Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
NISSIA
Ihave wondered for some time now if dragons kiss. Sure enough, by the display that Vizarios and Ragnakor are putting on, it appears they do.
But not for long. Soon Vizarios is baring his teeth, nipping his way down Ragnakor’s throat, dragging his hand down the other dragon’s chest. Ragnakor is stiff, his tail standing straight out behind him, as his eyes once more flick over to me.
I won’t say it doesn’t hurt. Of course it hurts. When I was on the pedestal with Vizarios, I’d had a glimmer of a dream that perhaps this wouldn’t be so bad. Perhaps if the sex was that good, we could find some kind of relationship. That he might have it in him to be my husband.
I think that has always been out of the question, though. I just didn’t know it. So yes, I will mourn what I thought could’ve been.
But at least I don’t have to be alone in my rooms, wondering what they’re doing, how I’m being left out. I can be left out right here, thank you very much.
Suddenly, Vizarios pulls away, gripping Ragnakor by the collar of his lightweight shirt.
The captain was dressed for training, his thin clothes clinging to his huge body, and now those clothes are going away.
Vizarios yanks Ragnakor’s shirt up over his head and flings it to the side, revealing the huge dragon to both of us.
His chest is even bigger without clothes, if that were possible, and his muscles are sturdy and solid all the way through his tall, broad frame.
He’s covered in scars, big and small, leaving tracks of white across his rust-brown scales.
The king drags his claws down Ragnakor’s belly to the laces holding up his lightweight pants. Then he snaps them in half.
“Turn around,” Vizarios growls, and instinctively the captain obeys, turning to show him his back. Vizarios unhooks the strap around Ragnakor’s tail, sending his pants falling to the ground in a puddle.
Wow. Even I’m astonished at what the captain looks like without them.
He has a powerful ass, the muscles bunched up tight as he stands in front of his king.
His thighs are thick, and when he turns toward me once more, I can see at the crux of them is a large cock—much like Vizarios’s in shape, but even bigger. And it is thickening and rising.
Vizarios closes the gap between them and boldly wraps his hand around Ragnakor’s length. When I gasp, both of them glance in my direction. Vizarios gets a wicked look on his face.
“Do you like it?” he asks me, dragging his hand down to the base of that thick beast while he watches my face. “You like me touching Ragnakor’s cock where you can see, queen?”
I nod without realizing it. Of course I don’t mind two attractive males touching one another. It’s quite an event.
“Ah.” Vizarios strokes again, and the bigger dragon lurches forward. Ragnakor puts a hand on Vizarios’s shoulder to steady himself, and the king smirks. “I think Rag likes it, too.”
Ragnakor’s gaze finds mine, and he looks apologetic.
“Your Majesty,” he says, “are you sure that—”
Vizarios squeezes him, cutting him off. “She said her piece.” Then the king kneels down on the ground in front of his captain, whose eyes grow even larger. “Now be quiet.”
Vizarios opens his mouth, right in front of Ragnakor’s cock, and guides him between his lips. The captain’s shoulders hunch forward even farther, and it looks like he might buckle as Vizarios brings even more of him into his mouth.
Heat rushes down into my belly, and I don’t think the gusset of my underclothes will be the same after this.
I watch, riveted, as Vizarios reaches for Ragnakor’s balls, squeezing them while he starts up a quick and brutal pace with his mouth. His recipient is nearly helpless under his attention, and the sight of them has me entranced.
Then, abruptly, Ragnakor grabs Vizarios by the horns and yanks him back, popping off his mouth. The captain’s cock is jutting straight out now, and a thick, white substance drips from the tip.
“Little king,” Ragnakor snarls in a deep, guttural voice. “Get up and go to your room. Now.”
This abrupt turn in attitude piques my curiosity. Vizarios’s lip curls in a mischievous, knowing grin.
“Yes, Papa.”
I am even more intrigued. What term of endearment is this, that a king would call his underling Papa?
Vizarios climbs to his feet to head through the doorway into his sleeping quarters. Not to be deterred, I get up and follow them.
I want to know everything. Perhaps it will hurt to see it, to know that I won’t ever possess Vizarios the way Ragnakor does, but I can’t stop myself, either.
I want to understand what this is between them.
In the bedroom, Ragnakor pushes Vizarios down to the bed. His eyes are narrowed into points, and his entire body language has changed. Now the captain is masculine, powerful, merciless. Something has shifted in him, and he is certainly the one in charge.
“Take your clothes off,” Ragnakor barks.
Perhaps now I understand Papa.
Hastily Vizarios obeys, removing the belt that holds his robe on, and then slipping it off his shoulders until he’s bare. His own cock is swollen, too, and I remember exquisitely how it felt inside me on the pedestal.
Ragnakor’s eyes narrow. “Now spread your legs.”
Vizarios does as he’s told once again, and when his thighs part, I can make out every detail of him—how his balls are smaller than Ragnakor’s, and cream-colored like his chest and belly. How the tiny hole between his cheeks pulses with his breaths.
I stare, fascinated, as Ragnakor drops to his knees at the end of the bed and seizes Vizarios by the hips, dragging him closer. Then he leans down and his long, pointed tongue snakes out. Licking his lips, he dives in.
I’ve never seen such an act before, and my eyes must be wide as saucers as Ragnakor buries his tongue in Vizarios’s waiting ass. Vizarios moans, his hips arching up off the bed as his captain fucks him with his mouth, shoving in even farther, lathering him up with saliva.
“Ah!” Vizarios gasps. “That’s so—”
Before he can finish, Ragnakor reaches up and wraps his hand around Vizarios’s cock, stroking him while attacking with his tongue. Creamy liquid spills from the king, and his eyes fall closed as Ragnakor continues his ministrations.
Then, abruptly, the captain of the guard draws back.
Rising to his feet once again, he leaves Vizarios there as he walks around the bed to the table beside it and opens the drawer.
He withdraws a glass jar and carries it back to where Vizarios lies prone and exposed on the bed.
Once positioned between the king’s knees, Ragnakor opens the jar, pours some clear liquid into his palm, and slathers it all over his knobbed cock.
Then he grabs Vizarios’s ass and lifts it with one massive, clawed hand. I’m mesmerized, my mouth hanging open as Ragnakor drags himself down to that puckered star. The pointed head of his cock prods at the tiny hole, and then he pushes in.
Vizarios’s back arches, and he lets out a sound that makes me wonder if he’s in pain. But Ragnakor doesn’t relent, his expression now intent and severe, dominant in a way that’s shocking. He pushes Vizarios back down to the bed as he guides his cock in deeper, spreading Vizarios’s legs wider.
“Open for me, little king,” Ragnakor growls, withdrawing just a fraction so he can thrust in a second time. Vizarios moans, and even more of his seed dribbles from the tip of his cock as Ragnakor invades farther.
I can’t help it any longer. I’m wearing pants, so I slide my hand inside them, where I find myself dripping wet. I drag one finger over my clit there as I watch.
“Oh, Rag, it’s so big,” Vizarios whines, his ass lifting off the bed even higher.
“Don’t worry. It will fit.” With a grunt, Ragnakor slides out, then pours more liquid from the jar and smears it everywhere between them.
Then he pushes in, harder this time, and Vizarios lets out a cry.
After a few more shallow thrusts, Ragnakor’s teeth grit together, and he shoves himself in up to the hilt.
Vizarios’s whole body bucks as he takes his captain all the way.
My hand is moving faster against my clit of its own accord, and I’m steadily getting wetter the longer I watch.
Ragnakor roars as he reels his hips back, and with a slurping sound, his cock slides out.
Then he snaps forward, burying himself again.
When Vizarios reaches up for him, the captain pushes the king back down with one hand around his throat.
Vizarios’s eyes go wide, and his entire body shudders in pleasure.
“Ah, fuck me, Papa!” he cries out, voice strangled.
I think Vizarios likes being treated this way, like a creature to be used. Something about Ragnakor’s change, about his new, authoritative presence, the way he relentlessly dominates my husband, is turning me on.
What would it feel like to be Vizarios, to be owned in such a way? Then I wonder: what would Ragnakor feel like inside me?
As if he can hear my thoughts, Ragnakor turns his head in my direction, pushing Vizarios down harder as he thrusts again.
His yellow eyes are practically glowing underneath his heavy brow as he plunders his king over and over, his piercing stare not leaving my face.
His lip curls, revealing sharp teeth, and it feels like he’s seeing into my soul as he sinks his cock into Vizarios.
My hand is speeding up, my body aching to release.
Then the king’s spine goes tight as a string, and he lets out a shout.
Ragnakor plunges into him again, and viscous fluid shoots from the tip of Vizarios’s cock, painting both their bellies white.
Vizarios moans in what could almost be mistaken for agony as his cock spurts a second time, then a third.
Ragnakor roars like a beast, slamming himself in one more time, and his muscles tighten all over his body. I’m coming myself now, taken by surprise, and I moan as it courses through me.
Both of them turn to look at me, and I slowly withdraw my hand from my pants.
“Goodness,” I say, looking down at how wet I am. “You are both beautiful.”
RAGNAKOR
I can’t believe I just did that. In front of the queen. And she touched herself the entire time, until she met her finish at the same moment I did.
Vizarios, my Vizarios, is panting heavily underneath me, both of us covered in his spend.
Mine is deep inside his pulsing heat, my cock viciously squeezed by his perfect, throbbing ass.
His scent glands released all over me, and mine all over him, and the aroma of us mixed up together is almost making me hard again.
This did not happen last time I fucked him. This is new, but I’m suddenly too exhausted to think that hard about it.
I fall onto the bed on top of Vizarios, letting his legs drop back to the blankets.
My king moans as the motion moves my cock inside him.
Slowly, I work myself out, taking care with how sensitive he is.
His hole is gaping from where I ravished him, my seed dripping copiously, and though reality is rushing back in quickly, I have to marvel at how handsome he is with his chest heaving.
I just fucked the daylights out of the king in front of the queen’s eyes. For a moment, while I was inside him and watching her touch herself, my imagination flicked to what it would be like inside her.
But I could never have that. No, I am lucky enough for this one moment in time with the dragon I’ve loved for so many years. I couldn’t possibly be so greedy.
Leaving Vizarios where he lies, I step out of the sleeping quarters and head for the washroom, before returning with a towel and a bowl of water.
Vizarios relaxes as I clean him, and then myself, before my eyes dart over to where the queen is still sitting.
She’s laced her pants back up, and now she’s observing us.
“I suppose I ought to go to bed,” she says uncertainly, getting up from her seat along the wall. She straightens her pants and walks to the door.
“Nissia.”
She and I are both surprised at the sound of her name in Vizarios’s voice. He sits up on the bed, and almost imperceptibly, he nods at her.
“Thank you,” he says. “For... letting me have this.”
To my surprise, her shoulders droop, and she turns away from us.
“It’s not my gift to give.” She pauses on the threshold. “All I ask is... that you not go behind my back. Please.”
The note of desperation in her tone worries me.
“Your Majesty?” I ask, rising to my feet. “I would never.”
“And don’t lie to me, either.” She holds up a single finger and points it at me, and then Vizarios. Her eyes are moist. “I need to know I can trust both of you not to leave me out.”
I can easily give what she asks. The new queen has proven herself to be kind, considerate, dependable, and honest. It’s the least she deserves in return for her grace.
“Of course,” I say, bowing my head. “You can always rely on me, Your Majesty.”
But Vizarios doesn’t answer immediately. He’s staring at the floor instead.
“I will do whatever I like.” He raises his head, his eyes narrowed. “I am the king.”
I’m stunned. Nissia doesn’t speak. She simply studies his face, like she might find the answer to all her unasked questions there.
But then she doesn’t find them, and she lets out a defeated sigh.
Without another word, she turns around and strides across the room to the door, where she lets herself out.
When it falls closed behind her, I shake my head at Vizarios.
“Why could you not do that one thing for her?” I ask, deciding it’s better in this moment to be candid. The high of being inside him again, of making him mine, has clouded my better judgment. “The queen has been more than understanding. This was—”
He scowls. “She cannot command me. She is no one. A mere human.”
With all my emotions heightened, I’m quickly growing impatient with him. “She is your wife. She watched me fuck you, here in the royal quarters, which should be hers”—I draw out the word—“and you talk about her so poorly?”
Vizarios flounders for a response, but now I’m angry. All the bliss from coitus has morphed into fury. I climb to my feet, not sparing him a glance.
“I saw how she looked at you,” I say as I put my clothes back on, tying the laces of my pants. “She cares for you. That’s the only reason this happened tonight.”
His mouth falls open. “Th-that’s not true—”
“It is true.” I recognized her expression. Admiration and jealousy, that he would surrender himself to me but not to her. It was palpable. “Discard her if you like. But you will only earn an enemy where you could instead have a friend. Or something more.”
I slide on my shirt and leave the same way Nissia did, then slam the door shut behind me.