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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.”

He stepped toward her and grabbed her by the shoulders. He wasn’t a big man. He wasn’t much taller than she was, but he was a royal guard and due to his training, very strong. She tried to wriggle loose, but failed.

“Look at you. How can you display yourself like that while you’re still a virgin! You’ll wed me, Princess! And I’ll make sure it happens, right here, right now!”

He threw her to the ground, pinned her legs beneath him and held her arms above her head, then he tore her gown from neck to hem, the fragile material easily giving way under his assault. Shame flooded her as she lay exposed and witnessed the crazed, hateful lust in his eyes.

Anya opened her mouth to scream, but he clapped a hand over her lips. He let go off her wrists and in a flash produced a dagger. “Don’t scream. I’ll slit your throat.”

“I wouldn’t be much good to you dead,” Anya said when he removed his hand.

He forced her legs apart, drool dripping from his slack lips.

“You would dare lay hands on the princess,” Cyton’s dragon voice thundered.

Yerith plucked the man off her as if he were nothing but a pesky spider.

Dangling from Yerith’s hand, Sorlos tried to use the dagger but his thrusts only met air.

“What do you want us to do with him,” Cyton asked while helping her to her feet. He picked up her fallen cape and draped it around her.

Anya had never felt such disdain for one of her people. “Let him go. He’ll never be a member of the royal guard again. That’s his punishment. He can go work for his father.”

“You’ll pay for this, Anya,” Sorlos snarled.

“Princess, are you sure you want us to let him go?” Yerith asked.

“Yes. Set him free.” Looking at the man her father had chosen for her, she shuddered then said, “Sorlos, you are never to set foot on royal property again or you’ll face death. Is that understood?”

He didn’t answer. Yerith set the man on his feet. Straightening his shoulders, Sorlos turned his back on them and walked toward the courtyard.

“You should have had us throw him in the dungeons, Anya. I think the man poses a danger. You’re going to make me your royal advisor, then you should heed my warnings,” Cyton said in a stern voice. “He was ready to take you by force.”

“He was under the impression that by doing so, it would force me to enter into a union with him.”

“That man was your betrothed?” Yerith asked, shaking his head.

“Yes. This is the second time in my life I’ve met him and he produced the same revulsion within me as I felt the first time.”

“Your father would have forced you to marry him against your wishes?”

“Yes. That was the law, the way of our people. Take notice. I said,
was
.”

“You mentioned in your speech you were going to change the laws. It’s a good thing,” Cyton said.

“I think I’d like to retire. This little drama has drained me.”

“Anya, we need to train you, teach you to defend yourself—although soon you’ll be able to shift. As dragoness, you’ll be very strong. You’ll also have magical abilities,” Yerith told her.

“I wouldn’t mind learning to wield a sword and a knife. I always wanted to learn, but of course, it was unheard of for a girl to even look at a sword, let alone hold one.”

They escorted her back to her quarters and took up their posts outside her door. Anya closed the door and dropped the cape on the floor. She removed the tattered dress and threw it aside then took off her sandals. As she lay on her bed, she looked at the gossamer curtains billowing into the room. A cool breeze whispered into the room and caused her to sit upright. She hadn’t yet gathered a royal guard, nor guards for the palace walls. Not that she feared invasion, but Cyton was probably correct in his assessment of Sorlos. The palace gates were not closed either. Sorlos could enter her chamber while she slept. She jumped off the bed and opened the door.

“Cyton, Yerith, I need you to stay with me tonight. There are no guards on the walls and the gates are open. Tomorrow, Yerith, you need to assemble a royal guard and hire guards for the palace and the walls. We need to keep the gates closed. Cyton was right. I can’t trust Sorlos.”

They joined her and sat on the bed with her. “You’ll share my bed tonight. I will not have you sleeping on the floor.”

She lay in the middle of the bed against the pile of silk pillows and watched them remove their boots, their loincloths and braces. Cyton leaned his axe against the bed before he sat beside her and Yerith did likewise with his massive hammer.

“Are you all right, Anya?” Yerith asked and played with her hair.

“Yes, I’m fine now I have my men with me.”

Cyton moved closer and reached for her breast. He tweaked her nipple hard causing her to yelp. “That hurts.”

“I’m sorry.” He bent down and sucked the offended nipple. She arched her hips when her pussy pulsed. Yerith tackled her other nipple. They squeezed and massaged her breasts until she could barely stand the pleasure knifing through her. Yerith let go off her breast and knelt between her legs. His chest glittered gold as did his face and his cock was huge. Thrill upon thrill crept to her throat, through her belly, as he parted her folds and ran his fingers up and down her slit. Cyton’s fingers traced the curve of her breasts, first one, then the other. He sucked each nipple in turn until they were huge and hard. His lips sought hers and she parted them eagerly. He touched her lips gently, caressing them, then licking them sensually with his dragon tongue. His face was silvery. Like Yerith, his cock was fully erect and throbbing. It was at least as thick as her forearm. She reached for it and ran her fingers along the protruding veins. She didn’t want to help him come, not yet. Let them tease her first—tantalize her, until the heat within her turned into an inferno.

Yerith’s finger pushed into her. She lifted her hips eagerly. “Yes, oh yes, it feels so good,” she whispered pulling away from Cyton’s searching tongue, but he soon claimed her lips again, silencing her, as he probed inside her mouth with his forked tongue. Yerith entered her with more fingers and swirled them inside her vagina. She lifted her hips, wanted him to pump those fingers. Her pussy stretched, she came, her juices spilling. Yerith’s face was between her legs slurping her juices, his tongue licking her slit clean, probing between all her folds, curling around her clit.

Cyton sat up, threw a leg over her and leaned forward, dangling his cock near her lips. It was too big. It would never in a million years fit in her mouth, but she could play with it. She licked the glittering head, the enormous slit and poked her tongue inside it. To her surprise, her tongue slid inside the hole easily. This turned her on even more. Yerith’s finger entered her anus. He dug deep inside the anal passage and at the same time entered his fingers into her vagina.