Chapter 33
Chapter Thirty-Three
VIZARIOS
Oh, am I more than willing to assist.
“Tell me what to do,” I say.
Ragnakor puts his arm around Nissia, guiding her to the bedroom we all now share.
“I am not sure that I will... fit,” he begins. “So I need you to warm her up for me. Get her cunt good and open.”
Nissia clutches his arm tighter in anticipation.
I nod in understanding, then remove my own belt and robe.
I nod to the bed, and obediently, Nissia climbs onto it.
She lies back, her legs already spread, her lips turned up in a bright smile.
I love how eager she is, how lusty and desiring of affection.
“My little wife,” I murmur as I crawl across the bed toward her.
I snatch her rear in my claws and tilt her up so I can bury my mouth in her cunt.
She inhales sharply as I drag my tongue over her clit, then stuff it inside her, curling it to brush the tip along her inner wall.
Her hips jerk up, and I lick her faster, harder, making sure she’s wet and dripping.
“Ah, I’m going to—” she begins, but she’s cut off by her own cry as she climaxes. I love how sensitive she is, how easily she comes apart.
While she’s still swollen and tight, I drop her back to the bed and ready myself. I take this duty seriously because I know personally just how large our Papa is. I have been trained, but Nissia is small and only has experience taking someone my size.
Already, my cock is eagerly at attention, the head coated in my pre-cum. I rub it all over her, smearing her sweet release and mine around. Then she’s ready for me.
Sinking into my queen is so blissful, and she welcomes me in like I’m home again. I take care to stay shallow at first, stretching and opening her. Though she is accustomed to my cock, I want to go slow so that she is as prepared as possible.
Nissia clutches my shoulders as I crouch over her, sliding in and out in a regular, smooth rhythm. I delve deeper with every thrust, and she’s already shaking and moaning underneath me.
“Make sure you come inside her,” Ragnakor whispers over my shoulder, and I didn’t realize he was behind me until he runs his hands down my back, over my tail and ass. “Fill her up so she’s good and soaked.”
Our queen responds, her fingers digging into my hide as I pump my hips faster. Soon, it’s all I can do not to let off. Knowing that Ragnakor will finish what I started, I don’t fight it, and I roar her name as I bury myself deep inside her.
Nissia moans as I set myself free, spurting again and again. Finally, I’m spent, and she’s trembling underneath me with her need.
Gently, I pull free of her, releasing a torrent of my spend. I glance up at Ragnakor and nod.
“Good work, little king,” he says, his hand whispering along my cheek. He kisses me, and then I move aside to let him in.
Nissia gets up as if to turn over onto her hands and knees, but Ragnakor stops her.
“I want to look at you, my queen,” he says, squeezing the flesh of her thighs so it bulges. She gasps and writhes, still mightily aroused.
“Please,” she whimpers, reaching for him. He weaves his fingers together with hers and leans forward so he can kiss her.
Then I sit back, ready to watch the best show of my life.
NISSIA
Our Papa is... a large dragon. I have always been aware of it, but not until right now, with his big, rust-colored body wedged between my legs and his immense cock pointing toward me, have I thought about how it might be difficult for us to fit together.
Which only makes the throbbing in my pussy more unbearable. I got so close while Vizarios was inside me that now, I crave only to be filled and then fucked.
“We will go slow,” Ragnakor says to me, the pads of his fingers dipping to my clit and then rubbing back and forth.
I’m already so sensitive and high on sex that I moan, my back arching into him.
He doesn’t stop touching me as he shoves his cock down, and I feel the pointed head glide over me.
I’m drenched, as Vizarios promised, and Ragnakor lathers himself up in it.
And then, I feel him prod at my opening. I try to close my eyes in anticipation, but he pauses and rubs my cheek.
“Eyes open, my queen. I want to see your face when I’m inside you.”
My whole body sizzles as I look up into his face, with the broad, rounded snout and curled horns, those yellow eyes that speak so much. I whine, wriggling my hips in the hope he’ll finally give me what I want, what I need.
He smiles a rare, gentle smile, and with painful slowness, he eases inside me.
Immediately, I’m hit by the stretch. It’s not uncomfortable, but he is certainly larger than my husband—though he has only pushed in a fraction of what he’s capable of.
Again, Ragnakor thumbs over my clit, moving his cock in short, stuttered motions to widen me for him.
With how close Vizarios took me to the edge...
I crack immediately. My body seizes, and pleasure races down my spine in a torrent. I cry out and clutch his shoulders, fracturing at the power of my orgasm.
“Good,” Papa murmurs to me, not stopping for a moment even as my pinnacle consumes me. “You’re such a good wife. So eager for my cock.”
He pushes in deeper, and I spasm again, so tight and swollen that he feels immense, impossibly large. Surely he won’t fit.
Then Vizarios appears at my side. He wipes sweat from my forehead and caresses one of my breasts.
“You can take him,” he assures me, leaning down to kiss my cheek. “Open up for your Papa.”
I nod hastily, too intoxicated with sex to speak.
Once more Ragnakor withdraws, then glides back in, filling me even more.
There’s an indecent sound as Vizarios’s seed is forced out, and it drips down, coating my ass.
Now there’s almost more inside me than I can bear, and yet I still want more, still need more.
I must have him, all of him, and I reach around Ragnakor’s neck because I have to feel him close to me.
“Oh, my queen,” he mutters, his own eyes half-lidded as he reels his hips back, then squeezes even more of himself inside me.
It’s unbelievable, the texture of his nubs all along my channel.
“You are so beautiful, your cunt so perfect. And when our dragonling is growing inside you...” He grunts with pleasure as he manages to make his way even farther in, and I’m widening for him, allowing him through. I can’t bear it, and yet I do.
“Ah, Papa!” I cling on to him, burying my nose in his throat as he bundles me up tight in his arms. He moves faster now, pulling out and then shoving himself back in, filling me almost to the point of bursting.
“Yes,” he growls to me. “All of my cock. All of my seed.” I have never heard him speak so much during sex as he is now, but something has come over him, something feral. “I’m going to put so much of it inside you until your belly is full with us.”
I moan at his words, clenching him tight, holding him so close it’s as if we may become a single entity.
We move in tandem, my legs wrapped around his broad hips as he plunges into me over and over.
Soon I’m crying, writhing, my back arching as Ragnakor shoves himself as far in as he can.
He groans as I start ascending, creeping up the mountainside toward my wild finale.
“Fall apart, my love,” he says into my ear. “Sing for me.”
RAGNAKOR
Now that I have experienced Nissia’s cunt, I will never give it up.
And the sheer bliss on her face, the way her mouth falls open to expose her white teeth and pink tongue, is unlike any sight I’ve ever seen.
She is so beautiful, so perfect for us, and molds so neatly into my arms that the world could end now and I would be happy that I experienced this, her joyous squeezing, her arms wrapped tight around my neck as she holds onto me.
I am drowning in her, but I need to hold off. I need to keep a grip on my control.
“Papa!” she screams as I slam myself into her, relishing her warmth, her slickness. Her voice climbs higher in pitch, and I move faster, my self-restraint fraying at the edges. “Please, oh, Papa, oh, I—”
Abruptly, she falls silent, and her eyes grow enormous as quite suddenly, her cunt clamps down. It is immense, the power of her climax, and I roar as I continue pounding into her. At last, the final thread snaps, and a tortured groan is wrenched from my mouth as I break.
I pitch forward, my entire being vibrating with the power of my eruption.
Nissia’s nails bite into my hide, and her eyes connect with mine as I shoot my seed inside her, coating her.
Again I pump my hips, because I need to get it all as deep as I can, and even more gushes out.
At last, her voice returns, and my queen moans raggedly as I finally stop, buried as deep inside her as I can be.
Then, a hand squeezes my balls, and I nearly orgasm again.
“Give it all to her,” Vizarios murmurs in my ear as he massages them. My cock pulses as it squirts even more until I know I have nothing left to give.
I manage to keep from collapsing with just one hand underneath me, and I shudder as aftershocks of my finish ripple through me. Nissia gazes up at me, nothing but love on her face as she strokes one of my horns.
“Thank you,” she whispers, lifting her head to brush the tip of her nose over mine. I bundle her up close, nuzzling her all over.
“Well, if that doesn’t do it, I don’t know what will,” Vizarios says brightly. He lies down on the bed beside us, and Nissia turns her head, awaiting her kiss. He gives it to her before he bestows one on me, too.
At long last, I work my cock free, and Nissia whimpers. I cup my palm over her pussy, which is puffy and used, gaping and dripping with me, to stop any more from spilling out.
“Like this,” Vizarios says to me, lifting Nissia’s hips. “Keep any from going to waste, right, my queen?”
She nods in agreement, letting me adjust her in my lap so my seed will all stream down into her womb, where it belongs.
Where it belongs.
I grab Vizarios and pull him against me, and he lets out a surprised sound as I clutch him close. I will never let either of them out of my sight again.