Page 94 of In the Embrace of Dragons

I step up onto the stage, and the king and queen draw me in to stand between them.

“Thank you for all you have done to aid us in finding our happiness. But ourtruehappiness, as king and queen of this realm, would be to share that with you.”

A hushed murmur spreads across the assembly.

“We aren’t whole without you,” Nissia says, running her hand down my chest. “You are our third star.”

My throat closes at the warm sincerity in her brown eyes.

“We would like to formally offer you the position of Royal Consort,” Vizarios says.

More hushed exclamations. I try to ignore them as I bow my head. I hope we are not making a grievous error.

“I accept.”

Nissia and Vizarios each take one of my hands.

“Thank you for completing us,” the king says, his voice echoing on the walls. “I now proclaim you a member of the royal family.”

At first, only Kalara stands up. She thumps her tail, the sole noise in the huge, silent ballroom.

“I wish you happiness!” she calls out.

Another warden stands up, and then another. They all clap awkwardly, and then some more join in.

That is good enough for me.

“Thank you for your time,” Vizarios says to the crowd, wrapping one arm around my waist. “We will save you from performing yet anotherceremony”—he raises an eyebrow at his wife—“but should any of you be inclined, we welcome you to join us in our room tonight.”

A big, heavy dragon bellows out a laugh, and a few others do, too.

When we step down again and a group of musicians take over, a few of the wardens greet us, asking quietly for answers. Nissia easily diverts it and starts talking about her plan to bring in new workers, using her power as the human king’s daughter. She expects to see results within a few years, and she’s so confident and well-reasoned that they are soon nodding along.

After seeing to all the guests, only a few skeptical remain, but Vizarios does not appear perturbed. It is Kalara who approaches us as the night winds down, slapping the king boldly on the back.

“So you came around to your queen,” she says with a wry smile. “I’m glad you saw what we did.” Her brow arches as she turns to me. “And I assume you’re to blame for that?”

I open my mouth, not sure what to say, when Nissia rescues me.

“He is. Wise and strong,” she pronounces, reaching down to boldly squeeze my ass. “Exactly what we needed.”

Amused, Kalara sips her wine and says goodnight. At last, we can leave, because I want nothing more than to be done with all this.

Back in our room, I will show my king and queen what they mean to me, what their public pronouncement of our bond made me feel. So I work each of them up, showing every facet of my heart. Soon, Nissia sits astride Vizarios, facing away from him, his cock fully sheathed in her. I massage her breasts, plucking her nipples as I nurse her closer and closer to her orgasm with my fingers.

“Fuck, Nissia, you get so tight when he does that,” Vizarios moans, his hips snapping up faster and faster. “Papa, should I come inside her?”

“Yes. I want her wet and juicy for me.”

Nissia whimpers at just my words. The king roars as he thrusts up into her once more, his whole body jerking as he fills her up. Then, I gently push her onto him, so his cock falls free and she leans back across his belly.

“Hold her, little king,” I instruct, and Vizarios does as he’s told, reaching down to pull her thighs apart.

“Papa!” Nissia writhes, her pussy dripping with every wanting pulse. “Please!”

Though she is eager, I sink into her slowly, savoring her, gulping up her moans and making sure she feels every last nub on my cock. When she cracks, she cries out my name, and I follow along with her into the darkness.

Chapter Thirty-Five