Chapter 31
Chapter Thirty-One
NISSIA
After we clean ourselves up, I fall asleep wrapped in my king and my captain’s arms. I have odd dreams about home, which feels so far away.
Then I awake in the early hours of the morning, finding myself curled up against Ragnakor’s side, his arm possessively around me while Vizarios lies sprawled out beside us.
When I drift back into the darkness, I have new dreams: about the baby that might be growing inside me, my two dragons holding it in their arms.
Ragnakor is the first to rise, waking me when he tries to free himself from our tangle of limbs.
I wrap my hands around his arm and tug him back down into the blankets, mumbling an objection.
Obediently, he lies back down. He smells so wonderful that I snuggle into his armpit, and he chuckles against my hair.
“It’s morning, my queen,” he murmurs to me. “Time to get up for the day.”
“Mmph,” I say in response.
I know we’ve woken up Vizarios when he rolls over and presses his body to my backside, his hand searching until he finds my breast. Then he rolls my bare nipple between his clawed fingers, huffing against my nape.
Ragnakor kisses me while Vizarios hikes up my thigh, and I’m already wet and anticipating him as he notches the head of his cock at my weeping opening.
He grunts as he pushes inside, enveloping himself in me with one stroke.
I moan, now fully awake. Ragnakor cups both of my breasts in his hands as Vizarios withdraws, and leans in to bring my nipple into his mouth, sucking on it while my king fucks me.
Then Ragnakor’s hand drifts down my belly to where Vizarios is seated inside me and gently brushes his finger over my clit.
Steadily my moans rise into cries as both of them work me together, nursing me into a monstrous orgasm.
It rocks me to my core, and Vizarios gasps helplessly as he thickens, pumping faster, harder.
He groans as he reaches his finish, too, and despite how much seed he’s already released in me, he’s able to produce even more.
But I’m not done yet. Vizarios withdraws, and before anyone else can move, I push Ragnakor onto his back on the bed.
Crawling down to his hips, I find his cock already thick and hard, pointing up at the ceiling.
I circle the root with my hands, making him gasp, and stroke experimentally.
Then I climb over his knees, straddling him so I can reach him with my mouth while Vizarios’s cum drips down my thighs.
“Nissia...?” Ragnakor says uncertainly as I open wide and bring him between my lips.
His hips jerk up as I take him in as far as I can, relishing the salty flavor of his pre-cum on my tongue.
I move my hand and mouth in tandem, swallowing him up and then dragging my tongue along his knobby shaft.
His hands land on my head as he groans, clearly trying to hold in his sounds.
“Let us hear you, Papa,” Vizarios croons, his hand skating down my back to my ass as I continue sucking on Ragnakor.
Obediently, our captain’s heavy grunts morph into moans, and I reach beneath his cock to massage his balls.
They’re absolutely huge, and my used pussy contracts as I suck him harder, more feverishly, until he’s shaking underneath me and muttering my name like a prayer.
When he finally comes, it fills my mouth, and as hard as I try to swallow it, it still spills out and down my lips. Ragnakor is panting heavily, blankets clutched in his hands. He watches me with wide-eyed wonder as I sit up, wiping him off my lips.
At last, we rise to greet the day.
“Will you move in here, my queen?” Vizarios asks, nuzzling my cheek as he cinches his belt. “Come live in my quarters with me, so I may sleep next to you every night?”
My face heats at the suggestion. I never thought he would ask me such a question, and a bright flame lights in my chest that he would want to share his space with me.
“Yes.” I rise onto my toes to kiss his cheek. “I’ll have Zephala start packing my things.”
Vizarios turns to Ragnakor, a lecherous expression on his face. “And you. Perhaps I should commission a larger bed for us.”
And then we part for the day, and I’m surprised to find Quillion waiting outside. His expression gives nothing away, but his eyes twinkle.
I wobble on my legs as I head back to my old quarters, where Zephala is already there waiting with a smirk on her face.
“How did it go?” she asks.
“Let’s get breakfast with Ari, and I’ll tell you everything.”
RAGNAKOR
The queen’s mouth was absolutely divine. I can’t help fantasizing about what it would be like to slide my cock into her the way Vizarios did.
Would she writhe and cry out the same way? Would I even fit? Just the suggestion, the mere thought of it, sends a ripple of anticipation down my spine.
My king works for most of the day, surprisingly focused, while my mind wanders elsewhere. Rarely do I spend my work time fantasizing and daydreaming, but today, all I can think about is last night—and how wonderful it was to finally rest with Nissia and Vizarios in my arms.
That is what I need. That is what I want. Can I possibly have it? We said nice words to one another last night, but will the kingdom accept us?
I’m stuck on this problem for the majority of the day, until the late afternoon, when Vizarios abruptly stands.
“I will not miss dinner with my wife tonight,” he says resolutely, gesturing for me to follow him as we leave Syzari behind. She has a big grin on her face as she waves goodbye.
I nod in agreement. It will be my greatest pleasure to see her.
Nissia is already at the smaller table with Ari sitting beside her, and Daina in her spot on the floor by the wall.
The women are chatting amiably as we enter, but the moment Nissia spots us, she jumps to her feet.
Boldly, she rises to her tiptoes and kisses Vizarios on the cheek, and then moves to do the same to me.
I stand stock-still as she plants her lips as high as she can reach, and then scurries back to finish eating.
“Come, sit. Two more joining us!” Ari calls into the kitchen, as if she’s lived here her whole life.
When I remain standing at the doorway in my usual position, Nissia shoots me a dirty look.
“Come, sit, Captain,” she says. “Quillion is already doing your job. You can relax.”
Uneasily, I glance at the other guard, who simply nods in agreement. I wonder how much he knows already, given he spends all day with the queen and Ari.
It is strange to sit at the table instead of watching over it, but I soon get lost in the conversation. Nissia is asking about the next festival, which she’s heard rumor of. Vizarios explains that the two of them will be present, as king and queen, to oversee.
“Dancing, eating, drinking,” he says, tossing back some firewine, “all the things dragons like to do.”
Ari has taken to the firewine much better than Queen Nissia did. She also slugs it. “Sounds like fun!”
“And what is our responsibility?” Nissia asks. I notice she is abstaining from the wine, even when the tame sort is brought out.
“We are meant to sit and look pretty,” Vizarios says gamely. “I can handle the sitting, you can handle the looking pretty.”
Nissia covers her mouth, and Ari cackles.
“I like him,” she says.
I must admit that I like him very much, too, this version of my king, who reminds me far more of the one who existed before his mother’s death. It’s as if his affection for Nissia has rewound time, forcing him to reconnect with what he used to be.
I am happy when dinner is over and the queen invites me to spar.
Afterward, we all visit the hot springs together to get clean, and Vizarios ensures that everyone else has left when we take over.
Before we have even gotten our bodies soaped and rinsed, Nissia is bent over the edge of a pool, Vizarios sliding his cock in and out of her, while I kneel behind him and lick him under the tail.
He empties everything he has to give inside her, and then we bathe some more.
It feels like living in a dream.
VIZARIOS
Time passes in an interesting way when you’re happy. I never considered it before, how time slowed to molasses after my mother died, how every moment felt longer and heavier than the one before it. Now it seems as if each second is as light as a feather, slipping by without me even seeing it.
My wife’s plan has begun. A number of dragon emissaries have traveled to the human lands with the intention of staying until spring, when they will report back—and perhaps bring new immigrants with them. Our hope is that when the wardens are greeted with these recruits, they will soften toward us.
And then, of course, an heir. That would go great lengths toward securing their loyalty for the future, but as the weeks go by, Nissia’s blood returns.
“I’m sorry,” she says to me when she emerges from our new shared bathroom—which is my bathroom, but now it’s also hers and Ragnakor’s, when he sleeps with us. Which isn’t always. I think that the bond between the three of us has not yet fully sealed.
“Why are you apologizing?” I ask over my wine. She holds up a reddened rag.
“I’m still not pregnant.”
It is odd that it’s taken so long, given how often I’ve filled her up with my seed, but I’m not worried yet. I’m content, I think, for the first time in many years.
I make haste to her side, kissing up along her throat and cheek. “There is no need to be sorry. It will happen when it happens.”
“But the wardens—”
“They can choke on a hive of bees,” I say.
Ragnakor chuckles, and he does this far more often than he used to. It’s as if he has developed a sense of humor in the past few weeks.
“Do you need anything?” he asks Nissia. “Are you cramping?”
I didn’t think of that question. Interesting that he understands more about what a female experiences than I do.
Nissia lights up. “Maybe a warm compress?”
He leaves to request one while Nissia finds her way to the bath. I follow her into it, constantly drawn to her. She is like my sun, and Ragnakor my moon. Each of them brings me balance.
But also, I want to fuck them all the time. It doesn’t seem to matter how often I empty my scent glands, they simply fill back up again. At least there is no painful itch, but that’s because I take every opportunity I can.
That night, though, Nissia does not feel up to participating in bedroom activities.
“I hope you are not ashamed,” I say. “I would be happy to get my cock wet in your—”
She holds up her hands. “That’s really all right. I have too many aches and pains. But I’d like to... watch.”
Ragnakor arches a brow at her, then nods in understanding.
Still, our queen is the one who coats my ass in oil, using her fingers to gently push it in, widening me.
When I’m prepared, she lifts my tail and guides Ragnakor into me, stroking my cock as he slowly pushes in deeper.
Once our Papa is firmly seated, she kneels on the bed and kisses me, muffling my moans as Ragnakor fucks me with abandon.
And then more weeks pass. The air is much chillier in the evenings. Nissia has such thin, human skin that I have a new fur coat made for her, and she gushes over it while Ragnakor and I admire her.
And still, no dragonling.
As promised, Ragnakor employs the arms master to teach Nissia the art of throwing a spear. The spear is heavy, and she has to practice for many days in a row before she can properly throw it—but once she’s able to do it the first time, she’s unstoppable.
“I will hunt a moose!” she crows, causing Daina to bark. We have been working together with the hound, too, as she grows older, training her to be obedient and follow smells. She’s a good dog who protects my wife when neither I nor Ragnakor can.
Rumors have spread about the king, the queen, and their captain of the guard. I wonder how far it’s traveled beyond Selvumrrest, whether the distant wardens have heard about our odd arrangement. Will they truly protest, especially when we can’t yet produce an heir?
Worry settles on me the first time I receive a missive about it.
“Merely speculation,” the letter says from my western warden. “An unusual turn of events.”
Though there is no outright judgment, I can feel it through the very letters of the note, and for the first time, I start to feel dread.