Dragons' Bond (2 page)

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 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 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, 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, 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.

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, earth-shaking 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 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.