Bride of the Serpent King-Chapter 51: His Queen’s Desires

Chapter 51: His Queen’s Desires

"My Queen! My Queen!"

Everett’s voice echoed, and Zaiyila, still lying snugly in his embrace, suddenly snapped back to reality. Her smile froze as she blinked several times, looking up at him in confusion.

"Don’t tell me I imagined that!" she exclaimed inwardly, completely speechless.

Everett chuckled softly and gazed down at her, lifting her chin with gentle fingers before pressing a kiss to her lips.

"What’s my Queen thinking about so early in the morning?" he asked, a sweet smile curving his mouth.

Zaiyila blinked again, feeling flustered.

"I... I..." she stammered, at a loss for words. Finally, she blurted out, "Can I see your horns, husband?"

Everett studied her for a moment, clearly understanding her intention.

"Seeing, but not touching," he warned.

"I’ll touch," Zaiyila replied immediately, almost pouting.

"Then I’d rather not let my Queen see them," Everett countered with a small smirk.

"That’s what I want! I want to see and touch them!" Zaiyila demanded, throwing a little tantrum like a spoiled child.

Everett sighed heavily. "Can I even say no to you?" he murmured before letting his horns materialize—majestic and imposing atop his head.

Zaiyila’s face lit up with a bright, sweet smile. She pounced on him, reaching out to touch the horns carefully, as if afraid she might hurt him.

"You are so handsome!" she praised, leaning forward to kiss one.

Whether intentionally or not, her blossoms were suddenly just an inch away from Everett’s face.

Everett gulped hard and clenched the bedsheets tightly, struggling to maintain his self-control. "Damn, can I really hold back?" he thought, his gaze glued to her heaving chest.

"Damn!"

With a groan under his breath, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down until her breasts pressed firmly against his face.

Zaiyila gasped in surprise, then broke into a wide, happy smile. "Am I making progress? I’m not just imagining things anymore, right?" she thought joyfully.

Everett wasted no time. He used his mouth to draw out her breast from its cover, sucking hungrily.

"Mhm!" Zaiyila moaned loudly, her body trembling with pleasure as electric shocks coursed through her. Her eyes fluttered shut, and a strange heat bloomed between her legs.

"Eve... Eve, I’m feeling itchy down there," she whimpered.

Without hesitation, Everett slipped his hand into her underwear and found her already slick and waiting for him.

"Oww!" Zaiyila cried out, clutching the bedsheet tightly. "Eve!" she moaned his name.

While his mouth worked her breasts, his fingers worked magic lower down. He shifted their position, pinning her beneath him as he looked into her flushed face.

"My Queen loves to seduce me so much that I’m losing all control," he rasped, voice thick with desire, as he sped up his fingers, massaging her core expertly.

"I... I...mhm...oww! I...I didn’t... ahh! Will... will you do it now?" Zaiyila pleaded, her eyes glistening with tears of pleasure. The sensations were too much, yet somehow not enough.

"Well," Everett murmured, burying his face against her chest, "what does my Queen want now? Me inside you—or for you to orgasm?" he asked seductively, lightly biting her nipple and sending shockwaves through her entire body.

"Oh My!" Zaiyila moaned loudly, her voice raw with need.

"My Queen hasn’t answered yet," Everett teased, deliberately slowing his hand’s movements.

Zaiyila noticed immediately and tried to grind against him for more friction, but Everett simply bit her again, shattering her focus.

"Eve, please!" she sobbed out.

"You didn’t answer, my beautiful Queen," Everett coaxed, clearly enjoying the way she squirmed beneath him.

"I... ah! I...I didn’t hear you!" Zaiyila cried, two tears slipping from her eyes in sheer desperation.

"I asked if my Queen wanted me inside her—or if she preferred to orgasm first," he repeated tenderly, kissing her tears away and resuming his fast, relentless touch.

"I... I don’t... don’t know," she stammered between ragged moans.

"Hmm?" Everett hummed, urging her on.

"I...I want both!" Zaiyila cried out breathlessly.

Everett chuckled, voice rich and teasing.

"Tsk, greedy little Queen. You have to pick one," he insisted.

"Eve, please! I’m feeling too weird!" Zaiyila screamed.

"I want you! I want you inside me!" she cried out shamelessly.

Everett chuckled darkly. "Even now, you still know exactly what you want," he mused, dipping down to lavish her breasts with attention once more.

"Ahn! Ahh! Put... put it in before... ahh!" Zaiyila begged, her words dissolving into a mess of moans as Everett’s fingers sped up even more.

"F*ck!" she shouted suddenly, the vulgar word slipping from her lips without a second thought.

Everett froze momentarily, genuinely surprised—and deeply amused—by her outburst.

"What did my Queen just say?" he whispered teasingly.

"I said... you should put... put it in before I... ahh... before I release that thing," she whimpered incoherently.

"Not that one, my Queen," he coaxed with a sly smile.

"I... I don’t remember," Zaiyila admitted honestly, her mind in complete disarray.

Everett’s smile widened even more. He pressed a kiss to her lips, then gazed into her dazed, tearful eyes.

"You’ll release soon," he promised.

"No... I... want... you..." Before she could finish, Everett increased the speed of his fingers, shattering her ability to form words.

"Go faster, please! Yes! Ahh! F*ck, it’s coming!" Zaiyila screamed, her voice echoing in the room.

Everett kept going, pushing her higher and higher. Her screams grew louder until, with a final cry, she tumbled over the edge.

Her body trembled as her orgasm washed over her. Her breathing came in short, ragged gasps, and her eyes barely remained open.

"That’s great progress. My Queen lasted longer this time," Everett praised warmly, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, then to her cheek.

"I... are you okay?" Zaiyila asked in a whisper so faint it barely reached his ears.

"Let me help," she offered, her eyes already fluttering shut.

Everett chuckled quietly.

"Maybe when you wake up. You’re too weak even to talk properly—how could you help?" he teased, lifting her up effortlessly in his arms.

He carried her to the bathroom, cleaned her gently, and dressed her carefully before tucking her back into bed.

"It’s really hard being a man. Damn! I’m so hard right now, even touching myself won’t help," he muttered, sighing heavily.

"A cold bath should do the trick," he grumbled before stealing one last kiss from her peaceful lips.

As soon as the bathroom door locked behind him, a beautiful glow appeared on Zaiyila’s forehead—a single, small shimmering blue petal blooming, majestic and ethereal, adding an even more breathtaking layer to her natural beauty.

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