Serpent Emperor's Bride-Chapter 87: "The Bath Chamber"

[Silthara Palace — Inner Bathing Chamber — Continuation]

Moonlight spilled across the marble floors of Silthara Palace.

Within the inner bathing chamber, warm steam rose slowly from the ancient stone pool, coiling through the air like pale serpents awakened from long sleep. The chamber itself had been carved centuries ago for the rulers of Zahryssar, its pillars etched with the stories of kings who had ruled before memory was written.

The water was no longer still.

It shimmered softly beneath the silver light.

Levin sat upon Zeramet’s lap within the wide pool, naked, trembling, his pale skin warmed by the water and flushed faintly with heat. Zeramet’s two cocks kept touching Levin’s belly button, causing his breathing to become uneven; his fingers curled against Zeramet’s chest as if to steady himself.

He rested his head against the Prime Alpha’s shoulder, trying to hide the color rising along his cheeks.

Zeramet watched him quietly; there was a slow amusement in his golden eyes as he murmured, "We will do something... different tonight, my consort."

Levin stirred slightly and looked up at him, blue eyes uncertain but curious, and asked softly, "Different? What do you mean...?"

Zeramet did not answer immediately. Instead, he reached behind him and lifted a small bronze bowl filled with oil. The pheromones of dark lotus and lily drifted through the steam.

Then---POUR!!!!!!

He poured a thin stream of oil across Levin’s firm butt line.

TWITCH!!!

Levin’s whole body twitches and shivers faintly with the coolness of the oil, and—DRIP!! DRIP!!!!!

The oil traced slowly down the curve of his butt before disappearing beneath the water with soft ripples.

Zeramet watched the movement with quiet fascination, mumbling, "Just as I assumed, it is interesting."

Levin buried his face briefly against his shoulder, embarrassed by the attention. Zeramet leaned closer and brushed a slow kiss along the side of his neck, and fingers moved towards his asshole.

"Do you like this feeling, consort?"

Levin only moaned in reply, "Hngh—!!" as the oil dripped from the curves of his butt.

Zeramet’s arms tightened slightly around his butt, stretching it wider. "Raise your butt, my moonflower."

Levin obeyed and raised his butt slightly, and his fingers gripped Zeramet’s shoulders as the warmth of the bath and the closeness between them deepened.

"You tremble so beautifully," Zeramet observed. "Now, allow me to make it worse."

The water stirred as Zeramet turned into half human and half serpent, drawing Levin closer within the shelter of his embrace. His touch remained deliberate and reverent, as though he were studying something sacred rather than merely holding his consort.

And—THRUST!!!

He thrust his tail inside his butthole—"HNGH!!! AAHH...zer...wait..." Levin trembled beneath him, his eyes wide as he looked at Zeramet... "Please...please take it out—hnghh!!!"

Inside his hole, Zeramet’s tail moved, tingling him inside, and Levin slumped on his shoulder.

"Ahh...ahh...zerr...it’s...weird..."

Inside his hole, Zeramet’s tail began to move. It wasn’t a simple thrusting motion but a sinuous, exploratory dance. The slick, smooth surface glided against his sensitive inner walls, sending a cascade of tingling, electric jolts through him. It was a deeply weird feeling, a mix of sharp discomfort and a strange, unwelcome warmth that bloomed in his gut. The muscles in his legs gave out, and Levin slumped forward, his forehead coming to rest on Zeramet’s shoulder, his body limp.

"Ahh...ahh...zerr...it’s...weird..." Levin mumbled into the cool skin of Zeramet’s neck.

His own hips twitched involuntarily, a reflexive attempt to escape, but Zeramet’s grip was like iron. One powerful arm was locked around his waist, holding him flush against his chest, pinning him in place.

Zeramet simply stared down at him, his expression unreadable, his head tilted as if fascinated.

"Zer...please...take it out...it’s really...weird..." Levin’s voice was muffled.

He could feel the tail shifting again, stretching his hole wider. It pushed deeper, the tip questing, searching, until it found a small, intensely sensitive bundle of nerves deep within him.

The pressure against his prostate was direct and unrelenting, and a jolt of pure, white-hot pleasure shot through his pelvis, so intense it was almost painful. His dick, which had been soft with fear, gave a hard throb against his thigh.

"Do you not like it?" Zeramet’s voice was a low hum that vibrated through Levin’s entire body.

The scent of his pheromones thickened in the air, a rich, musky aroma that clouded Levin’s senses, making his head swim and his body feel heavy with a reluctant heat.

Levin squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the conflicting signals. The pain was still there, a dull, persistent ache from being stretched so wide, but it was now tangled with a horrifying, building pleasure.

He nodded frantically against Zeramet’s shoulder. "Yes...please take it out...I do not like it..."

The words were a lie, and they both knew it. His body was betraying him, his hips rocking in tiny, aborted circles, trying to chase that pressure against his prostate even as his mind screamed for it to stop.

Zeramet ignored his plea completely. Instead, the tail inside him swirled, the tip corkscrewing against his spot.

"Hngh...ahhh...aahhh...." A broken moan spilled from Levin’s lips.

Sweat beaded on his forehead and trickled down his temples, mingling with the tears that now leaked freely from the corners of his eyes.

"Tell me what you need, consort." Zeramet’s voice was a silken command.

Levin huffed, the sound half-sob, half-gasp. He lifted his head, his vision blurry with sweat and tears, and glared at Zeramet through his lashes.

Their faces were so close, his eyes glowing with a faint predatory light.

"Anything but not your tail—" Levin’s voice shattered; the plea was torn from his throat.

Zeramet drove his fingers deeper, his voice a dangerous purr. "Tell me exactly what you crave, consort."

Levin’s body trembled, and he was ashamed to say, "Please... put it in... I need you... I need you, Zer..."

Zeramet’s eyes darkened with hunger, unsatisfied. He twisted his fingers mercilessly, striking his sensitive place that made Levin see stars. "I belong to you, consort... but I want to hear you beg for what you desire."

Levin broke, tears streaming down his flushed face.

"Please—" He collapsed against Zeramet’s shoulder, fingers digging into immortal flesh. "Put...your cock...inside me... Zer..."

Zeramet froze, then a predatory smile spread across his face. His tail withdrew with a violent sound that echoed through the chamber. His form shifted, rippling into his human shape.

"There... my consort who knows how to drive his husband into madness..."

He seized Levin’s hips with bruising force and SLAMMED forward.

Zeramet’s massive length impaled him completely. Levin’s scream tore through the air as his body stretched beyond its limits. Zeramet growled against his ear, "Take all of me, my moonflower; your body was made for this."

Levin trembled violently and collapsed against that broad chest, tears flowing freely as Zeramet lifted him in the water, spreading his thighs wide to expose him completely. Zeramet captured his face, golden eyes blazing.

"Beautiful..."

Then he unleashed himself—each thrust more savage than the last, driving impossibly deeper. Levin’s mind fractured into primal sounds, his voice breaking as Zeramet claimed him without mercy.

’I’m losing myself—first his tail and now—’

Zeramet captured both Levin’s wrists in one powerful hand, pinning them above his head as he hooked Levin’s legs over his shoulders. "Don’t move."

Levin’s gaze locked on Zeramet’s face—transformed by lust, golden eyes incandescent with power, and each breath a feral growl. Something impossible happened—Zeramet’s already massive length began to swell further inside him.

"Wait—Zer—you’re growing—!" Levin gasped, his body stretched beyond imagining.

Zeramet snarled, driving deeper into that tight heat.

Levin sobbed, "More—please go deeper—"

Zeramet’s smile turned wicked. "More?"

He licked the tears from Levin’s face, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper, "My moonflower begs so prettily for his own destruction."

With a savage thrust that made Levin see stars, Zeramet vowed, "I will flood you with my essence, consort... and if you spill a single drop, I’ll start again until you learn to keep every part of me inside you."

The marble bath chamber echoed with their sounds, steam rising around them like ghostly witnesses. Levin’s back arched against the slick tiles as he gasped, "Hnghh....aahh....aahhh..."

Each moan tore from his throat as Zeramet continued his relentless rhythm, muscles rippling beneath bronze skin.

"Do not cum without me, consort..." Zeramet’s commanding voice reverberated through the humid air.

The tension built between them like a gathering storm, crashing over them in waves of pleasure. Levin cummed suddenly, his body convulsing as Zeramet filled him with his essence. Levin’s entire being shuddered, overwhelmed by sensations that bordered on both agony and ecstasy.

Levin struggled to catch his breath, perspiration gleaming on his flushed skin, tears clinging to his lashes like morning dew.

Zeramet’s lips curved into a predatory smile as he whispered, "Do not relax yourself, my moonflower. You’re not leaving our chamber for several nights."

With effortless strength, Zeramet flipped him onto his back, looming over him like a conquering god.

"We’ve only just begun," he promised, his eyes dark with insatiable hunger. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

With another powerful thrust that drove the air from Levin’s lungs, Zeramet resumed his possession, determined to ensure not a single drop of his essence escaped the trembling body beneath him.