Page 90 of In the Embrace of Dragons

“My little wife,” I murmur as I crawl across the bed toward her. I snatch her rear in my claws and tilt her up so I can bury my mouth in her cunt. She inhales sharply as I drag my tongue over her clit, then stuff it inside her, curling it to brush the tip along her inner wall. Her hips jerk up, and I lick her faster, harder, making sure she’s wet and dripping.

“Ah, I’m going to—” shebegins, but she’s cut off by her own cry as she climaxes. I love how sensitive she is, how easily she comes apart.

While she’s still swollen and tight, I drop her back to the bed and ready myself. I take this duty seriously because I know personally just how large our Papa is. I have been trained, but Nissia is small and only has experience taking someone my size.

Already, my cock is eagerly at attention, the head coated in my pre-cum. I rub it all over her, smearing her sweet release and mine around. Then she’s ready for me.

Sinking into my queen is so blissful, and she welcomes me in like I’m home again. I take care to stay shallow at first, stretching and opening her. Though she is accustomed to my cock, I want to go slow so that she is as prepared as possible.

Nissia clutches my shoulders as I crouch over her, sliding in and out in a regular, smooth rhythm. I delve deeper with every thrust, and she’s already shaking and moaning underneath me.

“Make sure you come inside her,” Ragnakor whispers over my shoulder, and I didn’t realize he was behind me until he runs his hands down my back, over my tail and ass. “Fill her up so she’s good and soaked.”

Our queen responds, her fingers digging into my hide as I pump my hips faster. Soon, it’s all I can do not to let off. Knowing that Ragnakor will finish what I started, I don’t fight it, and I roar her name as I bury myself deep inside her.

Nissia moans as I set myself free, spurting again and again. Finally, I’m spent, and she’s trembling underneath me with her need.

Gently, I pull free of her, releasing a torrent of my spend. I glance up at Ragnakor and nod.

“Good work, little king,” he says, his hand whispering along my cheek. He kisses me, and then I move aside to let him in.

Nissia gets up as if to turn over onto her hands and knees, but Ragnakor stops her.

“I want to look at you, my queen,” he says, squeezing the flesh of her thighs so it bulges. She gasps and writhes, still mightily aroused.

“Please,” she whimpers, reaching for him. He weaves his fingers together with hers and leans forward so he can kiss her.

Then I sit back, ready to watch the best show of my life.

NISSIA

Our Papa is... a large dragon. I have always been aware of it, but not until right now, with his big, rust-colored body wedged between my legs and his immense cock pointing toward me, have I thought about how it might be difficult for us to fit together.

Which only makes the throbbing in my pussy more unbearable. I got so close while Vizarios was inside me that now, I crave only to be filled and then fucked.

“We will go slow,” Ragnakor says to me, the pads of his fingers dipping to my clit and then rubbing back and forth. I’m already so sensitive and high on sex that I moan, my back arching into him. He doesn’t stop touching me as he shoves his cock down, and I feel the pointed head glide over me. I’m drenched, as Vizarios promised, and Ragnakor lathers himself up in it.

And then, I feel him prod at my opening. I try to close my eyes in anticipation, but he pauses and rubs my cheek.

“Eyes open, my queen. I want to see your face when I’m inside you.”

My whole body sizzles as I look up into his face, with thebroad, rounded snout and curled horns, those yellow eyes that speak so much. I whine, wriggling my hips in the hope he’ll finally give me what I want, what I need.

He smiles a rare, gentle smile, and with painful slowness, he eases inside me.

Immediately, I’m hit by the stretch. It’s not uncomfortable, but he is certainly larger than my husband—though he has only pushed in a fraction of what he’s capable of. Again, Ragnakor thumbs over my clit, moving his cock in short, stuttered motions to widen me for him. With how close Vizarios took me to the edge...

I crack immediately. My body seizes, and pleasure races down my spine in a torrent. I cry out and clutch his shoulders, fracturing at the power of my orgasm.

“Good,” Papa murmurs to me, not stopping for a moment even as my pinnacle consumes me. “You’re such a good wife. So eager for my cock.”

He pushes in deeper, and I spasm again, so tight and swollen that he feels immense, impossibly large. Surely he won’t fit.

Then Vizarios appears at my side. He wipes sweat from my forehead and caresses one of my breasts.

“You can take him,” he assures me, leaning down to kiss my cheek. “Open up for your Papa.”

I nod hastily, too intoxicated with sex to speak. Once more Ragnakor withdraws, then glides back in, filling me even more. There’s an indecent sound as Vizarios’s seed is forced out, and it drips down, coating my ass. Now there’s almost more inside me than I can bear, and yet I still want more, stillneedmore. I must have him, all of him, and I reach around Ragnakor’s neck because I have to feel him close to me.