Page 61 of In the Embrace of Dragons

“Please.” His answer is immediate, his voice choked. Again, he twitches under our hands. “Please, touch me.”

Swallowing hard, my queen turns back to his cock like it’s a snake that might bite her. But then I notice her thighs rubbing together, and I can smell how turned on she is.

Good. She is nervous but aroused.

I draw her palms down his length, over the swell, and then back up to the head. He’s glistening at the tip, so while she’s stroking him, I lean forward to lick. Nissia’s sharp gasp pleases me as I continue pumping her hands, and Ragnakor releases a hiss.

“Let us hear you,” I call to him. “Tell us what you want, Papa.”

When I look up, Ragnakor is staring down at me with narrowed eyes. I think he understands what I am saying—I hope he does.

“Is that it?” Ragnakor says as Nissia continues to stroke him. “You want me to tell you what to do, little king?”

That sends a sharp burst of pleasure straight down to my balls.

“Yes,” I whisper back. “Tell us what to do.”

“Then lick.” He uncurls one hand and places it on my head, pushing me closer to his cock.

I do as I’m told, my tongue darting out to tease his tip. I don’t need to hold Nissia’s hands anymore to keep her moving—no, she’s stroking Ragnakor on her own now, her eyes riveted to the heavy thing in her grasp.

I encircle his head with my mouth, being careful of my fangs. While I lavish attention on Ragnakor, though, I skim a hand down Nissia’s side, not venturing any farther but making sure to maintain physical contact. We are doing this together—showing Ragnakor pleasure as one.

She leans into me, which is its own reward.

Soon we are working in tandem, my head bobbing down when she reaches his thick root, then withdrawing him from my mouth when her fingers envelop the head. Ragnakor is grunting now, so close to his finish, when abruptly, he pulls away from us.

“On the bed, little king,” he snaps at me roughly, and my cock responds under my robe. “Take your clothes off.”

Nissia watches from her place on her knees, still holding onto Ragnakor, as I rise to my feet. I take off one side of the robe, then the other, before unbuckling my belt and setting it all on the floor. Then I climb up onto the bed, ready for whatever my captain has planned for me.

“My queen,” Ragnakor says, taking her hand in his and pulling her up to her feet.

“What is it?” she asks, peering up at him under her lashes. “What would you like me to do?”

NISSIA

This is all very interesting to me for many different reasons.

I like what Ragnakor becomes in here, in this room with the closed door. I like how he is in control of Vizarios, as if the king is a puppet on his strings. The captain has no qualms with raising his voice, with telling Vizarios what to do and how to do it.

And Iwantto be one of his puppets. I’m excited to find out what Ragnakor requires of me. Whatever it is, it would be good. It would be safe.

“My queen,” he says again as I stand in front of him, looking up into his yellow eyes. “I do believe... that the king has done you a disservice.”

That’s not what I expected him to say. I glance at Vizarios, who is clearly taken aback by it, too.

“Isn’t that right?” Ragnakor presses, still staring into my eyes. “When he ignored you? When he insulted you?”

Vizarios watches from the bed but does not fight the accusations.

“Y-yes,” I manage. “I suppose he has done all this.”

Ragnakor nods in understanding. Then he brings one of his huge, clawed hands to my face, where he cups my chin. “Will you do what I ask, my queen?”

I blink dumbly. I would do most anything that the captain told me to do.

“Yes.”