Chapter 30
Chapter Thirty
VIZARIOS
As much as I admire watching them, my cock is getting impatient.
I could never have orchestrated a reunion better than this one—though I suppose I did a little manipulation to get them here.
Now that they have had their soft, tender embrace, I am eager to reunite in other ways. I approach Nissia from behind, running my hands along her rounded bottom and up her hips to show her I’m there. She arches into my touch, and I know that the captain has gotten her good and ready for us already.
“Papa,” I whisper, “will you take us to bed?”
He searches my face over the top of Nissia’s head. After a heated moment, he nods and keeps one arm around Nissia as he leads her to my bedroom. She dutifully follows, clinging to his side. I smirk as I trail along behind them, but lower one hand to Ragnakor’s ass to squeeze it.
Once at the bed, Ragnakor lowers Nissia onto it with infinite gentleness. He starts removing the armor on his shoulders, and then that across his chest, working his way down to his hips. Next go his boots, leaving him in a jerkin and pants.
Before he can go further, he bends over Nissia on the bed and reaches down to unclip her belt.
Her robes follow it, sliding off her breasts and shoulders into a puddle underneath her, leaving her bare.
Ragnakor eases her thighs apart, exposing her to both of us.
I can make out the stiff, very erect shape of his cock under his trousers as he gazes down at her in wonder.
“Beautiful,” he says in a thoughtful tone.
I don’t think he has experienced many females, so I watch with rapt interest as he skids a finger down through her curly black hair, to the perfect cunt underneath it.
He explores her with a sort of awe, running the pad of his finger over her clit—which causes Nissia to gasp and arch her hips—down to her pussy, which flutters and pulses when he reaches it.
Absently, I wonder how much of my seed is still inside her from this morning.
He circles her there, tracing over each of her labia, getting familiar. I approach him from behind, weaving my arms around his waist. I’ve unclipped my own belt already, so my eager cock nudges at his tail.
“Get your finger wet,” I tell him. Ragnakor jerks, as if he’d been in a trance.
Then he lifts one hand to me, and my tongue darts out to lick it.
I lather up his finger with my saliva, and then he brings it back down between Nissia’s legs.
Her face is slack, watching as our Papa brushes his fingertip over her clit.
“Like that,” I reassure him, reaching down between his legs to smooth my hand over his pants, right on top of his cock. “Keep touching her there.”
Ragnakor grunts and obeys me, running his finger up and down and around that tiny bud, and with every pass of his hand, Nissia gasps and twitches, her eyes fixed on us. The longer he teases her, the wetter she gets, until her pussy is shining and the two lips are swollen.
“Now,” I say to him, leaning closer and squeezing him through his trousers, “it’s time to feast on her.”
Spreading her thighs even wider, Ragnakor drops to his knees in front of the bed and dives into Nissia fully with his mouth.
He laps her up, tongue dragging from her clit down to the droplet of her need, which he licks up before returning northward.
I don’t even have to instruct him as the queen grabs his horns, her hips bucking up into his muzzle.
“Papa!” she cries. That’s all the encouragement he needs. Ragnakor’s tail sticks out straight as he fucks her with his tongue, withdrawing it and returning to tormenting her clit. Meanwhile, I stroke myself, the sight of them infinitely beautiful.
And then, Nissia climaxes. She falls silent and turns stiff as a board, and Ragnakor groans, frantically licking at her release.
“Little king,” he says, rising to his feet.
Obediently, I arrive at his side. “For now, you must be the one to spend inside her.” Ragnakor leans down over Nissia, brushing the tip of her tiny nose with his rounded, broad one.
“I will get to experience you, my queen, once the king’s seed has taken and you are carrying the royal heir. ”
She nods in understanding, though I can sense she longs for more. Hopefully, that time will be soon—my cock twitches just thinking about it.
“Get on the bed,” Ragnakor instructs me.
I do as he commands, climbing up on top of Nissia, my tip already drooling for her.
He kneels behind me and skims a hand under my tail, past my ass to my balls, which he squeezes.
More cum drips from me, and the sight of Nissia’s slick channel opening and closing with her breaths nearly undoes my control.
But I wait for Ragnakor to fist my cock in his big hand, and then he guides me down until just the tapered head is positioned in front of Nissia’s small pussy.
How I fit in there, I have no idea.
One hand wrapped around me, the other curled under my ass, Ragnakor slowly pushes me inside her. And fuck, it’s divine, flawless beyond reason. He pulls his hand away as he buries me deep on the first thrust, and she’s open enough from taking me this morning that I glide inside.
My arms nearly buckle under me as I fall into her, burying myself in her, soaking up all of her. My queen’s hair is fanned out across the bed behind her, eyes shimmering stars as I find my way home.
“Very good,” Ragnakor croons in my ear, his hand retreating to my balls once again. He cups them. “I’m going to make sure you empty all of this inside her. Where it belongs.”
Then his finger travels up, to my asshole, and while I remain unmoving inside Nissia, he teases it.
Oh. I understand. He simply massages with the pad of his finger, getting me excited for what’s to come.
While Ragnakor reaches for the bedside table, I gently withdraw and then drown myself in my queen again.
Her head falls back, a moan falling from her lips as I go nearly as deep as I can.
Then our Papa returns, and though I can’t see him from where I am on top of Nissia, I can hear it as he covers his cock in oil.
He lifts my tail out of the way, then his knuckle prods at my hole again, spreading even more oil around.
“Are you ready for me, little king?” He shifts behind me, and I sense the pointed head of his cock at my taut entrance. I nod rapidly, and Nissia gasps as Ragnakor positions himself.
Then, he pushes in. My body can take his, and yet it resists at first, like it always does.
But my captain knows just what to do, and retreats for a second before trying again.
And again. With each push, he goes deeper, forcing my body forward so my cock sinks even farther into Nissia.
I pull back when Ragnakor does, nearly leaving her dripping pussy until our Papa presses into me once more.
Then, his head slips through, now sheathed in me—and I let out a cry as it sends a ripple of pleasure through my balls, into my cock. In response, my hips shunt forward, burying me deep in Nissia’s body. She moans and contracts around me, and I don’t know how long I’ll last like this.
Ragnakor pulls out and slams himself in once more. I fall forward and cry out as he pushes the widest part of his cock through, and then I feel it: that spot inside me that will make me truly break.
Nissia wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me in close as Ragnakor yanks back once again, and I nearly leave her in response.
With another snap, we both move in unison, and our pace picks up.
Now I feel as if both of us are fucking Nissia together, each of our Papa’s movements sinking me in and bringing me back out.
And then he strikes that spot inside me, and I feel my thread snap.
I roar as I explode inside of Nissia, wishing I could have lasted longer for her, my pleasure filling every corner of my body.
But Ragnakor does not stop, still fucking me into her as her voice climbs higher and higher.
My cock is mightily sensitive, but I find myself climaxing a second time, when I didn’t think that was possible.
Nissia clamps down tight, her eyes squeezing closed and her hands curling into me like claws.
She grips me as she screams, and I unleash again, whimpering as more seed shoots out of me, my cock trapped.
Ragnakor growls as he swells up inside me, stretching me, and then he, too, breaks.
I feel his heat fill me up, drenching me, and I moan as I finally collapse on top of my wife.
She holds me between her breasts, stroking my head as we all gasp heavy breaths. Slowly, Ragnakor lets me lower myself, his cock sliding out of me and his cum sloshing down my thighs. My tail falls to the bed, as limp as I am.
This time, Ragnakor lies down next to us and comes close to gather us both into his arms.
“You did so well,” he tells us, kissing my forehead and then Nissia’s. I curl around her, my cock slipping free of her, and even more spend drips across the bed.
“Thank you, Papa.” Nissia drifts into the cradle of my collar where she’s now embraced by both of us. She strokes Ragnakor’s cheek. “Thank you for coming back to us.”