by Loki Renard
“You’re the sort of man who wouldn’t lend his favorite pen to anyone else,” Brianna giggled. “You were never going to sell me.”
“Oh, you’re sure of that, are you, pet?”
“Mhm. I was pretty sure before, but now I’m absolutely sure,” she said. “You want to be a bad guy, but you’re bad at it.”
“I am?” Valkimer’s brows rose and he wrestled to keep the smile from his lips. This little minx had been reading him like a book for a very long time. He was glad that she had seen what he had been trying to hide even from himself.
“Yeah. You tried to kidnap me and sell me, but you ended up taking care of me and looking for my family. I talked to Paix too. After you found out where I was really from. I know you saved his life and gave him a job even though everyone else thought he was just a weirdo.” She looked up at him under her eyelashes. “You help people.”
Chak’s booming laughter filled the room as he threw back his head and let his mirth free. “Oh, she knows you, doesn’t she, Valkimer. Your stoic villain act might fool the king, but our little pet knows better.”
“He gave you away too,” she said, gesturing toward Chak.
“What do you mean? He told you how I feel?”
“Chak has been sweet to me from the beginning. He has been kind and honorable,” Brianna said. “Men like that do not make lives with evil men. So I figured from the beginning that there must be more to you than the raging asshole you seemed to be.”
Valkimer gave a little growl. “Manners, pet.”
“I know,” she grinned impishly. “You’re still going to whip me if you think I deserve it, same as Chak does.”
“You know so much, don’t you, pet,” Valkimer smiled.
As she laid curled up in his arms, her beautifully tender naked form totally bare and vulnerable, Valkimer wondered if he truly was as good a man as she seemed to think he was. He was reluctant to feel too good about her impression of him. She had not been shown much kindness in her life. The very little happiness she had experienced at their hands was greater than the sum of all her misery, but it was still not much.
He resolved to try to be the man she deserved. But first he had to get out of this castle and start setting things right with Casimer. Brianna was safe and she had the king’s favor. It was Casimer they had to atone to first.
An hour or so later, Valkimer found himself still very much awake and watching Brianna and Chak sleep. Chak was stretched out on his back with an expression of pure contentment on his features. Valkimer envied him the ease. Chak seemed to be able to roll with almost any change in fortune. It had made him an excellent warrior, always able to adapt. Valkimer was not so flexible, and the king’s ire weighed more heavily on his soul.
He reached out and tapped Chak’s shoulder, gesturing for him to get up and join him across the room. Chak did so slowly and with all the signs of somnolent reluctance.
“What is it, Valkimer?” He leaned against the railing of the balcony overlooking the city.
The most frustrating aspect of their containment was the fact that they were in wide open rooms with nothing to stop them leaving but their own sense of honor.
“I think I should leave,” he said to Chak. “You stay here with Brianna. I will go and get Lazarus, force him back through the portal, and close it. It’s still open.”
“Either we both go or neither of us goes,” Chak said, rubbing his face and looking at Valkimer with his earthy gaze. “And I say neither of us goes. Casimer has been merciful beyond what we deserve. We better not press that mercy.”
“He is angry about Lazarus. He is furious about the portal. I can fix both problems in a matter of short days.”
“Oh, and I and Brianna should stay here and make excuses for you? Shall we tell the king that you are not taking audiences with him because you are feeling unwell? Should we pretend when he comes into one room that you have just left it? Valkimer, there is no way to do this. I want to set our wrongs right as well, but I know too that the time will come for that. Probably sooner than we think. We’re lucky. We should be in dungeons, but we’re here, with our pet. So why don’t we just try to enjoy the freedom we do have?”
Chapter Sixteen
“Are you enjoying your freedom yet?” Valkimer threw the question at Chak. Seven days had passed since Casimer effectively sent them to their room, and the spacious chambers were starting to feel like cells. Valkimer and Chak stalked them in circles day after day, their muscles as restless as their minds. And all the time, the seductive open windows called them to fly out into the world and act of their own accord.
“There could be an army flooding this city literally any moment,” Chak growled. “And we have to sit here like naughty whelplings.”
“You did want to tell Casimer,” Valkimer reminded him. “We could have wrestled Lazarus back to the human world and closed that portal and never said a word. We would be living on our estate now, with our pet by our side.”
“And we would know that there was an army waiting to invade and that we were doing nothing to protect our kingdom. We made the only choice we could, and I am sure Casimer appreciates it on some level.”
“Appreciates it so much he entertains our pet day after day,” Valkimer snorted.
The only one of them who had any measure of freedom whatsoever was Brianna. She was allowed to come and go in Mika’s company, and did so most days. Neither of them was so miserly as to keep her from experiencing some life outside the mistakes they had made.
The irony of them being the prisoners was not lost on them, nor was it lost on Brianna. She was a sweet girl, but she was enjoying the way the tables had turned to an extent that was going to get her in real trouble with her frustrated masters very soon.
“Let’s play another round of cards,” Chak suggested, holding out the pack.
Valkimer whirled and let out a stream of hot breath, turning the cards to cinders in Chak’s hand. The little blackened slivers of paper fell to the floor in a sooty mess.
“Or not,” Chak grinned. “Remember when we were stuck in the Regnar Fortress for forty days with the siege of the Devinelles? Two rebel army flights waiting us out, bathing the rock in fire every other hour, until Casimer’s main force arrived and routed them.”
“We were younger men then. We could amuse ourselves by hanging our asses out the windows in between scorchings, taunting the enemy into fresh attacks which exhausted them enough for small supply runs to be made,” Valkimer smirked. “We can hardly do that here.”
“Retirement was our mistake,” Chak mused as the soft breeze played with the ashes of the cards. “Men like us were not made to retire. It leaves us with too much time on our hands and too much trouble to make.”
“And yet the Royal Guard has a mandatory retirement, so what would we have done? Gone to the provinces and guarded the estates? There are no wars anymore, Chak. We are men out of time. Casimer has united the realm and we are relics.”
“Perhaps the humans will invade and we will be called upon to do battle,” Chak mused.
“That is not a war I would relish,” Valkimer said. “You saw what happened to the regiment which invaded there. We lost hundreds of our finest.”
“They never seem terribly dangerous on their own, do they, humans, I mean? It’s only when they get together and swarm that they are lethal.”
“There could be several swarms massing unseen in this very city,” Valkimer said. “Or anywhere in the realm. At any moment, the skies could burst open as they did that first day and the air could be filled with the drone of their engines, the crashing of their weapons…”
“It is something to fear,” Chak said. “And yet you talk about it almost as if you wished it would happen.”
“I don’t wish it would happen.” Valkimer replied. “But we would have a place then, you and I.”
“And Brianna?”
“Well, yes. Brianna changes everything, doesn’t she. The taste for war leaves my mouth when I look up
on her. Of course, I do that so rarely at the moment as the little wench ignores our orders and our curfews and instead dallies with the princess…”
“I’m not dallying,” Brianna said with a giggle as she walked into the room, past the heavy guard, who stood ready to deal to Chak and Valkimer at the king’s orders. “What is dallying anyway? Maybe I am dallying and I don’t even know it, and if that’s the case, then it’s not my fault even, is it?”
The dragons turned toward their smiling little pet with stern expressions.
“And where have you been, pet?” Chak asked the question. “We expected you well over an hour ago.”
“I guess your expectations were off, then.” She lifted her chin and gave him a cocky look. “You guys really have to chill. You might be in lockdown here, but I’m not. The king likes me.”
“The king might like you, but you’re still our pet,” Valkimer growled. “And you will obey us.”
“Maybe I will and maybe I won’t,” she grinned.
She was beautiful, her dark hair falling in a shiny cascade over her shoulders, her emerald green eyes sparkling with mischief. It was almost a pity to punish her given how far she had come, from a total outcast on the fringes of society to a young woman very much in the middle of high society.
“We may be locked down,” Chak said, pulling her close, “but that doesn’t mean you’re not ours. I think you’ve forgotten your place, pet.”
He pressed a kiss to her lips, which deepened into a possessive plundering of her mouth that left her breathless when he released her. Her eyes were lit with naughty lust, a newfound rebellion that came with the confidence of being the favorite of the royal couple, no doubt.
“Maybe I’ve decided to change my place,” she said. “Maybe you will be my pets now, kept locked up in this room for my amusement.”
“Oh, no,” Valkimer growled. “That is absolutely not what is happening. Come here, pet.”
“Come and get me.”
Chak shook his head, but Brianna was not listening to common sense or warning. Valkimer strode across the room, caught her up, and with one slash of his hand, tore her fine gown from her body, leaving her naked in tatters and shreds that slid from her limbs as she squirmed in his grasp. The dragon’s large hand came down across her fine bottom in a swift slap that reddened both cheeks instantly.
“You have forgotten,” he growled fiercely. “But you will remember.”
He pulled her across the room and threw open a drawer. When she saw what was inside, she let out a despairing cry.
“No, not that!”
Her tail was there, waiting for her, and it was fixed to the rear of the plug that she knew would respond to a dragon’s command, to vibrate, to heat itself, to torment her poor sore bottom.
Valkimer wasted no time in pinning her face down on the bed, and Chak assisted in keeping her wriggling naked form in place as Valkimer found the greasy lubricant and pushed a generous amount of it into her tight little butt, his finger plunging into her bottom with a masterful stroke as he spread it inside and out of her hole.
“Chak, please,” she begged. “Not the tail.”
His warm eyes were reassuring, but not entirely merciful. “You claimed us to be your pets,” he reminded her. “That was a mistake and you know it.”
“This tail is going in,” Valkimer said behind her. “This will remind you whose pet you are.”
She wriggled as Valkimer spread her legs and pushed the tail against her bottom hole. It was already well lubricated, slick and slippery against her tight little bud. Chak watched as her eyes went wide, her mouth too, her entire expression becoming erotically plaintive.
“I don’t need this,” she gasped even as it began to open her up and spread her open. “I haven’t forgotten.”
“You don’t even remember what you’ve forgotten,” Valkimer hissed down at her, his hand wrapped in her dark locks.
His next word was indistinguishable to her ears, but the plug began to grow warm inside her bottom. She felt it expanding too, stretching her taut rear as he instructed it to begin tormenting her, making her sex throb with the heat and the pressure of it.
They let her go then, and she squirmed on the bed, her hips raised, her hard nipples grazing against the sheets as she writhed at the mercy of the plug and tail. Chak’s palm found her rear with a swift slap and then Valkimer followed, and they spanked her back and forth across the bed, one man on each side as she wriggled, the length of her tail tossing left and right with the motion of her hips.
It had taken mere minutes to reduce her from a proud sneering wench to a writhing whining pet, her cheeks reddened, her pussy beginning to water with the gleaming juice of arousal. This was what she had needed, they knew that. No doubt the experience of having her masters locked up had made her wonder if she truly was still owned. This treatment was teaching her that she very much was. They spanked her until her bottom blushed completely red and then Chak mounted the bed behind her, spreading her thighs for his thick muscular body now devoid of clothing. He grasped her by the back of her head, his fingers curling in her hair and pushed the flared head of his incredible cock into the wet slit of her pussy.
She let out a gasp of pure pleasure as his cock pushed in and spread her inner walls, rubbing against the plug from the inside as he started to fuck her with masterful strokes. Not a word was spoken, and not a word was needed. The sounds of her pussy being sluiced by his cock, her juices coating his glistening rod and making a pool of arousal on the bed below her were all anyone needed to hear.
He fucked her hard and fast, she was ready for it and she needed it. Her pussy wrapped around him tight, her wet, hot walls gripping him for all they were worth as she wailed her pleasure to the world. The soft rise of the tail slid between them and Chak toyed with it, causing further embarrassed exclamations from the naughty young woman wrapped around his cock.
“Go beneath her,” Valkimer demanded, his voice thick with lust. “I will have her rear.”
Chak pulled out, flipped Brianna over, and pulled her down atop him in a rider’s position, her legs spread open around his waist as he impaled her on his cock with a powerful grip on her hips.
“Hold her steady,” Valkimer growled, kneeling behind her. Brianna began to mewl and gasp as Valkimer took hold of the plug and tail and began to pull it from her bottom. It slid out with some reluctance, as if her greedy hole was trying to keep it inside, but he twisted it slowly and pulled it free, casting it aside. Her bottom was still spread, an inviting hot hole for him to sink his cock inside.
He took full advantage of it, sinking slowly into her buttery depths and once again Chak had the pleasure of watching her face as she was filled to the brim, her flesh stretched around both of them. They held her between them and moved slowly at first, easing her into the experience of being fucked by them both at the same time. There was no room for pride now, no pretense of control. Her face was flushed, her eyes bright, her lips parted in an almost continuous moan as she was firmly fucked by both her masters.
As her body began to relax and accept the twin intrusions, they took full advantage. Their cocks surged inside her, Valkimer in her rear, Chak in her pussy, making her wail between them as they alternated their strokes, her bottom filled and then her cunt one after the other over and over, a continual sliding of hard dragon flesh pleasuring her to her limits.
“I’m going to…” she gasped. “I’m going to come.”
“Come,” they growled as one man.
Chak held her down on his cock, her clit pressed against the hard scaling at the very base of his rod, as Valkimer pounded her bottom, grinding her cock-filled pussy against Chak’s unyielding pubic bone.
She began to tremble and then to wail, her body becoming tense and shaking with the force of the orgasm sweeping over her. Chak held her close, feeling her nipples hard against his chest, still pushed back and forth by the steady pounding of the cock in her ass, as Valkimer fucked her bottom all the way through her c
limax and then began to spend his seed, roaring with dragon release as he filled her ass with his seed.
It was too much for Chak to withstand. The writhing of her pussy on his cock, the desperate clenching of those inner walls milking him, begging for his cum, her little whimpers as her bottom was fucked and filled… he kissed her passionately and pulled her down as far as she could go, his cock positioned right at the entrance of her womb as his seed burst forth, coating her well fucked walls with his cum.
Together they moved as one orgasmic beast, growling, moaning, crying out with the peaks of pleasure as their two seeds slipped from her body and mixed with her juices, their bonds made flesh.
“We love you, pet,” Valkimer purred as he slid his cock from her bottom. “But you will always be our pet, and claiming otherwise will never go well for you.”
“I think she’s learned her lesson,” Chak said, running his hand down her back in a slow caress. His cock was still inside her. He could feel the little clenches of her quivering walls as they slowly recovered from the orgasm.
Before Brianna could speak as to the learnedness of her lesson, a loud knock at the door heralded the news they had been waiting for.
Valkimer pulled on a robe and answered it, opening it just a crack to avoid laying the entire passionate scene bare to the eyes of a gossiping courtier. They all heard what the man said, and it made their blood run cold as if they were one.
“Casimer is ready to pronounce his judgment.”
Chapter Seventeen
Chak and Valkimer bade Brianna wait for them patiently, reassuring her that they would return, even though they did not know if it was a promise they could truly make. They were escorted from their gilded prison by a small unit of soldiers, far more than really seemed necessary to escort compliant men—and when they arrived in the private chamber Casimer had summoned them to, the fact that the chamber was lined with the same royal guard they had once served in was not lost on them. If Casimer was about to sentence them to life in a dungeon, he had the manpower to ensure that they did not escape before his ruling was carried out.