Chapter 35
Chapter Thirty-Five
VIZARIOS
After a few months have passed, the healer confirms what we already suspected: that Ragnakor’s seed took. I know what he fears—that the wardens will refuse this heir—but as soon as news travels that the queen is pregnant, there are celebrations all over the kingdom.
She is rather grumpy about the situation, and understandably so. She complains often that she’s having trouble thinking straight, and her mood rises and falls with the tides. She’s hungry all the time, but none of the foods we have on offer sate her needs.
At last, the spring sun warms the snow, and the delegation returns—and with them, an entire caravan of humans.
“There’s hundreds of them!” Nissia says with wonder as they filter up the mountainside, into the city. “What will we do with everyone?”
“The wardens have already made their requests. We will offer different types of work and different locations, and each can choose where they would like to go.”
She seems impressed. “That’s very fair.”
And so, our new immigrants are given their reward in coin for making the long journey and then sent out across the kingdom to fill what needs must be filled.
It’s not long before the wardens are sending me letters, thanking me as if I had anything to do with it.
I ensure to reply, crediting my wife and advisor with the idea and the execution.
Then other things begin to change. Nissia’s belly swells, and her breasts do, too. She grumps that her back hurts and so do her feet, and we attend to her with massages and warm compresses while our dragonling grows bigger inside her.
What I find most fascinating is that the rounder she gets, the more Nissia needs our attentions. She is demanding and adorably selfish, craving one of our cocks inside her every night.
She is the one who suggests that we both try to fit at once. The idea is marvelously enticing, as neither Ragnakor nor I had considered making use of her ass before.
“I have two,” she says brightly. “Might as well.”
We agree that Ragnakor ought to use her well-trained cunt, as he is larger, and then we will work her up to taking me in her perfect, plump rear.
And fuck, it turns out there is nothing so good as you and your husband’s cocks fitting inside your pregnant wife.
First, she sits astride Ragnakor’s lap, speared on him.
Though we have opened her and stretched her, she has never squeezed both of us inside her until now.
I am gentle as I slather my cock in oil and press the tip to her puckered hole.
She gasps at just this hint, and I hold her hips steady as I push into her slowly.
“Oh!” Nissia jolts at this invasion. Ragnakor slows his thrusts as I remain shallow, testing her.
“How are you doing, my queen?” I ask, and her ass flexes around me.
“G-g-good,” she manages. “More, please.”
So I give it to her. Gently I sink in farther, watching more of my cock vanish into her tight hole. She cries out, and I make sure to add more oil when I withdraw and then return to her.
“Now,” Ragnakor says, playing with her breasts, “I hope you’re ready to take us both.”
Together, we lift her, then draw her back down onto our cocks. Nissia squeals, and her body tightens marvelously around me. It will not take much, I don’t think.
We pry two climaxes out of her before I can’t hold on any longer. I eject everything, pulling out so I can paint my wife’s pretty ass with my spend. Ragnakor pumps her pussy full, and we all collapse to the bed, panting.
“How did you like that?” I ask Nissia, gathering her up in my arms.
She shivers all over. “It was transcendent.”
But then, before long, she starts to feel unwell. The healer prescribes bed rest, and worst of all, no sexual activity of any kind.
“We need to make sure the dragonling reaches full gestation before she gives birth,” he advises us. “I worry her body may try to do it too soon.”
And so, Nissia is forced to merely watch as our Papa fucks me with abandon, sometimes joining us to lick my cock and squeeze our balls. She lubes up one of our smaller phalluses and presses it inside Ragnakor while he takes me. We are most creative under duress.
Sometimes, though, we simply lie together, my palm resting on Nissia’s big belly, Ragnakor’s arm under her head. We all feel the dragonling move, shifting inside her.
“Oh, see?” she says, grabbing both our hands. “It’s kicking!”
“I hope it isn’t taking such drastic measures,” says Ragnakor in a serious tone. I snort, and once more, the dragonling moves.
“Very active little critter,” I say, adjusting myself so I can put one ear to Nissia’s belly. I hear the faintest thrum of a heartbeat. “Just like their mother.”
She pouts. “Not lately. I feel stiff all over and I’m sick of lying in bed.”
We do the best we can for her, but it will all have to be put on hold until the dragonling comes.
It is a long two months until one day, my footman comes frantically knocking while I’m working with Syzari.
“The queen,” he wheezes. “You have to come.”
I know right then what’s happening. I sprint from the room, Ragnakor following close behind. When we reach our quarters, I hear Nissia cry out behind the door, and the captain nearly breaks it down trying to get inside.
She is already in the throes of birth, which is far faster than any of us anticipated.
“I thought there was supposed to be hours and hours of labor,” she says, interrupting herself with another cry of pain.
The healer, who has been staying in the castle of late, comes running. We cover the bed in towels and Nissia is laid upon them, while Ari comes in to sit beside her and hold her hand.
Ragnakor puts an arm around me, and it’s only then I realize I’ve been trembling.
“She will be all right,” he murmurs in my ear. “Don’t worry.”
But I can’t help it.
RAGNAKOR
There is nothing I can do, and that is the worst feeling I have ever experienced.
Even now, Ari is the one at Nissia’s side, coaching her and speaking quietly to her. Vizarios and I stand there watching, clutching each other as her cries of pain rise. We had all expected this process to go much more slowly, to draw out over many hours.
“You are fully dilated,” the healer tells her. “I need you to push as hard as you can.”
Nissia sobs and screams as she does what she’s told. I hold Vizarios’s hand so tight I worry I might just pull it off.
We wait, and our wife cries out her misery, until we see it—our dragonling’s head poking out.
“Push harder!” the healer demands, and she moans in agony.
Then, it’s over. The dragonling’s small body falls free, and the healer draws it away, quickly cutting the cord that connects them. Its small mouth opens, and a monstrous wail comes out, filling the entire room.
They’re here, at last.
Ari steps aside as Vizarios and I fall to our knees at the side of the bed, eager to see. The healer deposits our new infant in Nissia’s waiting arms.
“It is a male,” he says. Then he shows our wife how to bring the infant to her nipple and latch.
I don’t notice when the healer and Ari both leave, as fixed as my attention is on Nissia and our new offspring. We are silent as we lie on the bed to either side of her, watching while the dragonling sucks.
He is a light rust-red, like I was when I was younger. He has no horns on his head yet, but I imagine they will grow in to look like mine, too. It is fascinating to see, and I curl an arm around Nissia’s back, and Vizarios grins at me over the top of her head.
Alzar, we decide to call him. Alzar, the fruit of our hearts.
When the dragonling is presented to the kingdom... there are whispers of his resemblance to me, how his scales are rusty orange like mine. But regardless of who sired him, he is now royalty and always will be.
The queen’s plan to draw humans to our kingdom has succeeded, and her kind and generous nature has already earned her much goodwill.
The wardens are all happy to travel to receive the new heir.
There is a big celebration that encompasses the entire city of Selvumrrest, which results in the dragonling wailing from all the noise.
Everyone brings gifts we don’t need, but at least I know that our child is safe and accepted here.
When I leave the celebration with Alzar in my arms, he falls quiet again, turning his head into my chest. Outside the castle there is a swing that hangs from a tree, and I sit in it with our infant, rocking him in time with the gentle swings.
Eventually, he falls asleep that way, and I lean down to kiss his head.
I don’t know how I ended up so lucky.
NISSIA
Daina follows me, the loyal hound that she is, as I sneak out of the grand celebration.
Vizarios can do the socializing, but I need a break from it—and I want to know where Ragnakor went with the baby.
I haven’t fed him in some hours, and my breasts are heavy with milk.
It’s strange that I need to feed him just as much as he needs to eat.
I find my captain sitting alone, with only Alzar for company in the crook of his arm. I sit beside him on the wooden bench swing, and he lifts his head to smile at me.
He smiles far more often now.
When I reach for the baby, Ragnakor holds onto him. “He just fell asleep,” he whispers. “It feels like he hasn’t slept in weeks.”
I cover my laugh before I can wake Alzar. He’s not wrong. The baby does like to wail at all hours of the night, insisting on my attention. Sometimes I’m quite annoyed that neither of my husbands can breastfeed.
So I sit quietly beside him, winding my arm around his. It’s early fall again, so it’s chillier at night. Leaning my head against his shoulder, I watch the sky as stars appear.
“I’m nervous about Dad and Roylan coming to visit,” I say after a time, keeping my voice quiet. “I don’t know how much they know yet.”
“You haven’t told them?”
“We haven’t exchanged letters in ages.” I can’t help the sense of hurt. “I was surprised when they said they were coming. I thought they stopped caring about me.”
Ragnakor rubs my back. “That will be an interesting surprise for them,” he says with a faint chuckle.
“It’s not as if there’s anything they can do about it now.”
Ragnakor’s arm slides around my back and we sit in silence together, enjoying one another’s company. That is, until Alzar abruptly wakes up and starts crying.
I open my robe and bring him to my breast, relieved when he starts sucking. Ragnakor watches with a familiar softness in his eyes, his hand stroking my back.
“I thought I might find you two out here,” comes Vizarios’s voice.
I glance up to find him striding toward us, and Daina leaps to her feet to run in circles around his legs as he approaches.
There’s not enough room on the swing for him, so he kneels in front of me and reaches out to stroke Alzar’s head.
“A lot of excitement for one night,” he says softly. “He’ll be ready for bed soon.”
A spark alights in my abdomen. I know what that means.
When Alzar is finished, we all return to our quarters together. Zephala has been tidying up, and when we appear, she sweeps the baby out of my arms.
“I’ll watch him for a while,” she says with a wink. “Ari loves getting to spend time with the dragonling.”
My handmaidens have gotten quite close since Ari arrived. The two of them even share rooms now. I’m not quite sure what they get up to behind closed doors, since neither of them will talk about it yet, but I have an idea.
Finally, the three of us are left to ourselves. I am anxious without the baby around, but then Vizarios brings me into his lap on the bed, folding his legs to hold me better. His arms wrap around my middle, and then he drags a hand up over one of my tender nipples.
“You feed Alzar so well,” he says, lowering his snout to breathe against my neck. “Doesn’t she, Papa?”
Ragnakor nods as he removes his boots. “He is a happy dragonling, I believe.” Then he takes off his jerkin, revealing his scarred chest to me. That spark from before sets fire to the tinder, and I reflexively reach toward him.
It’s easy for our Papa to bring us both into his arms, where he cradles us. There, Vizarios kisses me hard, clutching my jaw in his clawed hand. We don’t get the opportunity to be naked together as often since Alzar was born, and I think he’s feeling it.
I rest against Ragnakor’s chest as Vizarios opens my robe, exposing me to him.
He licks my breasts, moaning when a dribble of milk comes out.
Then he keeps going, kissing down my belly, which has changed shape since I gave birth.
He nuzzles the lines that now reside there while he pushes my legs apart.
Ragnakor’s cock is growing thicker under my ass, but he simply observes as Vizarios buries his face between my thighs.
He knows exactly how to make me sing, how to make me cry out his name, and he abuses his power relentlessly. When I’m good and wet, he crouches over me and his cock slides home.
I grip Vizarios’s horns as he has his way with me, those familiar knobs all along him working their magic. Soon, I’m close, and he fucks me harder as I cry out louder and louder.
“Get on top of him,” I hear Ragnakor say. Vizarios nods eagerly, and we flip over so I’m astride his cock. Then Ragnakor climbs up behind me, trapping me between them. Crouching over both of us, he reaches for the bedside table and withdraws the oil.
“I’m going to fuck you, little king,” he murmurs, “while you’re inside our wife.”
Vizarios grunts in anticipation as Ragnakor slicks himself up. I lean forward to make space, and Vizarios’s cock jerks inside me as our Papa spreads his legs wider, positioning himself.
“Ah!” My king trembles underneath me as Ragnakor enters him. I lift myself up, then sink back down, earning another cry. We fuck Vizarios together, his claws grasping the bed helplessly.
At last, when all three of us are sated, we visit the hot springs to clean up. I’m so tired after the day’s festivities that I fall asleep while Vizarios washes me, and I only awaken when Ragnakor carries me back to bed.
There, I curl up between them and fall into soft, warm dreams.
THANK YOU FOR READING!
I hope you enjoyed Nissia, Vizarios, and Ragnakor’s story.