[Silthara Palace—Emperor's Chamber—Day after Day]
The days did not pass in Silthara Palace; they dissolved. Morning blurred into dusk, dusk sank into night, and night returned again like a tide that refused to retreat.
And within the emperor's chamber, the rut of the Serpent King did not weaken; it deepened.
"Hngh… ahh…ahhh...aahhh...hnghhh."
Zeramet drove forward again, both of his cocks burying themselves fully inside his consort. Each thrust ended the same way—his body shuddering as he spilled his essence deep within Levin, filling him again and again.
But still—the rut did not calm; it only burned hotter. Days folded into nights, and still Zeramet remained insatiable.
Meanwhile, Levin's body had begun to fail him. His eyes were swollen from sleeplessness, lashes damp with tears that would not dry. His pale skin was flushed and trembling, his breath uneven after nights of relentless claiming.
SLUMP.
