[Silthara Palace—Emperor’s Chamber—Continuation]
Moonlight spilled across the chamber floor like a blade of silver—cold, ancient, and watching—and all around it, the heat of Zerat’s rut coiled like a living storm.
His pheromones wrapped the air, thick and heavy, pressing against Levin’s skin as if unseen hands were tracing him—claiming him—branding him. Every breath tasted of molten tal and desert thunder.
Zerat sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread, body tense with barely chained hunger.His pupils were thin gold slits—predatory, glowing, and alive with the kind of desire that could devour kingdoms.
And at his feet—kneeling on the cold marble—was Levin. Completely naked, breathless and wrapped in the emperor’s scent like a captured offering... Sucking his cock with desperation.
Levin’s eyes flickered up to Zerst’s face for a brief mont. The sight of the Emperor’s jaw slack with pleasure, of the sweat beading on that tanned skin, sent a fresh wave of heat through Levin’s own body. He hollowed his cheeks, taking Zerst’s cock deeper, the bitter-salt taste of him filling Levin’s senses.
"Hngh..." a low groan rumbled in Zerst’s chest.
One of his hands, which had been resting on the mattress, ca down to tangle in Levin’s hair. His grip wasn’t forceful, but it was unyielding. He didn’t push or pull, just held him there, a claim of ownership.
"Look at you..." Zerat murmured, voice dropping into a rough, sensual purr. "So obedient, so eager to please , and you look perfect on your knees before , my dear."
Levin’s breath hitched, heat shot down his spine, and his body trembled under the weight of those words, of that voice thick with rut.
Zerat leaned forward.
The moon caught in his eyes—those molten-gold pupils expanding, narrowing, drinking in the sight of Levin kneeling before him like an offering at an ancient altar. His voice descended into a dangerous whisper, velvet and thunder intertwined:
"Do not stop... Show what that pretty mouth of yours can do, my consort."
Levin’s eyes widened for a heartbeat—then heat flooded his cheeks.
’He... really knows how to talk in the most sinful way,’ he thought, pulse hamring.
Zerat’s hand slid deeper into Levin’s hair, fingers curling tight—not to hurt, but to bind.He lowered Levin’s face toward his cock with commanding slowness, breath harsh, chest trembling as he rasped:
"Continue... or I will lose the restraint I have left."
Levin’s pulse spiked as he was pulled forward, his body obeying before his mind could catch up. His hands ca up to brace against Zerat’s thighs, the muscles beneath the silk robe tense and powerful, flexing as the emperor spread his legs wider, giving Levin no choice but to lean in.
The heat radiating off Zerat’s cock was almost scorching, the pheromone of him filling Levin’s senses until he could think of nothing else. His mouth watered, his hole twitching as he exhaled a shaky breath against the wet tip of Zerat’s cock.
"Good..." Zerat whispered, the word unraveling with pleasure and danger. "Very good."
His ritualistic grip tightened in Levin’s hair, guiding him with a reverence that felt like worship twisted into hunger.
The room grew hotter and thicker.
"Mmph...mmm...ngh...mm...Ack..." Levin groaned as he sucked farther and farther.
And Zerat?
He loved this site of his consort.
His breath stuttered—a rare, devastating sound from a man who never lost control, and then....THRUST!!!!
Levin’s eyes widened, and tears stread down his cheeks as Zerat grabbed his hair and pushed harder.
"Hmph...mmm..."
"There... consort," Zerat hissed, his voice rough, his free hand coming down to trail along Levin’s spine. The touch was light, almost teasing, but the possessiveness in it made Levin’s skin prickle. "Just like that. Take deeper."
Levin bobbed his head, taking him in as far as he could, his lips slick with spit and pre-cum, his chin glistening, and then... Zerat groaned, every syllable shivering with the first snap of his rut.
"HNGHH"
Levin’s vision blurred, his body trembling as his mouth was stuffed full. Zerat dragged Levin’s chin upward; his fingers dug into the sides of his jaw. He lifted Levin’s face until their eyes locked—gold burning into blue.
"Not a drop," he murmured, breathless, trembling. "Do not waste a single breath I give you. Swallow it all."
Levin’s heart throbbed painfully; heat spread through his chest and belly. He tightened his grip on Zerat’s thighs, swallowing down every single drop.
GULP!!!
And the mont Zerat saw obedience flicker in Levin’s eyes—sothing inside him broke. The air thickened—too thick—Levin felt it press against his spine like a living thing.
’The air... it thickened... his pheromone... it’s rising...’
He barely had ti to think the words when—GRAB!!
Zerat seized Levin’s jaw, pulling him forward in a swift, primal motion. Their lips collided—not gently, not sweetly, but like a storm swallowing a temple.
The kiss wasn’t human, and it wasn’t tender either. It was a beast—hungry, shaking, desperate—claiming the one thing it had been starving for.
Zerat kissed him like he was breath, like he was salvation, like he was the only anchor keeping a god from tearing apart the world.
Levin gasped into the kiss—heat bursting in every nerve—and Zerat devoured the sound, deepening the kiss with a hunger that made the chamber feel too small for both of them.
The emperor wasn’t just kissing him.
He was claiming him, utterly, entirely and dangerously. The rut roared through Zerat’s veins, a wildfire consuming everything in its path. It had consud him, turned the tender serpent into sothing primal.
And Levin?
He trembled—not from fear, but from a profound surrender. He recognized the beast unchained within his husband, an ancient hunger, and knew he had to drown in it.
Zerat’s mouth finally broke from his, "PWAAAHH!!"
Levin gasped, a harsh, tearing sound as air rushed into his starved lungs, "Ack... cough... cough... haaa... haaa..."
He glanced up, vision blurred, but what he saw made his eyes widen.
The gentle serpent, the tender husband only for him, was gone. In his place stood a monstrous shadow.
Pri Alpha, a true serpent, a god in heat.
His golden eyes burned like twin suns. His scales shimred along his arms and jaw—alive, shifting with each breath.
Levin’s heart thudded painfully, ’Is this... truly the rut of a Pri Alpha?’
He tried to crawl backward—just instinctively—but even Zerat’s shadow swallowed him whole, falling over him like a storm that refused to grant escape.
Zerat’s voice dropped—low, thunderous, hungry, "Too late to flee...consort."
The emperor leaned closer, his breath hot against Levin’s cheek. His large hand cupped Levin’s calf, lifting his leg and spreading it wider.
Levin’s breath hitched; he watched, srized and terrified, as Zerat’s hips shifted, pressing the hard head of his cock against Levin’s butt hole.
"You had your chances to escape, little moonflower." The words were a soft growl, a promise, and a threat. "Now it’s far too late. Tonight... I will ensure you carry my heir."
Levin’s eyes widened in horror, "Z-Zer... wait... it could be dangerous... I cannot carry the child—"
But Zerat wasn’t listening, not because he ignored him—but because rut swallowed reason, mind, and rcy. His thick cock tried to enter his butthole. Levin’s gaze darted around the cavernous bedchamber, desperate, searching for anything, anything to loosen him up.
’Is there nothing to loosen ?’
Zerat’s eyes, burning gold in the dim light, followed his desperate search. A predatory smile stretched his lips. He reached for a small, ornate clay vessel sitting on the bedside table.
He didn’t hesitate. He upturned the vessel, and a thick, viscous stream of oil poured over Levin’s straining entrance, slicking the delicate flesh, dripping between his thighs.
POUR—!!
Warm oil spilled slick and sudden, heat running down his skin like molten gold and making the bed wet and oily.
Levin gasped, tears slipping from the shock of sensation.
"Loosen up very well, my moonflower," Zerat purred, his voice like velvet over a stone. "Because the rut of a Pri Alpha Serpent cos in twins of fire...and you will carry the echo of both."
Levin’s breath shattered, ’Two? What two? Why does he keep saying "two"...?
But before his mind could chase the aning—Zerat’s large fingers pushed, a blunt, unyielding force. Thrust. Three fingers, without warning, breached his opening, driving deep, stretching him agonizingly wide.
"Hnghhh...Ahhhh..."
Levin cried out, a sharp, choked sound. His hips instinctively arched, trying to pull away, but Zerat’s grip on his leg was iron.
"Hush, consort." It wasn’t a request. Zerat’s thumb began to circle the entrance, applying pressure, a new kind of torture. "Let prepare you properly for the gifts I intend to bestow."
But Levin did not hear him because... Zerat pushed a fourth finger in, stretching Levin further, deeper.
Levin whimpered, his head thrashing against the pillow, "Ahngh...Zerr..."
"Yes, my dear... your husband is here," Zerat murmured, his voice a low rumble that coiled around Levin like smoke, "and I am not letting you go."
And then he pulled his fingers out, a wet—POP!!—A wet, obscene sound filled the chamber. Levin gasped sharply, his whole body arching as if sothing had been torn away from him.
Heat crashed through him in a violent wave, his breath trembled, his chest tightened and his thighs quivered.
’Why... why do I feel so empty? I need—’His mind stuttered, drowning in fever, ’I need more... I need him—’
But the mont he lifted his gaze toward Zerat, his thoughts shattered. His eyes widened—horror, shock, disbelief crashing through him.
Zerat’s silhouette shifted in the moonlight, power coiling beneath skin, ancient lineage stirring.Serpent blood awakening fully with his two cocks.
And Levin realized—what Zerat ant by "twins of fire."
’What....what ...how can he...how can he have....?’
Zerat leaned in before he could form the words, he licked Levin’s ear—soft, dangerous, possessing.
"A serpent-blood," he whispered, voice thick with rut, "is born with two channels of desire... two paths of claiming... two hungers, my moonflower."
Levin trembled, breath choking on itself. Zerat’s voice deepened, turned molten, "And tonight...you must learn to endure the breadth of your mate’s need."
Levin’s hands shook, his heartbeat thundered. A cold shiver raced down his spine despite the heat suffocating the chamber.
"T-two...?" he whispered helplessly. "Zer... I... I cannot—"
"You will," Zerat whispered, voice reverent and unyielding. "Because as my mate, you will be shaped to bear what others cannot."
He cupped Levin’s cheek with surprising tenderness—danger wrapped inside devotion.
"You were not marked as my mate for nothing. Your body... your scent... your soul..." His forehead pressed against Levin’s. "...they call to mine."
Levin swallowed hard, fear and longing coiling together.
"This... this will be harder than I thought," he whispered shakily.
Zerat smiled—a slow, hungry smile that spoke of domination older than kingdoms.
"My consort, tonight will be harder than anything you have ever known." His lips brushed Levin’s, but just barely. "And yet... you will survive it."
Heat surged—thick, overwhelming.
The chamber darkened at the edges, the air shimred and the rut took him fully.
Zerat’s hand slid behind Levin’s back—one last mont of gentleness before the storm inevitably ready to swallow him.
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