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I swallow down my objections as Vizarios caresses me. The queen waits, her eyes still hard as diamonds.

They both want me, regardless of the world’s expectations for them. That alone is as much of a declaration as any.

“My queen,” I finally say, getting up out of my chair. I walk around the table and kneel in front of her, and she inhales sharply as I take her hands in mine. “I am sorry. I’m sorry to have left you when you needed me.”

My whole body feels magnetized to hers, so I take one of her tiny brown hands with the elegant fingers and kiss it. She gasps, and I think it is the first time I have kissed any part of her. Her taste fills me, intoxicating me, and I need more.

“I won’t leave you again,” I go on, kissing down her palm, then along her arm. The tiny hairs on her skin stand on end,which is a fascinating reaction. “As long as you want me, I will never walk away.”

I rise to my feet again as I trail my lips up to her throat, bending forward to reach her there. Nissia tilts her head back, allowing me even more access to her. I can’t help dragging the tips of my fangs over her skin, and she shudders under me in response.

“Papa,” she whispers, her body instinctively leaning into me. I wrap an arm around her waist, my very scales shivering.

“Kiss her,” Vizarios says, and my eyes dart to his. He is serious, commanding. And he’s right to be. It’s time to show her how I feel about her.

I push one of Nissia’s long ringlets away from her face, tucking it behind her ear. She’s peering up at me now through her long lashes, which are so foreign and yet so beautifully human. I slip a finger under her chin and tilt it up, making it easier to reach her lips.

“May I?” I ask.

Her breath comes out stuttered and harsh. “Please, Papa.”

My cock surges, and I do it. I lower my muzzle and press my big mouth to her small lips, and the touch is so tiny, so perfect, that my chest threatens to burst open. I go slow, sampling her, getting a feel for her and what she likes. Her hands land on my chest, and she grabs onto the collar of my jerkin to pull me even closer. When I swipe my tongue over her lips, a gasp pours out of her, which I swallow up eagerly.

I need more. I’ve waited so long, and now I need all of it.

My hands roam down her sides, tracing the shape of her waist, her hips. The feeling of her under my palms is divine, and I relish finally getting to bury my fingers in her soft skin. She presses herself against me harder, soaking me up, drinking me in the same way I’m devouring her. Her tongue meekly comes out, and I hate that I still make her feel so tentative, that she’s uncertain about my feelings for her.

Instead of ravishing her, I slow down. I bring her in even tighter against my chest, my tail reaching out to curl around her calf. I hold her as tenderly as I can while I nip at her lip, then soothe it with my tongue. I briefly touch tips with her, but then move on, loving every part of her and not demanding anything in return.

At last, her mouth opens for me. I ease my way in, exploring her, worshiping her, trying to tell her in every press of my lips to hers that I only ever want her happiness. Nissia sags against me as her tongue meets mine, and despite the lingering scent of sex already in the air, I can smell her growing arousal.

Do I do to her what she does to me?

Her small hands find their way up my chest to my throat, and then her fingers lace around behind my neck. Now she’s clinging onto me as I kiss her, trying to carry her away with me.

When at last we part, we’re both panting. Nissia’s eyes are alive, bright and shining, and she runs the pad of her finger up my jaw.

“Thank you,” she says quietly, only for me to hear. I nod and bring her in so her head rests against my chest, then circle her with both arms, making sure she understands what I offer her: my protection, my devotion, my heart.

Chapter Thirty

VIZARIOS

As much as I admire watching them, my cock is getting impatient.

I could never have orchestrated a reunion better than this one—though I suppose I did a little manipulation to get them here.

Now that they have had their soft, tender embrace, I am eager to reunite in other ways. I approach Nissia from behind, running my hands along her rounded bottom and up her hips to show her I’m there. She arches into my touch, and I know that the captain has gotten her good and ready for us already.

“Papa,” I whisper, “will you take us to bed?”

He searches my face over the top of Nissia’s head. After a heated moment, he nods and keeps one arm around Nissia as he leads her to my bedroom. She dutifully follows, clinging to his side. I smirk as I trail along behind them, but lower one hand to Ragnakor’s ass to squeeze it.

Once at the bed, Ragnakor lowers Nissia onto it withinfinite gentleness. He starts removing the armor on his shoulders, and then that across his chest, working his way down to his hips. Next go his boots, leaving him in a jerkin and pants.

Before he can go further, he bends over Nissia on the bed and reaches down to unclip her belt. Her robes follow it, sliding off her breasts and shoulders into a puddle underneath her, leaving her bare. Ragnakor eases her thighs apart, exposing her to both of us. I can make out the stiff, very erect shape of his cock under his trousers as he gazes down at her in wonder.

“Beautiful,” he says in a thoughtful tone. I don’t think he has experienced many females, so I watch with rapt interest as he skids a finger down through her curly black hair, to the perfect cunt underneath it. He explores her with a sort of awe, running the pad of his finger over her clit—which causes Nissia to gasp and arch her hips—down to her pussy, which flutters and pulses when he reaches it.