The Villainess Winning Back Her Beast Husbands-Chapter 63: Thorne, Hold Me

Two prehistoric pythons were locked in a deadly struggle, and the females of the Grymdale Tribe quickly gathered around.

"Brother Elias! Brother Thorne! Please, stop fighting—" Melora Moretti rushed over, her eyes rimmed with red. She stared in shock at the incomparably valiant, jet-black python, recognizing him instantly.

The Female Leader, Lana, also arrived close behind. Her face went deathly pale as she looked at the shattered and peeling scales on the crimson python.

From under every one of Elias Moretti’s fallen scales, viscous beads of blood oozed out, glinting with lightning under the sun.

Clearly, even though Elias Moretti also possessed a Six-star Mutated Beast Crystal, it was still no match for the roaming Raiden.

Thorne’s Thunder Element talent was a natural counter to beasts. Every crackle of an electric arc scorched Elias Moretti’s hard snake scales, turning them black and causing them to peel back. The air filled with the acrid stench of burning flesh.

He was no match for Thorne.

Thorne’s serpentine body tightened around the crimson python like iron chains. The friction of their scales produced a piercing, metallic screech.

He suddenly raised his head, his crimson forked tongue cutting through the stagnant air.

His dark green, vertical pupils swept over the female Beastmen who were slowly closing in, a cold warning flashing in the depths of his eyes.

He suddenly exerted his strength. His thick tail, carrying the force of Raiden, viciously lashed Elias Moretti, sending the crimson python flying several meters. Only after confirming that his opponent had no strength left to resist did he slowly retreat to Evangeline’s side.

Thorne’s jet-black serpentine body coiled into a defensive posture. His dark green Beast Eyes, sharp as blades, scanned every restless figure in the vicinity, creating an impenetrable shield around Evangeline.

Evangeline reached out and stroked his scales, which felt exquisite to the touch. Her eyes curved into crescents as she smiled.

"Sister Flora... Brother Thorne, he..." Melora Moretti murmured, finding it hard to believe.

Evangeline didn’t explain. She just said, "I’ve found out the antidote for the Viper Saliva. Elias Moretti will recover soon, so you don’t need to worry too much." When she finished, she looked at Thorne. "Shall we go back?"

Thorne lowered his massive body, resting his huge, triangular head on the ground and signaling for Evangeline to sit on him.

Evangeline straddled Thorne’s serpentine body. He was so thick that when she sat on him, her legs dangled in the air, unable to touch the ground. The cold, hard scales were quite uncomfortable and dug into her skin, but the novelty of the experience made up for it.

Evangeline could clearly feel the taut scales beneath her slowly relaxing. Thorne was obviously trying to adjust his body to make her more comfortable, but alas, he wasn’t born the kind of beast suited for riding.

This was a major reason why Snake Beastmen weren’t popular with females on the Beastman Continent.

Compared to cold-blooded Beastmen, fluffy ones were clearly more favored.

Halfway there, Thorne suddenly stopped slithering. He raised his serpentine head high to look at Evangeline, his forked tongue flicking in and out. His gaze finally settled on the area around her Beast Skin Skirt, and his dark green, vertical pupils abruptly narrowed into thin slits. "You’re bleeding?"

Suppressed rage roiled in his voice, as if he were about to devour alive whoever had hurt her.

However, when Evangeline dismounted and Thorne shifted into his human form, he saw that the inside of her thighs had been scraped raw and were bleeding from his hard scales.

Thorne knelt between her legs. His dark green pupils contracted sharply, and his Adam’s apple bobbed a few times.

He stared at the wounds for a long moment, then suddenly lowered his head. His forked tongue carefully licked over the scrapes, every inch treated with the utmost gentleness. He even softened his breathing, terrified of hurting her in the slightest.

"Does it hurt?" When he looked up at Evangeline, the corners of his eyes were red, his handsome, pale face filled with remorse.

’He doesn’t look like a giant snake right now, but more like a big dog that’s done something wrong.’

Evangeline looked down at Thorne kneeling before her, her fingertips gently caressing the slightly reddened corners of his eyes.

The tamed Ferocious Beast had retracted his fangs. Even his breathing became cautious, revealing a heart-softening devotion.

Evangeline wrapped her arms around his neck, hooked her blood-streaked leg over his waist, and whispered against his ear, "It hurts so much..."

Her warm breath brushed past his ear like a feather’s caress. "Thorne, hold me, okay?"

The coquettish lilt at the end of Evangeline’s sentence made Thorne freeze. His arms instinctively moved to support the back of her knees, pulling her securely into his embrace. He looked down into her smiling eyes and nodded. "Okay."

Thorne carried Evangeline back to the cave and gently placed her on the stone bed, then bent down again to look at the wounds on her legs.

Evangeline saw Thorne’s trembling fingertips and soothingly stroked his palm a couple of times. "It’s fine. I was teasing you. It’s just a small scrape, it doesn’t hurt."

She glanced at the wooden tub, its water clear and glistening, then turned back to carefully study Thorne’s pale complexion.

Her gaze slid from his slightly damp bangs to his tense jaw. She suddenly reached out and pinched his chin, her thumb tracing his cool lips with a hint of seduction. "All better? Does it still hurt anywhere else?"

Thorne’s body suddenly tensed. A tremor rippled through his dark green eyes, which churned with a turbulent undercurrent.

The next moment, he leaned forward. His cold lips brushed against her fingertip, and then his forked tongue gently curled out, leaving a hot, wet trail across the pad of her finger. His handsome features were filled with nothing but temptation.

As he raised his eyes, the corners lifted slightly. A bewitching flush rose on his pale face, and even his voice was wrapped in a seductive rasp. "My heart hurts. Flora, will you take a look for me? Please?"

As he spoke, his long, fair-skinned hand took hers and guided it to his chest.

’This... is this really Thorne?’

A turbid mist clouded Thorne’s dark green, vertical pupils. His Adam’s apple bobbed, a flush spread across his pale skin, and fine scales even began to appear on his waist and abdomen. His red lips parted slightly as he softly called her name, "Flora..." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

A Snake Beastman’s courtship: so direct, yet so pitiable.

Evangeline let him guide her fingers, tracing them lightly over his lean waist and abdomen, outlining his taut muscles.

Thorne pressed his forehead against her shoulder, his voice hoarse and trembling, sounding like a plea, yet also like some kind of cautious test. "Flora... may I?"

He was clearly a highly aggressive serpent, yet right now, even his touch carried a restrained tremor.

Evangeline pressed her red lips against his cheek and whispered, "What do you think?"

The Beast Crystal had returned to his heart, the potion had repaired his body, and she could finally see Thorne in all his vigorous glory.

In his snake form, he was powerful and vigorous, strong enough to crush rock, filled with a wild tension that made one tremble.

In his human form, his body was long and slender. The lines of his lean, sharp muscles were fluid, every inch containing a coiled, latent power.

However, the white at the tips of his hair had not returned to its original color with the Beast Crystal’s return.

The temperature in the cave gradually rose.

Mindful that Evangeline was carrying a cub, Thorne restrained the wildness surging in his blood and bones.

He deliberately maintained his human form, his touch exceptionally light as his long fingers caressed her waist and abdomen. Only in the low gasps that occasionally escaped his throat could one still detect the unique hiss of a serpent.

However, when Evangeline’s fingers brushed over the Contract Mark on his neck, Thorne recoiled as if struck by lightning.

His pupils contracted into two dangerous slits. His pale knuckles dug fiercely into the Contract Mark, veins bulging on the back of his hand as if he wanted to gouge out the shameful brand with his bare fingers.

Half a hiss rumbled in his throat before he bit it back between his teeth.

He forcefully suppressed his discomfort and got up from the stone bed, saying in a hoarse voice, "Flora, you must be hungry. I’ll go hunt. The rainy season is almost here, so we need to store a lot of food to get through it safely."

"I’ll be back soon." With that, Thorne left the cave.

Evangeline frowned. ’His body has been pieced back together, but it seems he’s still under a lot of mental stress.’