Page 71 of In the Embrace of Dragons

I’m quick to take up the rear as my king and queen push in their chairs. Nissia kisses her puppy goodbye, and Ari lifts Daina into her lap, clearly taking custody of the creature for the night.

Then we’re off, out of the dining room and down the hall, both of my charges walking quite fast. Vizarios pauses outside his own rooms, but Nissia tugs him along.

“My quarters,” she says, her tone brooking no argument. Vizarios shoots her a wide-eyed look as they head down the hall and around the corner.

When Nissia pushes the door open to her own rooms, I hear Zephala squeal inside. Quickly, she exits, smiling as she passes me. I get a feeling she knows everything.

I station myself at the door, waiting for it to close behind them, but it remains open. Nissia leans through.

“Captain?” she asks. “Aren’t you coming?”

I frown at her. “This is your time, Your Majesty. With the king. Your husband.”

All she does is pout. “That’s not fair.”

“Fair?” I am not sure whatfairhas to do with it.

“I need you there.” She reaches out and curls her hand around mine, and she is trembling ever so slightly. “I need... Papa there.”

She has never used this word before. Thanks to it, though, I understand. She wants a protector. Guidance. She still feels uncertain with Vizarios—and she seeks certainty with me.

I run a hand over her hair, down her back, providing the best assurance I can. “All right, my queen.”

When I step inside, Nissia is already heading toward thebedroom, shedding the scarf she wore at dinner, and then her belt. By the time we’re all inside, she is naked underneath her light-colored robe and it hangs open, clinging to her dark nipples and baring almost everything else to us.

Vizarios stands in the doorway as she seats herself on the bed. He has an expression on his face like now that he’s here, he’s not sure what to do with her.

I give him a gentle push on the shoulder. “Your queen is waiting for you.”

Finally, he steps inside and I follow him, guiding him to her by the elbow. When Vizarios stands in front of the bed, I reach around him to unclip his belt, then take it off. I pull one side of his robe off his shoulder, and then the other side, letting it fall into a pool at his feet.

The king stands there with his cock proudly jutting out, his chest expanding and contracting with his shallow breaths. He stares at Nissia like she’s the only thing in the world, and when she smiles shyly, his hand curls into a fist and he takes a sure, heavy step toward her. He pushes a ringlet of her hair away from her face, then leans down to kiss her.

It is strange, I’ll admit, to watch a human and a dragon kiss. Our bodies are so different, and yet without too much time, they figure it out. As their lips meld together, Vizarios drags a claw down Nissia’s chest, over her nipple, and she lets out a breathy gasp against his mouth. I am so entranced by watching them, I don’t notice my king’s hand reaching out for me.

“Papa,” he says as he pulls away from their kiss.

I take his hand and he brings me in. Instead of getting between them, I slide behind Vizarios, standing half a head taller as I surround him with my arms. I can’t help dragging my claws down his front to his cock, where I wrap one hand around it.

Vizarios grunts and his ministrations on the queen halt.

“Tease her,” I tell him, stroking upward. “And I’ll reward you.”

He does as he’s told, playing with her other nipple now as he retakes her mouth. His hips cant into my hand, and I grind against his tail, which hangs down between my legs. As he grows slick and shiny in my palm, I slow my movements.

“Now,” I murmur into Vizarios’s ear, “I want you to lick her between the legs. Get her good and ready.”

He nods furiously in agreement, his cock twitching in my hand. “Yes, Papa.”

“Get on the bed and lie back, my queen.”

She does it immediately and without question. I release Vizarios and he climbs up on top of her, his hungry cock dripping at the tip. He peppers kisses down her bare breasts, pushing her robe aside as he goes, and I admire the way he moves with such tenderness, such devotion. When he reaches the apex of her thighs, I approach the bed.

“Open your legs,” I tell Nissia, climbing onto it beside them, still wearing my full armor. I do not need to be bare to do my job here. I run a hand down her thigh and reflexively, she spreads them. Vizarios licks his chops as she’s revealed.

Without any further prompting, he leans down and dives in, his tongue snaking toward his prize. The king settles in, keeping one of her thighs pinned as he fucks her with his tongue, then returns to that small bead of flesh.

That must be what Nissia likes, because she throws her head back and moans.