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were obvious. They required witnesses, but the virgin component was different. All it said was “…and a virgin’s blood to anchor the dragons to the earth.” It was very specific to differentiate the ‘virgin’ from the ‘catalyst,’ which she understood was the role Kris was meant to fill. He might be a virgin, but he had no free will if his own words were any indication. The virgin had to have free will and choose her own mate at a random point during the ritual.
    Odd, the gender was very obvious in the language, too. The virgin was intended to be a female. The very visual presence of erect dragon appendages throughout the stronghold made that detail a little less mysterious. It gave her a lot of options, she supposed. She eyed the statue beside the throne that Eben had been fondling earlier and stood up abruptly. She walked over to it and crouched down again beside the figure. The dragon sat in a position similar to her own, but with an erect spine, all its weight apparently resting on its hefty tail. Its thighs jutted out parallel to the floor and its wings curled up like twin sails behind it.
    She reached out a tentative hand, then paused, looking up into the dragon’s eyes. They might be alive. If they were, she couldn’t just grab him, could she?
    “I’m just going to touch you now,” she whispered. “I won’t hurt you.”
    She stretched her hand and gripped the solid column of the dragon’s phallus. Her palm hit warm stone and it took her a second to register the incongruity of the sensation. It was stone, it should feel cold, but it didn’t.
    “Oh, you’re warm. I wonder what that means.”
    It meant more research. She released him and turned back to the text beneath her feet. Why were they so warm? And why did she have an uncontrollable urge to climb on and fuck one of them?
    She rubbed her eyes and wished for coffee, but didn’t want to wake the others to make it. She’d just have to power through. The golden shapes of the characters filled her vision when she knelt down again with her notebook and continued transcribing, looking for some enlightenment about the statues and what she’d learned in the corridor. And trying her damnedest not to think about Eben.

Chapter Five
    E ben rolled over in his sleeping bag and stared into the darkness that filled the cavernous reaches above him. His balls ached and his dick was as hard as it had been when the door on the surface opened, giving them admittance into the depths of this place. He’d tried sleeping, but his mind kept wandering to images of Camille’s full, round ass. He rolled over and began stroking himself surreptitiously beneath his covers, trying his best to stay quiet. He fisted his cock and nearly groaned out loud in pleasure after the first stroke. He imagined her blond braid resting along the arch of her spine while she bent on all fours before him, displaying her perfect ass for him. This shouldn’t take long. He’d jerk off, then sleep—his standard procedure during his college days—then maybe dream of Camille talking sweet to him.
    Except it didn’t happen. The ache in his balls just intensified, and he still couldn’t come. He hovered on the edge, but no amount of stroking could bring him past it. Something was very wrong with this scenario. He’d never had trouble jerking off. It had gotten even easier since he’d been screwing Erika. She was so dirty she’d given him a wealth of material to masturbate to. But his fucking dick was apparently on strike tonight, which made no sense. He couldn’t sleep like this. Cold showers were out of the question.
    Now all he wanted to do was shove his hot cock into something and the urge drove him mad. Frustrated with his inability to orgasm, he threw off his sleeping bag and decided to go exploring to distract himself. There were doorways that they hadn’t opened yet. Lots of them. There were the ones behind the throne that he knew Erika was laser focused on. But there were