[Emperor’s Chamber—Continuation]
The Emperor’s Chamber was thick with Levin’s and Zerat’s pheromones.
Zerat’s tan, silver-scaled body glistened under the glow of the chamber and moonlight from outside, his golden eyes locked onto Levin as he squird above him.
Two thick, veined cocks jutted from between Zerat’s legs, their heads already slick with preco and making Levin’s breath hitch. His own dick, hard and leaking, bobbed between his thighs as he tried to sink down onto even one of Zerat’s monstrous cocks.
"Hngh—ah!
Levin’s fingers dug into Zerat’s broad shoulders, his nails scraping against the smooth, warm scales as he rocked his hips, desperate. Zerat’s tongue swirling around his nipple sent a jolt of pleasure straight to his core.
His cock twitched, a bead of preco dripping onto Zerat’s stomach.
Zerat’s voice was a dark purr, vibrating against Levin’s chest, "Consort... you’re clenching so tight. You need to relax."
His free hand slid down Levin’s back, fingers teasing the crack of his ass before pressing lightly against his hole, "Breathe and let in."
Levin whimpered, his lips parted as he panted. He wanted to relax. He wanted to take it, but Zerat’s cocks were thick—thicker than anything from the last ti, and the thought of being stuffed full made his hole flutter helplessly.
"I—I can’t—take—"
Zerat chuckled, low and dark, his fingers circling Levin’s hole before one slipped inside, crooked just right to make Levin’s back arch, "You can, and you will just like last ti."
His other hand gripped Levin’s hip, guiding him down with slow, deliberate pressure. "That’s it... just the tip first."
Levin groaned as the broad head of Zerat’s cock breached him, the stretch burning, the pleasure almost unbearable. His cock jerked, leaking more, "Zer—nngh—too much—"
"You already took both of them inside you, consort; you can do it now as well," Zerat murmured, his golden eyes dark with pleasure as he watched Levin’s face twist in pleasure-pain.
His tongue flicked over Levin’s other nipple, teasing it to a stiff peak before he sucked it into his mouth, biting down just enough to make Levin gasp.
"Ah...hngh..!"
Levin’s breath hitched as another inch slid inside, his body fighting the intrusion even as his mind scread for more. His fingers tangled in Zerat’s long, silver hair, pulling just enough to make him hiss in approval.
"Ah....haaa....mmmph...hngh!"
Zerat’s second cock twitched against Levin’s hole, preco saring against his skin. His voice dropped to a growl. "It’s ti you take both, consort."
His hips rolled upward, pushing another inch inside, and Levin cried out, his cock throbbing, his body trembling.
"Y-you—I—nngh—can’t—" Levin’s protest was weak, his voice breaking as Zerat’s cock hit sothing deep inside him, sending a wave of pleasure crashing through his body.
His own dick leaked steadily, his mind fogging with the need to co.
Zerat’s lips curled into a smirk, "Can’t?"
His hand slid between them, wrapping around Levin’s cock, stroking it in slow, teasing motions, "Or won’t?"
Levin’s hips jerked, his body betraying him as he tried to ride Zerat’s cock, to take more, to feel more, "Haaa.....ahh...haa...Zer..."
Zerat, on the other hand, gripped Levin’s ass, spreading him open as he thrust upward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion.
Levin scread, his body locking up as pleasure and pain exploded through him. His cock pulsed in Zerat’s grip, his orgasm crashing over him without warning, ropes of cum splattering across Zerat’s chest, his scales slick with it.
His vision whited out for a second, his body trembling in and out of his stretched hole.
"That’s it," Zerat growled, his voice rough, his control slipping. "Don’t slow down, consort."
His hand left Levin’s spent cock, gripping his hip instead, pulling him down harder, faster, his cock swelling, his release building.
Levin was a ss—his body still twitching from his orgasm, his hole burning, his mind a haze of pleasure. He could feel the thickness inside him, could feel his Pri Alpha’s control inside him; his hips moved deeper, deeper, and deeper.
Then... SPLURT!!!!
Zerat filled his sperm inside him, and Levin slumped on his chest, huffing and panting.
’Taking two of his insides is harder in this position,’ he thought, snuggling his head against his shoulder.
With deliberate care, Zerat guided him down onto the mattress, arranging him as though laying sothing precious to rest.
Levin lay there, skin warm and damp, lashes fluttering as he caught his breath.
Zerat slid in beside him and drew him back into his arms, one hand settling between Levin’s shoulders, the other tracing slow, grounding circles along his back.
For a long mont, neither spoke.
Then Zerat murmured, half-teasing, half-wondering, "Do Alphas lactate when they bear a life?"
Levin glanced at him, his cheek resting over Zerat’s heart, his voice soft and a little hoarse as he said quietly, "I don’t think so. I may bear a child... but my nature is still Alpha."
Zerat humd, thoughtful, fingers idly mapping Levin’s spine, and said, "Nature has already bent for you through . It would not surprise if it bends again, and...I would like to see your swollen chest."
Levin flushed faintly and pressed his fist against Zerat’s chest, saying, "I’m cold."
Zerat smiled and pulled the covers up around them, tucking Levin in until only warmth remained. His arms tightened protectively.
"Still?" he asked softly.
Levin shook his head, eyes already closing as he whispered, "No, it’s warm."
Zerat’s gaze lingered on him—on the slow rise and fall of his breath, the calm settling over his features. He leaned down and brushed a kiss into Levin’s hair, reverent as a prayer.
Levin drifted, thought loosening into feeling, and thought dimly, ’He is like silver moonlight, warm, steady, and still here. Thank you, Lord Urzan,’ he prayed silently. ’For not taking this one from .’
Outside, the palace rested.
Inside, beneath layered blankets and shared breath, the night wrapped them gently—not with hunger, not with urgency, but with the quiet certainty of love chosen and returned.
And sleep took them, slow and unafraid.
***
[The Next Day—Emperor’s Office—Afternoon]
"...The Red Knight who attempted the assassination," Arkhazunn said lazily, crumbs dusting his fingers as he lounged against a pillar with a plate of cookies, "was not aiming for you, Malik. His true target was your consort."
Zerat’s gaze lifted at once, sharp as he said, "But the spear was aligned with , not at my consort."
Arkhazunn nodded, unbothered, "Correct. Because Captain Varash and the knights guarded him like a temple idol. The assassin couldn’t close the distance." He tilted his head, amused. "So he did the only thing left—he redirected."
"How foolish," Zerat muttered, jaw tightening.
"Foolish," Arkhazunn agreed lightly, then smirked. "Though I must say—your consort noticed before any of us. He outpaced you in alertness."
Zerat’s lips curved, unmistakably proud.
Arkhazunn felt it then—the shift in the room. Not magic. Not pheromone. Sothing softer as he mumbled to himself, "That smile...I never imagined that monsters fall in love."
Zerat’s eyes slid to him—cold as carved obsidian, "I heard that."
"It was intended," Arkhazunn replied cheerfully, popping another cookie into his mouth.
Zerat exhaled through his nose and returned to the parchnts spread before him, "What of the Sirrash heart I entrusted to you?"
Arkhazunn straightened—just a little, "I’ve begun experinting. The Sirrash Queen’s heart contains... anomalies."
Zerat’s brow furrowed, "What kind?"
Arkhazunn’s amusent faded, replaced by focused curiosity, "Particles capable of disrupting high-order magic. Barrier spells—broken for minutes. Perhaps longer."
Zerat stilled, "...Go on."
"And," Arkhazunn added, lowering his voice, "under precise conditions—it may even arrest ti."
Zerat’s eyes widened, "That is impossible. A Sirrash does not possess such power."
"A normal Sirrash does not," Arkhazunn corrected. "An Oga Queen does."
Silence thickened.
Zerat leaned back slowly, "This was our first successful extraction from a Sirrash Oga Queen. We never imagined an Oga Queen’s heart possessed such power. Make sure you uncover everything."
Arkhazunn nodded once, "That is why I’m here to request access to the sealed wing of the Urzan Temple. There are pre-dynastic texts—records forbidden even to High Mages."
Zerat reached for a seal, pressed it into wax with finality, and handed the letter across the table, "You have my permission. But this knowledge should not leave this chamber."
Arkhazunn accepted it with a casual salute. "Do not worry, Malik, I enjoy my head attached."
Zerat waved him off, "Good. Then leave. You’ve eaten half my office."
Arkhazunn grinned as he turned for the door, "I’m off to et soone. Try not to conquer anything without ."
"Get lost," Zerat replied fondly.
The door closed.
And the emperor sat alone once more—with secrets unfolding, with danger sharpening, and with a consort whose vigilance had already changed the course of fate.
"A power that can freeze ti..." he murmured, voice low, thoughtful. "If such a thing truly exists—"
He did not finish the sentence aloud.
He did not need to.
His gaze drifted toward the tall windows where afternoon light spilled across the stone floor, unbroken, obedient to the present. Ti moved as it should—forward, relentless, fair in its cruelty. To halt it... even for monts... would be to unmake the natural order Urzan himself had woven.
"If it falls into the wrong hands," Zerat continued quietly, "the future will not rely bend. It will be strangled."
His thoughts turned, unbidden, to Levin.
To a consort who saw danger before steel moved. Who asked questions others had buried beneath tradition. Who is willing to stand between death and throne without hesitation.
Zerat’s jaw tightened—not with anger, but resolve.
"No," he said softly, as if addressing the chamber itself. "I will not allow a power like that to beco a crown for tyrants or a toy for cowards."
He moved to the window and looked out over palace—the palace roofs, the courtyards, the city breathing beneath ancient stone.
"And if ti itself must be guarded," he added, almost to the wind, "then it will be guarded by serpents who rember what it cost to rule."
Sowhere beyond these walls, Arkhazunn walked toward forbidden knowledge.
Sowhere else, Black Serpents stirred, and sowhere within the palace, Levin—his moonflower, his equal—was already unraveling truths long ignored.
Zerat closed his eyes for a brief mont.
The ga had shifted, and this ti, fate would not move unseen.
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