“So the king lied to us all these years?” the same man shouted.
“Yes. He did.”
“We can live in peace with the dragon people? There are no giants in the forest, no monsters?”
“There are beasts in the forest called Gonks. They will kill a human in seconds, and even a dragon man or woman. That was no lie. There are no giants except for the dragon people. Would you call the men at my side giants?”
“They’re very big compared to us.”
“Yes, they are. Our race is small in size. Apparently, we all have the ability to shift into dragons and to use magick. The king had a spell placed upon the whole population to stop our shifting and magical abilities. Some of the older generation should know about these abilities but were forbidden to speak of them. Their punishment was to be death if they broke their vow of silence. We are dragons. Much smaller than Cyton and Yerith’s people, but nevertheless, we are also dragons and therefore their kin. Uleirlel, their medicine woman and one of the old ones, is working with our sorcerer to remove the spell. It won’t be long and we’ll all be one nation again.”
Anya talked for a long time. She told them everything from when she’d fled the castle to the present. She left out the part that her two protectors had lied and kept her as their personal slave.
“Couriers will be sent out to all the clans on the planet to announce what I have said this day and to tell them of the new laws. There shall be peace on our planet among all living beings. A man may have two wives, and a woman two husbands. There is no exception. It is one or the other. There shall be no separation of women from men, and no hiding of the royal descendants. These are but a few of my new laws that will go into effect after I’m crowned.”
“When will the crowning take place?” a woman shouted.
“As soon as I’ve chosen a new council. Councilman Jakea, being an elder, will be head of the council. The crowning will take place within a few days. All the people of Vorcia are invited to the celebrations that will be held in the courtyard and the field outside the gates. Thank you all for cleaning up after the invasion. From hence on we will be protected from the aliens. The Timeless One promised me he would set in place the spell that protects our planet from such. Go in peace.”
Addressing the people had taken a lot more out of her than she expected. Was that what being a queen was all about? She was exhausted. All she wanted to do was sleep.
Anya retreated into the castle to her quarters. Solina started to follow her in but Anya waved her away. “Solina, go be with your loved ones. I want to be alone.”
But did she really want to be alone? She needed her men. Turning around, she opened the doors and told Cyton and Yerith to come into her chamber.
“Yes, Princess,” Cyton said and bowed his head.
“Stop it. I need you both. I’m not sure I’m ready to be a queen.”
“Anya, you were born to be a queen,” Yerith said.
“You think so?”
“Oh yes, my love, we think so,” Cyton told her.
She relaxed on the mattress piled high with pillows covered in satin of various colors. “Come join me,” she invited, patting the bed.
“Anya—”
“You have to follow my orders now. I expect obedience from you both.”
Cyton sat on the side of the bed while Yerith stood looking down at her. “I’m not sure I like this servitude.”
“Now you know what it feels like.” Anya giggled. “I’m still angry with you both for lying to me. I could have been with my people long ago.”
“You weren’t ready,” Yerith said.
“Who made you the judge of that?”
“Actually, it was Uleirlel who advised us to remain quiet. She said you needed time to heal and to learn about us.” She watched Cyton twirl a long strand of his hair around his finger.
“You didn’t tell Yurkis this when he accused you of deceiving me.”
“No. Uleirlel is old and wise. She knew what she was doing. Yurkis might not have understood.”
“Maybe Yurkis wouldn’t have punished you and you’d be home with your people. Then again, even if Uleirlel advised you, a lie is a lie. Of course, I could release you as my guards and you’d be free to go home if that was your wish.”
“Yurkis wouldn’t accept us back in the clan. I’m afraid you’re stuck with us.” Yerith sat beside Cyton.
Anya lay on her side, her elbow on the bed, her head resting on her hand. She played idly with the bangles on her arm. “I feel like bathing to wash my mental exhaustion away. Would you care to join me?”
“Princess, it’s unseemly for guards to bathe with you.”
“Who is going to see us? I’ve dismissed my servant.” She slid to the foot of the bed and stood looking at the men. “Well?”
“Is this an order?”
“It was an invitation, but I could make it an order.” Without waiting for their answer, she walked to the door, opened it and went to the bathing chamber. Cyton and Yerith followed her. Very much aware of them, she took off her gown and sandals then stepped into the tepid water. Flower petals and lilies drifted lazily. Several incense burners sent a sweet scent throughout the chamber, making her remember the waterfall and pool. Heat attacked her groin and set her blood on fire as she floated in the water, her eyes closed. A sound startled her. She straightened and sat on the pool bench, her arms along the edge watching as Cyton and Yerith stepped into the water. It barely reached the tops of their thighs.
Drawing in her breath sharply, she gazed at their cocks. Both were erect, their sacks firm and tight beneath their thick curved shafts. The men sank into the water, the objects of her desire hidden from her sight. She got off the bench and swam toward them. She splashed them and darted away, but not fast enough. Yerith grabbed her ankle and pulled her toward him. Holding her tightly, her breasts pressed against his massive chest.
Anya thought her heart would explode when Cyton’s cock rubbed against her buttocks. She felt his hands on her hips, her belly, then his fingers on her clit. She squirmed between them.
“Woman, you’re playing with fire,” Yerith said in his dragon voice.
Anya gazed into his eyes and saw his dragon emerge. Scales formed on his skin turning it a shiny green and his chest a deep, rich gold. She wondered if he was going to shift into his dragon. His cock was against her stomach and it grew as his body changed.
“Yerith, you’re shifting,” she said softly.
“Only partially. My dragon would never fit in this chamber. Princess, you’ve got me so in heat my dragon wants to come out.”
Cyton’s fingers were between her cleft then, spreading her pussy lips. His cock rubbed between her ass cheeks. Oh, she wanted these men. She’d fallen in love with them. She knew it then. They were her soul mates, destined to be with her. Did they feel the same, or was she merely an object of lust to them? Her mind numbed as intense heat flooded her body. Yerith’s lips were on her nipples, his hands kneading her breasts as he sucked. With each nibble, then in turn each nipple drawn deep into his mouth, darts shot through her breasts into her stomach and down to her pussy.
A finger probed between her cleft, entered her, and another finger pressed against her clit. She was ready to explode. Grabbing Yerith’s hair, she yanked his head up and sought his lips. Cyton’s finger continued to pump in and out of her opening while his other hand grabbed her breast and squeezed it hard. A tongue explored the crevices of her mouth. Yerith sucked her tongue and she hesitantly tasted his musky dragon breath.
Cyton withdrew his finger and moved away from her. No, she didn’t want that. It felt good to be between the two of them. She needn’t have worried. His head forced her legs apart and she felt his face against her pussy, his lips on her clit. Oh, Goddess, I’ve died and really gone to Heaven. He surfaced suddenly and stood behind Yerith, his flesh covered in shiny blue scales, the front of his body glowing silver, a silvery hue over his face. His dragon eyes glowed as he gazed at her.
/> “Friend, we have to stop. Now.”
Yerith’s lips drew away from her mouth reluctantly. “Yes, I know.”
“No, don’t stop,” she whispered, her voice trembling, the intense desire touching every nerve in her body.
“Look at us,” Cyton said, his dragon voice low and rumbling.
They backed away from her, their hands on their cocks. Anya gasped. If she’d thought their cocks were big before, now they were absolutely massive.
“We’d tear you apart, Princess. You’ve never been with a man. Matter of fact, I don’t think your own fingers have even touched your opening, you’re so tight.”
Anya nodded, afraid of their cocks now. They definitely would tear her apart. Just Cyton’s finger had been a tight fit, but a welcome one.
“We need to initiate you slowly until you can take our cocks. For now, will you allow us to look at you?” Yerith asked, his voice as deep and rumbling as Cyton’s.
Anya nodded. “Except it won’t satisfy me,” she said softly.
“There are other ways to satisfy a man,” Cyton said. “Have you been taught the art of love?”
“Yes. We were all instructed. I know what to do.”
“Then for now, let’s satisfy each other without penetration.”
“You can penetrate me, but not yet with your cocks. Enough talk. Come here,” she commanded them.
Anya sat on the side of the pool, her legs dangling in the water. She spread them wide so they could see her pussy. Cyton and Yerith stood on either side of her so she could touch their cocks. Their circumference was so big, only half their cocks fit in her small hands, but she grasped them tightly and pumped the skin back and forth, relishing the feel of large throbbing veins as she stroked, pumped, teased, and pumped again.
Yerith lifted her leg, his gaze sending fiery heat through her body to her clit. Cyton lifted her other leg and set her foot on the side of the pool, at the same time pushing her back a bit. His gaze focused on her spread pussy lips. His tongue slithered across his lips as he bent. His dragon tongue was long and forked. He flicked it up and down her slit, back and forth, until she yelped and her liquid gushed. Yerith’s other hand dug beneath her and found her rear hole. She stiffened when he pushed a finger into her asshole, but only for a moment.
Their cocks grew even larger as she pulled the silken skin back and forth. Yerith’s finger pushed all the way into her anus while Cyton’s tongue entered her. The forked end touched her vaginal walls and she clenched her inner muscles. He flicked in and out—all the way inside, as far as her hymen would let him and out again.
She was on fire, her skin tingled all over and strangely enough, suddenly she saw small silvery sparkles appear on her arms. She almost forgot to pump their cocks when a glow surrounded them. Cyton pulled his tongue out and replaced it with his finger. Yerith still swirled his finger inside her anal passage. When she came again and released another gush of cream, Cyton pushed two fingers into her. She felt her hole stretch. “Yes, oh yes, harder, push deeper,” she said in between squeals of delight.
“Baby, I can’t push too deep. I’d break the barrier,” Cyton said and entered another finger.
This time it hurt as her vagina stretched to its limit for then. Yet surely, she could take their cocks? If a baby’s head could fit through it, then their cocks should be able to as well. A shudder shook the men, and another. Cyton let out a mighty roar as he came. Yerith came soon after. She felt their cocks grow limp in her hands. Their roar had caused her to come, too, her cream coating Cyton’s hand. He pulled his fingers out and Yerith removed his from her anus. Breathing heavily, she let go of their cocks and lowered her legs but grabbed Cyton’s hand and pushed it against her pussy. “I want more,” she said softly, looking up at them. Their scales had disappeared and they were again men, their skin normal. Their cocks rested on their huge sacks. She reached and took each in her hands and fondled them, weighing their sacks in the palms of her hand.
“Princess, it’s getting late and we haven’t eaten yet,” Cyton said.
Not a word of love. Now that their lust was satisfied, was she merely a princess again?
It was true. Her own stomach rumbled. Without a word, she released her hold on their shafts and jumped into the water. Quickly, she washed herself and tried not to look at them as they washed their cocks. But she couldn’t help it. While they soaped their cocks already sprung to life again. It was tempting, but she overpowered her desire and stepped out of the pool. After fetching one of the big bath sheets from the pile that always lay ready, she wrapped it around herself and headed for her quarters.
“Phew, that was something else. My sisters never told me it could be like this,” she mumbled, feeling the still swollen flesh between her legs. Her libido had not simmered down. She fought against it, tried to put the men out of her mind, but found it impossible.
She chose a pale yellow gown, put it on and gazed at her reflection in the mirrors. Did she look any different? She did. Her eyes sparkled and she looked flushed. Where had the glow come from that she’d seen during their sexual interlude? Mystified, she gazed at her arms but saw no silvery particles. Maybe it was her imagination playing tricks on her. The glow had probably emanated from the men because of their magical abilities.
The dress was beautiful. The clothing that hung in her wardrobe was all new to her. They were probably gowns that had belonged to her sisters. This gown was embroidered with fine gold thread. Her nipples, still protruding and hard, showed clearly through the sheer material, as did her cleft, her clit poking from between her pussy lips. She clasped a white cape to her shoulder straps. It hung in graceful folds down her back. Her hair was already nearly dry. It hung in golden waves down her back.
After grasping the hem of the cape and draping it over her arm, she stepped through the door and found Cyton and Yerith at their posts. It was as if nothing had happened. Their faces masked like statues, they fell in behind her as she started down the corridor toward the dining hall.
The dining hall was very large with a long marble table in the center. Long marble benches stood on both sides and a throne at the head of the table. At least a hundred people could be seated for a meal. Anya sat on the throne. When Cyton and Yerith remained standing behind her, she motioned them forward.
“For Goddess sake, sit and eat,” she said. You’re not mere guards. You’re the imperial royal guard. That makes you special.”
“Your people think of us as barbarians,” Yerith said, but sat down anyway.
“Yes. We aren’t royals. We bear no title,” Cyton agreed.
“I’ll have to change that. You already heard my warning never to call you that again. Ah, here is food.”
Several servants entered carrying trays of food while another servant quickly set plates, utensils and glasses on the table.
“Our women could learn much here,” Cyton said.
“Our women wouldn’t be happy living in such sterile environments,” Yerith said thoughtfully.
“What makes you think that? Looking around, I don’t mind the luxuries of the castle. Living here is preferable over our rough caves.”
“Cyton, we’ve lived in the caves for centuries. We would miss our freedom, the forest and the mountains.”
“Good Goddess, Yerith, we can fly anywhere we want in minutes. You’re talking as if this is jail.”
“I’m afraid you have no choice, either of you. You’re stuck with me. Once I’m crowned, I’ll appoint you, Cyton, my royal advisor and I will knight you both. Yerith, you shall lead and train my army.”
“Princess Anya,” one of the servants approached, her head bowed.
“Look at me, girl. Speak.”
“Two seamstresses wait for your guards to take their measurements and the blacksmith is here, too, to measure them for their armor.”
“Follow her,” she told her men. “I feel quite safe now that Yurkis has cast the safety spell over the planet. No need for you to escort me to my chamber. Maybe
I’ll walk in the gardens a while. When you’re done, meet me there.”
Chapter Eight
Anya strolled slowly through the gardens, a loka bloom in her hand. Every now and then, she sniffed its heavenly fragrance. It was one of her favorite flowers, its fragile white petals curling at the edges, its heart a pale shade of pink. According to legend, if one inhaled the pollen from the loka, it acted as an aphrodisiac. Not that she needed anything to stimulate her overactive libido.
It felt wonderful to be so free. To be able to stroll in the gardens, go wherever she pleased. A swing hung from a tree, vines loaded with blossoms climbing up the ropes into the tree and along its branches. She sat on it and swung back and forth, her eyes closed, dreaming about Cyton and Yerith. Tonight she would order them to share her bed. Would they agree?
“So it’s true. Princess Anya, you’re alive,” a male voice spoke behind her. Startled, she stopped the swing and jumped off to face the speaker. She recognized him instantly. “Sorlos. I thought you’d been killed with the other guards.”
“No. I didn’t believe the people when the gossip spread to my town that you lived and I didn’t bother joining the throng that went to the castle to hear your speech. So you will be queen. We must join in marriage quickly, before the crowning.”
“I’ll do no such thing. There will be no joining between us. You are free.” Gazing at his slack thick lips, his thickening waist and small eyes, she felt bile rise to her throat. Goddess, how could I ever have bedded with this man? He repulses me.
“I don’t want to be free and you are breaking the law. This could jeopardize your crowning, Anya.”
“Princess Anya to you, and who is brave enough to stand against my ruling and the new laws? There will be no more arranged unions. My people, royal or commoner, can choose their mates, join for love.”
“Ha! What would you know of love? You’ve been sheltered your whole life. Come here.”
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