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“Sit. You may eat.”

“Oh? Guards may sit and eat with you? This is fruit I’ve never seen before,” Yerith said as he pulled some fapeas from a vine.

“Most of the fruit is grown in our gardens and vineyards. The fapeas is also used for making wine.”

“Wine?”

“The juice you’re drinking right now is wine. Don’t drink it too fast because it’ll go to your head and make you dizzy. You’ll also lose control of yourself.”

“Control?”

“Well, you’ll say things you normally wouldn’t say and you’ll do things you normally wouldn’t do. It releases your inhibitions.”

“Oh, I see. We have a liquid like that, but it doesn’t taste the same.”

“You’re both big men, so it would take a lot of it to affect you.”

“What’s this?”

“It’s cheese. It’s made from milk.”

Anya was amused at how the men devoured the food. Much of it, they’d never seen before.
Maybe I can civilize them.

Loud shouts coming from the courtyard interrupted their lunch. “It sounds like the people are gathering,” Anya said.

“Do they have to be so noisy about it?” Yerith grumbled while grabbing another piece of bread.

“We’ll wait a while until I’m summoned.”

“You’re going to appear before the people like that?” Cyton asked.

“What’s wrong with my appearance?”

“Your gown is completely see-through. I can see your nipples and—”

“That’s the normal way to dress for a royal princess or a queen.”

“Your servant girl wears a dress that covers everything.”

“She’s a servant. They don’t get to wear this kind of clothing.”

“How can you display your body like that to the people?”

“You’re overreacting, Cyton. Much of this gown covers me.”

“I can see everything.”

“You have dragon’s sight. It’s apparently much sharper than ours. I’ve inspected myself in the mirrors and I look fine.”

“Whatever you say. I can’t tell you what to do in your realm.”

Anya giggled inwardly. She was used to the transparent dresses, although she’d never worn them in public since she wasn’t allowed to leave the women’s quarters. She knew though, from watching her mother dress for special occasions, that the royal women all wore this type of clothing.

She walked ahead of them to the grand entrance, and out onto the balcony to face her people. She looked down. The courtyard was jammed full. People spilled outside of the gates. Whoever was within reaching distance of the castle had gathered. She sat on one of the benches and waited.

Jakea approached her. “Princess Anya, we have turned on the amplifiers for the people outside the castle walls so they can hear you.”

“Good. I’ll address them now.” She had no idea what she was going to say. She would speak from her heart. She stood and walked forward. When she raised her arms, an eerie quiet fell over the crowd.

“My people! Many of you know me as Princess Anya, the youngest daughter of King Daanos. It appears I am the only survivor of the royal family and therefore I lay claim to the throne. Henceforth, I will and shall be your queen.”

A loud cheer rose throughout the courtyard and from beyond.

She raised her arms again until a hush fell over the crowd. “This is the first time in hundreds of years that a queen shall sit upon the throne. I will be choosing council members, guards and servants in the coming days, and I will be making new laws.”

“Princess Anya, where have you been? Who are the barbarians at your side?” a bold man shouted.

She raised her arms and waited for the tumult to cease. “These barbarians are my personal guards. They are dragon men. They saved my life. If it weren’t for them and the dragon folks, I would not be standing before you this day. I forbid anyone to call them barbarians. They are a civilized people, as you will soon discover for yourself when they move among us.”

She told them about her rescue, about her experience living with the dragon folk, but she left out that the two men had lied to her about the aliens being gone. She also didn’t leave out her father’s role in alienating them from the dragon people or why.

“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.