Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
VIZARIOS
Iknow I am playing with fire, but Ragnakor’s admission gave me a burst of an idea.
Perhaps he is my path to reconciling with my wife.
I believe that at least some of his affection toward her is reciprocated, and I can use that to bring her closer to me, too.
The last time the three of us were in this room, I saw how she touched herself, full of lust. Just as I am consumed with the urge to mate again, so, perhaps, is she.
Cautiously, I take Nissia by the hand, and she shoots me a surprised look as I urge her toward the bedroom. She steps through behind me, clutching me with her small fingers like I might drop her. Ragnakor follows, his imposing figure making me feel more steadfast in my endeavor.
At last, I release the queen’s hand as I turn around to face him. She heads for the bench seat where she sat when she watched us last time, but I say, “Wait.”
She freezes. “What is it? Am I not here to watch?”
“What if I needed your help?”
Her brow creases. “Why would you need my help?”
Without answering her, I fall to my knees in front of Ragnakor, who has been studying me carefully since the moment I proposed this earlier today.
I reach around behind him to unclasp the strap of his armor, then pull it down over his hips, leaving his trousers and boots. The boots come next, but there are two.
“Come.” I gesture to Nissia again, and she takes a step in my direction. “Assist me.”
Her features are overcome by bafflement.
“I don’t know what I could possibly assist with.”
I nod at Ragnakor’s boots. “You could remove that one.”
She stares at me, unabashed, then up at Ragnakor. He offers her a nod. After another beat, she comes down to kneel beside me.
“I’ll take this one,” I say, taking his left boot, “if you take that one.”
Dutifully, she mimics me as I unlace it, then bring it down over the captain’s ankle and foot. It’s more difficult for Nissia.
“Your feet are different,” she says to Ragnakor, tipping her head back. “Sorry.”
This is the first time I’ve seen his face since this began, and his mouth is comically open, his eyes not quite believing what they’re seeing. I lend Nissia a hand, showing her how to pull the boot off his feet and claws. When she’s finished, I set both boots aside, and she rises as if to get up.
“I still need help,” I say, and she stops.
“What...” Nissia swallows. “What do you need?”
Instead of answering, I untie Ragnakor’s trousers. She gasps as I tug them over his thighs to his feet.
“Vizarios,” Ragnakor says in a warning tone, now naked from the waist down. Nissia starts to get up, but I stop her by catching her arm.
“You don’t want her here?” I ask. Oh, am I playing a dangerous game.
Ragnakor immediately raises his hands. “No, I do. My queen, please don’t leave.”
She hovers, halfway to her feet, unsure what to do. But her eyes are drawn back to Ragnakor’s hips, where his impressive cock has gone from hard to limp. That’s not what I want.
Boldly, I wrap a hand around it, and Ragnakor grunts. Nissia’s eyes go wide as saucers.
“Look at this,” I tell her, gently stroking it. “Shouldn’t he be harder than this? For us?”
“Us?” she repeats, glancing up at Ragnakor. His eyes connect with hers, and I couldn’t have planned it better myself when his cock instantly twitches and rises. The longer he looks at her, the stiffer he gets, and I don’t even have to touch him.
“There we are,” I say, and Nissia glances down at where my captain is filling and thickening. She looks absolutely scandalized, so I reach out and take her hand, squeezing it in mine. “You can touch him, too, if you want.”
She’s fully on her knees again, her eyes darting between my face and Ragnakor’s hard cock.
Her mouth opens like she’s about to speak, so I take her hand in mine and place it right where I want it—along his knobby shaft.
Nissia squeaks and shoots a startled look up at Ragnakor, but her hand doesn’t move away.
“Good,” I say, mimicking how I want her to stroke him.
Nissia sounds uncertain as she asks, “Captain? Do you... want this?”
“Please.” His answer is immediate, his voice choked. Again, he twitches under our hands. “Please, touch me.”
Swallowing hard, my queen turns back to his cock like it’s a snake that might bite her. But then I notice her thighs rubbing together, and I can smell how turned on she is.
Good. She is nervous but aroused.
I draw her palms down his length, over the swell, and then back up to the head. He’s glistening at the tip, so while she’s stroking him, I lean forward to lick. Nissia’s sharp gasp pleases me as I continue pumping her hands, and Ragnakor releases a hiss.
“Let us hear you,” I call to him. “Tell us what you want, Papa.”
When I look up, Ragnakor is staring down at me with narrowed eyes. I think he understands what I am saying—I hope he does.
“Is that it?” Ragnakor says as Nissia continues to stroke him. “You want me to tell you what to do, little king?”
That sends a sharp burst of pleasure straight down to my balls.
“Yes,” I whisper back. “Tell us what to do.”
“Then lick.” He uncurls one hand and places it on my head, pushing me closer to his cock.
I do as I’m told, my tongue darting out to tease his tip. I don’t need to hold Nissia’s hands anymore to keep her moving—no, she’s stroking Ragnakor on her own now, her eyes riveted to the heavy thing in her grasp.
I encircle his head with my mouth, being careful of my fangs. While I lavish attention on Ragnakor, though, I skim a hand down Nissia’s side, not venturing any farther but making sure to maintain physical contact. We are doing this together—showing Ragnakor pleasure as one.
She leans into me, which is its own reward.
Soon we are working in tandem, my head bobbing down when she reaches his thick root, then withdrawing him from my mouth when her fingers envelop the head. Ragnakor is grunting now, so close to his finish, when abruptly, he pulls away from us.
“On the bed, little king,” he snaps at me roughly, and my cock responds under my robe. “Take your clothes off.”
Nissia watches from her place on her knees, still holding onto Ragnakor, as I rise to my feet. I take off one side of the robe, then the other, before unbuckling my belt and setting it all on the floor. Then I climb up onto the bed, ready for whatever my captain has planned for me.
“My queen,” Ragnakor says, taking her hand in his and pulling her up to her feet.
“What is it?” she asks, peering up at him under her lashes. “What would you like me to do?”
NISSIA
This is all very interesting to me for many different reasons.
I like what Ragnakor becomes in here, in this room with the closed door. I like how he is in control of Vizarios, as if the king is a puppet on his strings. The captain has no qualms with raising his voice, with telling Vizarios what to do and how to do it.
And I want to be one of his puppets. I’m excited to find out what Ragnakor requires of me. Whatever it is, it would be good. It would be safe.
“My queen,” he says again as I stand in front of him, looking up into his yellow eyes. “I do believe... that the king has done you a disservice.”
That’s not what I expected him to say. I glance at Vizarios, who is clearly taken aback by it, too.
“Isn’t that right?” Ragnakor presses, still staring into my eyes. “When he ignored you? When he insulted you?”
Vizarios watches from the bed but does not fight the accusations.
“Y-yes,” I manage. “I suppose he has done all this.”
Ragnakor nods in understanding. Then he brings one of his huge, clawed hands to my face, where he cups my chin. “Will you do what I ask, my queen?”
I blink dumbly. I would do most anything that the captain told me to do.
“Yes.”
He smiles at me, and I didn’t realize just how unusual an occurrence that was until I’ve seen it. I didn’t know he could smile.
“Then please, come with me.” Ragnakor snags my hand and draws me toward the bed. There, he glares down at Vizarios. “And you, little king. Get on your knees.”
Perplexed, Vizarios does as he’s told, reversing his position on the bed and leaning forward on his elbows, his ass in the air with his tail hanging down submissively.
The king looks rather delightful like this, all exposed to us.
I can make out his balls underneath, his hard cock hanging down even lower than that.
Ragnakor grabs the King’s tail and lifts it into the air, exposing the cream-colored scales of his ass to the room. The captain gives me a significant look, and I stand there, having no idea what I’m supposed to do about this.
“Your husband has wronged you,” Ragnakor says in a rumbling voice, pulling me closer so I’m standing behind Vizarios with the captain’s arm curled around me. “So what will you do with him? How will you punish him?”
“Punish him?” I gape up at Ragnakor. He takes my hand in his big one, lifts it into the air...
Then brings it down on Vizarios’s bare ass with a slap!
The king lets out a yelp of surprise. He glares over his shoulder, expression aghast.
“Ragnakor! You can’t be serious!”
“That’s what we do to little kings who neglect their queens,” Ragnakor says in response, and my hand is almost vibrating from where I struck my husband.
I hit him. Right on his bare ass. And it felt... amazing. Cathartic. And his little cry of surprise? Delicious.
Ragnakor shifts so now he’s standing behind me, his chest still clothed and armored, his hips bare.
I can feel his cock brush against my lower back through my clothes, and my thighs rub together again at the sensation.
I’m thoroughly wet after touching him, seeing him, watching him almost come undone for us, and all I feel is glee.
Does this mean that Ragnakor... wants me? That I turn him on, too?
His hand still has not left mine, and once more, he raises it into the air and then smacks it against Vizarios’s exposed rear. The king yelps again, and his tail thrashes in Ragnakor’s hand.
“What do you mean by this?” Vizarios says over his shoulder, but I don’t miss the dribble of seed dripping from the tip of his cock.
“I mean for you to pay penance. To make it up to Queen Nissia.”
Vizarios’s eyes widen as Ragnakor releases my hand. The captain leans down so I can feel his breath against the shell of my ear, and with his front warm on my back, I resist the urge to rub my hips against his. I desperately crave friction between my legs.
“Punish him,” Ragnakor says in a low voice, and Vizarios sucks in a breath.
I do as I’m told. I raise my hand a third time and smack it against Vizarios’s rear, and the sound echoes around the room. Even my hand stings. This time, Vizarios lets out a gasp that’s much more erotic.
I think he likes it.
Meanwhile, Ragnakor releases me and places one knee on the bed, so it sags under his enormous weight. From here, he can reach beneath Vizarios’s hips, and he slides his hand around the king’s hanging cock.
“Again,” Ragnakor tells me. Lifting my hand, I smack Vizarios as instructed, and I’m rewarded with a sharp moan. Now Ragnakor is stroking my husband, earning even more droplets of his seed.
“I think our little king likes taking his medicine,” the captain remarks.
I switch hands, slapping Vizarios’s other swollen cheek, and he hisses when the strike lands. I can see his balls twitch between his legs.
“Papa,” Vizarios whimpers, his arms shaking on the bed. “Papa, please.”
“Please what?” Ragnakor squeezes his cock harder, moving faster, and Vizarios is shivering all over as if he’s already on the edge. “What do you want?”
“Please, fuck me. I can’t take it anymore!”
Ragnakor makes a thoughtful sound and glances at me. “What do you think, my queen? Has he done his penance yet?”
I like the power he’s giving me, the power to control what happens here. And the idea of watching Ragnakor fuck Vizarios again... I’m trembling, too, as my anticipation travels lower and lower.
“I don’t know.” I smack Vizarios one more time, and he sags forward. I reach down and squeeze his balls, very boldly, and he lets out a rough moan. “How are you going to fuck him, Captain?”
Ragnakor smooths his palm over Vizarios’s inflamed ass, never relenting on pumping the king’s cock. “I could take him roughly. Or I could drag it out. I could take him to the edge, and then...”
“Do that,” I say in an authoritative voice. I don’t know where that came from. “Savor him. And then deny him release.”
Vizarios whines.
“As you wish.” Ragnakor gestures to the table. “Bring out the oil.”
I can’t help but do as he says, as if I’m also one of his puppets. I fetch the same jar they used last time and bring it over.
“Open it,” Ragnakor says, so I do. “Dip your fingers inside. Get them good and coated.”
Again, I obey. Ragnakor draws the king’s tail up once more, exposing his asshole to both of us.
“What will you have her do?” asks Vizarios, his voice hitching.
Ignoring him, Ragnakor turns to me. “My queen, put the oil on me.”
I know what he intends now. Nodding, I slather his cock in oil, and I marvel again at the sheer size of him. I wonder what that would feel like... inside me?
Thinking about this, I stroke him once, and then again to coat his soft nubs in shining oil, from the head to the base. Ragnakor shudders, and his cock twitches in my hand.
“N-next,” he manages, “more oil. Put it on our little king. Get him good and wet for me, please.”
I can’t believe I’m doing this. It’s as if someone else is in control of my body as I dip my fingers into the jar, then bring them to the tight hole at the base of Vizarios’s tail. I smear my fingers all around it. Then, boldly, I push one inside him, and his body lurches forward as he whimpers.
Instantly, Ragnakor tightens his grip on the king, holding him in place. “Yes, get him ready.”
I squeeze my finger in deeper, spreading the oil around, and my husband’s ass parts slowly for me.
“Oh!” Vizarios cries.
“What do you want, little king?” Ragnakor asks. “Tell us.”
The king sounds choked. “M-more.”
I’ve never imagined myself doing something like this, and yet now all I can think about is how badly I need to touch myself.
At last, Ragnakor says to me, “Thank you. He’s ready.”
I step aside as the captain positions himself behind Vizarios and guides the pointed tip of his cock to the pulsing opening between those cream-colored ass cheeks. Vizarios lets out another cry as the captain pushes in, spreading him, demanding he open and swallow him up.
And I am mesmerized.