[Emperor's Chamber—Continuation]
The Emperor's Chamber was thick with Levin's and Zeramet's pheromones.
Zeramet's tan, silver-scaled body glistened under the glow of the chamber and moonlight from outside, his golden eyes locked onto Levin as he squirmed above him.
Two thick, veined cocks jutted from between Zeramet's legs, their heads already slick with precome and making Levin's breath hitch. His own dick, hard and leaking, bobbed between his thighs as he tried to sink down onto even one of Zeramet's monstrous cocks.
"Hngh—ah!
Levin's fingers dug into Zeramet's broad shoulders, his nails scraping against the smooth, warm scales as he rocked his hips, desperate. Zeramet's tongue swirling around his nipple sent a jolt of pleasure straight to his core.
His cock twitched, a bead of precome dripping onto Zeramet's stomach.
Zeramet's voice was a dark purr, vibrating against Levin's chest, "Consort… you're clenching so tight. You need to relax."
