Serpent Emperor's Bride

Chapter 243: My Stubborn Moonflower

[Healer’s Hut—Continuation]

Levin whimpered, his head thrashing against the pillow as Zeramet circled his fingers inside him.

"Ahngh... Zerr..."

"Yes, my moonflower... your husband is here," Zeramet murmured, his voice a low rumble that coiled around Levin like smoke, "and I am not letting you go. Just hold me tighter."

And then he pulled his fingers out, a wet—POP!!—a wet, obscene sound filled the hut. Levin gasped sharply, his whole body arching as if something had been torn away from him.

Heat crashed through him in a violent wave, his breath trembled, his chest tightened, and his thighs quivered.

"It...it feels...too empty now..." Levin mumbled to himself.

Zeramet chuckled and said, "Are you ready, my moonflower?"

Levin nodded and glanced towards Zeramet, but his eyes widened—horror, shock, and disbelief crashing through him.

Zeramet’s silhouette shifted in the daylight, power coiling beneath skin, ancient lineage stirring. Serpent blood awakening fully with his two cocks.

"Why...why are there two of them? Don’t they appear when you go through a rut?" Levin asked, his fist clenched against the sheets.

Zeramet blinked, seeing Levin’s fearful expression, and smirked, "Are you scared, my moonflower?"

Levin turned his face towards the window, pretending to be brave as he said, "Who’s scared?...I have already taken them inside me...I can take them again."

Zeramet chuckled, saying, "Is that so? But your expression speaks another language."

"It’s been too long, and it only appears during the rut, so why now?"

Zeramet leaned up against him. "It never appears, my moonflower; I just don’t pull them because I’m afraid you’ll be hurt...but today...I cannot hold myself. So now, can I put them both inside you?"

Levin looked at his husband’s innocent expression and melted right away, saying, "S--sure, just...go slow."

Zeramet leaned in before he could form the words; he licked Levin’s ear—soft, dangerous, possessing, heat surged, thick and overwhelming. The hut darkened at the edges, the air shimmered, and the desire took him fully.

Zeramet’s hand slid behind Levin’s back, one last moment of gentleness before the storm was inevitably ready to swallow him, and yet he whispered, "I will try to be gentle...but do not trust this husband of yours, my moonflower."

The word was swallowed by motion. Zeramet moved with predatory swiftness, flipping Levin onto his stomach with a practiced ease that stole another gasp from him. A shudder ripped through Levin as he felt the twin, thick shafts of Zeramet’s cocks press against his twitching hole.

Zeramet rubbed the massive cocks against Levin’s twitching entrance. The sensation was overwhelming, a raw pressure that threatened to split him open before anything even entered.

Levin clenched his fist, saying, "Take it slow. Put one inside. I am not ready to bear another child—"

"Mmph..."

He stopped as he could feel the heavy weight of Zeramet behind him and the immense pressure of those two cocks kneading his entrance.

A small, muffled sob escaped him, distorted by the hand pressed against his lips.

"MMph..."

Levin squeezed his eyes shut again, because it’s been too long for him since he endured Zeramet’s two cocks inside him.

The first cock pressed in, a thick, insistent wedge. Levin felt his stomach distend, a fullness that shocked him, even though nothing had fully entered yet.

And then...THRUST!

Zeramet plunged one of his thick cocks deep inside.

"MMPH... hnggg...!!!"

A tingling vibration, sharp and intense, shot through Levin’s core. Then, with another powerful heave—TWOHP! Zeramet pushed deeper, driving that single shaft further into him.

"MMph..."

A stifled moan escaped Levin, muffled. He felt the rhythmic thrusts, deeper and deeper, each one a jolt that reverberated through his entire frame.

TWOPH! TWOPH!!

’Mmphh... haaah... mmph...’

Levin trembled violently, his body bowing under the relentless thrust of his cock. Zeramet pulled back, only slightly, then slammed forward—THRUST! --his other cock went inside him.

Every fiber of Levin’s being screamed, his body seizing with a violent tremor. Zeramet’s pace quickened, a merciless rhythm that drove him to the brink.

"MMpph... aaahh... haahh ..."

The world narrowed to sensations and to pain and pressure. Then, with a final, shuddering surge—SPLURT!

Warm, thick fluid pulsed deep inside him, and Levin gasped, a ragged, desperate sound.

"Hahh....ungh....haaa..."

He sagged onto the sheets, boneless, lying flat, every muscle screaming, but it wasn’t over. Zeramet’s arms wrapped around his stomach, pulling him up again.

Zeramet’s voice edged with primal hunger. "Consort...let’s change the position."

Levin’s body shook uncontrollably as he pushed himself onto his hands and knees. Zeramet now simply spreads Levin’s entrance wider with his second, massive cock. Levin’s spine arched, a guttural sound torn from his throat.

"Hngh"

And then—THRUUUUUSSSSSRRRRRRRRRRTTT!

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

A blinding flash, a white-hot agony that consumed everything. Levin’s body convulsed, his own seed spurting from his cock onto the rumpled sheets at another round. His swollen belly bulged. Tears poured from his eyes, hot and endless.

"Go slow, Zer...it hasn’t been too long since I delivered. I cannot bear the child this sooner."

Zeramet groaned against his shoulder—deep, primal, and shuddering with possession. His grip tightened on Levin’s hips; his mouth trailed fire down Levin’s nape.

"I apologize, my moonflower, but...I cannot hold myself," Zeramet whispered, voice trembling with feral worship. "It’s been too long, and...I won’t leave my seeds inside you; I will pull out at the right time."

Levin glanced at Zeramet and mumbled, "Make sure you pull out at the right time."

"Yes."

Zeramet mumbled and moved with a hunger and thirst that belonged to long-time separation. Every time he claimed Levin, the world blurred: heat, pressure, trembling, and a fullness that stole his breath and replaced it with helpless, broken sounds.

"H-hhnn... haa Zer—Haaaa....aaahhhh...haa....."

Zeramet’s serpent tongue dragged over his nape, tasting the tears, the sweat, and the shivering skin.

Levin couldn’t moan louder anymore, his voice tangled in his throat, but his body trembled beneath Zeramet’s weight. Tears streaked his cheeks.

"Hngh...ahhh...haaaa..."

Levin’s body arched, helpless, instinctively seeking Zeramet’s cock thrust deeper and deeper into him, and that was all Zeramet needed.

Zeramet’s jaw opened—

BITE!

"Go...deeper..." Levin whispered shakily, his voice breaking apart like cracked pottery.

Zeramet’s answering smirk was molten and merciless. "As my moonflower wishes."

He devoured Levin, again and again, until the line between pain and pleasure blurred into something molten and overwhelming.

When he finally turned Levin onto his back, the sight of Levin trembling beneath him, flushed, eyes unfocused, drew a deep, dangerous growl from his chest.

"So...beautiful..." he mumbled.

Levin glanced at him; every blink was slow, and every inch of him felt claimed, filled, stretched, and overwhelmed.

And the day... just continued.

Levin groaned as Zeramet’s cock went deeper as he was now sitting on his lap, the stretch burning, the pleasure almost unbearable. His cock jerked.

Zeramet, 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 moaned, his body locking up as pleasure and pain exploded through him. His cock pulsed in Zeramet’s grip, his orgasm crashing over him without warning, ropes of cum splattering across Zeramet’s chest, his scales slick with it.

His vision whited out for a second, his body trembling in and out of his stretched hole.

Zeramet growled, his voice rough, his control slipping. "Keep moving, consort; do not stop."

Levin was a mess, his body still twitching, his hole burning, his mind a haze of pleasure. He could feel the thickness inside him, could feel his mate’s control inside him; his hips moved deeper, deeper, and deeper.

Then... SPLURT!!!!

Zeramet filled his sperm inside him, and Levin slumped on his chest, huffing and panting.

"You said...you would pull in time; you lied..." Levin mumbled.

Zeramet pressed a gentle kiss against Levin’s hair; the gesture was slow and tender, and then a faint smile touched his lips.

"I will clean you up later, Moonflower." His golden eyes gleamed mischievously. "Perhaps we should have another round?"

Silence.

The Prime Alpha waited, but no answer came. His brow lifted slightly. "Consort?"

Still nothing.

Zeramet lowered his gaze and immediately froze. Levin had fallen asleep completely, utterly, and hopelessly. His head rested against Zeramet’s chest, hair spilling across warm skin like moonlight scattered upon desert sands. His breathing was soft and even.

Peaceful.

The kind of peace that came only after weeks of carrying too many burdens. For several moments... Zeramet simply stared, then looked at his sleeping husband, then at the ceiling and then back at Levin.

Silence.

The kind that suggested the Prime Alpha was engaged in a fierce internal battle; finally, he sighed.

"Would it be wrong to go another round while he is sleeping?" Another glance toward Levin. The sleeping consort remained entirely unaware.

Zeramet narrowed his eyes, thinking deeply like a king contemplating matters of state. Then he answered himself.

"Yes. It would, probably." He immediately shook his head and gently brushed through Levin’s hair. "No, it’s definitely wrong."

The corners of his lips lifted, warmly and affectionately. Then his expression softened, the amusement fading, leaving only love.

"He carries too much." His fingers continued moving through hair strands. "And yet he still worries about everyone except himself."

The words carried both admiration and frustration because Levin had always been this way, even when exhausted. Even when frightened and even when injured.

He worried about others first and himself last. Zeramet sighed softly, then leaned down. Pressing another kiss against Levin’s forehead.

"My stubborn Moonflower." The title escaped him like a prayer, like an ancient blessing spoken beneath starlit skies and carefully...very carefully... Zeramet shifted lifting Levin into his arms.

As though holding something sacred, something precious, and something irreplaceable. Then he lowered him onto the mattress, slowly and gently.

Making certain not to wake him. Levin stirred slightly, a faint sound escaping him. Then instinctively moved closer, seeking warmth even while asleep. The sight alone nearly made Zeramet smile again.

So he lay beside him, pulling a blanket over them both. One arm wrapped protectively around his sleeping husband.

Outside the healer’s hut...the mountains stood silent beneath the fading sun, the winds whispered through ancient trees, and and the village settled into evening, and within the hut...two eggs resting nearby shimmered faintly beneath the golden light.

Quietly waiting and growing stronger with each passing day.

And as the last rays of sunlight disappeared beyond the mountains, the day ended wrapped in love, comfort, and the kind of happiness neither of them had believed they would ever find again.