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  Sara Chambers

  Treasure Hunter

  The Bride of Dagon Collection

  By Amanda Clover

  @amandasmut

  Cover artwork by Deilan12

  Collection cover artwork by Moises Belilty (Twitter)

  This book and all its contents are copyright 2019 by Amanda Clover. All rights are reserved and no portions may be reproduced unless for the use of brief quotations for review purposes.

  All characters appearing in this story are over the age of 18. This is a work of parody and any resemblance to real people or situations is coincidental.

  Table of Contents

  Foreword

  Book One: The Temple of Temptation

  Book Two: The Lost Ship of Lust

  Book Three: The Song of Seduction

  Book Four: The Staff of the Succubus

  Book Five: The Sunken City

  Book Six: The Altar of the Beast

  Book Seven: The Quest for the Unholy Grail

  Book Eight: New Realms of Dark Pleasure

  Book Nine: Lust of the New God

  Epilogue

  Foreword

  My first video game crush was probably some character I have forgotten from a Japanese RPG on the Super Nintendo, but I distinctly remember the first time I heard the video game version of Lara Croft talking. She had this thrilling, sexy accent and this cheeky confidence to everything she said. My brother had rented Lara Croft’s game for the PlayStation and I proceeded to watch him play it for an entire afternoon. I could look past the jagged polygons and see that she was graceful, strong, and beautiful.

  She was my second video game crush. I remember getting up late at night after everyone had gone to be to play more of her game. I felt so powerful making this beautiful British woman climb walls and leap from towers. When she was killed by a trap I felt it in my guts. By the time I had my night alone with her I was downright in love.

  She wasn’t my last video game crush. There were numerous fighting game babes I would use to beat up my brother and more recently the women like Mercy or D.Va in games like Overwatch where it felt like I was playing a burlesque show come to life. I’ve never been particularly good at any of these games and these days I would just as soon watch someone else play them as take the controls.

  Sometimes I even populate my own sexual fantasies with characters from these and other games. I can’t count the number of times I’ve been saved from the Metroids by Samus only to reward her with a little more than a kiss or my drop ship has crashed and only a strong silent stud like Master Chief can set things right. If I’m feeling extra kinky, I’ll even have a go at one of the bad guys in a game. Mario probably wants missionary style every time, but Wario? That guy definitely will eat my ass.

  Writing the Sara Chambers series has been about bringing an original video game heroine to life in the real world. She’s inspired by more than one character and she inhabits a world of much more realistic if still fantastical dangers than any of the characters I have mentioned. I brought the attitude of a video game heroine to her though, where anything goes and sex is just another way for her to solve a puzzle.

  At times, when I was writing her, I could almost imagine some horny boy (or girl!) working the controls of whatever she was doing. But as the series progress I would like to think she became her own fully-realized character. She was still all about sex and adventure, but it was an adventure that was personal to her and the sex meant something.

  This collection of Sara Chambers encompasses the entirety of the overarching plot involving the nefarious Xerxes Group and the underwater god Dagon. This series began with the first book (The Temple of Temptation) and ended with the ninth book (Lust of the New God) and saw Sara travel around the globe and do battle with otherworldly creatures.

  Sara Chambers has begun a new adventure with some returning companions and some new companions. You can read the first book in that series with the tenth book in the Sara Chambers series: The Skinwalker Totem. I hope this new saga proves as fun to write and as enjoyable for fans as her first kinky adventures contained in this collection.

  Amanda Clover

  2019

  Book One

  The Temple of Temptation

  The Italian Alps

  The chauffeur glanced in the rearview mirror and admired the beautiful blonde in the backseat of the Rolls-Royce. She sat with perfect posture, her long legs crossed and her black dress plunging to reveal her ample cleavage. The tiny straps of the dress hung against her toned shoulders. This was a woman, the chauffeur though, who spent a lot of time in the gym.

  He was used to driving the fabulously wealthy around and that often meant beautiful women, but he had never seen a woman quite like this. She was gorgeous, yes, but there was hardness to her brown eyes that spoke not of a young trophy wife’s pampered lifestyle or even the jewelry draped elegance of a high end escort. She caught him staring and he quickly looked away. The Italian countryside and breathtaking views sped by as evening fell golden upon the Alps.

  “Do you drive often for Julian?” The woman asked. Her accent was posh British and her tone was unreadable.

  “Every weekend, miss,” said the driver.

  “Right,” she said. “He sent his helicopter to get me last time. He seemed like he wanted this urgently, I’m surprised he didn’t send the helicopter again.”

  “The bad weather earlier,” said the chauffeur, chancing another glance in the mirror. The beautiful woman was holding a plain wooden box in her lap. “It kept the helicopter grounded.”

  “Mmm.” The woman made a small sound of displeasure. “Helicopters operate in bad weather. One plucked me out of the jungle of Colombia and the rain was coming down sideways. Of course… that was a bit more urgent than bringing treasure to an Italian arms dealer.”

  “Oh?” The chauffeur caught her eye again.

  “Leftist guerillas were a bit cross I had stumbled onto their camp,” she said, waving as if they were a minor annoyance. “Right wing paramilitaries thought I was bringing explosives to the leftists. Naturally, they both wanted me dead.”

  “Naturally, miss,” said the chauffeur, realizing that he was in well over his head with this woman.

  The sun had set over Julian De Luca’s alpine lodge by the time the Rolls-Royce pulled up through the tree-lined drive to the palatial main house. Several guest houses, a garage, and the helipad climbed the gentle slope behind the lodge. A private ski lift reached out to the snow-capped peak behind the lodge.

  Sara Chambers stepped out of the back of the sedan, her breath steaming in the mountain air as she pulled her fur coat over her bare arms. Her nipples stiffened against the chill, tenting the taut black fabric covering her breasts. A diamond necklace glittered from her neck to her cleavage. She stepped past the chauffeur and gave him a slight nod of thanks.

  Julian was waiting for her in his study. The floor-to ceiling windows looked on a valley and a pleasant mountain scene lit silver by the early moonlight. Julian stood with his back to the door, his body limned gold by the crackling firelight. He held a drink in his hand.

  “You should never stand with your back to the door,” said Sara, crossing to stand behind him. “You never know who might sneak up on you.”

  “Ah, but if only every intruder could be so lovely,” he said and turned slowly, a wry smile curling his lips. “Hello, Sara.”

  He embraced her and kissed her cheeks. Julian was a handsome man in his early thirties, his dark eyes always glittering with mirth and a smile never far from his lips. He wore his black hair cropped very close and stood with the upright posture of a man who commanded respect. His hands were strong as they traced Sara’s shapely hips. She st
epped back before his caress could go farther.

  “You wore the necklace,” said Julian as he lifted the diamonds from the mounds of her breasts. He let the diamonds slip from his fingers and spill back into her cleavage. His gaze took in her shapely body in the black dress. “And the outfit I picked out fits you even better than I had hoped.”

  “Yes, you have dressed me up like a proper doll,” said Sara, backing away from him and over to his desk. “Now, I brought you a gift, Julian.”

  He looked past her and saw the small wooden box she had placed on his desk.

  “Is it in there?” He said, his smile turning into a grin.

  “Yes, directly from the Hindu Kush,” said Sara, following him over to his huge desk. “I nearly lost a few fingers plucking it out of the mouth of a tiger. Oh, not a real one. It was stone, but its mouth closed rather quickly.”

  He was listening to her, but his gaze was focused on the box as he walked over to it and slowly opened the lid. The small ring-shaped object within seemed to glow in the firelight. It was a band of gold no wider than Sara’s pinkie finger, dulled by time, but with intricate pictographs still visible around the rim.

  “It’s so big,” marveled Julian, picking it up from the velvet lining of the box and holding the ring up in the light.

  “Too big for your finger?” Sara took the ring from his hand and showed him how it was much too large for his index finger. It hung loosely around his digit. “But there were some interesting pictographs in the temple…”

  She took her phone out of her purse and held it up so he could see the photo she had cued up. His eyes went wide and a moment later he burst into laughter.

  “Of course! The Ring of Brahmacharya isn’t meant for a man’s finger.” He lowered the ring beneath his waist and thrust his hips forward, pressing the golden ring to the front of his tailored trousers. “It is meant to be worn on his cock!”

  “That is the conclusion I reached as well,” said Sara. “I have tested the object’s authenticity. It dates to the 6th century and the inscription matches contemporaneous pictographs at the Kunduz ruins.”

  “Fantastic,” said Julian as he turned the ring around in his hand. He tossed it and caught it with a swing of his hand. Sara did her best to conceal her horror at his casual handling of the priceless relic. “Ah, I saw that little twitch! You were afraid I would toss it through a window maybe? Now I believe it is real.”

  “Good,” said Sara, smiling faintly. “I would like to be paid now.”

  “Yes, yes, four?” He asked, opening his desk drawer and taking out his checkbook. He started to write her name on the check and stopped. He looked at her thoughtfully and tapped his pen against his mischievous lips. “Or… perhaps you would like to double that amount?”

  “Double?” She raised an eyebrow. “I am out of pocket on the expedition Julian. I cannot afford to go off searching for some other relic.”

  “Well, I do not believe that, cara mia. You have your father’s inheritance and—“

  “The Institute of Lost History is my inheritance,” she said, allowing a bit of annoyance to flash in her brown eyes. “The commissions I undertake for men like you are my only source of income.”

  “So you say,” said Julian. “I think you are very wealthy. I also think you would still like eight million Euros instead of four. And you can make that money without leaving the lodge.”

  Sara weighed his words carefully and sat lightly on the edge of his desk, her shapely hip and one buttock overhanging the dark wood as she crossed her legs.

  “I am listening,” she said.

  Julian held up the ring and smiled up at it as if it were a radiant sun.

  “The vigor of the gods,” he said. “Bottomless lust and endurance. That is the claim, is it not?”

  “That’s what was on the tin. These things tend to be exaggerated, if true at all.”

  He stepped closer and took her hands, his dark eyes glittering. She could feel the warmth of the golden ring in his palm.

  “Find out with me,” he said. “Tonight. Now. Come to my bedroom and let us test this artifact and prove its power.”

  “Or lack thereof?”

  “We will prove something,” he said, leaning closer. “About myself, perhaps, if not this relic.”

  Sara Chambers had made less money doing far seedier things than selling her affection for a single evening. Julian was quite handsome and they had flirted every time he had hired her. Why not? It was for research purposes.

  “On one condition,” she said, sensing there was more to be gained. “If it does not work, then it goes to the Institute.”

  “After I’ve paid for it?” Julian scoffed, but he continued, “Of course, my dear. Because I know you would not try to sell me a fake and I believe in the magic of the world.”

  Sara had mixed opinions about magic, but she had a feeling that Julian was about to prove he knew a bit of sorcery if the ring did not work. He offered her his hand to shake. She took it gingerly and he gripped her tightly, pulling her into an embrace. His lips pressed to hers, his small mustache tickling her upper lip as her kissed her passionately.

  Julian carried her in his arms to his bedroom, kicking open the double doors to reveal another crackling fireplace, a huge bear-skin rug, and a four-poster draped in scarlet silks. He set her down gently onto the bed and fell upon her, his lips ravenous and his hands sliding up her skirt as he pressed her down into the bed. She parted her thighs, one band of her garter snapping free of her stocking as she gasped against his lips and felt his hardness swelling in his trousers.

  “Do you know how many times I have dreamt of you in my bed?” He asked, kissing her slender neck and running a strong hand up her thigh.

  “All you had to do… mmmm… was offer me four million dollars,” gasped Sara, cradling his head as his kiss moved to the tops of her soft breasts. He pushed the diamond necklace aside and his hot breath caressed her cleavage.

  He eased down the delicate straps of her dress and peeled the black neckline lower until her plump tits were free of their confinement. Her breasts bore the marks of a bikini, pink areolas rose in slight domes, capped with erect nipples that Julian sought ravenously. He kisses her breasts and lashed her left nipple with his tongue as his fingers captured her right and plucked at her tender bud.

  Sara arched and pulled him tight against her breasts. Julian laughed as he began to suck at her sensitive bud, drawing it against his tongue and warming her areola with his saliva.

  “You are a feast for my hunger,” he moaned, kissing his way to her other breast and sloppily licking her nipple. He sucked it and his lips popped wetly as he drew her entire areola and some of her surrounding breast into his mouth.

  “Ohhhhhhh, you are a beast,” she laughed, squeezing her thighs around him as his hardness prodded against her panty-covered mound.

  “How does it go? ‘The fire of Rati will burn in his pit’?” He chuckled as he kissed his way down her toned tummy, peeling her dress of as he went until her body was bare but for her panties and stockings. He rubbed at her silky mound, feeling her soft heat radiating through the satin of her underwear. Moisture darkened a line along the gusset. He bent low, kissing her inner thighs, making her gasp softly with desire as his warm breath moved closer and closer to her tender quim.

  “Yessss, the fire of Rati,” moaned Sara, pulling her knees up. “The goddess of carnal desire, kept at embers by the ring.”

  “Mmmmmmmm,” he moaned, pulling her panties aside and pressing a kiss to Sara’s dewy cuntlips. She sucked in a hiss of pleasure as his tongue slid along her hairless mound and battered her throbbing clit. Her pleasure pulsed with each flick of his devilish tongue. She held her breasts in her hands, plucking at her tender nipples to heighten her mounting ecstasy.

  “Ohhhh, Julian,” she cried and bucked against his tongue. “I always knew… ohhhhh… just there… give it a suck! Yesss! I knew you had a silver tongue!”

  He flicked his tongue and sucked h
er clit at the same time, driving her over the edge into a plunge into bottomless pleasure. Her toes curled and her fingers twisted in the sheets. She bucked her hips to rub her slit against his chin and up to his nose. He continued to lick her even when he could no longer suck her pulsing clit.

  She finally relaxed back onto the bed, gasping for breath, grinning madly as the flush of her pleasure colored her cheeks.

  “Now,” said Julian, his grin returning as he rose above her on his knees. “I think it is time to try out the Ring of Brahmacharya.”

  He unbuttoned his trousers and his cock flopped free, thick and well-veined, with a mushroom cap that was a dark red just shade off from purple. Precum glistened at his tip. He held up the ring and gazed down into her pleasure-lidded eyes as he carefully fitted the fat band around his cock. Sara thought Julian’s cock looked rather large, yet the ring was loose was he slid it down to his shaved root.

  “Perhaps these men were giants,” said Julian, sounding rather disappointed. “I could—AHHH!”

  He gasped as the ring suddenly constricted and emitted a small flash of golden light. His cock darkened another shade immediately and his veins seemed to bulge nearly to bursting. He grunted, his manly chest heaving as he gripped his cock.

  “It is… on fire,” he said. He looked at Sara with wild, hungry eyes. His grin spread so wide and mad that it gave Sara a tickle of fear. Julian growled, “My sword glows with heat and there is only one way to quench it now!”

  She tried to scramble away from him on the bed, but he caught her legs, twisted her ankles roughly, and turned her over onto her hands and knees. He mounted her like a beast, not even waiting for her to catch her breath or lift her head from the bed as he grabbed her slender waist and slammed his swollen cock deep into her velvet cunt.

  “Ahhhhh!” Sara wailed, jerking her head up and looking back at Julian. He began to savagely fuck her, biting his lower lip as he pounded every centimeter of his thick cock into the slick sheath of her pussy. His muscular hips smacked loudly against her peachy bum with every thrust; his balls swung against her clit and drove pleasure through her body. “Oh, yes, fuck me!”