“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.”
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.
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 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.
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 condom-covered 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.
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.
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