Page 34 of In the Embrace of Dragons

Vizarios’s back arches, and he lets out a sound that makes me wonder if he’s in pain. But Ragnakor doesn’t relent, his expression now intent and severe, dominant in a way that’s shocking. He pushes Vizarios back down to the bed as he guides his cock in deeper, spreading Vizarios’s legs wider.

“Open for me, little king,” Ragnakor growls, withdrawing just a fraction so he can thrust in a second time. Vizarios moans, and even more of his seed dribbles from the tip of his cock as Ragnakor invades farther.

I can’t help it any longer. I’m wearing pants, so I slide my hand inside them, where I find myself dripping wet. I drag one finger over my clit there as I watch.

“Oh, Rag, it’s so big,” Vizarios whines, his ass lifting off the bed even higher.

“Don’t worry. It will fit.” With a grunt, Ragnakor slides out, then pours more liquid from the jar and smears it everywhere between them. Then he pushes in, harder this time, and Vizarios lets out a cry. After a few more shallow thrusts, Ragnakor’s teeth grit together, and he shoves himself in up to the hilt.

Vizarios’s whole body bucks as he takes his captain all theway. My hand is moving faster against my clit of its own accord, and I’m steadily getting wetter the longer I watch. Ragnakor roars as he reels his hips back, and with a slurping sound, his cock slides out. Then he snaps forward, burying himself again. When Vizarios reaches up for him, the captain pushes the king back down with one hand around his throat. Vizarios’s eyes go wide, and his entire body shudders in pleasure.

“Ah, fuck me, Papa!” he cries out, voice strangled.

I think Vizarios likes being treated this way, like a creature to be used. Something about Ragnakor’s change, about his new, authoritative presence, the way he relentlessly dominates my husband, is turning me on.

What would it feel like to be Vizarios, to be owned in such a way? Then I wonder: what would Ragnakor feel like insideme?

As if he can hear my thoughts, Ragnakor turns his head in my direction, pushing Vizarios down harder as he thrusts again. His yellow eyes are practically glowing underneath his heavy brow as he plunders his king over and over, his piercing stare not leaving my face. His lip curls, revealing sharp teeth, and it feels like he’s seeing into my soul as he sinks his cock into Vizarios.

My hand is speeding up, my body aching to release.

Then the king’s spine goes tight as a string, and he lets out a shout. Ragnakor plunges into him again, and viscous fluid shoots from the tip of Vizarios’s cock, painting both their bellies white. Vizarios moans in what could almost be mistaken for agony as his cock spurts a second time, then a third.

Ragnakor roars like a beast, slamming himself in one more time, and his muscles tighten all over his body. I’m coming myself now, taken by surprise, and I moan as it courses through me.

Both of them turn to look at me, and I slowly withdraw my hand from my pants.

“Goodness,” I say, looking down at how wet I am. “You are both beautiful.”

RAGNAKOR

I can’t believe I just did that. In front of the queen. And she touched herself the entire time, until she met her finish at the same moment I did.

Vizarios, my Vizarios, is panting heavily underneath me, both of us covered in his spend. Mine is deep inside his pulsing heat, my cock viciously squeezed by his perfect, throbbing ass. His scent glands released all over me, and mine all over him, and the aroma of us mixed up together is almost making me hard again.

This did not happen last time I fucked him. This is new, but I’m suddenly too exhausted to think that hard about it.

I fall onto the bed on top of Vizarios, letting his legs drop back to the blankets. My king moans as the motion moves my cock inside him. Slowly, I work myself out, taking care with how sensitive he is. His hole is gaping from where I ravished him, my seed dripping copiously, and though reality is rushing back in quickly, I have to marvel at how handsome he is with his chest heaving.

I just fucked the daylights out of the king in front of the queen’s eyes. For a moment, while I was inside him and watching her touch herself, my imagination flicked to what it would be like insideher.

But I could never have that. No, I am lucky enough for this one moment in time with the dragon I’ve loved for so many years. I couldn’t possibly be so greedy.

Leaving Vizarios where he lies, I step out of the sleeping quarters and head for the washroom, before returning with a towel and a bowl of water. Vizarios relaxes as I clean him, and then myself, before my eyes dart over to where the queen is still sitting. She’s laced her pants back up, and now she’s observing us.

“I suppose I ought to go to bed,” she says uncertainly, getting up from her seat along the wall. She straightens her pants and walks to the door.

“Nissia.”

She and I are both surprised at the sound of her name in Vizarios’s voice. He sits up on the bed, and almost imperceptibly, he nods at her.

“Thank you,” he says. “For... letting me have this.”

To my surprise, her shoulders droop, and she turns away from us.

“It’s not my gift to give.” She pauses on the threshold. “All I ask is... that you not go behind my back. Please.”

The note of desperation in her tone worries me.