled texture and majestic horns extended from her forehead, coiling back behind her.

Sprouting from her back like sails were a pair massive wings.

Before Camille’s eyes, the lavender dragon-woman shimmered as though the light had changed, but there had been no shift in the ambient lights of the room.

Camille heard Eben groan as he latched his lips onto one bare, stone breast. In the most surreal of motions, his hips seemed to sink against the statue like he’d just shoved his cock in deep.

Camille’s pussy clenched and she groaned in empathetic ecstasy, wishing so hard that she were the object of his attention just now.

Her skin prickled beneath her clothing while she watched. Too hot … it was too hot in this dark corridor. She closed her eyes and rested her cheek against the cooler stone of the statue she hid behind. The sounds of passion that rolled over her only made her temperature rise.

She swiped a hand over her sweat-drenched neck and down her chest, gasping when her palm brushed over her breast, causing one nipple to stand erect. Experimentally she teased the other nipple, and her eyes fluttered closed in response to the pleasant tingle that resulted.

She opened her eyes again to see Eben’s head still bent to the statue’s breast, sucking on the dark purple jade of its nipple.

She shoved her tank top up and tweaked her own nipples, trying to mimic what it might feel like to have his tongue on her.

Oh, God, her head spun with the pleasure of it.

Stronger heat tingled between her thighs, but she knew it wasn’t sweat making her wet down there.

She hastily stripped off her tank top and pressed her bare breasts against the silky smooth jade of the statue in an effort to cool herself off. The cool stone rubbed pleasantly against her nipples, relieving more of her tension, but leaving behind a deeper need.

Eben let out a surprised grunt. He glanced between himself and the statue of the dragon-woman, who now glowed with a subtle light that emanated from deep within, growing stronger with each thrust of his cock.

His hand disappeared between them and Camille could see his shoulder flexing with the hidden motions of his fingers between the dragon-woman’s thighs.

The visuals that image incited were too much for her to bear.

She was beyond modesty now. It was just her and the silent statue of the guardian in front of her.

She unzipped her shorts and slipped a hand into her panties.

The fabric was sticky wet from her arousal, and her pussy tingled in anticipation of her touch.

She leaned against the statue and braced one knee on its heavy, smooth thigh, spreading herself open.

Oh, she’d never been so wet before. Her clit had never felt so much like a swollen bundle of nerves, ready to burst with a single touch.

She believed she could have come with the slightest pressure just then, but knew it couldn’t happen.

Not after the ending of her dream. You must awaken one of mine, the voice had told her, and for the first time, she was feverish enough to want to make it happen. But how?

Camille clenched her eyes in frustration, suppressing all the worst curse words she could think of, but would never actually say out loud.

When she opened her eyes again, the remedy to her need stood proudly before her in the form of the polished white jade cock that jutted up between the guardian dragon’s thighs.

All the guardian dragons were posed identically, like loyal dogs resting back on their haunches, arms upraised and wings unfurled.

If it weren’t for the presence of their large phalluses, they’d have made comfortable seats with their thighs perfectly parallel to the ground and their arms outstretched above them.

It occurred to her perhaps they were meant to serve a different purpose. Her purpose.

She stood, now practically within the embrace of this guardian, and the sensation of its polished skin against hers suddenly felt a lot more intimate than it had a moment earlier.

Her face flushed savagely. He could be alive, she remembered, and here she’d been wantonly rubbing her body all over him.

But that was precisely what she should be doing, wasn’t it?

She gripped the base of the dragon statue’s erection to test it.

Her hand didn’t quite close around its girth, but it was smooth and soft, polished to a high shine and perfectly proportionate to what she’d always imagined Eben might look and feel like, only much, much bigger—so big she was a little terrified.

With a fascinated gaze, she let her hand slide slowly up the shaft to the tapered tip, then back down.

Her palm tingled the entire length of him.

He was a little warm, particularly at the base, though the smooth, twin globes of his testicles were cooler to her hot touch.

His smoothness encouraged her to stroke again and wonder if Eben had the same texture or if he would be softer, more pliant, and would he have a slight curve, too.

She glanced quickly into the room again.

The sights inside caused another surge of heat to rise between her thighs.

Erika now rested astride the red-maned man, and Eben’s pretty lavender dragon had fully awakened.

She was riding him as he sat on the bench, his hands tightly clenching her ass while he plunged his cock into her.

Camille pushed her shorts down over her hips and stepped out of them, eying the statue’s penis with some trepidation. Was she crazy to try this? What would Eben or the others think if they knew? Then Eben’s murmurs from inside the room hit her ears.

“ You like my hard cock deep inside your pussy, don’t you, baby?” The dragon-woman let out a hum of appreciation in response.

The sound of his voice reminded Camille of her dream, and a violent flutter of need erupted deep in her belly, making her close her eyes and moan. When she opened them again, she focused with determination on the statue in front of her.

“This is going to hurt,” Camille said as though the dragon could hear her. Her voice shook a little, but she wanted this. She needed this. She climbed up onto his thighs and braced her hands on his shoulders.

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 increasing 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, drawing from her a ragged groan.

“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.

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

With that thought, she gritted her teeth and plunged down, seating herself entirely onto the dragon’s massive erection with a 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 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, her 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 as to why.

She turned her head to face the open doorway just visible beyond the edge of the dragon’s wing still shielding 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.