Dragons' Bond

Dragon Lovers 1

Dragons' Bond Mallory is fascinated by three life-size stone dragon statues. Then one night they come to life and she learns they’re shape-shifters. One of the museum’s directors, Teivel, plans to use the shapeshifting dragons as art thieves by placing them in exhibitions in other museums, and Mallory, Angus, William, and Mark now have to find out which statues are shape-shifters and how they can prevent Teivel from implementing his plan. That makes their days very busy, but the nights are for their own pleasure. Can they outwit Teivel? What will happen if Mallory loses her job or the statues have to leave their home in the museum? And can a relationship built on a crisis and unbridled lust develop into lasting love and enduring passion? Genre: Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Paranormal, Shape-shifter Length: 21,139 words

DRAGONS’ BOND Dragon Lovers 1

Berengaria Brown

MENAGE AMOUR

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DRAGONS’ BOND Copyright © 2012 by Berengaria Brown E-book ISBN: 1-61926-290-8 First E-book Publication: February 2012 Cover design by Jinger Heaston All cover art and logo copyright © 2012 by Siren Publishing, Inc. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission. All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

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DEDICATION For Cindy Spencer Pape who made me realize dragons could be sexy.

DRAGONS’ BOND Dragon Lovers 1 BERENGARIA BROWN Copyright © 2012

Chapter One Mallory Hughes had the best job in the whole world. She was the manager-curator of The Magic Dragon Museum. The museum was a four-story building in the city, on the intersection of Nineteenth Street and Main, just where the business part of the city was blending into residential addresses. In her neighborhood were a growing number of young people, couples, and even families, who were transforming warehouses into apartments. And that was another awesome fact. Her job came with an apartment. About a quarter of the top floor was her own personal space, with a living room, bedroom, office, and a private entry into a rather overgrown roof garden with a sunken hot tub. Mallory grinned. It was unlikely she’d prune the shrubbery any time soon—it made an excellent privacy shield—but she sure as hell kept the tub spotlessly clean and the metal gates oiled and locked. Sitting in that tub was the perfect way to relax after a day of moving heavy stone statues around to catalog and photograph them. She’d been in charge here at the museum for three months now, and she could still hardly believe she’d been the successful applicant for the job. She’d worked in a museum all through college, while she studied art history, conservation of artifacts, and photography, but had

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still been sure many better qualified people would apply for the position. Apparently not. She was curator-manager and thriving on it, even if some of the statues were damn heavy and a real challenge for her to move. Thank God she’d remembered her physics class about levers. Her job involved carefully cleaning each statue then photographing it and detailing its provenance for a glossy catalog the museum directors planned to distribute. When that was completed, she was to organize displays of the statues by themes so they could go on tour, earning the museum more money than was possible while they were crowded into the existing building. The museum wasn’t even currently open to the public, although as soon as she had completed the first few rooms, appointments for tours by visitors, especially school children and art students, would begin. Mallory was feeling very confident of beating her deadline. Already the first room was sparkling clean, every statue pristine and arranged attractively, its provenance listed on a colored card. She’d kept separate lists of potential themes for exhibitions, listing each statue under the various headings and cross-referencing them all in the computer database. Today she’d been working on some life-size statues in the second room. Three huge male statues there appealed to her tremendously. All were carved in stone, so there was no way she could move them, but she’d moved other things from around them to create enough space to start cleaning them. Mark was carved from granite, so he was mostly gray, but with some pink in his wings. Angus was made of Connemara marble, which meant he was green, whereas William was the more traditional white marble. All three were stunningly beautiful dragons, with almost human faces. Even their eyes were expressive. At times she felt as if they were watching her, and remembered stories about how eyes in the very best paintings seemed to follow people around. “Which goes to prove the

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people who carved you were very talented,” she said, patting Angus on the thigh. And what a thigh it was, too, heavily muscled and sturdy, leading up to the kind of chest she would love to see on a human male at the beach. Or in her hot tub. Mallory climbed up higher on her stepladder, using a special brush to dust the intricately carved lines of his wings. Angus’s wings were open, stretching probably six feet from his body, and cleaning them would be a joy and a delight. “Your wings are beautiful. Someone put a lot of work into them. The marble is paper-thin here along the edge.” Carefully, she brushed dust from the crevices and worked along the expanse of the wings until her knees were aching, and she needed to sit down. “When I’m sure all the dust is off you, I’ll wipe you with a damp cloth, and I bet you’ll sparkle. You’re going to be one stunning dragon, Angus.” William was going to be more difficult to clean, because he was white. Likely she’d have to wash him, which would mean putting down cloths to catch the water and being very careful to work from his head downward. But once again, even dirty, she could tell the workmanship in the carving of him was wonderful. “It’s a shame you three are too big to go on tour anywhere. You’re by far the best works we have. But don’t worry. I’ll take a lot of pictures of you from every angle, so experts learn about you.” While she was resting her aching knees, Mallory looked around the room, noting some smaller statues that would be easy to move, clean, and photograph, although she never knew how complicated a statue would be to catalog until she started looking it up. Some of the statues had been carefully recorded on cards, some had sketchy notes stapled to their paperwork, and a few had been listed in the computer database. But often Mallory spent hours sifting through old files and records looking for more details on a particular artwork. That was another reason she loved her job, the mixture of physical work and mental challenge, with no one ordering her to do any given task at a particular time, so she could move to whichever she was in

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the mood for. Always assuming she met her deadlines, of course. But so far she was well ahead of them, although she’d been careful not to report quite how far ahead she was, in case she struck a particularly difficult few pieces that soaked up her lead time. Besides, living onsite, if she felt like putting in a few extra hours in the evening, she did. It wasn’t like she had an exciting social life, or a million friends demanding her presence at their parties. Sighing, she stood up again, climbed her ladder, and patted Angus. “Okay, Angus, let’s finish your wings at least today.” **** Mallory couldn’t settle down to read or watch television that evening, so she collected her cleaning equipment and decided to look at a group of four small statues she’d moved to have better access to Angus. They were incredibly ugly things, but intricately carved from solid wood, and seemed to be a set, as they were all similar. She carried them over to her work light, one at a time, then carefully polished them. None of them was as dirty as many of the other statues, which surprised her, but once she’d polished them, they glowed with the rich grains of the wood from which they’d been carved. “You’re made of oak, aren’t you? That’s a very strong wood, and your grain markings are quite beautiful. What’s your name?” She tilted the dragon up, but there was no label on its feet. “Hmm. There wasn’t any paperwork where you were originally sitting either. I hope you aren’t going to be a problem to catalog.” She put the statue down, thinking of it as “Number One,” and picked up the second one. Nothing on its base either, or on the feet of the final two. “Likely the four of you are listed together on the database,” she reassured herself, polishing Number Two and loving the way the lighter and darker patterns in the carving swirled together across the little dragon’s body. “There’s more tannin in you. Even

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polished up, you’re darker than the other three,” she said to Number Two, putting him down and picking up the next one. The third one had hints of red in his body, and the fourth was the lightest in color. When cleaned, all were stunning pieces of art. Mallory carried them through into the first room—the room of statues ready for display—and arranged them in a group on a table. “Tomorrow I’ll find out your provenance and take your photographs. But right now I’m much too tired.” She pulled her cell phone out of her jeans pocket. “Wow, look at the time. It’s almost midnight. Way past my bedtime.” Hastily she gathered her cleaning equipment, replaced it in the storeroom, and headed to her apartment. She fell asleep wondering why the four wooden statues weren’t as dirty as the other pieces of art. Likely Angus was sheltering them from the dust, she decided. **** “Has Mallory cleaning you made your power stronger, Mark?” asked William, staring sadly at his dirty white form. “I don’t think so. Or at least, not very much. But moving those four Celtic wooden dragons has definitely helped. I could actually feel the bonds loosening when she moved them to the other side of the room, and now they’re out of this room completely, I feel much stronger. I’m sure when you’re cleaned up as well as us, the power of the three of us together will be enough to let us move.” “That’s awfully messy thinking, Mark. On the one hand, you’re saying being cleaned hasn’t made much difference, yet on the other you’re saying when I’m cleaned we should be able to move. Do you want to clarify that a bit?” Mark laughed. “Sorry, my friend. What I’m trying to say is that moving the wooden dragons was more beneficial than being cleaned. But that once all three of us are clean, and free from the power of the wooden ones, we should be able to transform into our human shapes.”

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“That makes sense. My wings are itching to fly. It’s all right for you two with your wings folded, but having had mine open all this time has been torture on my back muscles. When Mallory cleaned them, I swear I could feel her touch at times, especially at the edges. It almost tickled,” said Angus. “Well, that does sound hopeful. Being stuck in here in this museum for the last few years has been quite hard to take, especially watching myself get grubbier and grubbier. Being white truly sucks,” said William. “Hey, it can’t be as bad as a guy having wings with pink in them. It’s lucky I’m bisexual and proud to wear pink,” said Mark. “That’s another thing. It was torture when she washed my cock. Two years without sex, and then the hottest chick on the planet is handling my equipment, and I couldn’t do a thing about it,” moaned Angus. William brightened up. “Well, I’m the only straight man among us, so that means I get the first chance to woo her when we become human again.” “Oh no you don’t. We’re a team, a unit. It’s all of us or none!” “Besides, she already said I was handsome,” added Angus. “Um, instead of thinking with our cocks, shouldn’t we be planning how to get free?” suggested William. “What’s to plan? We’ve talked of little else for two years.” “Yeah, but we had to be very careful and circumspect because of the company around us. Now we should do some in-depth planning. Where will we go? Our old apartment will long since have been rented out to someone else, and all our possessions sold on eBay. It’s lucky we’ve always kept our valuables in a lockbox paid by direct debit from our accounts, or we wouldn’t even have any assets anymore,” said William. “Don’t hit me, but I think we should stay here, keep the museum as our base. Sure, we need to get some clothes and things for when we’re in human form, but it’s going to take Mallory months, if not

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years, to finish sorting and cataloguing the entire building. I reckon we could put a trunk with our things in it somewhere in a distant corner, and rest here in dragon form by day then do what needs doing at night, either as dragons or humans,” said Mark. “Actually, that’s not a bad idea. Staying here solves the accommodation, rent, and all that sort of thing problem, and as dragons, we can get around at night far more easily than we can in human form. Obtaining the first set of clothing will be tricky, but after that, everything we need should be quite easy. Thank God we used thumbprints on the lockbox, not pin numbers. And then one of the first things I plan to do is have a word with Teivel,” Angus finished on a vicious note. “No, not smart, not smart at all,” cautioned William. “While he doesn’t know we can transform into humans again, he won’t be trying to stop us doing things. The longer he doesn’t know anything about us, the better it will be for us all.” “Good point. You always were the smartest one among us,” said Mark. “As long as our little wooden buddies don’t alert Teivel to our changed circumstances, that is,” said Angus. “I suppose Teivel might be able to link mentally with one of them, likely Crevan, but I’m pretty sure he always appeared in person in the past. Anyway, everything’s changed. Poor old Mr. Tanner’s been dead and gone for a year now, and he was the one who didn’t want anything to change here at The Magic Dragon Museum. He was very old and liked to wander around, keeping his memories of former days intact. Also, he was rich enough not to really need any income from the museum, so it didn’t really matter that he’d laid off the staff and had stopped opening the museum to tour groups and so on.” “It’s more than that though, Mark. Teivel wants to use the dragons here as hired thugs to steal artworks and jewelry. Put a dragon statue in a building or art gallery, and at the right time, the dragon steals something special. It’s never caught, because the next morning it’s

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still there in statue form. That was Teivel’s brilliant plan, and I can’t see him having given up on it over the past few years. Especially now the new management here is planning on opening this museum up again and sending various statues out to other museums as special exhibitions.” Once again William felt sadness dragging him down. Every time he thought something good might come out of this disaster, the good intentions were overlaid by the surrounding circumstances. “And you know who’ll get all the blame when the authorities start to realize that everywhere the museum has an exhibition, artworks and jewelry are stolen, don’t you? Mallory. She’ll be the fall guy. Everyone will notice how young and enthusiastic she is. No one will look any farther for excuses. They certainly won’t be looking for a paranormal reason behind it, or a shape-shifting dragon as the criminal. She’ll be convicted and jailed, and Teivel will go on his merry way scot-free,” added Angus. “Well, gentlemen, it appears that catching Teivel, avenging ourselves, and saving Mallory are all different aspects of the same task. The sooner we can transform into our human shape, the sooner we can get started on it,” said William. “There sure will be no hardship involved in sticking close to Mallory. I’d like fine to stick real close to her,” added Angus. “Hell yes.” “Me, too.”

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Chapter Two The puzzle of the provenance of the four, small, wooden dragons had intrigued Mallory so much she’d taken her morning coffee straight into her office to go through the huge filing cabinet of paperwork. When she’d arrived, it’d been filed in a system she’d been unable to decipher, and gradually in the last three months, she’d been re-filing all the papers she used according to the primary descriptor of the statue, cross-referenced by name if the statue was named, then cross-referenced again by theme, for when she had to begin assembling displays. Several hours later, Mallory sank back on her heels on the floor, her coffee long since forgotten and stone cold, still on her desk. “Zip, zilch, nada, nothing,” she sighed. “I’ll photograph them then move them into the back room with the other two statues with no paperwork, but that’s annoying as they’re excellent workmanship and the perfect size to be in an exhibition. Plus, oak is a sturdy wood, so properly packed, they’d ship well.” Just then her stomach rumbled, and Mallory looked at the time on her computer. “Good heavens. Ten o’clock already. No wonder I’m hungry.” Picking up her cold coffee, she walked into her living area, which had a kitchen attached, tipped her coffee down the sink, and pressed the button on her coffee machine to begin making a fresh mug. While it was warming, she dropped a bagel into the toaster, collected her maple syrup, and settled down to eat, all the while wondering where the missing paperwork could be. For the rest of the morning, while she was gently sponging the dirt from William’s creamy-white, marble dragon-body, her brain was

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cataloguing the various rooms of the museum and what was in them. She’d begun by wrapping drop cloths around William’s feet, and then she’d washed his head and neck, his wings, and steadily down his body. Mallory couldn’t help noticing William had a very impressive cock. In fact, all three of these life-size statues were well endowed. “I hope you realize this is the closest I’ve been to a cock in longer than I care to remember,” she told him as she carefully washed him, noting that like Angus and Mark, he was uncircumcised. “Not to mention I’ve never even seen a real uncircumcised cock, but I’ve heard plenty about them. I wouldn’t mind testing out whether they’re more sensitive and give better orgasms than the regular kind. Listen to me, talking about my lack of sex life to a statue. I really need to get out more,” she sighed. She went and got a clean bucket of water and rinsed out her cloths, then washed his legs. “Nearly done now. Your wings were much easier to do than Angus’s, and even though you’re white, you’ve actually washed clean quite easily. As soon as you’re dry, I’ll take your photograph. At least I know I’ve got your paperwork, unlike the four oak dragons. I wonder where their provenances could be.” Mallory was washing William’s leg as she talked to him, squatting down to run her cloth over the carving of his calf muscles. It almost seemed as if he was trying to communicate with her, but that was impossible. I hope I’m not going to turn into a mad old lady who talks to herself, she thought as she washed between his toes. As she gripped his foot, Mallory became even more convinced William wanted to speak to her. Placing her other hand on his leg, too, Mallory tilted her head back to look at his face. “William, are you trying to talk to me?” She watched him intently but got no response. “Well, of course there’s no response. He’s a statue, you madwoman!” Nonetheless, she stood up again and looked at him. He was taller than her, likely six three to her five eight. But his cock was right

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where her hands could reach it easily. And it was a lovely cock, intricately carved with the lines of the skin clearly defined and the head just peeking out of the foreskin. Feeling stupid, but determined, Mallory grasped William’s cock. “Well, if this doesn’t attract your attention, nothing will. Are you trying to talk to me, William?” Mallory stood quite still, fixating on the white, marble dragon, trying to ignore the fact he still had one dirty calf and foot. Then, into her mind, came the picture of a small, locked trunk, wooden, with old-fashioned leather bindings on the corners and leather straps around it. She focused on the image, concentrating hard, but that was all she got, no further information came to her as to where it was located. Mallory let go of William’s cock and patted his hip. “Thank you, William. I see the trunk. Later today, after I’ve taken the photographs, I’ll go look for it.” She remembered she’d never taken the pictures of the wooden dragons either, so that was something else she needed to do today. Kneeling down, she dipped her cloth in the water, wrung it out, and carefully washed William’s other leg and foot. When he was totally clean, she took away her water and drop cloths, then dried him off, polishing him carefully all over, loving the way parts of his marble sparkled in the sunlight coming though the barred windows. Then she photographed him from both sides, front and back, then from farther back, in the group with Angus and Mark. Mallory went into the first room and did the same with the little wooden dragons, carefully taking shots from each angle then snapping group pictures. After her lunch, she uploaded her pictures, inserting them in the paperwork for the provenance, completing William’s display card and printing it off, but leaving the ones for the wooden dragons unnamed. Then, as always, she backed up her work onto an external hard drive, zipped the file, and e-mailed it to herself at a different e-mail address,

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one no one but her knew about, to make it as safe as possible from viruses. By then she was far too tired to go searching for the little trunk, and it was getting dark. She liked to have the lights off on the lower floors of the museum when night fell as, although all the windows were barred, she felt it was better not to tempt anyone trying to see in by giving them too much information about how valuable the statues were. Mallory stretched her muscles and decided to walk around the rooftop garden and sit in the hot tub. Outside, it was still light enough to see to walk, although by habit, she checked that the metal gate to this area was locked. It was possible to get onto the roof from the stairwell inside the museum. The door at the top of the stairs was kept locked, but to access the actual garden and hot tub area, a person had to unlock another gate, this one solid metal. Mallory entered the area from her own apartment, which had a doorway from her living room into the garden. A narrow path wound through the shrubs to the hot tub, which was semi-enclosed by trellises of climbing plants and a shingle roof. All of this meant the little alcove was quite sheltered from wind and rain, and once she was soaking in the hot water, it didn’t really matter if it was cool outside. Tonight was quite mild in temperature though, so she walked though the garden in her swimwear, flip-flops, and bathrobe, looking forward to a relaxing soak. Mallory kicked off her flip-flops, shrugged out of her robe, and slid into the water, leaning back against the side of the hot tub, letting her hair float out behind her. She placed her arms up on the ledge, so her body automatically rose off the bench, and stretched her legs out so her toes just balanced on the far side of the tub. Then, totally relaxed, she lay there, loving the heat of the water and the gentle movement of it in time with her heartbeat and occasional puffs of wind. Her eyes closed, she remembered William’s cock, and Angus’s,

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and Mark’s. They were very lifelike, and life-size as well—bigger than life-size! It had been way too long since she’d been in a relationship. She hadn’t had sex in six months at least, and she was a hot-blooded woman who enjoyed sex. All kinds of sex—oral, vaginal, and anal, and sometimes a little bit of kink. She wouldn’t even mind trying a ménage. Her friend Janie had been with two men and had talked nonstop about it for weeks, so it would definitely be worth experiencing. “Sure, Mallory. Where will you find one man to pleasure you, much less two?” she jeered at herself. “How about three men? We’d most certainly like to pleasure you.” “What!” Mallory sat up so fast, her head bobbed under the water in the tidal wave she caused, and she came up spluttering. Standing around the tub were three men—three very large, very delicious, very naked men. “Holy shit!” “Don’t you recognize us?” asked a soft voice. Mallory found herself staring straight at a cock. It was a large cock, with fine lines along the shaft, and the head just peeking out of the foreskin. Hurriedly she looked at the other two men. All were uncircumcised. Okay, I’ve gone crazy. Working alone has obviously been too much for my psyche, and I’ve lost the plot totally. I’m imagining the statues have come to life. Not only that, but they’ve come to life as men, not dragons. “Come on, Mallory. It’s not hard. You already know who we are,” said the first voice. Mallory dragged her gaze up from the three penises to the eyes of the man who had spoken. They were bright green. Green like Connemara marble. And the voice even had the faintest hint of Ireland in it, too.

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Quickly she looked from one to the other. And she did know. The man with the soft voice, pale skin, and light blue eyes was William. The man with the faint Irish accent and bright green eyes was Angus. And Mark had black hair and gray eyes. With a shaking hand, she pointed. “William. Angus. Mark. I think I need to see a therapist right now.” “But I thought you wanted to fuck. We really like the idea of fucking you.” That was Mark. “And we promise you several orgasms. Good orgasms, earthshaking orgasms.” That was William. Oh hell. Any kind of orgasm would be wonderful. Three naked men. Three huge cocks. She may be totally out of her mind, but saying no, telling them to go away, was not an option. “Okay. I’d like that,” she said. Before she could catch her breath, two sturdy arms swooped down and lifted her out of the water, another pair of arms wrapped her in her robe, her flip-flops were handed to her, and she was being carried, very fast, through the garden. The heavy metal gate was wide open, and Mark locked it behind them, while William rushed ahead and opened the door to the stairs. Which meant that Angus was carrying her. She looked up. Yes, green eyes. “How did you open that gate? And the door?” “Keys.” Mark held them up. “But…” “We can talk later. Right now we need to romance you and prepare you for us. We’ve been lusting after you ever since you arrived at the museum,” said William. Mallory’s mind was churning with questions, but her belly was churning with need. Need won. She could talk to them later. Right now it felt so good to be carried by a strong man who wasn’t even puffing as he hurried down the hallway to her apartment. Just the

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thought of sex with one or more—or even all three—of these men was enough to make her head swim anyway. Mark’s keys opened her apartment door, and he hurried down the hallway to her bathroom, while Angus carried her to her bedroom. William pulled the comforter off and plumped up her pillows, and then Angus laid her gently in the center of the bed. “This bed isn’t very big. It’s going to be a tad crowded in here tonight. Tomorrow we’ll order you a much bigger one. California King-size, I think,” said Angus. Mallory had no time to think about “tomorrow.” All she could focus on was the three naked men in her bedroom. Three men with very ready cocks who said they wanted to make love with her. “You need to put condoms and lube on your shopping list, too,” added Mark, coming out of the bathroom with three condoms and a tiny tube only half full of lube. “Just as well, we’re inventive men when it comes to sex, eh,” added William, staring at her breasts. “Inventive?” “Yeah, I’ll put my cock between your breasts and let you hold me tight with those luscious globes. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a woman with breasts as sexy as yours. I bet the valley between them will be just perfect for my dick,” said William. Mallory felt her heart beat harder at the thought of William sitting over her hips, his cock between her breasts. If she leaned forward, she’d be able to lick it as he thrust into her, and maybe slide her tongue inside the foreskin, something she’d read about, but never had the opportunity to do. “Well, there’s one condom each, men, so let’s not waste time. Let’s get you out of that swimsuit, Mallory. I want to drive my fingers deep in your cunt. I bet you’re hot and wet already,” said Angus. And suddenly she was. Her belly clenched, and she felt the cream dripping from her core at the thought of what was to come. Three incredibly hot, beautiful men. So what if they were dragon statues or

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if she was losing her mind. Right now all she wanted was to be held in their arms and feel them touching her, arousing her, fucking her. Oh yeah. A really good orgasm or two would be a fair exchange for a lost mind. Mark sat down beside her and began sliding the straps of her swimsuit down her arms. It was still damp and inclined to cling to her skin, but he didn’t seem to notice, pulling gently, but firmly, so it slid down past her breasts, down her body, and then, with two hands, he tugged it over her hips, and suddenly, she was naked. While Mark was dropping the swimsuit onto the floor, William was leaning over her, kissing her eyelids, her nose, her jawline. His lips were warm and soft, his touch featherlight but very arousing. He nuzzled her cheeks with his nose, making her smile, before he finally pressed gentle kisses to her lips. Large, warm hands were now stroking her legs, her thighs. Mallory gave a full-body shiver of delight at the oh-so-very male touches. “That feels so good.” “It’ll feel even better very soon,” said Angus. And hands began moving up her legs, closer and closer to her pussy. Her pussy felt so empty. Achingly empty, and needy, desperately wanting to be filled. It’d been so long since anything other than her own fingers had been inside her, and she longed for a cock—three cocks!—to fill her, stretch her, make her feel alive and a true woman once again. Then, just as he’d promised, Angus sank his fingers into her cunt, stroking her walls and arousing her intensely. Her hips thrust up, accepting Angus’s fingers, demanding more. “Ah, you like that. I knew you would.” “A cock would be even better.” There was movement all around her, but William had leaned in and was kissing her again, so she couldn’t see the other men. William licked along the seam of her lips, and she opened to him, licking him back and letting her tongue touch his lips in acceptance.

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For a long moment, Mallory held her breath as William tasted her, his tongue flicking along the insides of her cheeks, running along her teeth, sliding over the roof of her mouth, before finally dancing with her own tongue. He was an excellent kisser, using the touch of his tongue to arouse her to higher and higher planes of excitement, yet still fulfilling her needs and responding to her actions as well. When William sucked her tongue deep into his mouth, cream flooded her cunt again, and that was when she realized Angus’s fingers had gone, but that there was a heavy weight settling across her lower limbs. William lifted his mouth from hers, and after Mallory had taken a deep breath and opened her eyes, she tilted her head to see Angus and Mark. It was Angus who was sliding between her legs, his condomcovered cock leading the way. Mark was standing beside the bed, his cock in his hands, and he was rolling his foreskin up and down, up and down. “Let me do that for you,” she said. “When Angus and William are in place, you can. I’d love you to suck me off.” Mallory licked her lips. Yeah, I’d like that, too. The men moved around a little more, seeming to know exactly how to position themselves so they all shared her, yet each was where he needed to be. Angus moved the last few inches up to place his cock at her entry then slid inside. He waited with the head of his cock just inside her, until her walls stretched to accommodate him, and then he thrust deep, filling her to perfection. No man had ever stretched her in such a delicious way before. He was huge, but he fitted inside her delightfully. When Angus was tucked up tight against her body, William straddled her, his back hard against Angus’s front. William rubbed a little of the lube in the valley between her breasts then leaned forward, cupping her globes around his cock, leaving the head just peeking out level with her mouth.

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But if she was going to suck Mark, she wouldn’t be able to lick William as well. Now that was unfortunate. Oh well, maybe next time. Angus and William began to move together, totally synchronized, leaning slightly back then thrusting forward, their cocks sliding in then out, the dual effect far more carnal than one man alone could ever be. Mark watched them for several moments then placed his cock so it was just touching her lips. She licked his cockhead then tried to slip the point of her tongue under his foreskin, but his hips were already moving in the same rhythm as the other two men, and her body was rocking to the beat, too. Mallory reached out to grab hold of Mark and William, but there were so many bodies so closely packed that all she could do was touch the nearest pieces of male flesh and pat them gently. “Here, hold your breasts for me. Make sure they grip my cock, and I’ll be able to arouse you better,” suggested William. Mallory pushed the globes tightly together, and William thrust up between them, sighing with joy. She rather felt like sighing, too. It’d felt good before, but it was ten times better now. His cock was hot and hard, and watching the head reappear and disappear was almost mesmerizing. But once again Mark placed his cock in the center of her vision. He held it at her mouth for her to suck then lifted it up so she could lick along the shaft and suck his balls into her mouth. Mark controlled every step of their action, thrusting deep, pulling out so just the head was within reach, or turning his cock so she could swipe the long vein pulsing with his life-force. And still Angus and William matched their strokes precisely, always sliding in and out at exactly the same pace, a pace that was very slowly getting faster and, for Angus, harder and deeper as well. Mallory was in emotional overload. It’d been so long since she’d been in a relationship, and she’d never really seriously considered sex with more than one man at a time. Yet here she was, in bed with the three

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yummiest men she’d ever seen. Men she hadn’t met in real life until half an hour ago, and men who weren’t men at all but dragon statues. If she tried to think that one through logically, her brain would likely explode! “Relax and enjoy,” came William’s soft voice, almost as if he knew what she was thinking. “Our one aim is to give you the best orgasm you’ve ever had,” added Mark. “We pride ourselves on the high quality of our work,” said Angus, rolling his hips so his cock hit her G-spot with deadly accuracy. Mallory gasped and dug her nails into her own breasts. At the last second she managed not to scrape her teeth along Mark’s cock then decided it could be quite sexy, so the next time he pressed deep into her mouth, she let her teeth drag very gently over the head of his cock and smiled at his reciprocal gasp. All her nerve endings were hyperalert and tingling. It seemed as though every inch of her skin was being touched by hot male flesh, all of it taut, hard, and muscular. She felt totally surrounded, encompassed by the men, cared for and protected, her desires the focus of their oh-so-erotic endeavors. In many ways it was a dream come true, but in others she still could scarcely assimilate the concept. It had happened so fast, she hadn’t had time to adjust to the idea that there were three of them yet, much less that they were dragon statues come to life with no explanations. But it was becoming far too difficult for her to think. She was so aroused she could scarcely focus on the myriad sensations racing through her body. The orgasm coiling and building in her core, the thick, hot cock in her mouth, William’s cock sliding between her breasts, the sweaty bodies pressing against her—legs and feet touching her lower limbs, arms and hands on her upper body. Desperately she slid her tongue around Mark’s cock. She really wanted to taste and experience the softness of his cockhead hidden beneath his foreskin. Already she’d developed a fascination with the

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flavor of his essence. It was more spicy than tart, with an overlying saltiness. She sucked him into her mouth then gradually let him slide out, thrusting the point of her tongue under his foreskin and catching a bead of pre-cum as she did so. Ahh delicious. The three men were moving much faster now, drops of their sweat landing on her as they kept their rigorous, united pace. The orgasm deep inside her was building, building. Mark withdrew his cock a ways, and she moaned, “Oh yes, so close.” “I think it’s time for you to come. Come now, Mallory,” ordered Angus, jack-hammering his cock into her with a mighty thrust. William mimicked his movements with her breasts, and Mark drove his cock deep into her mouth. She sucked hard on Mark and tried to hold her breasts together for William. Then she lost all control as the climax ripped through her body like a tidal wave, exploding from deep inside her core and blasting out from her pussy, her arms and legs, her breasts, even through her head. Through a daze of delight, her muscles still contracting hard, she felt a roar of heat in her pussy that told her Angus had come. This was followed almost immediately by jets of cum on her chest, from William, and into her mouth, from Mark. Her toes curled hard against her soles, her hands clenched into fists, and her mouth opened so wide the cum ran out of it, and still her body shuddered in the grip of the biggest orgasm she’d ever had in her life. The men kept pumping in unison for a little longer, and then gradually they shifted to stroking her skin and soothing her. “You rest now, sweet Mallory, and let us clean up here,” said William’s gentle voice. Mallory nodded, beyond speaking. She wanted to say they needed to explain what was happening, but the words wouldn’t form in her brain or her mouth. Later, she told herself.

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Chapter Three Mallory dozed briefly, and woke to the heavy weight of male arms and legs across her body. She sat up quickly, her eyes still a little blurry, and shook her tangled, still-damp hair off her face. “I didn’t imagine it. It wasn’t a dream. You’re here.” “You most definitely didn’t imagine it. And we’ve still got two condoms left if you want to go for a replay,” said Mark with a hint of laughter in his voice. Mallory looked around her for the comforter, but it was well out of her reach, on the floor at the foot of the bed. Crossing her arms over her breasts, she said, “Pass me my bathrobe, please, and then start talking about how three stone statues could suddenly turn into men. Or whatever is going on here. Is this some kind of hoax?” “Absolutely no hoax.” “We are the statues. We’re shape-shifters.” “Your bathrobe is still wet.” Mallory focused on William’s remark first. “Yes, my hair is still wet, too, but I need explanations, and I’m not going to sit here naked while you give them to me.” William disappeared into the bathroom and came back with two towels, which he handed her. She wrapped one around her body and the other around her hair, wondering if she’d ever yet the tangles out of it when she finally brushed it. Mallory pointed a finger at Angus. “You’re shape-shifters. Seriously? You expect me to believe that?” “Hey, we’re here, aren’t we? In the flesh.”

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“If I were to go downstairs right now, what would I find where the life-size statues should be standing?” “Nothing, because we’re here. But if you don’t believe us, we can go down there right now so you can see for yourself.” Mallory jumped off the bed and marched toward the door. Suddenly, she paused and snagged her jeans off a chair. She dropped the two towels, dragged her jeans up over her hips and zipped them, then picked up the T-shirt she’d been wearing that day, grimacing at some dusty marks on the front of it. Mallory shrugged and pulled it on, then walked along the hallway, down the stairs, and onto the ground floor. Leaving the lights off, as was her habit after dark, she stepped into the first room. Everything seemed to be as she’d left it. The second room was the one she was currently working on and had items pushed to the side and not arranged as neatly as in the first room. But the large space where Angus, Mark, and William had stood only a few hours ago was empty. Mallory kneeled down and looked at the floor. As far as she could tell in the grayish light from the windows, there were no scratch marks or indentations. Then she headed across to the windows, which were securely barred and locked. Her next stop was at the main entry to the museum, which was also barred and locked, as she’d left it. Moving quickly, Mallory checked the windows in the other two downstairs rooms then the rear door at the end of the hallway. There were no signs that anything had been touched. “Okay.” She nodded and walked quickly up the stairs, all three men right behind her. She flicked the lights on in her living room and flopped onto the couch, breathing a little faster than normal, whether from excitement, fear, or simply from hurrying up the four flights of stairs, she wasn’t sure. “Explanations, please.” “We’ll answer all your questions until you’re perfectly satisfied with everything we say. But before we speak, can you please tell me

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where you put Crevan, Daegan, Graegor, and Penllyn. It may be important,” said Angus. “Who? Oh, wait. Are those the names of the four small oak dragons? The ones I haven’t been able to find provenances for yet?” “Weren’t they in the trunk I showed you?” asked William. “It took me all afternoon to do your paperwork. I haven’t had time to look yet,” she replied. “We can go look later tonight if you want. But what about the oak dragons? Where are they?” repeated Angus. “I put them in the storeroom with two other statues I haven’t found the paperwork for. I’m hoping that I’ll find it as I work on other pieces of art, which will save me time looking any farther. I have a deadline to get everything ready for the catalog, so I don’t want to take too long on any one piece, especially when its papers may simply have been misfiled, and I’ll find them later anyway.” “Yes, that makes sense. We’re asking because we don’t want them to be able to overhear us speaking to you. We don’t think they have powers of mental telepathy, but this would be a really bad time to find out they actually do,” added Angus. “This feels like I’ve walked into the middle of a movie. Or likely I really am dreaming. What say you all sit down and start explaining what’s going on from the beginning?” Mallory had always thought her living room was quite a comfortable size, until three big men settled into it. Mark sat on the couch beside her, and William and Angus each took one of her armchairs, turning them around to face her. Even with the coffee table between her and them, the room seemed to be overfull of large males. Not to mention that they were all still totally naked. “So you’re shape-shifting statues. Why did you shift tonight?” “I thought you wanted us to start at the beginning,” complained Mark.

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Mallory sighed. “Yes, fine, but let’s start with the brief version, and if I still don’t understand, then we’ll move on to the detailed version.” “We aren’t just shape-shifting statues. We’re shape-shifting dragons. Dragons live about five hundred years and need to have distinct rest periods, which is why we rest in statue form.” Predictably it was Angus talking. He seemed to be their leader. “This museum has been our home for over ten years, although we also had an apartment where we kept clothing and our human things. The previous owner of The Magic Dragon Museum, Mr. Tanner, was very old and liked to keep his memories of former days intact. He didn’t want anything here to change, and he was rich enough not to need income from the museum, so it was perfect for us.” “That explains the museum’s name, and why you have keys to it, but why haven’t you moved at all in the past three months? Why tonight?” “Teivel was blocking the portal. Or Teivel with the help of Crevan, Daegan, Graegor, and Penllyn. Oak is the gateway between worlds in Celtic mythology, and they’re all Celtic dragons. Teivel wants to use the dragons here as hired thugs to steal artworks and jewelry. Put a dragon statue in a building or art gallery in an exhibition, and at the right time, the dragon shape-shifts, steals something very valuable, passes it on to Teivel, then changes back to statue form. It’s the perfect crime,” said Mark. “Whoa, back up a little. Who’s Teivel? And how many other statues here are also shape-shifters?” Angus answered her. “Teivel is a very respected art dealer who is one of the new directors of this museum. He also has very flexible morals when it comes to the provenance of artworks.” “Yeah, his collection dates back to Nazi Germany,” interjected William. “As for other dragons who shape-shift, we aren’t sure, but Crevan, Daegan, Graegor, and Penllyn are definitely shape-shifters, and it’s

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quite possible there are more of us. The museum’s name is not a coincidence, and you mentioned two other statues you’d already found without paperwork.” “Yes, but you all had your paperwork, so isn’t it possible there’s lots more of you.” “Not lots, no,” said William thoughtfully. “There really aren’t all that many dragons in the world. Besides, we three have been together for over a hundred years, and we’ve made very sure all our finances and paperwork, both for our human life and our stone formations, are correct.” “And others haven’t bothered about getting their paperwork organized? Why didn’t you want the oak dragons to hear you talking? And what were you saying about mental telepathy? Can you all mind talk?” “Teivel has been working with the four oak dragons. We don’t know whether they’re helping him willingly, or if he has some hold over them, or what exactly is happening, but we aren’t prepared to take any risks. Certainly they were blocking the portal, and it wasn’t until you moved them that we were freed,” said Angus. “Although it’s possible you cleaning us helped, too. We aren’t sure about that,” added Mark. “Tomorrow we’ll go and access our lockbox in the bank so we can start living as humans again. As soon as we have clothes and money, we need to change all the locks in the museum, because I bet Teivel has keys to everything.” That was Angus being bossy again, but suddenly it was all too much for Mallory. The whole situation seemed totally unreal. Three men in her bed who were shape-shifting dragon statues, plus an evil art dealer coordinating a team of untraceable art thieves. “I’m too tired to think anymore. I’m going to bed.” “We’ll come with you.” ****

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Mallory was deeply asleep, and William, Mark, and Angus took turns watching over her as they planned all the things they needed to do in the next few days, while staying as invisible as possible and certainly not attracting any attention that might get back to Teivel. “I think I’ll go look in the storeroom on this floor to see if that box of clothing we left here is still there. I expect it is, and it’ll make getting to the bank tomorrow much easier. The clothing will be a little old-fashioned, but at least it’ll fit us, which Mallory’s clothing most certainly won’t.” “I’ll come with you, Mark, and we can see if the trunk of papers is there, too, and put it in Mallory’s office for her. You’ll stay with her, William?” “Yes. I don’t think she’ll stir. She’s totally exhausted, poor little thing. It’s been quite a change for her, meeting us and having sex with all of us. Both the mental and physical challenges have been enormous for her and very unexpected.” “That’s true. When we get back, we’d better have a meal. We’ll have been in human form too long not to eat and drink,” added Mark. “I’ll see what food she has in the kitchen while you’re gone. We can shop tomorrow for her if we use too many of her supplies,” said William. “Don’t leave her alone for too long though,” cautioned Angus. “I won’t. I know she’s in danger now that she’s seen us. Of course she probably always was in danger. But at least we can protect her now.” William let his hands drift through her long, dark hair. It was fuzzy and tangled from having been wet and never brushed, but it was still beautiful. Thick and lustrous, and he loved the way it curled wildly this way and that. He loved her breasts, too. Rich, lush globes that filled his hands to overflowing. Then there were her hips, rounded and womanly, her belly almost but not quite flat. Another

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womanly sign he liked. He preferred a woman with curves, and Mallory had the most delightful curves he’d seen in a very long time. William bent forward and softly kissed her forehead, watching to ensure she didn’t open her eyes—hazel with amber flecks in them— then walked into the kitchen to see about a meal. They were big men and needed a solid meal to prepare them for the next few days, which were certain to be hectic and dangerous. William looked in the refrigerator. There were two eggs, a sad-looking half-bunch of celery, a tomato, a carrot, and an apple. In the freezer was a single, small steak, a bag of frozen peas with less than a handful remaining in it, and two slices of bread. Shaking his head, William opened her cupboards. Plates, bowls, cups, saucepans, plastic containers, a range of spices, a bottle of ketchup, and less than half a pound of pasta. “Don’t you ever shop, woman,” he complained. Then he stopped to think. No she didn’t. In fact, she hardly ever left the museum. She worked from dawn until dusk, totally concentrating on her job. Even when she relaxed, it wasn’t at a movie or a party. It was in the roof garden. The last time she’d left the building had to be, oh, two, likely even three weeks ago. No wonder she had no food left. Well, they’d just have to shop for her. William went back and checked she was still soundly asleep, then put the pasta on to boil and chopped the few vegetables and the steak. While he browned the meat in a pan and looked through her spices to choose which ones to use, his brain was working away at the problem. She’s quite young to have such a responsible job, to be in charge of a museum, even as small a one as this. I wonder if Teivel had a hand in furthering her application. Or even worked against other applicants. That’s something we should check. William stood still for a long moment, his hand holding a spoon poised in the air. You know that would explain everything. She would be the obvious fall guy when attention came on the museum as the source of the thefts. One of our exhibits would be present at the site of

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every burglary, and since she’s the only paid staff member… He nodded briskly then returned to his cooking. “Damn straight. I bet that’s what Teivel had planned all along!” Standing in the doorway, watching Mallory sleep, William was overwhelmed by an urgent belief that it was up to him to protect her. Logic insisted that the three of them could do it as a team, but the message hammering into his head, his heart, his very soul, was that it was his duty, and his alone, to protect her from Teivel and his minions. Softly, William stepped into the room and moved over to the bed. He laid one hand on his heart and the other on her head. “I promise to protect you with all my being, to the death if that’s what’s required of me,” he whispered solemnly. “I hope to hell it won’t come to that, but I’m at your disposal. I will be your second in this,” said Mark. He walked to the bed and laid one hand on Mallory’s shoulder and the other on William’s. “I give you my protection, too. My life is yours.” “How can I offer anything less? We’re a team. Whatever is required of me, I will do,” said Angus, joining the others around Mallory’s sleeping form. The solemn covenant made, all three shook hands then moved out into the kitchen, where William rushed to stir their meal. Quickly, he served it onto three plates and poured the coffee he’d prepared. Black, of course. Mallory either didn’t drink milk or she’d run out. “I’m guessing a trip to the store is one of our first jobs tomorrow,” said Mark, scooping about a quarter of his meal into his mouth in one sweep. “Yeah. Apart from two slices of bread and two eggs for breakfast to share between the four of us tomorrow, this was everything she had. Oh, and an apple,” said William. Then he explained his thoughts about how Mallory had gotten her job. He concluded saying, “I think she’s so focused on proving herself worthy of the responsibilities, and exceeding her deadlines and expectations, that she’s stopped doing everything else, including buying food.”

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“That makes sense,” said Angus, scraping his plate clean. “I can see Teivel manipulating the applicants for the job, ensuring the one that suited him best got it. I’ll just bet he was one of the panel who interviewed her, too. And your suggestion that Teivel plans to make her the chief suspect, if not the one who is convicted of the thefts, is downright wicked, but sounds exactly like Teivel. So we not only have to prevent Teivel carrying out any thefts, we have to protect Mallory at all times, make sure she always has an unshakable alibi, keep watch over Crevan, Daegan, Graegor, and Penllyn, and find out what has happened to all our human resources while we have been trapped here. Just a few minor tasks.” Sarcasm was evident in Angus’s voice. “But not until we’ve shopped for food, condoms, and new locks. Teivel will have keys to everything, and changing all the locks is the best way to start thwarting him. Mallory will need to have a perfectly good reason to do that though, or he’ll be suspicious,” warned Mark. “Absolutely, and not a reason that will have Teivel thinking about us.” Mark cleared the plates from the table and took them to the sink, running water to rinse them. “Did you two find the trunk of paperwork and the clothes we’d stored here?” asked William. “Yes, they were in the storeroom on this floor, exactly as we’d left them, just as we’d hoped. But I think only one of us should go to the bank and activate our accounts, so we can start buying the things we need. The suits are outdated, and even the jeans and sweatshirts don’t look quite right for current fashions. It’s amazing how fast colors and styles change,” said Mark. “Let’s go look at the clothing and see if we can assemble an outfit that won’t look too bad. At least the shoes will fit.” “The shoes will likely look even more old-fashioned than the suits,” said William.

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They put the trunks in the living room, so they could keep watch over Mallory, who was still sound asleep and looked like she wouldn’t wake up before morning, then sorted through the clothing. “It’ll have to be Mark,” said Angus. “His black suit looks normal, and his shoes look more ‘today’ than yours or mine.” “Yes, and your necktie’s the right width and style, so if he wears that he won’t look too bad,” added William, delving into the small trunk looking for the oak dragons’ paperwork. “Ah here it is.” He sighed with relief, holding up a sheaf of old papers stapled together. “Likely we should read through these ourselves to see if it gives us some ideas on how to deal with them, and whether they’re Teivel’s willing helpers or simply under his power.” “I think we should read everything in that trunk. After all, it was hidden away, not with the other papers, so likely old Mr. Tanner had these papers here for a reason,” said Angus. “And here I thought I was going to spend the rest of the night cuddled on the bed with Mallory,” Mark pouted. Oh yes, that’s what I’d like to do, too. I really want to just be with her, to watch her as she sleeps, to know that she’s safe, to lie there and hold her. William suddenly knew this was the absolute truth. “If we’re going to defeat Teivel, I don’t think sleeping will be on our agenda any time soon, although fucking may be. As Mark said earlier, we still have two condoms left,” said Angus. **** It was almost dawn by the time they’d finished planning how to retrieve their possessions, the steps they needed to take to protect Mallory, and laid out some guidelines as to how they might thwart Teivel. “It’s not going to be easy doing it without anyone knowing we can shape-shift once again,” sighed Mark.

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“At least you get to go to the bank, and shop, so don’t complain. I’ll be standing around in statue form while you’re out in the world enjoying yourself,” answered William. “Covering us with dust sheets should help disguise the fact only two of us are there at any given time, though. We’ll make sure the wrappings look like there’s still three of us, and if anyone ever asks, Mallory can say it’s because we’re so big, cleaning us is very difficult, or something like that,” Angus said. Mark sighed again. It was good that he was the one chosen to go to the bank and reactivate their accounts. But it was also a huge responsibility. Who knew how far Teivel’s tentacles extended into the business world? Although it was unlikely Teivel knew his real name. It certainly wasn’t the name on his dragon statue provenance. Even going to the store for food and condoms was dangerous. They’d been held inside the museum for over two years, and Mr. Tanner hadn’t been much of an authority on the real world. Even Mallory seldom spoke about what was happening outside. She was focused on the museum and its artwork. He was likely to say something stupid and everyone would notice him. He planned to go to the busiest store in the neighborhood and hope to be inconspicuous. Finally, he was lying in bed again beside Mallory. She was so beautiful. To have found the perfect woman for the three of them was the best thing that had ever happened to him, that would ever happen to him. Dragons mated for life, but the dragon population was so small there was no guarantee anyone would ever find their soul mate, or even someone they could be relatively happy with. Yet Mallory had been brought into their lives, and now they had the joy and delight of getting to know her, as well as the excruciating worry of caring for her. He’d meant every word he’d said when he’d promised her his protection and his life if it was needed. Keeping her safe from Teivel and his wicked plans was worth all his energy and effort. “I love you, beautiful one,” he whispered softly.

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Just before seven o’clock, Mark noticed Mallory seemed to be sleeping more lightly, and then she began to stir. Aha, soon she’ll wake, and I can talk to her and kiss her. Listen to me, wanting to talk to her, I must be going crazy. Well, yes, I guess I am, I’m crazy in love with her, and I don’t even really know her. But I’ve watched her for three months now, and never once seen her speak or act in a manner I couldn’t be proud of. Mark leaned up on one elbow, the better to watch her wake up. She wiggled a little, her body moving in sexily delicious ways that made him long to strip off the jeans and T-shirt she was still wearing. Her little nose wrinkled and wiggled, too. Finally, she mumbled incoherently and swept her hair off her face with her left arm, the arm that was closest to him. At that, he figured she was close enough to awake not to be frightened, so he leaned over and kissed her lips. They were warm and soft and pliant beneath his mouth, so he licked along the seam, encouraging her to open up and let him inside. She mumbled again, opening her mouth, so he slid his tongue deep inside, trailing it over her teeth, along the insides of her cheeks, across the roof of her mouth. As soon as he stopped moving, she sucked on his tongue, making his dick harder than a spike and his balls draw up tight against his body. Reluctantly, he pulled his mouth away from hers. “Wow! Any more of that and I’ll be coming right now before the party has even started,” he gasped. “Well, perhaps you’d better get the party going then. Today’s just a regular work day for me, and I can’t lie around in bed all morning you know,” she teased. “We have two condoms left. How do you feel about double penetration?” he asked, watching her face carefully. A hot blush crossed her features, and her eyes became heavy lidded and filled with lust. Oh yeah, she liked that idea. “Yes,” she said simply.

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Mark rolled to the side of the bed, grabbing the little tube of lube and his condom. “Turn onto your front, sweetheart.” “Don’t you want to undress me first?” “We’ll take care of that,” said Angus, his hands already on the zipper of her jeans. “I’ve got the T-shirt,” said William, his hands on the hem of the cotton top. In a moment she was naked, and Mark was grateful she’d never bothered to put on underwear to go downstairs. He rolled her over, and her ass was lush and round, causing his dick to harden even more. He couldn’t resist stroking his hands over it, touching the base of her spine and cupping the globes of her ass. Truly, she had the body of a goddess, and he was the luckiest man on Earth. Gently, Mark teased around the ring of sphincter muscles to see how tight she was. Very, very tight. She was going to grip his cock so hard he’d need every ounce of control he could get not to come the moment he entered her. Next he eased one slippery finger inside her, stroking over her walls and loosening the entry muscles. As he softened and opened her for his dick, Angus and William were distracting her, kissing her, playing with her breasts, and equally preparing her for them. She was a joy and a delight, so warm and willing, entering into the fun of the preparation, teasing right back with them, making it harder and harder for him to go slowly and prepare her properly. Finally, he had three fingers inside her, and she was gripping them tightly. Mallory was also wiggling around on the bed, so he knew she was highly aroused. His goddamn dick was aching and bursting with the need to enter her, and a glance at his friends showed them as ready as him. “Any lube left?” Angus asked him. Mark shivered with anticipation. Was Angus going to fuck him while he fucked Mallory? Without answering, he handed Angus the tube. There was very little remaining. It was one of the many items on

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his shopping list for later today, but there was enough for Angus to lube his cock so he could enter him. William lay on his back, rolled on his condom, and the others moved away from Mallory. “Action time. Climb aboard,” William said, holding his arms out to Mallory. Mark’s eyes nearly crossed as he tried to watch Mallory sliding down on William’s shaft and also watch Angus lubing his cock. He had to keep turning his head, missing bits of the action in both places. All too soon, Mallory was sitting on William, her pussy nestled hard against his pelvis, William’s shaft inside her. From the looks on both their faces, it felt pretty good. Mark wanted to be inside her, wanted to know just exactly how hot she was, how tight. He was also really looking forward to the touch of William’s cock rubbing against the thin membrane that would be all that separated their two dicks deep inside her. Before he could think about it anymore, two fingers penetrated his ass and slathered lube around his walls. His dick grew another inch. He wouldn’t have believed it possible if he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes. His erection had never been this long before, and it was all due to Mallory. He couldn’t wait to slide into her ass. William nodded, at Mark, and Mark kneeled behind Mallory. He rested his hands on her hips, widening her ass cheeks. Mark leaned forward and kissed the round globes, then nipped them lightly with his teeth, loving the way she hissed at his touch. Carefully he lined his aching dick up with her tiny hole and pushed at the entry. He popped through the tight ring of muscle easily, and with almost no effort, he penetrated deep into her. “So hot, so tight, so absolutely perfect,” he murmured. When he was seated balls-deep, he held still so Angus could get into position. Angus was quick and rough, pushing past the muscles of Mark’s ass with a hearty thrust then slamming deep. All three men waited for several heartbeats then began to move in time, with the slow, steady beat that came naturally to them.

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Mark remained kneeling up a little to avoid squashing Mallory, but he only had a certain amount of leeway, because he needed to stay on an angle that Angus could use to enter him, and the three had to keep their bodies aligned to make the penetration unified and more pleasurable for everyone. But even with the logistics to consider, this was the best sex Mark had ever participated in. Mallory was hot, wet, and willing, offering all of herself in such a sensual, erotic way that Mark’s balls were ready to burst. Of their own volition, his hands cupped and caressed her ass, her back, her hips, as he drove in and out of her. His knees rested against her thighs, and his chest was pressed to her back. He was connected to her in so many places, and every one of them was overwhelmingly good. Behind him, Angus’s chest rested on his back, their bodies stuck together with sweat. The final link in the union was William’s cock, which he could feel in every stroke as they drove in and withdrew together, he in Mallory’s ass and William in her cunt. With the four of them working together, and two sets of double penetration, it was inevitable that none of them would last long. They were all too aroused, too consumed with the lust that the four of them together generated. No words were spoken, but with instinctual understanding, the three men began to move faster, to plunge deeper and harder. Mallory gripped Mark’s hip, her nails digging into him, urging him to move still faster again, and they did, maintaining a steady, driving, demanding pace, but one that couldn’t possibly last long. Mallory screamed, a keening wail, with her head thrown back. Her cunt and ass clenched hard, grabbing his dick so tightly he thought it might break, and in a manner of speaking it did, as his cum blasted out of it with no hope of him controlling it anymore. Through the paper-thin membrane, he felt the heat of William’s release, too, and then his own ass was filled with a burst of hot cum.

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Mallory’s climax had freed them all, and they slowed their pace to a final few strokes, gentling her and petting her as they eased her down from her orgasm. Mark leaned forward and pressed his mouth to her shoulder. He loved her so much, and he would remember this special time forever.

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Chapter Four Mallory disappeared into the bathroom and locked the door. It was not a big room, and she needed some time and space to herself. A lot had happened in the last twelve hours. Less than twelve hours, in fact. The men could all just wait until she was finished. She groaned when she glanced in the mirror and saw how wild her hair looked, so she began by shampooing it and conditioning it twice before moving on to wash the rest of herself. Some of her muscles felt stiff and overused in the most carnal way imaginable. Standing under the hot water helped soothe them, too. But finally she knew she needed to get out, get dried, and get to work. She had to make it look as if it were an ordinary day. When her stomach rumbled, she thought of breakfast, and realized that having put off shopping all week, today it was something she really needed to do. There were a few slices of bread left, which she’d intended to have for her own breakfast, but she was almost certain there weren’t four, and she was also fairly sure one slice of toasted bread wouldn’t be enough breakfast for a man. It was barely enough for herself. As she brushed her hair and tied it in a ponytail, Mallory mentally began writing herself a shopping list, but she kept being distracted by the thought of Angus’s sparkling green eyes, of William’s fair skin and tender looks, of the loving way Mark had kissed her back before he possessed her ass that morning. Dammit, concentrate, Mallory. You have a job to do, and now you have an evil museum director to prevent from catching your men as well.

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My men? Really? Oh, yeah, they’re mine, and I don’t plan on giving them up any time soon. She threw yesterday’s clothing into the clothes hamper and pulled on fresh underwear, her favorite deep-green top, and a clean pair of jeans. Then, wondering where the men were, and if they’d changed back into statues already, she slipped her feet into her gym shoes and walked into the kitchen. If I beat the eggs and chop the tomato, would that make enough of a topping on the toasted bread to feed the men? Assuming they haven’t shape-shifted yet. Do they even eat? She hadn’t thought of that. William had her four shopping bags out sitting on the bench beside him and was pouring coffee. Mark was sitting at the table, writing something on a sheet of paper. Angus was flipping her eggs in a pan, and suddenly the smell of fried bread made her feel even hungrier. All three men had wet hair, so they’d obviously gotten cleaned up. Since there wasn’t another bathroom, they must have washed up here in the kitchen or out in the roof garden. “While you eat your breakfast, check this shopping list and add anything else you need me to buy for you,” said Mark, handing her the pen and paper. “And here’s your breakfast,” said Angus, handing her a plate with two eggs on fried bread, an apple, and a cup of coffee. “What about you? Do you eat?” Mallory took a bite. “Oh, good idea to use the paprika. That gives the eggs an extra zing,” she mumbled around a mouthful of food. “Yes, when in human form, we’re normal people. I’m afraid we ate all your pasta and vegetables, not that there was much in your refrigerator anyway. Hence the list,” said Mark, waving at it to get to her to read it. “Sorry. I’ve been meaning to go to the store all week. I’ll do it today.”

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“You need to be visible doing your regular work, just as if today was the same as yesterday. Mark is going to the bank to access our accounts and sort out our finances, and then he’ll shop for us all. He can carry a much heavier load of food than you could, and four of us will eat quite a lot of food, even if two of us stay in statue form during the day,” said Angus. “He’ll use the back door, just as you usually do. Do you normally talk to people around here or at the store?” asked William. “When I go to the little store on the corner of Twenty-First Street, it’s usually Giorgio serving there and I say ‘hi’ to him. But if I go to the supermarket on Twentieth, I don’t know anyone there. As for people walking around on the streets, I haven’t gotten to know my neighbors yet. I’ve been meaning to, but…” “It’s actually a good thing you’ve been too busy to make friends, otherwise we’d have to keep them safe from Teivel, too,” said Angus. “Why don’t you go now to Giorgio’s? If you haven’t shopped for a while, he’ll have missed you. Just buy whatever you’d usually buy. Then when you get back, Mark can go and do a more comprehensive shopping excursion at the supermarket,” suggested William. Mallory ate the last bite of her meal, sighed happily, and nodded. Angus looked at her and said, “You’d better buy more shopping bags, too, Mark. Four won’t hold enough food for us for a week, and you don’t want to be going there so often people start recognizing you.” Mark nodded and went and put on his necktie and suit coat, while Mallory left via the rear door. **** Once again Mark thanked all the gods in the pantheon that they’d used thumbprints for their lockboxes, not some kind of key or code. The thin, elderly banker recognized him instantly, just as he’d recognized the old man. That was one worry removed. He’d wondered whether the old man had retired or even died over the past

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few years, and had pictured himself trying to explain to a new staff member the kind of “business” that had prevented him from any kind of contact with the bank over that time period. The city apartment was just as they’d left it. The bills had all been paid by direct debit as they’d fallen due, and apart from a layer of dust over everything, it was fine. Mark quickly packed a suitcase of underwear, toiletries, personal papers, shoes, and some jeans and tops for them all, then stashed the case in the trunk of the car he’d just hired. His next stop was Walmart where he outfitted himself in the latest fashion in jeans, footwear, T-shirt, and sweaters. At an electronics store, he added a laptop computer and a cell phone to his purchases, and then at a second similar store, he bought the same again. They’d said only one of them would transform at a time, but he wanted to be prepared in case two of them were out of the museum. He considered buying a third cell phone, but thought it unnecessary. He then visited a large food store, carefully getting everything on his shopping list before going to a second large supermarket and buying more food and staple items. The trunk of the hired car was crammed full, and he was very tired of shopping, so Mark decided he’d done enough for now and drove back to the museum. His key opened the back door and reminded him he still needed to arrange for a locksmith to change all the locks. As quickly as he could, he unloaded the things he’d collected into the rear hallway, and then he locked the door and drove away, travelling six blocks before he started looking for a parking lot where he could leave the car. Hiring the car was deliberate. The three of them had decided it was the easiest way to keep changing vehicles, in case anyone recognized them or the car, and having a vehicle had definitely made his chores today much easier than having to do it all on foot. It meant he’d done all the shopping in a neighborhood where he was unknown, and so was Mallory, which he hoped had given them some protection from Teivel finding them.

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Back at the museum, he unpacked all the shopping, enjoying the way the refrigerator and pantry were filled with food. Gratefully, he took off the outdated suit pants—he’d removed the jacket and necktie as soon as he’d left the bank—and changed into new jeans and a Tshirt. He left the suitcase of clothes for them all in the bedroom, and set up one of the laptops to search for a locksmith. A webpage for a female locksmith caught his eye as he surfed the web. “Mallory would be likely to choose another woman,” he said softly to himself, scrolling through the site and checking all the details. Just as he was about to phone the woman, Trudy, he realized that Mallory would need to do it herself, and that she would need a reason the directors of the museum would accept as to why she was changing the locks. Mark bookmarked the page and leaned back in his chair, his hands behind his head. His mind focused on Mallory. Mallory sucking his cock last night, trying to make it as good as possible for him, even though she was on the brink of her own orgasm. Mallory writhing beneath him in joy as they all fucked together this morning. Mallory screaming her release as she came and came and came, gripping his cock so hard the cum burst out of him in an explosion so strong, he’d never come as hard in his life before. Mallory— That was it! Mallory had screamed loudly in release this morning, and it was possible those oak dragons had heard her. Even if they didn’t, her scream could be used to good effect. What if she’d woken from a nightmare about someone in her room…No, that might lead Teivel to think one of the dragons had shifted. It would have to be a nightmare that the museum was being robbed. Yes, that’d work. She knew the locks hadn’t been changed, and who knew how careful the previous owner may have been with the keys. He was very old after all and may have given or loaned keys to any number of people. So after her nightmare, Mallory had decided the best thing for the safety of the museum was to have all the locks changed. Problem solved!

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**** Mallory was concerned that she’d pay extra attention to Angus and William, or even talk to them and likely say something she shouldn’t, in case the dragons in the back storeroom overheard her. She even wondered if there may be other dragons around who were shape-shifters and might be working for Teivel, or he might suborn them at a later date. There was a group of small dragons, carved of all different materials, each just the perfect size to fit in the palm of a hand. Mallory had been fascinated with them since she first saw them, so she decided today was a good day to work on them as she could take them directly into her office. If she spoke out loud there, it didn’t matter. Unless, of course, these statues were shape-shifters. Mallory sighed. How had her life gotten so complicated so quickly! But once she started working, Mallory forgot about everything else. These little statues were beautiful, each tiny dragon carved out of a single piece of rock. She cleaned each one carefully then started looking for their paperwork. They had numbers, not names on their bases, and no paperwork was filed by number. Mallory sat turning the jade one round and round in her hand. Suddenly, a light bulb flashed on in her mind. “I bet you were carved by a Chinese artisan. The Chinese are famed for carving statues out of a single piece of rock. And the layers in your wings seem to me to be traditional Chinese artistry, too. Jade! Duh! I should have thought of that sooner.” She carefully placed the jade statue back on her desk, with the rose quartz one, the ivory one, a dragon carved from soapstone, and the final one carved from lapis lazuli, and went to the filing cabinet looking under China/Chinese. And there the paperwork was, the sheets for each statue jammed together in a crumpled pile. Settling in front of her computer, Mallory filled out the paperwork for the pieces then laid the dragons out on a piece of deep purple

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velvet, angled the desk lamp to illuminate them but not cast shadows, and took photographs of them all. Her next step was to upload the pictures, save and print out the dragons’ provenance cards, and back up her computer. Finally, she took the little dragons back downstairs to the second room and laid them back on their table, arranging them on the purple velvet fabric, which accentuated their colors. “I really need to polish your table, too. It looks dusty now you’re all looking so handsome,” she told them. But as she looked to the windows, she saw it was growing dark and knew she should finish for the day. “I’ll do that first thing tomorrow,” she promised, turning off the lights. Mallory went from room to room, checking the windows were all locked and barred, testing the front and back doors were still secure, and then finally she walked into her apartment. The day had flown by, but now she’d stopped working, she was tired. And hungry. Besides, she wanted to spend time with Angus, Mark, and William—if she hadn’t imagined them! No, she hadn’t imagined the sex. Twice. The best sex of her life and the only time she’s ever had more than one man. Each of them was so different, each an individual, but she couldn’t choose between them. They were all caring, considerate, and hotter than hell. She was falling in love with them, too. She wasn’t at all sure how that could be as she’d only known them in human form for a day, but she’d been working on and with them for much longer than that, building the connection, she guessed. With a sexy little shiver at the thought of the evening ahead of her, Mallory hurried into her apartment. As soon as she opened the door, she smelled the most delicious scent. A pot roast was on cooking! Mark must have not only shopped, but then prepared a meal for them all as well. “Gotta love a man who cooks,” she said, walking into the kitchen. “Why thank you, beautiful one.” Mark bowed with a flourish. Just then, Angus and William appeared behind her, stark naked.

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“Unfair competition. Go and put on some of your clothes that I brought with me. They’re in the suitcase in the bedroom.” “They’ll be all old and out-of-date!” complained William. “Yeah, I know, but I tried to get you each something you could wear to go clothes shopping for yourselves. I bought most of my new clothes at a chain store. The prices there are very reasonable even if they aren’t exactly Armani.” Mallory looked at Mark critically. The jeans and T-shirt he was wearing would blend in anywhere. He looked neither over nor underdressed. “You’ve chosen well. Those clothes are perfectly normal,” she said. “That’s what I was aiming for. To be inconspicuous, we need to blend in. And Armani would not blend in unless we were at a very exclusive dinner.” “Oh, yes, dinner. I’m starving.” “Why didn’t you come upstairs for lunch?” “I was busy working on a puzzle with some small dragons, and I never noticed the time until it started to get dark.” Mallory collected plates and cutlery and laid them out on the bench. The other men returned, dressed now, and Mark served the pot roast. He’d baked potatoes and cooked squash and green beans to go with it, and Mallory ate everything on her plate with a sigh of pure delight. “How do you feel about hiring a female locksmith?” Mark asked Mallory “Yeah, sure. All I want is someone whose prices are reasonable and who isn’t connected with Teivel in any way.” “Well, I can’t promise she’s honest, but I checked out the links on her website, and there was nothing that raised red flags with me, no connection to any of the businesses we know Teivel has his tentacles in,” said Mark. “Sounds good then. I’ll talk to her this evening. I need to have a reason for doing this though. I can’t just say I don’t trust Teivel, or that you have keys or something.”

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“Actually, I thought of that. Remember how you screamed when you came this morning?” “Oh, yeah. Likely I shouldn’t have done that. What if someone heard me?” “We’ll make sure your mouth is full tonight so you can’t scream,” said William with a huge grin. Mallory could guess what he was going to fill her mouth with, and she was good with that idea. “The real reason why you screamed is that you had a nightmare the museum was being robbed. It was your subconscious acknowledging that old Mr. Tanner may have given all kinds of people keys to the building, and here you are in sole charge of these valuable artworks. So of course you decided to change the locks. It was only common sense.” “Oh, nice plan. I like it.” “I was thinking today, too, while I was stuck under the drop cloths,” said Angus. “Aha. And what were you thinking about? Sex on drop cloths?” asked William. “Now that’s got potential. But no, I was thinking we really need to go through the papers in the trunk a lot more carefully and look for possible shape-shifters. We had a quick look through them last night, but we ought to read every word on every page with our thoughts focused on looking for signs of human life.” “Much as I hate to have to say it, he’s right,” groaned Mark. “Not only that, but I think you should be looking for papers Mr. Tanner may have hidden. He wanted the museum to stay as it was. He would have been opposed to Teivel’s plan, so I don’t think it’s unreasonable he may have some papers put away somewhere safe that he could have used to keep Teivel from outvoting him, or whatever,” said Mallory. “Our woman is smart. That’s a brilliant thought,” said William beaming at her.

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“But first, let’s get the locksmith organized. I really think that should be our number one priority right now.” They moved into the living room, all leaning over the laptop and looking at the website, agreeing this woman seemed to be the perfect choice, before Mallory phoned Trudy. “The Magic Dragon Museum? Corner of Nineteenth Street and Main? I can be there at ten tomorrow. That suit you?” Trudy asked. “Perfect. See you then.” “Now that business is out of the way, it must be time for fun,” said Angus, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. “I’m guessing you bought condoms as well as food?” Mallory asked. “Hell yes, a giant box. And a big jar of lube. Being inventive was a lot of fun, but good old-fashioned fucking without having to count the number of condoms remaining and divide by three will also be good,” said Mark. “Not good at math, huh?” “Enough talking. Let’s take this into the bedroom,” said Angus, picking up Mallory and slinging her over his shoulder. “I’m thinking a daisy chain tonight. That’ll keep her mouth too busy to scream,” he added. “Sounds good, but I get Mallory’s pussy,” said William. “You know, you keep saying you’re straight, but I’m willing to bet if one of us sucks your cock, you won’t complain,” said Angus. Mallory twisted her body to see William. He had said he was straight. But then he seemed to like sharing her with the other men, and Mark had been very verbal about how good it was to feel another man’s cock touching his when they were inside her together. She waited impatiently to hear William’s reply, but he remained silent. “How does this work?” she asked as Angus dropped her into the center of the bed. “It works by us all being naked.” Mark laughed, stripping off his clothes and dropping them on the floor.

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She grinned and shook her head. “I’m not sure why you bothered to buy clothes. Naked seems to be your outfit of choice.” “Around you, woman, that’s definitely true,” said William, dropping a kiss on her nose. Mallory noticed he’d gotten undressed, too. These men must hold the world speed record for getting naked. Then hands were on her shoes, her jeans, and her top, and in the blink of an eye, she was as undressed as them. The men arranged themselves around her on the bed in a loose square formation, with body parts overlapping. Mark settled his cock over Mallory’s face, while his head was level with Angus’s crotch. Angus’s mouth was lined up with William’s dick and William’s head was planted firmly on her pussy. Mallory laid back and decided to concentrate on the yummy cock right at tongue level. She wasn’t too sure how the men would suck each other, as the cocks were pointing in different directions, not always the logical way to go down on. However, she figured not only did they know what they were doing, but also, they were inventive enough to overcome any logistical difficulties. Mallory began by taking a long swipe down the shaft of Mark’s cock, savoring the taste of him, the hardness of his shaft, the deep throbbing pulse in his vein, all the way down to his slightly rough, slightly hairy balls. As with the hair on his head, his body hair was black and thick, though, true to his granite nature, his skin was much more pink than either tan or olive. Mallory tilted her head right back, opened her throat, and sucked him down as far as he would go before very gradually releasing him. Then she nibbled her way along his shaft and sucked first one of his balls then the other into her mouth. The skin of his balls was a vivid contrast to that of his shaft or his cockhead. The cockhead, protected by his foreskin, was very soft and sensitive. She hardly had to touch it to make him shiver and groan. His balls, though, were winkled and hairy and a much tougher texture, although sucking them made him groan, too.

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William was doing wicked things to her pussy. He’d swiped along the length of her slit, much as she’d done with Mark’s shaft, but then he’d delved his tongue deep inside her, licking her cream and teasing along her walls. Now he had his chin pressing on her clit as his hands held her labia apart, and his mouth and teeth worked over her lips, nipping, nibbling, and sucking all along them and back again. This time it was Mallory who groaned, and then she decided to copy a few maneuvers from William. So she dipped the tip of her tongue into the eye of Mark’s cock, licking up his essence then sliding her tongue all over the head of his cock as she pushed his foreskin right down and let it come up again. She followed this up by once again sucking him as deep down her throat as she could manage, hollowing her cheeks and exerting pressure, enough to pull on him, not enough to hurt, she hoped. Again, his moans seemed to indicate she’d gotten the tension between the two extremes right. Mallory became more aware of the other two men. Bodies were touching hers from every angle, and by moving her hands and feet, she realized she could keep in contact with Angus as well. She let her toe slide up and down a leg. She wasn’t completely sure whose it was, but she thought, hoped, it was Angus’s. She liked the idea of being connected to everyone, responding to all three men at once. William was sucking her clit now, pulling on it quite firmly, then licking inside her pussy again, before returning to tease all around her little button, cranking up her desire that he touch it once more. Again, she decided to mimic this tactic with Mark, licking around his belly button, teasing around his cock and balls, watching his cock wave frantically in the air and his balls draw up tight against his body, before sucking his cockhead into her mouth once again. Mark’s cock was deep in her mouth, and she hollowed her cheeks, ready to suck on him again, when William curved three fingers up inside her cunt, dragging them across her G-spot, at the exact time he bit her clit.

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A huge climax raced at her from nowhere, roaring through her body and exploding in her pussy. Hastily, she sucked again on Mark, reminding herself not to scream, but unable to prevent her limbs from shaking like a tree in a storm. Again and again, the ripples of the climax rolled through her, and she sucked on Mark like a lollipop. She was rewarded by a burst of cum hitting the back of her throat, and she licked and laved him some more as more jets of seed filled her mouth. She wrapped one leg around Angus, wanting him to be joined to her as well as to the other men, only to feel his body shuddering in release. She let Mark slide out of her mouth. “Daisy chain is good,” she gasped a bit hoarsely. “Hell, yes.”

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Chapter Five Angus had collected the hired car and gone to a large mall for his shopping very early because he wanted to be back in time to watch over Mallory when the locksmith came. Although everything about this Trudy seemed all right on the surface, he had to be there to see her and make a judgment on her himself. He’d also picked up a few more items of shopping that hadn’t been on Mark’s list yesterday, such as a couple bars of chocolate and a bag of fresh muffins. He’d never met a woman who didn’t like chocolate, and he was certain Mallory would appreciate having some, plus it seemed only polite to offer the locksmith a cup of coffee and a muffin. And milk! Mallory obviously drank her coffee black, but personally a little cream in it made it much better in his opinion, and the locksmith might prefer some, too. Promptly at ten, the museum door chimes rang, and Mallory hurried to open the door. She’d already removed the bars—against Angus’s expressed opinion—but left the locks in deference to his arguments. Only the knowledge that he was right there to protect her had prevented him from re-barring the door the moment she’d acted. The locksmith was not at all what he’d been expecting. She was the tiniest little blonde, wearing jeans with her knees poking out of holes in them, and a huge bunch of keys on a carabiner at her waist. Her pixie face widened into a grin as Mallory opened the door. “I see why you need me. A ten-year-old with a paperclip could open that.” The locksmith waved dismissively at the door.

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“I had a feeling you were going to say something like that. Let me show you the back door and the fire door,” said Mallory, leading the way down the hallway. Trudy nodded and muttered as she inspected the building, stopping at the first display room and gesturing to the windows. “Want me to look at them, too?” “I don’t think—” “Yes, please do,” Angus overrode Mallory firmly. When they both stared at him, he shrugged and eased off a little. “She’s here. You may as well get all her advice.” “Okay.” Trudy moved fast from room to room, her eyes flicking to doors, windows, ceilings. Damn! I hadn’t even thought of that. There could be bugs in the ducting or anything. They finished up in Mallory’s apartment on the top floor, with Trudy inspecting her door out to the roof garden and shaking her head. “The security here is shit. Honestly, I could break in here at four different places in less than three seconds each without even needing a picklock.” She pulled her cell phone our of her jeans pocket, scrolled through it a bit, and handed it to Mallory. “This is what you need as a bare minimum. I don’t know what your budget is, but you also need the window security to be much better, and I’d like to check the roof access, too.” Mallory seemed resigned and was looking at the phone, so Angus stood up and said, “Let’s go out onto the roof. You’d better look at it while you’re here.” He ushered Trudy out and followed her around, watching her shake her head. This was going to cost a lot of money, he could tell. Well, if the museum directors—especially Teivel— wouldn’t allocate the funding, they’d pay for it themselves. Their woman needed to be safe, and the artworks were damn valuable and needed a decent security system.

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When Trudy had left, promising to e-mail a quotation through that evening, Mallory turned to Angus, her forehead creased with worry lines. “The directors aren’t going to agree to a huge expense, are they? No one has broken in here, and Mr. Tanner wasn’t concerned about the security, so I expect they’ll pay for new locks for all the doors, but they aren’t going to want to install a full security system, or add extra railings to the roof, or anything like that.” He couldn’t resist pulling her into his arms and kissing the worry lines then smoothing her forehead with his fingers, willing her stress to go away. “Mr. Tanner didn’t need the income from the museum. He was independently wealthy and old and tired. The new directors do want to get the museum up and running profitably. However, they likely don’t want their assets stolen, and once the museum becomes better known, and some of the artworks start going out to other exhibitions, word will get around in art circles that The Magic Dragon Museum has some very valuable pieces. That, in turn, will make it a target for art thieves, so if you explain all that to them, it’s sound business sense to get the museum’s security upgraded now before the bad guys find out how easy it would be to rob it.” Mallory nodded, sighed, and agreed. “Yes, I can see all that. But I suspect it’s going to cost a lot of money, and they aren’t going to be happy about it, assuming they agree.” “Um, Mallory. Mark, William, and I aren’t exactly poor. One of the advantages of having lived longer than the average human is the ability to wait for long-term financial growth opportunities. I know we went shopping in a chain store, but that’s because we want to look ordinary and fit in with the crowd, not because we can’t afford nicer clothes. If the directors won’t pay for the upgrades the museum needs, we’ll pay for it. For a start, your safety is incredibly important to us. But also, this is our home. It’s only fair we contribute to the costs.” Mallory sighed again. “Well, let’s just hope they agree. That’ll solve all our problems. I’m glad I didn’t know how weak the security

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was those first three months. I was so happy here alone. Although, I was always wary of having the downstairs lights on at night.” She shrugged. “I must get to work. What are you planning to do?” “We decided to read all the papers much more carefully, looking for clues about potential shape-shifters.” “Oh yes, that’s right.” “I’ll prepare some lunch for you at one o’clock, okay?” “Thanks. See you then.” Angus watched as Mallory ran down the stairs. Yes, he was supposed to be reading the papers in the trunk again, but what she’d just said had raised the hairs on the back of his neck. She’d always been very careful never to leave lights on downstairs after dark. Something had definitely worried her about that, and it wasn’t good. He needed to visit that electronics store Mark had found and buy one of those gadgets that detected electronic bugs so they could check the whole museum carefully, and also he needed a good set of binoculars. Come nighttime, he planned to find out just who could see into their windows and from which buildings. **** For the first time ever, Mallory couldn’t settle down to work. She polished the table on which she’d placed the palm-sized stone dragons. She looked at first one statue, then another, but none of them was calling her to work on them. She wandered over to the windows and stared out, wondering who lived in the tall buildings in the next block or if they were businesses and offices. She looked at her watch, wishing it was lunchtime, yet she wasn’t hungry. She’d eaten better in the last twenty-four hours than she had in the previous month. Get a grip, woman. She turned and wandered into the rear storeroom. It wasn’t exactly a storeroom, although that was how she was using it, storing all her cleaning gear here. It had a desk pushed against the side wall under a small, high window. There was a filing

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cabinet beside the desk, and she’d already been through it, looking for paperwork she needed. The first two dragons she’d been unable to identify were sitting on the desk, and she thought they were looking at her rather reproachfully. Now, of course, they’d been joined by the four oak dragons. Even though she’d found their provenances, she hadn’t brought them back out into the second room in case they were spies for Teivel. Gently, she stroked one of the first dragons. He was a handsome fellow, his wings opened wide, and carved very intricately in limestone, with the colors running through him in a very attractive manner. “I’m sorry I’ve neglected you. I’ll have another look for your paperwork now.” Mallory pulled out the chair and settled herself in it, opening the middle drawer of the filing cabinet, and grabbed a sheaf of wrinkled old papers. Time passed as Mallory read, sorted, and filed, finally coming across an old, torn, dirty sheet of paper that explained so much to her. She sat back in the chair, holding her find to her chest, and nodded. She was about to speak to the dragons then forced her mouth closed. Crevan, Daegan, Graegor, and Penllyn were here, too. She pulled the pair of dragons across the desk so they were right in front of her. Up until now, she hadn’t even realized one of them was a female. She was made of limestone too, but her colorings were more yellowy, whereas the lines on the male were more amber and bronze. “I’ll be back after lunch. Hopefully I can work more on you this afternoon,” she promised the female. She wasn’t willing to risk saying anymore, but Mallory wanted her to know she cared. Mallory ran up the stairs to her apartment, wondering what Angus had provided for lunch. She smiled. Lunch was simply an excuse. She just wanted to tell him, tell all of them, about the paper she’d found. A thick slice of crusty bread was waiting in her place at the table, and as she arrived, Angus served a bowl of delicious-smelling soup

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and carried it to her. “Yum. Pumpkin soup,” she said. Then she laughed as he brought the serving bowl of soup over for himself. “Your bowls are too small,” he rationalized, cutting himself two thick slices of bread. She inhaled the rich, spicy fragrance of the soup then ate. So much for not being hungry. She seemed to do nothing but eat around these men. Maybe it was all the sexy exercise she was getting lately. But after several mouthfuls, she pulled the sheet of paper from her jeans pocket and said, “Read that. It explains so many things.” “Hmmff?” Angus looked at her. “Just read it.” At first Angus’s spoon moved smoothly up and down from his bowl to his mouth as he read. Then it stopped midway as he concentrated on the paper. “Tanner had a daughter.” “Who fell in love with a shape-shifting dragon.” “So he established this museum as a home for her and a hobby for himself forty years ago. And everything worked perfectly until someone discovered his secret.” “I’m betting that someone was Teivel, or a person who told Teivel,” interjected Mallory. “But where is his daughter now? Why didn’t she come forward when he died? Is she in hiding, or too scared, or what?” “She’s a limestone dragon sitting on the desk in the back storeroom with her husband. You didn’t tell me humans could become dragons. And I’m betting she can’t shift back, because Teivel or someone is blocking her from making the change.” “Those damn oak dragons! Were they near her?” Angus dropped his spoon and stared at Mallory. “Yes, they were. And they are now, too, since I moved them out into the back storeroom when I couldn’t find their provenance. But there would have been a couple days between when I put Tanner’s daughter and her husband out there and when I moved the oak dragons out there. I wonder why she didn’t shift then.”

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“We can ask her. After lunch, bring her up to your office. Tell her you’re going to do her paperwork, so Crevan and his cohorts don’t get suspicious. Hopefully, when she’s that far away from them, she can shift and tell us what’s going on.” “You’re assuming she’s the victim here. What if she’s on Teivel’s side and tells him about you?” “You’re a smart woman. I hadn’t thought of that, but of course parents argue with their children all the time. But why after forty years?” “I think I need to keep going through that filing cabinet this afternoon to see if there’s anything more about her. If everything seems genuine, I’ll bring her up this evening. Well, her and her husband. I guess I need to keep them together.” “In that case, wait until almost dark before you bring them, so Mark and William will be here as well for backup in case the two of them are working for Teivel.” “Good plan. You three need to tell me about humans becoming dragons, too.” “All right. I’m not avoiding the issue. I just think all three of us need to be present for that conversation.” “Tonight,” she said firmly. Angus nodded. **** Mallory found some interesting papers in the filing cabinet, but nothing more about Tanner’s daughter. In the end, she decided to take only the female upstairs. For a start, they were reasonably heavy, and carrying two of them up four flights of stairs wouldn’t have been a lot of fun. But more importantly, she felt if they were both on the bad team, at least she’d halved the danger to herself and the men. She waited until dusk was deepening then tidied up the desk, filing the papers she’d been looking at neatly except for a couple she

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wanted to take upstairs. Then she picked up the female and said, “I hope to start your paperwork tonight, so let’s take you into my office.” As always, she checked all the windows and doors, looking forward to when the new security system would be installed and she’d feel truly safe. Trudy’s quotation for the work was likely sitting in her inbox already. She wanted to see that, soon, too. And presumably Angus would have prepared another meal. She sure could get used to having men who cook around the apartment. Although she’d likely get fat. But then, if they stayed around, the sex would be mighty fine exercise, so it’d all work out. Mallory shivered with lust. It was hard to believe she wanted them so much when she hardly knew them. But of course, she’d been talking to them for three months, before they came to life, so in a way, she was used to having them around. Mallory didn’t hear any noises behind her, but instinctively she knew William and Mark were following her up the stairs. I guess being naked and barefoot does make for silence. No shoe noises or swish of fabric as you walk. But they’d better put some clothes on before we see if this statue comes to life. I don’t want another woman looking at my men’s cocks! Mallory went straight into her office and put the statue on her desk, wiggling her shoulders and shaking her arms. It had been heavy to carry up so many stairs. Angus appeared instantly, two pairs of jeans in his hands, one of which he passed to each of the other two men, who were, indeed, right behind her. She smiled at him. “Thank you for that. I really don’t want other people seeing you three naked.” “Yeah, I guessed you’d be a tad possessive about our equipment. And speaking of equipment, I’ve checked the apartment and the roof garden, and there’re no electronic bugs up here. We’ll check the rest of the museum later tonight just to be sure.” “Oh, thank you. Trudy did mention something about that. I can’t wait to see how much it’s going to cost to do everything she wants.”

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Mallory slid into the chair at her desk, the three men gathered behind her, and she turned the statue to face everyone. “Jaydeline Tanner, it’s time for you to transform to your human shape and tell us what’s going on,” she said firmly. The statue wavered and shimmered for long moments. Mallory realized she was holding her breath and let it out slowly, and then with a pop, the dragon on her desk was a woman whose long legs were hunched against her body. Angus’s arm reached past Mallory, holding a man’s baggy T-shirt. Jaydeline slipped it over her head and stood up, the shirt almost reaching her knees. “Thanks, Angus. Hi, William, Mark. And please call me Jay. I’ve always hated the name Jaydeline.” “Have we met before? I don’t recall you,” said Mark. “I know all the shape-shifters. There’s so few of us, just you three, the four Celtic men, and Sinclair and me. But Dad was very keen for no one ever to know about me. And wisely so as it turned out. I’d like to know who’s been blocking the portal all these years.” “Isn’t it Crevan and his gang?” asked William. “Everyone knows Celtic oak controls portals, but who is controlling them? Graegor and Sinclair were really good friends, so it has to be someone who has a hold over one or more of them,” Jay said tersely. “Do any of them have family which would make them vulnerable?” asked Mallory. “I don’t know of any, but we’re all a bit behind on the latest news,” said William. “So why don’t we go and ask them? If they see all of you transformed, won’t they be able to transform and answer questions?” Mallory asked. The men all started speaking at once, and Mallory just sat back and let them. She’d twisted in her chair to watch the four other people

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in the room and was impressed at how relaxed Jay was for someone who’d been unable to transform for several years. Angus disappeared out of the room for a moment and came back with his hands in his pocket. Mallory wondered what he’d decided to take downstairs with them then remembered he’d said he had a gizmo to check if a room was bugged. “I think we should bring them all up here,” she said, speaking over several of the others. There were a few minutes of total silence, and then Angus nodded. “Agreed.” They all trooped down the stairs and into the back room. Jay picked up her husband and cuddled him to her chest. William took two oak statues and the other men one each, then all went back into the apartment, Mallory leading them into the living room. “Wait out there until Sinclair’s transformed,” ordered Jay, waving the other men to stay well back. Of course. I should have thought of that! Jay placed Sinclair in the center of the floor and whispered to him, but nothing happened. Mark took the statue Angus was holding from him, nodded to William, and said, “We’d better go back downstairs. Come and get us when it’s time.” Sinclair transformed much more easily than Jay had done, and like the other three men, when Mallory had first met them, he seemed to be unaware of his nakedness. Angus left the room and came back with the suitcase of clothes. “It seems I’m going to be dressing everyone today. Try this pair,” he said, handing jeans to Sinclair. The limestone dragon was locked in a passionate kiss with Jay, but finally they broke apart and he pulled the jeans on. They were too long, but he casually rolled up the cuffs. William and Angus returned, placing the oak dragons on the coffee table. Angus stood in front of them and spoke in his most imperious tone. “We know Teivel has some kind of hold over you. We know he

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was using you to block Sinclair, Jaydeline, and the three of us from transforming. Change now and help us solve this problem.” Nothing happened. Mallory found that once again she was holding her breath, so she released it. Again Angus spoke. “We know Teivel planned to put you in exhibitions and use you to steal artworks for him. The perfect crime. He’d have become even richer, you’d never get caught, and Mallory would end up in jail for thefts she had nothing to do with.” Daegan, the darkest colored one, transformed. He was very much a black Irishman, with thick black hair and deep blue eyes. “We would never have stolen anything, nor allowed an innocent to be convicted of another’s crimes. You wrong us in suggesting we’d ever agree to such a thing,” he said hotly. By the time he’d finished speaking, Penllyn, the palest one, had transformed into a gray-eyed blond. “My brother tells the truth. We couldn’t fight our bonds, but we would never have done anything wrong.” “What bonds? What hold has Teivel got over you?” asked Angus, for the third time. Graegor, a redhead, and Crevan, with brown hair and eyes, were now standing beside the first two dragons, all of them naked and uncaring of the fact. Mallory wondered if she should pull some clothing out of the suitcase, but she didn’t want to miss any nuance of what was happening in the room. She also really wanted to know why, if they were so opposed to doing anything illegal, had they become caught up in Teivel’s machinations. “What the fuck is going on here? And why are so many of you naked?” Mallory spun around so fast she nearly fell over. Everyone in the room was totally silent. Trudy opened the door from the roof garden and walked in. “I told you the security here was useless. Now is anyone going to answer me?”

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Chapter Six “Are you quite sure this is what you want, Mallory? Once we perform the ceremony, it’s irreversible. We four will be bonded for life—dragon life, several hundred years,” said Angus, his green eyes staring into her hazel ones. “Yes, I’m certain. You three have given me so much happiness. How could I not want to join with you?” “I want to protect you and care for you. I already promised to do that, but once you’re a dragon, we’ll be closer than we are now, and I don’t want you to think this is my choice, not yours, to make it easy for me or something,” said William. Mallory turned her head to catch Mark’s gaze as well. “Don’t you three understand? I love you. I love each of you for different reasons, in different ways, but it’s inconceivable to me not to be a part of you. Becoming a dragon just makes good sense. I like the idea of us being completely united.” “There’s still a lot of questions to be answered, and loose ends to be tied up, but with Sinclair, Jay, Penllyn, Graegor, Crevan, and Daegan, as well as the three of us, we’re pretty sure Teivel’s influence and power are about to come to an end. But we’ll always worry about you, always want to cherish and protect you,” said Mark. “I get that. So can we begin the ceremony now? You’ve said you’ll care for me. You’ve offered me the choice. I’ve said I love you and want to be a dragon. So what happens next?” “Next we fuck. Triple penetration. When you climax, we bite you and the semen and saliva cause the transformation,” explained William.

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“That all sounds fine. Let’s do it.” William pulled her into his arms. “I love you so much, woman. I never thought we’d find our soul mate. I expected us to just be a team, never a family. You can’t understand how happy this makes me.” “I do understand a little. I was so happy to get this job. It was perfect for me, a mixture of physical and mental challenges. Being my own boss, I could decide what I did when, within the frameworks of deadlines and so on. I never understood how lonely I was, how starved for human company, until you three came into my life and transformed it. Now I’m operating on a totally different level, still loving the job, but more focused on our relationship. You three mean everything to me.” “All right, enough with the mushy stuff. Can we get on with the fucking, beautiful one?” asked Mark. Mallory laughed, turned, and pulled her sweater over her head, then unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. As she unsnapped her bra, two hands came around her and cupped her breasts. She didn’t have to look to know it’d be William, who loved touching her there. She leaned back against his hard chest and rubbed her ass over his cock. It was ready for action. All three of her men always were. Hands were pulling her panties down. She wiggled her hips to make it easier for Mark then glanced down to confirm her guess. She was just in time to see Mark’s tongue flash out and lick along her slit. Ohhh so good. Angus had undressed and pulled the comforter off their new California King-size bed. A jar of lube was in his hands. Looks like he wants my ass today. Mallory was maneuvered onto the bed, and Mark slid between her legs, licking her pussy again before rolling her over, so Angus could prepare her. Mallory knew she’d open easily. The men just had to walk into the room to have her wanting them in her pussy, her ass, her mouth, anywhere. They weren’t just incredibly easy to look at. They

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were wonderful people as well, who kept her laughing, thinking, and loving them. Soon William lay on his back and opened his arms to her. Briefly, she teased them all by rising up and down on his hips, but she wanted this too much to wait for long, so before long she slid down on him, loving the way he stretched and filled her. When he was balls-deep inside her, she laid flat on William’s chest, rubbing her breasts against the wall of muscles until his nipples were rock-hard points digging into her soft flesh. Angus pressed his cock at her ass, still massaging the ring of muscles there, but as she’d expected, he breached her entry easily and then slid into her. It never ceased to amaze her how one man filled her totally, but the second one always fitted in as well. Her walls stretched around their big cocks, expanding until they were fully accepted, and she was filled to the brim, completed, and totally possessed by them. But she still had one more man to welcome inside. Mallory turned her head to the side, and Mark was waiting for her, his cock level with her lips. She placed a hand on his shaft and guided him into her mouth, letting her tongue run along his erection as she took more and more of him into her mouth. She let him slide out a ways and concentrated on the head, sucking it, scraping her teeth across it, then sliding the tip of her tongue down between his foreskin and his cockhead, knowing how very arousing he found that touch. William and Angus had started moving now, driving into her together then withdrawing together, but slightly quicker than their usual slow and measured pace. Mallory felt that urgency, too. This time was going to be fast. They all wanted to rush forward to the next step, to her becoming a dragon. As Mallory licked and sucked Mark’s cock, she squeezed her internal muscles, gripping the two cocks deep inside her in time with the suction on the one in her mouth. Angus and William were groaning now, slamming into her hard and fast, their hips rising into hers, their hands holding her tightly between them. She kept her own

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hand on Mark’s cock, cupping and rolling his balls, but Mark was filled with the same sense of impatience, and his hips were pounding up and down into her mouth, too. The orgasm was building deep inside Mallory, much faster than normal for her, coiling tighter, winding her up with a desperate need to come. Already her toes were curling and her body starting to shake. “Now!” ordered Angus. Three mouths were on her shoulders. Three sets of incisors broke her skin. Three men drank from her. The orgasm raced through Mallory, crashing into her like a tidal wave, almost blowing her apart. Her cunt and ass gripped the cocks inside her, and she forced her mouth to suck Mark as deeply as she could, hollowing her cheeks and building the tension in her mouth as her own internal pressure valve exploded in release. As Mallory crashed into her climax, bursts of hot cum exploded in her ass, her cunt, and her mouth simultaneously. The men sucked her blood as they filled her with their essence, and all four shook in release. When her body stopped rippling around them, the men pulled out from her and dragged her to her feet. “Change for us, Mallory. Let’s see you in dragon form.” “How do I do that?” she asked. But her body seemed to know. She shimmered and felt her wings extend. Mallory looked down and saw that her body was whitish, but many other colors seemed to flash in her. She was confused for only a moment. “An opal. She’s an opal,” sighed William. “Stunning wings, beautiful one,” added Mark. “Thanks to Trudy’s new security system, we can all accompany you on your first flight. Let’s try out your wings, Mallory,” said Angus.

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Of course. She could fly now. Hmm I wonder if we can have sex while we’re dragons. She moved through the apartment to the door to the roof garden.

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