Gordon spent over half an hour in the shower conversing with Aura in necklace form, teaching her as many common use words as possible so they could hold a decent conversation. She picked them up almost immediately, and through their discussions he learned a lot about the sentient being he had somehow created the night before.

One of the first orders of business was Gordon attempting to discern whether she was male or female. That conversation had very quickly become cyclical until Gordon noted she had a very feminine voice; which initially prompted a discussion on what qualities a persons voice needed to have to be called 'feminine' but eventually ended with Gordon describing the various differences in anatomy between men and women. Aura decided she liked the sound of women; with their curvy bodies, long hair and smooth skin.

Aura had no idea what she was or why she was there, but it was her belief that Gordon was her 'master', a title he managed to convince her to stop using for everything but direct requests. Her first memory was waking up beside him in the bed, his wrist laying on her to provide her with a heartbeat that calmed her. She followed the thumping up his arm and to his chest where she lay for the rest of the night, only moving when he woke and panicked.

The two decided that later they would try to find the ivy covered wall that hid the tunnel entrance, and hopefully find some clue as to what Aura was. But as they were finishing their shower, Gordon heard his family return to the villa. "Gordon? You up yet?" His mother called from outside the bedroom.

"Just in the shower!" He replied, petting the curiously chirping Aura around his neck. "Out in a sec." He rinsed one last time before turning off the taps. Stepping out of the shower nook he grabbed a towel and dried himself off. Giving the tub a final look over to see if the quick clean he gave it got rid of all the slimy water, he nodded satisfied and made his way to the bedroom. Sliding on some khaki shorts and a Hawaiian shirt, he had a quick look in the mirror.

While he enjoyed being so close to Aura, Gordon's neck had begun to hurt from the weight, and he was not usually one to wear such bold jewellery. Aura chirped at him as he stood confused. "Hey, Aura?" He said, voice low so his family wouldn't hear. The necklace burbled questioningly at him. "Could we try a different shape for a bit?" Gordon fished through his bag to find his leather belt. "Something like this."

The golden necklace detached near Gordon's shoulder and slithered down his arm like a snake, leaving the slightest of slimy trails in its wake. Upon reaching the hand holding the belt she morphed into a perfect golden replica of the belt buckle before allowing the rest of herself to hang down like the strap.

Gordon was prepared for the sudden weight distribution and once she had finished her transformation he grabbed the strap end and began threading her through the short's belt loops. After the first couple she took the initiative and wrapped herself around his waist. When both ends were back at the front, Gordon gently buckled Aura up, rubbing her affectionately as thanks. "Better?" She asked, her voice also quietened through fear of discovery. Gordon nodded, smiling as he stepped out onto the patio.

Around a rustic wooden table sat Gordon's mother, brother and stepfather. The latter two digging in to some fresh antipasto while his mom got up to give him a hug. "Hey, how's it going, sleepyhead?" She asked before releasing him from the embrace.

"Good, good. The shower did wonders." Gordon smiled as he rubbed the back of his neck, the weight free shoulders aching a little from Auras earlier position.

"Oh!" Shannon exclaimed, quickly reaching for Gordon's left hand. "I peeked in this morning and saw your hand bandaged." She left the statement as it was, prompting Gordon to reply.

"Yeah, it looked worse than it was in the dark." He offered, showing the reddened skin. "See, almost healed already."

"Go on a drunken escapade?" Jeremy asked in jest. Gordon knew it wasn't far from the truth and shrugged at his brother, smiling. "Good thing you didn't wander off the cliff." Gordon coughed nonchalantly, hoping to change the subject. But he was too slow.

"Hope you didn't do anything too embarrassing." Anthony chimed in. Gordon's smile dimmed a little, the constant criticism from his step father a daily occurrence for the majority of his life, and the reason he spent so much time away from his parents home.

"I don't think anyone was paying me much attention anyway." Gordon said sharply. "Besides, there were enough drunkenly comatose Sabotellis lining the dance floor, I doubt anyone would notice a stumbling Smith." He wasn't allowed to use his birth fathers surname while growing up, but after moving out of home Gordon had taken it back. He was surprised by how much it annoyed Anthony initially, so made sure to remind him every chance he got.

"Are you disrespecting my family?" The man said, standing. Gordon straightened up, but otherwise didn't budge from where he stood. He was going to respond but Shannon got inbetween them.

"Enough." She said, her chiding tone setting the three men's hair on end. "Gordon, we've been out seeing the sights, maybe you should too. Get some fresh air." The comforting motherly voice was back, but it hinted more towards a command than a suggestion.

"That was the plan." Gordon said, smiling as he put an arm around his mother's shoulders. He wanted to get out before the light went, and given the time he reckoned he had maybe another four hours or so. "Found a place near the cliff I wanted to check out; while I was on that 'drunken escapade' last night." He added, grinning cheekily at his brother. Really, Gordon had nothing against Jeremy, his brother was a good person. It was just how Anthony treated the two of them differently that got under his skin.

"Okay, just be safe and we'll see you later." Shannon said, giving her sons hand a squeeze. Waving goodbye to his family, Gordon left through a side gate into a tiny alley. He breathed a sigh of relief before setting off on his journey.

A quick trip to the local shops was in order to acquire a flashlight and some glow sticks. He also picked up a more thorough Italian dictionary, a couple litres of bottled water, some snacks and a duffel bag. One hour and some confused mapreading later, Gordon and Aura were facing the ivy covered wall that hid an entrance to the workshop.

"This is it?" Aura chirped from Gordon's waist. "The entrance is behind those..."

"Leaves. Plants have leaves." Gordon says, adding to Aura's vocabulary.

"Behind those leaves. Do you think there is a hidden moving rock like the cliff?"

"Probably. There's a brass lever inside, if there were one of those out here someone would have found it already." He looks to the vine, then to the ground. Finding some familiar stones and a couple piles of dust behind the ivy, Gordon grins. "Here, I think." Pulling the Ivy apart and slipping behind it, he traced the wall for anything out of the ordinary.

"Hey!" A woman's voice shouted from the alley. Gordon's blood ran cold as he turned around. Standing near the end of the alley was a dreadlocked woman, hand over her brow as she blocked out the afternoon sun to see him better. "Do I know you?" Her Italian accent echoed between the buildings as she stepped closer. Her figure was pear-shaped, with tight jeans holding back a pair of very curvy legs while her low cut v-neck shirt ended at the midriff.

It took a moment, but Gordon realised where he had seen her before. "Hey, yeah. You were the DJ last night."

"Yeah." She said as her own realisation set in "You're the guy with the hand." She held her own hand up for an example. Gordon held his injured hand up for her to see as she approached. He could feel Aura burbling disapprovingly from his waist. He patted the golden being comfortingly as the woman stopped a few feet from him. "Wow! You heal quick. That looked nasty last night."

"I'm surprised myself." He admitted, allowing her to inspect his hand properly. Aura had done such a good job stitching him up, the cut would be invisible if not for the redness. "Had some great help patching it up this afternoon." He grinned, giving Aura an appreciative rub with his free thumb. As soon as the DJ let go of his hand, he offered the other for a handshake. "Gordon."

"Chess." She took his hand and shook it, though his somewhat confused look prompted her to explain. "From Francesca. Besides, DJ Chess sounds better." Chess smiled with an eyebrow raised, poking at the duffel bag. "What ya got? Thought you might be breaking in somewhere."

"What?" Gordon said nervously. "No, just, just interested in the wall. And the Ivy." He unzipped the bag to show Chess the contents. The snacks, water and glow sticks were very unlike a burglars usual kit, convincing her enough to start spouting history.

"That wall has been here since the town was just a handful of buildings around the docks, hundreds of years ago. All these apartments are new. 70's I think." Chess leaned back against the wall, resting on the ivy. Gordon did the same, with Aura still quietly burbling her protests. "Why so interested in the wall?"

Gordon struggled to find an answer. "It's just, uh, It's, aesthetically... pleasing. Just a, uh, nice looking wall... I guess." The man wanted to hit himself for the rambling nonsense he just uttered. Especially as it seemed Chess didn't believe a word of it.

Pushing herself off the wall, the woman turned to face Gordon, arms  akimbo. "Don't buy it. What's with the wall?" Gordon could tell she wasn't going to let up, she had the same determined sparkle in her eye that his mother would get when she could tell he was lying. But he didn't want to tell Chess everything, he didn't want Aura's safety - or even existence - to be put at risk.

"Okay, okay. I cut my hand because I almost fell off the cliff near the party last night." Chess' eyes open wide as she readies herself to ask for details, but Gordon cuts her off. "I'm fine and nobody else fell. But I did land on a weird ledge, with a secret passage that led to a small workshop filled with books. Real old ones." He pulled out the flashlight and waved it around. "No windows and my phone was low on battery, so the light was pretty dim."

"A secret workshop? Seriously?" Chess had a hint of excitement behind her cynicism, though Gordon put it down partly to her accent.

"Seriously. But I was a bit tipsy, and running off adrenaline, so I found a passage which brought me out, here." He waved at the ivy before motioning Chess over to the supposed door. "Specifically, here. See, that's some dust or ground rock or whatever from where the secret door slid open." He motioned to the two small piles and looked to Chess for a reaction. Aura burbled louder.

"Sounds like you could do with one of those snacks." Chess joked before looking closer at the piles. "Let's say you're telling the truth, what are you looking for?"

"Well, the way in at the cliff had a rock that could be moved out of place to engage the mechanism." Gordon began feeling through the ivy for another moveable stone. "Guess I'm looking for something similar." Chess too slid her hands up the wall, feeling for any oddly shaped rocks as well, but finding little of interest.

After ten minutes of searching from one side of the alley to the other, the pair rested; leaning against the ivy like before. "Ugh." Gordon groaned. "Was really hoping there." He kicked his heel back against the wall.

"Not the most productive afternoon I've ever had." Chess added, smiling. She too kicked her heel back, but instead of a thud, there was a soft grinding noise. All three went silent, Aura's burbling replaced by a single inquisitive chirp. "Or maybe..." she kicked back again, but kept pushing. With a click and a muffled grumble of machinery, the Ivy between Gordon and Chess sagged.

"Quick, they don't stay open for long." Gordon offered, holding the ivy aside for Chess to enter. But she motioned for him to go first, so in he dashed. As the mechanism began closing the stone door again Chess made her decision and leapt through into the darkness. A few seconds later and there was nought but pitch black. "Shit, hold on." A crack sounded through the tunnel as the green light of a glow stick softly illuminated the two figures.

"This really is a secret passage!" Chess marvelled at the manmade tunnel. Reaching into Gordon's bag, she retrieved the flashlight and clicked it on. The man protested but it was too late as she squeezed past him and set off into the darkness. Her arse pressed against his crotch as she slid past, and whether Gordon imagined her purposefully making the movement sensual or not, Aura felt his member throb with lust.

Once Chess had made it a few steps away, Aura burbled, envious. Gordon tried to pat her belt portion at his side but it had shifted position, the golden mass pooling at his crotch before slipping into the shorts. It was so hot Gordon had decided to go commando, a decision he was now regretting as Aura encircled his member. Her warmth just aroused Gordon further as he smiled at his newfound and rather unorthodox lover. "Come on." He whispered as they set off after the DJ.

Every dozen paces Gordon cracked another glow stick and left it on the steps. A few minutes of walking led them to the workshop, just as Gordon had left it. "So I fell in through that wall." He said, pointing to the blank space between two sets of shelves. But Chess seemed more preoccupied with the workstation as she looked over the tools and equipment. Gordon realised with another person in here he might have some trouble keeping whatever notes relevant to Aura a secret. So he made a bee-line for the writing desk, spotting a blood-soaked envelope and matching letter.

Giving a glance over it with a blue glowsick, Gordon noticed a diagram at the bottom that to most would look like a rough sketch of a cracked egg, but the man knew what it really meant. Carefully and quietly Gordon folded the letter, placing it back in the envelope and into one of the side pockets of the bag. Aura burbled questioningly, making Gordon's cock jump.

"This is amazing! So old. I wonder who..." Chess cut herself off so abruptly Gordon's attention was taken away from the mystical gold blob massaging his nethers. Taking a few steps over to the other side of the room, he looked over the woman's shoulder. There was a small diary on the workstation that she had been thumbing through backwards, but once she reached the first page and saw the name, she stopped dead in her tracks. Not realising her surroundings the shock finally hit her as she stumbled back into Gordon, her arse once again pressed against his now gold-wrapped package.

Gordon's arousal grew as he was pressed against Chess' rear, though she didn't seem to mind. Quite the opposite as she placed a hand on his thigh and squeezed. "I- I think this is one of Da Vinci's diaries." She said, her heartbeat strong and fast enough that Gordon could feel it through her fingertips. Aura could sense the man's shock, but couldn't tell why so she burbled gently for him to explain, once again causing the cock she was encompassing to twitch. "Uh..." Chess half questioned, half moaned as Gordon decided it best to back away. But her fingers on his leg grasped at him to remain in place.

Wanting to break the awkward silence, Gordon remained on topic. "So, Da Vinci? Wow." Chess wiggled her arse slightly, prompting another throb from Gordon's gold coated cock. "Hnn..." he quietly grunted at the bouncing motions of his new musical friend. "We, we should inform someone. We, we should-"

"We should celebrate." Chess interrupted, her other hand also reaching back to grab at Gordon's thighs. "This is the greatest discovery of our lives!" Gordon hesitated but eventually took the hint, pressing his hips forward. The shorts were made of relatively thin material and having Aura wrapped around his member made him feel much girthier than he otherwise would, a facade Chess had no clue about. All she could feel was a rush of endorphins and adrenaline from the historical find of her life, and probably the greatest thing to happen to the town since it got a dock long enough to accept medium sized cruise ships.

With his heart beating fast, and Aura churning against his balls - almost as if she knew what he was thinking - Gordon placed his hands on Chess' hips, pulling her back against his erection gently. "What sort of 'celebration' did you have in mind?" He asked, grinning mischievously. Internally, however, he was halfway between panic and being the happiest he had ever been. He brought about a new life form that adores him and gave him the most powerful orgasm of his life, and only a few hours later a sexy Italian DJ is alluding to yet more sex.

"I think you've got a pretty good idea what I am thinking." Chess moaned, now forcefully rubbing her arse against Gordon's pelvis. "I wonder how sound-proof this tunnel is?"

Gordon wrapped his hands around Chess' hips to her belly as hers slid up his arms to his head, gently pulling it so his chin was over her shoulder. "Why sound proof?" He asked, immediately realising the stupidity of the statement.

But if Chess thought the same way, it didn't show as she turned her head to face him, kissing his chin and cheek. "Because I'm a screamer, and I always have to tone it down." She rotates in Gordon's embrace to face him, the heat of her crotch pressing against his causing Aura to squirm happily. "The quieter I am, the weaker my orgasms are." Chess pecked Gordon on the lips before moaning into his mouth "Make me scream."

Gordon's hands shot like a rocket down to Chess' arse, groping it hard as he pulled her against him with all his might, his golden member hard against her belly as he lifted her up to rest her on the workbench. She swiped the tools aside before pausing to whimper at what she had just done, biting her lower lip in apprehension as she looked over the side. But Gordon was less concerned with the valuable artefacts as he slid her forward to him. She turned to face his lust-fuelled stare, which made him sigh "They'll be fine." Chess nodded innocently before feeling the pressure of his restrained member on her crotch.

"We need to lose these." Chess said, pushing her thumbs through the jeans waistband and shimmying out, taking her panties along with them. "And those." She hooked a big toe through one of his shorts belt loops and yanked it down a bit. Aura twitched, startled by the shifting fabric before Gordon grabbed her ankle and set it aside.

"You're sure?" He asked, more to Aura than Chess as she refused to detach. The rhythmic swirling around his cock was all the answer he needed, while Chess just looked at him nodding with a bitten bottom lip. Hoping the dim light would be enough to cover up the altered member, Gordon dropped his shorts and thrust forward in one move.

"Fuck!" Chess yelled as the man buried himself halfway, the thickness of his Aura-coated rod more than enough to stretch her pleasurably. Aura allowed herself to be moved and manipulated by the slick passage, hardening in parts to keep her structure solid but otherwise providing both Gordon and Chess with the most intense insertion they had ever experienced.

"Gah!" Gordon felt either Aura clamp down on him, or Chess clamp down on Aura as he let his cock rest at the halfway mark. "A-are you okay?" He asked, not sure if her swearing was a good or bad sign.

"If I want you, to stop..." Chess said through gritted teeth, her grin spreading from ear to ear "you'll know. Now fuck me!" Gordon needed no further encouragement as he firmly pressed the rest of he and Aura into the tight hole. "FuuuUUUck yeah!" Chess shouted, her claim to being vocal proving to be quite apt.

With the addition of Aura around his cock, Gordon was close to double his normal girth and an extra inch or two longer. And that added size was fitting Chess perfectly. The man couldn't feel the unique bumps and ridges of Chess' passage directly, but Aura was doing her best to transfer those sensations to him with each stroke. Slowly the two built up a rhythm, and before long Gordon was pulling out to the tip before slamming his augmented length deep inside Chess. "Oh God, Chess..." he moaned, loving the feel of ramming the DJ over and over in the dim light and not needing to be quiet about it. "You're fucking amazing!"

"Oh yes, yes, right there!" She yelled, finding a new angle to rock her hips a she tried to scoot back to the edge of the workbench. "Fuuuuuck! Fuck!" She yelled again. "Aaah! Ya! Mmmmmm...." Chess' words were slowly devolving into sounds as she neared her climax. Not knowing how Gordon would be come the final stretch Chess took matters into her own hands and wrapped her legs around the man's waist, allowing him to keep pounding her with no impediment while ready to keep that glorious fuckstick deep inside her hungry pussy when she came. "Deeper, deeper, almost there..." she moaned.

Gordon withdrew a little further than the strokes he was giving the woman, just long enough to say "Deeper." To Chess it was confirmation, to Aura it was a command. She pooled herself closer to the mans tip, using the incredibly wet passage to bolster her mass beneath the golden exterior. To Gordon it felt like the satin-like touch of gold had been replaced with some sort of effervescent jelly, the tingling lighting a whole new fire in his loins as his own climax began to rush towards him.

Thrusting the new length as deep as possible, Gordon managed to bottom out; Aura being slammed against Chess' cervical wall as she soaked up more fluid to widen the already enhanced member. "You, you, you..." Chess stammered as her orgasm overrode her senses. "GAAAAAAAAAHHHHHAHAHahahaaaaaa..." Her scream echoed through the small room and reverberated back and forth through the passageway. "FffffffAAAAAAAaaaa..." even in the dim light her face was bright red, the blushing extending down her neck to her chest as her whole body began convulsing.

Gordon found the entire scene before him incredibly sexy, his cock twitching with need as he felt Aura mirror the clamping sensation, though slightly more dampened given the swirling fluid around his cock. With Chess still riding her orgasm, and her legs fully locked around the man's waist, Gordon couldn't hold on any longer. "I' I'm gonna-"

A steely hand shot through the darkness and grabbed Gordon's shirt by the collar, drawing him eye to eye with Chess "No, you don't. Let me finish, and you can cum, in my ass." Her tone was all the threat Gordon needed to slow the advance of his climax, though Aura either didn't notice or didn't care as she continued to swirl and forth against his shaft.

Nodding in agreement, Gordon instead used his idle hands to scratch up Chess' outer thighs with his nails. Nothing too hard or deep, but enough to leave red trails along her Mediterranean skin. He felt Chess clamp down again, much harder as her legs continued to spasm, rubbing Aura against the sensitive depths of her pussy. The constant vibration from Chess' shuddering and Auras continued attention brought Gordon to the edge again. "Getting real close, Chess."

"Use, use my..." Chess stammered, still trying to milk the most out of her glorious climax. Her pussy walls kept clamping down and sucking in Gordon's member in an indecisive tug-of-war.

Gordon leant down so his lips scraped against Chess' earlobe and whispered "Francesca, I'm about to cum deep and hard" her legs pulled him against her tighter. "Where I cum, is up to you." He squeezed her thighs for emphasis.

Coming down from her high, Chess finally relinquished her hold. Leaning back and pulling her knees up to Gordon's shoulders, she gave the man the perfect position to thrust into her thick behind. "Don't hold back, I want it all." She sighed, happily, biting her lip once more.

Gordon pulled out and lined up with Chess' arse. "If you can handle every ounce of fluid I can pump into you, you got it." He said, hoping Aura would pick up on the suggestion. Almost immediately she pulled back her liquid filling, creating a layer above Gordon's balls to store it as she re-lubricated her outside.

"Cum in my ass!" Chess begged, Gordon happy to oblige as he carefully slid his length into her. Thanks to Aura he hilted himself almost immediately, much to Chess' surprise. "Fuck me!" Again, Gordon did not hesitate, withdrawing before pounding her like he had her pussy only moments before. Wet slaps of skin on skin thundered through the chamber as arse met thigh over and over, Gordon riding the edge of another mind-blowing orgasm. "Cum for me, CUM FOR ME!" Chess screamed, as a second orgasm wracked her body.

Gordon could hold it in no more. Aura felt it before Chess, as she sectioned off his cum all for herself before flooding the unsuspecting woman's pussy with her own converted juices. It sprayed thick and hot against her passage, the gloopiness close enough to cum to not matter as Chess screamed in nonsensical joy. Gordon joined in with his own grunting roar of ecstasy as Aura suckled his spasming cock, coaxing every last drop of his seed into her waiting mass.

Gordon and Chess stayed there for a minute, panting heavily as they tried to remember how to move, let alone talk. It was Gordon who got his voice back first. "You." He raised a hand to Chess' thigh, stroking it. "Fuck, you were..." every possible adjective he could think of sounded far too corny to say, so indecisive silence ended up winning out.

"I love it, when I break, a person's, vocabulary." Chess chuckled, still out of breath. "You fuck like, a stallion." She offered in response, the term running through Gordon's mind in all sorts of various ways. "God that felt good."

"You're telling me." Gordon laughed. "I'm the one that forgot, how to speak." Still out of breath, he tried focusing on calming his heartbeat, something Aura seemed to dislike but she made no move to re-arouse him. He'd have to thank her later, and maybe pay her some special attention as a reward.

"As much, as it feels good, to be so... full... could you?..." Chess politely inferred her own discomfort as Gordon apologetically removed himself from her slowly. "Oh god..." she moaned, smiling as with a 'pop' he was free of her rear. Quickly reaching for his pants -so  Chess wouldn't notice the golden cock - Gordon re-dressed. Chess sat up with a huff, giving the man a sultry grin before pointing to her pants. He grabbed the jeans and panties, handing them both to her, but Chess took the panties and stuffed them in his shirt pocket. "A souvenir." She said, winking.

"Best souvenir I've ever received." He joked, a somewhat displeased Aura burbling down below. "Uh, kinda skipped lunch." He offered, hoping the strange noise hadn't sparked too much curiosity from the Italian bombshell zipping herself up.

"Quick, you and me." She said, reaching into the duffel bag to grab a handful of glow sticks, cracking them one handed with practiced skill before handing half of them to Gordon and retrieving her phone. She activated the front facing camera and pulled him in tight for a selfie, whispering "You just came a gallon in my ass." A split second before taking the shot. Chess brought the image up, showing her grinning manically and Gordon surprised and sheepish. "For posterity."

"May I?" Gordon retrieved his own phone and brought it up for a selfie. But as he turned to whisper in Chess' ear, she instead turned and kissed him. It lasted only a moment, but for the man still riding the tail end of an orgasm it was an eternity. When their lips broke he smiled and said the only thing that came to mind. "Cheater."

Chess gave the man a friendly punch to the arm as she began taking photos of the whole room. Gordon followed suit, focusing more on the cauldron and notes in the book open on the desk. He flipped back and forth gently to get as much as possible without arousing too much suspicion from Chess. After several more minutes, the two were done, and Aura had changed back to being Gordon's belt. He felt she was pouting but they couldn't talk it through here, not while Chess was around.

"So, back up the stairs?" Chess asked, receiving a nod from Gordon in response. "We should probably leave everything here, and head to the town hall." She looked at her watch, pressing a button to illuminate the display. "Should be open for another hour or so. They need to know about this."

"Agreed. I can see the headline now. 'Local girl and goofy foreigner discover hidden Da Vinci workshop'." Gordon said, smiling.

"The way we left it, more like a sex dungeon." Chess said slyly, gaining a few grumbling burbles from Gordon's waist. "Maybe we could get you a late lunch on the way."

"Heh, yeah." Gordon said, embarrassed.