Sleeping Dragons Book 1: Animus by Ophelia Bell Read Free Book Online

slightly.
    “How does it feel?”
    “Shut up.”
    Eben leaned over the end of the platform and laid his own kiss on the lips of the figure.
    “You’re in love with him, too,” she said, breathless at the zing of sensation the velvety-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.”
    She sank down further, unsure whether she could take the entire length of the jade cock into her, but when her hips rested on the statue’s hard thighs and his thick tip pressed into her deeper recesses she had her answer.
    “Tell me how it feels,” Eben said. He was leaning over the end of the platform, his hand clutching at the head of the statue. He gripped his cock in his 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. She 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 cum that covered the statue’s face. Her own orgasm was a knife’s edge away, and when she watched Eben come she surrendered. She slammed herself 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.
    Something was wrong. 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. Taloned claws raked her back making her cry out at the sharp pain that seared her skin, but it was nothing 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 gasped and embraced her, thrusting his cock so deep she grew dizzy.
    “I’m awake,” he murmured. “And you… are mine .”
    He held her close and nuzzled at her breasts. “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 normal skin, but his eyes and hair remained the same blood red as the stone he’d apparently been sculpted from.
    “You’re not going to eat me, are you?”
    He chuckled and latched onto one of her breasts, sinking his teeth in slightly but not breaking skin. He kept steadily thrusting up into her.
    “I might eat you, but no… we don’t dine on humans. You’re much more fun to fuck.” 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, I like it. Your friend is about to die from need.”
    “My friend?”
    “Yes, the one who so graciously ejaculated on my