already wet and ready for fucking. Without even thinking he gravitated toward her. The shape of her sculpted 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 somehow, 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.
Her hand swept from chest to hips over the contours of the chained man, then slid 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.
He 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. His 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.”
Chapter Six
E rika 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. She climbed onto the platform and straddled the naked statue, positioning herself over the polished jade phallus. Jesus, was she really about to fuck a statue? Her vaginal muscles clenched painfully, a sure signal that she needed this, and if what Kris had told her was true, this was the only way for her to find a release. She was already flushed with need and Eben looked even worse off.
“He wants you, can’t you see it?” Eben said.
She laughed, but the jade man’s face seemed to be looking up at her with needful longing. Like she was teasing him by not fucking him right now. He was pretty, with wide-set eyes, a square jaw, and full, kissable lips. If he’d been a living man she’d have been instantly attracted to him. She impulsively bent over and kissed him. 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 realize that his skin had an odd geometric texture. Scales, she realized, though the pattern was faint. And he had horns protruding from his hairline, almost completely obscured by the carved waves of his hair. Not carved, frozen , if what Kris said was true.
“You’re already in love, aren’t you?” Eben asked, stepping closer and drifting his fingertips across the red stone of the man’s face. “I don’t blame you. He’s… otherworldly. And you need to fuck him now.”
“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