Serpent Emperor's Bride Chapter 9: The First Night

[Emperor’s Chamber—Silthara Palace—continuation]

"Open your mouth," Zeramat words were quiet and unhurried—spoken not as an order, but as a certainty.

Levin’s breath trembled. He obeyed, his lips parting just enough, his pulse audible in his ears as Zeramat’s gaze followed the movent with slow intention. His golden serpent eyes traced the curve of Levin’s mouth, as if morizing it.

His thumb brushed Levin’s lower lip, gently. Levin felt a shiver run down his spine, heat blooming when skin t skin. Levin felt Zeramat’s breath ghostly across his face as he leaned closer, and Zeramat planted a kiss on him.

At first, it was gentle.

A soft press of lips, lingering just long enough to ask rather than take. Levin inhaled sharply, the sound catching in his throat, and that alone seed to change sothing, but then the kiss deepened.

Zeramat claid the space between them inch by inch, his hand sliding to the back of Levin’s neck, fingers spreading there, guiding without force. Levin’s breath stuttered, "Mmhh..." a quiet moan slipping free as the Emperor tilted his head, pressing closer.

The sound was soft, "Mmmh..."

Zeramat’s lips moved with patient dominance, drawing out that sound again—deeper, warr, and resonating in Levin’s chest. Levin’s hands clenched in the silk beneath him as another breathless moan broke from his lips, his body reacting before his mind could catch up.

"Hn...ngh..."

Zeramat broke the kiss just enough to breathe against him.

"There," he murmured, his voice low as a prayer spoken in a sealed temple. His thumb traced Levin’s cheek, slow and deliberate. "Do not bind your breath, Consort. I want to hear my na on that pretty tongue of yours."

Zerat pressed his lips to Levin once more as his cheeks burned with sudden, intense heat.

And this kiss?

It was not gentle.

It ca heavy with intent, hunger veiled beneath iron restraint. Zeramat’s mouth claid Levin’s with deliberate dominance, no haste, and no rcy. He tasted him fully now, his tongue drawing Levin in, testing, demanding and owning him.

"Ah—mph—"

The sound slipped free, broken and helpless.

Zeramat deepened the kiss, devouring him, sweeping his tongue into Levin’s and in that mont the air changed. A Pheromone closed around Levin like a tightening coil: the dark depth of black lotus steeped in heat and resin, a pheromone that did not seduce so much as assert. It pressed into his breath, into his pulse, heavy with command, leaving no room for doubt or distance.

When Zeramat finally parted, a slick thread of saliva escaped his lips.

Levin trembled with such intensity. His eyes were wide and unfocused, and his lips were swollen and parted as he dragged in air. Heat flooded his face, pulse racing.

’So the rumors were true; He truly is a beast.’ Levin thought.

Zeramat watched him in silence, head inclined slightly, golden eyes unreadable—ancient, judging, "You look unsettled, Consort. Was I too slow?"

Levin stared, stunned but could not say anything, so he turned his face away instinctively, but Zeramat’s hand caught his chin at once.

Firm. Absolute.

"Eyes on , consort. You’re not allowed to look away, not when your husband is in front of you."

Their gazes locked, gold holding blue like law holding flesh. Levin swallowed, his throat tight, "Yes... Zer."

Zerat smirked, his lips curling into a predatory grin. He slipped off his golden shawl, revealing his muscular, tanned chest with so scars.

His hands rose to cup Levin’s cheeks, thumbs pressing just enough to command attention, drawing him closer. Heat radiated from Zeramat’s body, his pheromones unfurling like a tightening coil—dark, intoxicating, and impossible to ignore.

Zeramat leaned in, mouth finding the curve of Levin’s neck as he sucked and nibbled deeply there, unhurried and possessive.

"Hngh—"

The sound tore free before Levin could stop it, his body betraying him beneath the Emperor’s claim.

A low sound left Zeramat’s chest. "You sll exquisite, consort," he said softly. "Lily—pure and already trembling. I...like that."

Color blood across Levin’s face, pulse racing. Zeramat’s hands moved with intent, sliding Levin’s kurta from his shoulders and letting it fall away as if it were nothing at all.

His gaze followed, slow and assessing his beautiful bare body. His fingers traced deliberate circles around his brownish-pink nipples.

Levin trembled, "Hngh... Please..."

Zerat leaned down, capturing his right nipple in his mouth and he sucked hard, his tongue flicking the sensitive bud as his left hand played with the other nipple.

"Hnngh...hah..." Levin gasped, his head falling back, his body arching into Zerat’s touch.

Zerat pulled back, his lips glistening. "You taste even better than you sll," he said, his voice husky and absolutely dangerous.

He circled the bud with his tongue, rubbing gently at first, making Levin squirm under his touch.

"Mmmh...!"

Levin’s moans dissolved when Zerat pressed harder, rolling it between his fingers. His back arched helplessly, offering himself to him even as he tried to resist.

Zerat bit down on Levin’s collarbone—"Ahhh..." hard enough to sting and soft enough to make his body lt. Levin fingers dug around the sheets.

He drew Levin closer, settling his firm arms around his shoulders, "You may hold , consort. You have all to yourself.

Levin lifted his gaze, tears blurring his vision as the weight of Zerat’s pheromone coiled around him, dense and inescapable as he kissed again.

Zerat groaned against him, the vibration humming through his chest, his mouth pulling, tugging, and savoring him like he was starving. His other hand pinched his left nipple, rolling, rubbing and flicking.

Levin could feel Zerat’s long coiled tongue as his body burned. He trembled against him, wrapped around his shoulders, fingers tangling in his hair.

And when he pulled back and saw Levin all pink, he smirked; his hands reached for Levin’s trousers, lifted his legs into the air, and pulled them off, exposing him completely.

He licked his own lips while gazing at his nude body, saying, "An absolute beauty you are."

In an instant, he stretched Levin’s legs, "Spread wider, consort. This night is ours."

As Levin’s legs were spread wider, Zerat smirked seeing the pink hole of his, "Let’s loosen you up..."

Saying this, Zerat pressed his thumb around his butthole, and—PUSH!!!

"Aaaahhh..." He pushed his huge middle finger inside, making levin’s body jerk instinctively.

Levin trembled, ’Why...why his hands are huge...?’

"Does it hurt, consort?"

Levin trembled, "No...no... I can endure..."

Zerat smirked and leaned closer, asking, "How does it feel?"

Levin glanced at him, trembling, cheeks burning as he opened his mouth to speak, "It’s...ticklish...but not...hurtful."

Zerat smirked and then, without hesitation, he pushed another finger inside.

"Aaagh..." Levin bit his lips; his entire body trembled uncontrollably, torn between panic and pleasure.

"So...beautiful," Zerat smirked as his fingers continued stretching and stroking.

"Hngh...aahh..." he rubbed his buttocks, stretching, stroking, and thrusting his fingers in and out.

Levin went all pink and panicked. ’Is...this how it supposed to feel?’

...and another...PUSH!!!

Levin shattered, "Hnghh...aahhh—!"

He cried out, his spine arched, his head thrown back and his thighs trembled uncontrollably.

Zerat kissed his forehead. "One day... I’d like to watch you touch yourself, consort. But right now..." he nibbled his ear, where the silver earrings hung. "Let’s not waste any more ti, and Mark you."

And as he drew his fingers out...

SPLURT!!!

Warm sperm were released, painting his own belly. Levin’s chest heaved with ragged breath, and when he looked at Zerat, he licked the fingers he’d placed inside him.

Levin’s eyes widened. "Your radiance...what...what are you---?"

"Delicious," he muttered.

Levin cheeks went pink and Zerat reached down his trousers, pushed past his hips and as Levin glanced at it, his eyes went wide slightly.

’Why...why is that thing so huge? How can that thing get inside ?

And...the night has just begun.