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He leaves to request one while Nissia finds her way to the bath. I follow her into it, constantly drawn to her. She is like my sun, and Ragnakor my moon. Each of them brings me balance.

But also, I want to fuck them all the time. It doesn’t seem to matter how often I empty my scent glands, they simply fill back up again. At least there is no painful itch, but that’s because I take every opportunity I can.

That night, though, Nissia does not feel up to participating in bedroom activities.

“I hope you are not ashamed,” I say. “I would be happy to get my cock wet in your?—”

She holds up her hands. “That’s really all right. I have too many aches and pains. But I’d like to... watch.”

Ragnakor arches a brow at her, then nods in understanding. Still, our queen is the one who coats my ass in oil, using her fingers to gently push it in, widening me. When I’m prepared, she lifts my tail and guides Ragnakor into me, stroking my cock as he slowly pushes in deeper. Once our Papa is firmly seated, she kneels on the bed and kisses me, muffling my moans as Ragnakor fucks me with abandon.

And then more weeks pass. The air is much chillier in theevenings. Nissia has such thin, human skin that I have a new fur coat made for her, and she gushes over it while Ragnakor and I admire her.

And still, no dragonling.

As promised, Ragnakor employs the arms master to teach Nissia the art of throwing a spear. The spear is heavy, and she has to practice for many days in a row before she can properly throw it—but once she’s able to do it the first time, she’s unstoppable.

“I will hunt a moose!” she crows, causing Daina to bark. We have been working together with the hound, too, as she grows older, training her to be obedient and follow smells. She’s a good dog who protects my wife when neither I nor Ragnakor can.

Rumors have spread about the king, the queen, and their captain of the guard. I wonder how far it’s traveled beyond Selvumrrest, whether the distant wardens have heard about our odd arrangement. Will they truly protest, especially when we can’t yet produce an heir?

Worry settles on me the first time I receive a missive about it.

“Merely speculation,” the letter says from my western warden. “An unusual turn of events.”

Though there is no outright judgment, I can feel it through the very letters of the note, and for the first time, I start to feel dread.

Chapter Thirty-Two

NISSIA

Ido harbor feelings of inadequacy, though I know it’s irrational.

We’ve come so far, the three of us. Every day, I learn new things about my king and my captain. Papa treats us well. He watches over us, cares for us, shows us how best to please each other and him.

Ragnakor and I pivot our sparring sessions into riding sessions, as hunting season is now upon us. I practice shooting with a bow and throwing the spear on horseback, and when Ragnakor finds my form sufficient, we tag along on a hunt for elk because a herd was spotted rather close to the outskirts of the city.

Daina runs with the other hunting dogs who have picked up the scent. When we come upon the herd, our dogs and our horses give chase. It’s thrilling to feel the wind in my hair and watch as one of the hunters raises his bow and shoots, pinning a doe in the hip. She goes down, and he shoots once more to end her life.

We secure one additional kill, and then the horses drag them both home rolled up in a pole-framed canvas. My heart is still beating wildly when we get back to the castle.

“Did you enjoy it, my queen?” Ragnakor asks me, his tail caressing the back of my thigh. This is the most affection I generally receive from him in public, and it makes my skin heat. “The thrill of the hunt?”

“Oh yes. I would very much like to do it again.”

“Work on your throw more, and we’ll try for bigger game.”

I wrap my arm around his as we return to our shared quarters, Daina following close behind. “I can’t wait to see a moose.”

As winter settleson the kingdom, I find myself wanting. Craving. Now that we are all together, I want the next stage of our lives, where we create a new life and then care for it, the three of us.

Still, nothing. We grow concerned that something is wrong, and so Vizarios arranges for the most renowned healer in the kingdom to come to Selvumrrest to examine us.

He is a wizened old dragon, even older than Quillion and more severe. But he understands our position. Unfortunately, his test requires an... extraction. He gives each of us a cup.

“If you would urinate in there,” he tells me. Then turns to Vizarios. “Your job will be a bit harder.”

He leaves us, and Vizarios covers his face in humiliation as Ragnakor and I both lick his cock until he’s hard and moaning for us. I hold out the cup as Ragnakor strokes him, and Vizarios meets his finish, roaring as he unloads into it.