[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.
