“How is this possible?” I ask as I reach where the edge of the bathtub would be.
It’s not there…
“I have places of refuge around the world. This is one of them.”
My eyes adjust to the dimmer light as I take in my surroundings. The walls are red sandstone with intricate carvings. Speckles, dots, and perfect rings circling one another. Flowing lines, looping and swooping. Nothing that looks like text or any shapes but still, it seems to hold meaning. It looks ancient and worn.
The walls are crawling with English ivy, but it’s been cleared where there are lit torches, blazing bright orange.
“How are we here?”
“Water makes the transition between realms easier. I moved us through a spirit dimension to this place, opening two doors at once,” he says, very smugly.
I glance over my shoulder at him. He’s smiling very smugly, too.
“You opened doorways in space and time to bring us to a different location?” I ask.
His grin widens. “I am a very powerful dragon.”
“What is this place?”
His fingers slide over my right breast, gently tugging on my nipple. I suck in a little breath from shock and grab his thighs.
“This was my favorite home, some four thousand years ago,” he says.
Four.
THOUSAND.
My head is light and so I drop it against his shoulder. “I’m sorry. How old are you?”
His other hand moves across my lower belly until he’s cupping my sex.
“I’m old enough to have helped with what you now call Stonehenge,” he says. “Lovely creatures, the proto pagans. All they wanted to do was tell stories, farm, feast…”
His fingers push through my labia with a deliberate stroke that leaves me breathless.
“And fuck.”
His lefthand plucks my nipple again, creating a surge of pleasure between the two points.
“And…you fucked with them?” I ask.
“I enjoyed watching,” he says.
The vision of him sitting in a corner while ancient Brits performed sex rituals springs to my mind.
“Tell me more,” I moan. “Did you touch yourself like you did when I was masturbating?”
Bastian licks his lips to hide a smirk. “Sometimes.”
His fingers circle my clit in loose, gentle movements, letting the heat of the water flow over me with each stroke.
“Did you like to watch them like you watched me?”
His hips flex, pushing his cock against my ass. I press myself back against him and he groans.
“I did. But now I only want to hear your pleasure,” he says, pressing his fingers against me in two quick strokes.
