Chapter 23
Chapter Twenty-Three
RAGNAKOR
Oh, is it going to be hard for me to do what the queen asked. After her little hands stroked me, I was already surprisingly close to breaking. It wouldn’t take much of being squeezed that way to finish.
But I need to do it inside my king.
He’s so unbelievably tight, that ring of muscle resisting me at first. I work in slowly, testing the waters and pulling back, both letting him get used to me and riling him up for what’s to come.
I may be rough with him, but I love him, and I would never hurt him.
The queen backs away, her fresh, clean hand sliding under her robes.
“Get on the bed,” I tell her, more brusquely than I intended. But keeping myself steady without plunging into Vizarios is testing my self-control. “I want to watch you touch yourself, my queen.”
She gasps, and I love that sound. Vizarios, too, watches as Nissia climbs up onto the mattress near him and shyly spreads her thighs only a few inches apart.
I long to see what’s under those robes, so I eagerly press deeper into my king’s perfect ass.
He moans as I urge him open, then pause, waiting for him to accept me.
Nissia’s breaths are coming short and quick as she watches us, her hand parting her clothes.
Both Vizarios and I groan at the same time as she reveals black curls and underneath, a hidden gem.
Holding my eyes, she reaches down between her thighs and plants her index finger and middle finger and spreads herself for us.
Her skin is dark brown on the outside, coated in a fine layer of black hair, but her pussy is pink and glistening inside. Just the sight of it makes me thrust deeper into Vizarios. He grunts, and his hole spasms around me. I’m almost to the depth where I can really make him moan and cry for me.
Nissia wets her finger in her own spill and then lifts it, revealing a small nub of flesh at the apex of her cunt. The moment she strokes it, her mouth falls open and a sound of pleasure tumbles out.
Good. I pull out and then sink myself farther into Vizarios’s wonderful ass, reveling in the feel of him, the agonizing warmth of him.
He pulses with each of his labored breaths and I want to devour them all.
I release his tail so it can hang across my hip, and run a hand up his spine.
He shudders as I reel back, then plunge in as far as I can.
He cries out, and I drag my claws down his spine. The queen is rubbing herself faster now, her brown eyes huge as she watches us. Now that I’m buried in him fully, the king is pushing his hips back against mine, seeking more.
“You want me to fuck you, little king?” I ask him, slamming my cock deep one more time. Nissia gasps, her small hand working hard between her legs. “Your queen is watching. She’s touching herself at the sight of you. How does that make you feel?”
Again he squeezes around me as I search for the spot that will make him scream. I know that seeing her like this, dripping for us, is turning him on as just much as my cock in his tight, perfect ass.
“She’s”—Vizarios moans as I thrust in with vigor—“beautiful.”
Obviously taken aback, Nissia’s hand slows, and she stares at him with her lips parted.
“Keep going,” I tell her in a rough voice. Obediently she touches herself again, this time dipping a finger lower to push it inside.
Fuck. She is beautiful like this, and Vizarios is clenching tighter and tighter as his voice rises in volume.
Drawn to the spot he likes most, I pinpoint it and then pummel it with the tip of my cock, and my king and queen’s moans are swelling in tandem.
I’m deliriously close to my finish, but I need to hold on to it a little longer.
I tease Vizarios close to the edge, until he’s nearly screaming, and then I back away, slowing my thrusts. The queen’s lips curve up at the sides, clearly pleased, but Vizarios whines in objection.
“Fuck me, Papa!” he cries, reaching down to stroke his leaking cock. “Please!”
“Hmm.” I glance at Nissia for her judgment.
“Don’t let him come yet.” Her hand is moving quicker now, her breaths coming faster. “Not yet.”
So I tease him, taking him close to the line and then slowing down again, returning to a shallow depth. Vizarios tries to take me deeper, canting his hips back, but I out-maneuver him.
At last, after I’ve brought him to the edge three times, the queen says, “Let him have it, Captain.”
Balling up all my willpower, I fuck him hard. Then, Vizarios screams, just like I wanted. He clamps down all around me, so tight that the oil squelches with each of my thrusts.
I can’t stop it any longer. Watching Nissia’s cunt weep, feeling Vizarios around me, seeing his back arch and his horns shine in the candlelight, I easily find my pinnacle. It gushes out of me with incredible force, filling up my king’s tight hole until it spills out onto the bed.
Nissia lets out a small cry, her hand shaking while it goes wild on her cunt. I stare in awe as she climaxes beside us, her breaths ragged as a trickle of nectar drips out of her.
With the utmost care, I hold Vizarios’s hips steady while I pull out of him, and he writhes and moans when we separate. I lower his tail and smooth a hand down his rump, and he hisses with pain at the contact.
“Our poor little king,” I say in a gentle tone, touching Vizarios all over as he collapses to the bed.
My eyes travel over to Nissia, who has been silent ever since she came.
Her lids and long lashes hang low as her gaze travels from Vizarios over to me.
She’s searching for something, and the protector in me wants to give it to her.
Ah, uncertainty. We just did a very intimate act that she was both a part of and separate from. I need to pay as much attention to her as I do to Vizarios.
So I crawl across the bed to her until I can slide an arm around her back, then I pull her toward me. Once she’s at my side, I bring Vizarios closer, sweeping him up until he is across our laps. Then I stroke his neck and cheek, all while Nissia examines his bottom.
“Does it hurt?” she asks in a remorseful voice, the first one to break the silence.
The king turns his head, a lazy smile on his face.
“Yes. But I earned it.”
Nissia glances at me from the side of her eye. It appears my punishment has worked and so has his plan. I’m glad I could play my part in it.
VIZARIOS
There is only one way in which I would feel more sated, but I can’t allow myself that dream, not yet.
Still, the way I longed for it as I watched my wife playing with herself, her head thrown back and her breasts lifting as she crept closer and closer to her climax...
I could bring her even more pleasure, I know.
I could please her and make her scream just like Ragnakor did to me.
The way he’s holding me now with my head in his lap, I wonder for a moment who I am, who we are.
In here, he became both my caretaker and my headmaster, making me pay recompense to Nissia for the terrible ass I’ve been.
I see it now, after the way she laid into me with intention.
I’ve hurt her at a vulnerable time, when I should have been trying to see the world from her perspective.
Ragnakor has shown me that. I understand now what he’s been trying to say since the beginning.
She is as physically sensual as she is emotionally sensitive, and I have stomped all over her like a horse crushing a sprouting flower.
There is still a vast canyon between where we are and where I wish we could be, but perhaps tonight, my captain built me the beginnings of a bridge.
Neither Ragnakor nor I mention, though, that we did not release our scent glands this time. There is still a piece missing, an unresolved emotion in the room. My body will not be satiated by this act alone.
My cock still itches, and I urge it to be silent. We must focus on laying the slats of wood until I can finally cross to her.
We all part ways that night after quiet goodbyes, as much as I wish they would stay. I certainly would not mind falling asleep next to my captain and my wife, and that is a new feeling for me.
After they’re gone, my room becomes rather empty, and it is cold under the blankets alone.
The following day, the wind shifts. I sense autumn in the air when I leave the castle walls, which means snow will follow soon after.
I hope that my new queen from the lowlands will do all right when it truly gets cold here.
It is new, certainly, to be concerned with her well-being. But I see how much more fragile her human skin is than our scales, and I want to wrap her up in fur to make sure she stays warm.
Not only outside is the world changing, but so is it inside the castle, too.
Once again, Nissia joins us in the meeting room, and I listen casually to her and Syzari coming up with their strategy.
They are now discussing the idea of sending emissaries to the human kingdom to plant the seeds of their immigration plan.
Nissia makes good arguments about how dragons still are foreign and frightening to humans, and how the north seems inhospitable. We would have to clear these rumors before humans would consider it—but they could reap great benefits, too.
She is smart and quick, I think after the day is over.
The two of them have started cooking plans that I’ll have to clear before it can happen.
Strangely, watching her work has made my groin ache even more fiercely.
She is already shaping up to be a good queen, despite how she’s been thrown into this.
Now I watch when Nissia and Ragnakor spar, which is most nights.
I may not know much about swordplay, but I can see for myself how quickly she adapts in a fight, how her skill grows from match to match.
I’m not the only one who gathers around to observe, and I see how much the soldiers admire her despite her being weak and human.
She is not weak, I suppose. Not like I thought she was.
I spend time with my wife as often as I can, taking her on horseback rides, eating with her, spending days working alongside her.
Though I try to court her and romance her at every opportunity, she is only polite, only friendly—never romantic in return.
Sometimes I wonder if Syzari was right, and I have truly broken the thing between us, even after our night together with Ragnakor.
And then I get word that my gift has arrived. The caravan has been seen at the southern watchtower. I’m nearly shivering with my anticipation as I wait and wait, and then finally, get dressed and head to Queen Nissia’s door to knock.
When she opens it, her curly hair is loose around her shoulders, and I am drawn to how the ringlets reflect the light. Her appealing shape is covered in a loose white robe with gold detail, and her dark nipples are clearly visible through it.
Immediately, I want to wrap my lips around them. I am more attracted to her every day, but lately, I’m not sure whether she reciprocates it anymore.
I hope my gambit can breathe life into us again.