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“Do that,” I say in an authoritative voice. I don’t knowwhere that came from. “Savor him. And then deny him release.”

Vizarios whines.

“As you wish.” Ragnakor gestures to the table. “Bring out the oil.”

I can’t help but do as he says, as if I’m also one of his puppets. I fetch the same jar they used last time and bring it over.

“Open it,” Ragnakor says, so I do. “Dip your fingers inside. Get them good and coated.”

Again, I obey. Ragnakor draws the king’s tail up once more, exposing his asshole to both of us.

“What will you have her do?” asks Vizarios, his voice hitching.

Ignoring him, Ragnakor turns to me. “My queen, put the oil on me.”

I know what he intends now. Nodding, I slather his cock in oil, and I marvel again at the sheer size of him. I wonder what that would feel like... insideme?

Thinking about this, I stroke him once, and then again to coat his soft nubs in shining oil, from the head to the base. Ragnakor shudders, and his cock twitches in my hand.

“N-next,” he manages, “more oil. Put it on our little king. Get him good and wet for me, please.”

I can’t believe I’m doing this. It’s as if someone else is in control of my body as I dip my fingers into the jar, then bring them to the tight hole at the base of Vizarios’s tail. I smear my fingers all around it. Then, boldly, I push one inside him, and his body lurches forward as he whimpers.

Instantly, Ragnakor tightens his grip on the king, holding him in place. “Yes, get him ready.”

I squeeze my finger in deeper, spreading the oil around, and my husband’s ass parts slowly for me.

“Oh!” Vizarios cries.

“What do you want, little king?” Ragnakor asks. “Tell us.”

The king sounds choked. “M-more.”

I’ve never imagined myself doing something like this, and yet now all I can think about is how badly I need to touch myself.

At last, Ragnakor says to me, “Thank you. He’s ready.”

I step aside as the captain positions himself behind Vizarios and guides the pointed tip of his cock to the pulsing opening between those cream-colored ass cheeks. Vizarios lets out another cry as the captain pushes in, spreading him, demanding he open and swallow him up.

And I am mesmerized.

Chapter Twenty-Three

RAGNAKOR

Oh, is it going to be hard for me to do what the queen asked. After her little hands stroked me, I was already surprisingly close to breaking. It wouldn’t take much of being squeezed that way to finish.

But I need to do it inside my king.

He’s so unbelievably tight, that ring of muscle resisting me at first. I work in slowly, testing the waters and pulling back, both letting him get used to me and riling him up for what’s to come.

I may be rough with him, but I love him, and I would never hurt him.

The queen backs away, her fresh, clean hand sliding under her robes.

“Get on the bed,” I tell her, more brusquely than I intended. But keeping myself steady without plunging into Vizarios is testing my self-control. “I want to watch you touch yourself, my queen.”

She gasps, and I love that sound. Vizarios, too, watches asNissia climbs up onto the mattress near him and shyly spreads her thighs only a few inches apart. I long to see what’s under those robes, so I eagerly press deeper into my king’s perfect ass. He moans as I urge him open, then pause, waiting for him to accept me.