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“Then it’s settled.” He picks a cup up off the table and holds it out. “Though you will have to pay penance to the cup.”

I feel as if I’m in a dream as my king and queen both kneel before me, licking me and sucking me and stroking me until I can’t hold back any longer, and the dam breaks. I leak into the cup, and when I’m finished, Nissia cleans me off with her mouth.

I can see the same anticipation in her eyes that I feel, and I shiver all over.

The healer takesmy seed away, and we’re left waiting and wondering for two days. When we spar, my mind is elsewhere, and the queen is able to get through my defenses easily.

When the healer returns, we are not surprised by the result.

“Potent,” he says, looking rather impressed as he surveys me. “Should be no problem for you.” Then he glances between all three of us, shakes his head as if he can’t understand the ways of youngsters, and departs.

When Nissia peers up at me, her eyes are glittering. A tingle rushes down from my lungs to my cock.

“Vizarios,” I say in a serious voice, wrapping a hand around his arm. I lean down and pull him against my side, wanting his reassurance. “Tell me that this is actually what you want.”

His brows shoot up. “You doubt me?”

“I am about to impregnate your wife!” I hold him tighter, wanting him to understand the gravity of what he asks and also hoping he doesn’t change his mind. “Are you sure that?—”

“Papa.”

The sound of his voice settles me. Vizarios turns me to face him, then plants one hand on either side of my face and looks me dead in the eyes.

“Do you know how wonderful it would be for me? To know that my child hasyouin them? That we all made them together?” He tilts his head up and runs his nose along my muzzle, telling me how he feels in this one gesture. “I’m hard as a fucking rock thinking about it.”

He’s not the only one.

Nissia giggles, and he steps aside to bring her in close.

“Is this whatyouwant?” Vizarios asks her. “It is your life, your body.”

She tilts her head up at me, a smile pinching her round cheeks. I love her long lashes, how the fur above her brows is so expressive.

“Who makes the baby doesn’t matter to me,” she says. “As long as we all get to love it together.”

I grab her and pull her against me, squeezing her tight with both my arms. She gasps, surprised, as I bury my nose in her hair.

“I love you,” I tell her firmly. I don’t know that I’ve put it into words so clearly, but now is the time. “Just as I will love any dragonling that emerges from you.”

“Thank you.” She buries her face in my chest. “I love you more than you know.”

Her hand trails further down, over the crotch of my armor. Vizarios moves behind me, unclipping my pauldrons, then the strap across my tail. I release the queen so I can remove it. When I’m naked, Vizarios repeats this gesture with Nissia, removing her belt and then her robe until she’s also exposed, brown skin shining in the candlelight.

“Little king,” I say, assuming Papa’s commanding voice. “I will need your help.”

Chapter Thirty-Three

VIZARIOS

Oh, am I more than willing to assist.

“Tell me what to do,” I say.

Ragnakor puts his arm around Nissia, guiding her to the bedroom we all now share.

“I am not sure that I will... fit,” he begins. “So I need you to warm her up for me. Get her cunt good and open.”

Nissia clutches his arm tighter in anticipation. I nod in understanding, then remove my own belt and robe. I nod to the bed, and obediently, Nissia climbs onto it. She lies back, her legs already spread, her lips turned up in a bright smile. I love how eager she is, how lusty and desiring of affection.