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We establish a gradual rhythm, exploring a pace that keeps her comfortable.

She gasps with each inward push, biting her lip as pleasure flashes across her features.

My chest thuds with the force of my heartbeat.

I watch her face, enthralled by every flicker of sensation.

The second shaft nudges her folds, seeking that familiar alignment.

She swallows hard, nodding again, inviting me to proceed. I do so with utmost care.

A shiver jolts through her as I slip in, barbs meeting slick resistance that morphs into pleasure.

I see her eyes roll back, a soft cry escaping.

The bed creaks under our combined weight, but we barely notice.

My tail coils around her other leg, anchoring her as I settle into a tender thrusting motion. Our lips meet again, stifling moans.

Her hands slide down my back, nails teasing the edges of my scales.

Each thrust draws me further into her warmth, a reminder of how far we’ve come from fear and condemnation.

We’re forging this bond again, not out of defiance but the pure need to cherish one another.

She arches, exhaling my name in a tremulous plea.

I groan, burying my face against her neck, pressing kisses along her throat.

“Vahziryn,” she gasps, voice trembling with both passion and an undertone of something deeper, a question or request.

I sense what she wants before she speaks. The ancient vow: a final mark of our forever union. We sealed it in the capital with rites, but this is the personal act, the bite that merges my venom with her blood in a gentler way. My tail tightens. She nods in silent affirmation, eyes shining.

I slow my thrusts, leaning up to capture her gaze. “Are you certain?” I ask, breathing ragged.

She cups my cheek, half-lidded eyes reflecting unwavering trust. “I’ve already survived your venom once,” she whispers. “This time, we do it without terror, but with love.”

An overwhelming surge of emotion grips me.

My tail loops around Mira’s waist, lifting her hips slightly, cradling her with a reverence I can no longer suppress.

She whimpers, arching into me, and I press forward, sliding both my cocks deeper into her pussy until the barbs catch inside her heat.

The angle tightens, her swollen belly cushioned against my chest as her thighs tremble around my hips.

“Vahziryn,” she breathes, voice unraveling like silk. “Right there—don’t stop?—”

The plea sinks into my bones. “You feel like fire,” I growl, barely holding back the sharp edge of my need. “So fucking wet, Mira. You take both of me like you were made for this—made for me .”

She moans, her pussy clenching around both thick shafts, barbs locking in again and again as I grind deeper.

Each slow thrust makes her cry out, her voice trembling with the stretch and the friction.

My lower cock is buried to the hilt, barbs dragging against her slick walls, while the upper one presses tight against her sweet spot, the sensitive ridge between them grinding her clit with every stroke.

I can feel her unraveling—body trembling, nails carving into my scaled shoulders.

“I’m close,” she gasps, lashes fluttering as her eyes roll back. “You’re… gods, you’re everywhere inside me.”

My breath shudders. The sensation is maddening—her tight pussy swallowing both shafts, squeezing that sensitive space between them, milking me so perfectly I can barely keep from spilling already. But I want her to fall first. I want her shattered in my arms.

“You’re doing so well,” I murmur against her throat, trailing kisses down her collarbone. “So beautiful, Mira. My mate. My everything.”

She clutches my jaw, dragging my mouth to hers, and we kiss—wild, uncoordinated, desperate.

Her tongue tangles with mine, her hips lifting in frantic, shallow thrusts that meet every roll of my body.

My tail slides lower, curling beneath her ass, giving me the perfect leverage to rock into her harder.

The slick heat of her, the stretch of being completely inside her, the feel of her swollen belly pressed between us—it nearly undoes me.

“Let me ride you,” she whispers, breaking the kiss, breath hitching. “I want to feel everything. I want to see you lose control.”

Gods.

I nod, pulse thundering in my throat. Carefully, I roll onto my back, cradling her as she straddles my waist, hips cradled by the thick band of my tail.

My cocks remain inside her, both still locked in place, and the adjustment sends a shudder through her body.

She’s panting as she settles above me, her hands braced on my chest, knees wide.

I take in the sight of her—sweat-slick skin glowing in the candlelight, her hair falling in wild waves down her back, the round curve of her belly between us, our child caught in this intimate web of movement and love.

She lifts slightly, barbs tugging on her walls, and sinks down again with a moan that splits the air.

“Oh—fuck Vahziryn?—”

“Ride me,” I rasp. “Take what you need, Mira. I’m yours.”

She moves. Gods, does she move. Rolling her hips in tight, controlled circles, grinding her clit against the slick ridge between my shafts.

Her head falls back, mouth open, hair brushing over her shoulders like a dark waterfall.

My hands grip her waist, thumbs stroking her trembling skin, guiding her as she rides me harder, faster.

Every drag of barbs makes her gasp, cry out, her pussy gripping me in helpless pulses. I can feel how close she is—every clench telling me she’s ready to break.

“Vahziryn,” she whimpers, eyes locked on mine. “I want your bite. I want the bond.”

My chest goes tight. “Are you sure?”

She nods, wild and radiant. “Do it when I come. Mark me while I fall.”

Gods.

I shift upward, wrapping my arms around her back as I sit, pressing her against my chest. Her thighs straddle me, one hand on my shoulder, the other buried in my hair. She bounces in my lap, each thrust shallow but sharp, both cocks stroking her from within.

We’re flush together now—breath mingling, heartbeats crashing.

And then her body stiffens. “Now Vahziryn—please?—”

She shatters.

Her pussy spasms violently around both cocks, milking the ridge between them, drawing a guttural growl from my throat. My barbs flare as her orgasm hits, locking me inside her slick heat. And in that moment, I angle my face to her neck and sink my fangs in.

She cries out, not in pain—but in surrender.

My venom flows—a small dose, ceremonial. Enough to mark her, to seal us. Her pulse races under my tongue as her body clenches around me again, dragged into another wave of pleasure by the bite alone.

That breaks me.

With a roar, I thrust once more and come deep inside her.

My lower cock jerks, releasing in thick, hot spurts.

The sensation is unbearable—pure ecstasy, sharpened by the way her walls squeeze every drop from me.

The upper shaft throbs against her soaked clit, overstimulated by the pressure, the slickness, the way she shakes in my arms.

I lick the wound at her shoulder clean, soothing it with soft strokes of my tongue. “You’re mine now,” I murmur, chest aching with how much I feel. “Not by force, not by tradition. But by choice.”

She smiles through the afterglow, tears clinging to her lashes. “I’ve always been yours.”

We lie back, limbs entwined, her body soft and boneless on top of me. My cocks slowly soften, barbs retreating as I pull out, careful not to cause discomfort. Warmth leaks from between her thighs, and I hiss softly at the sight—satisfaction, possession, love.

Candlelight flickers across her flushed skin. I brush my fingers over her belly, then up to the mark on her neck. The bite is faint, but it’s there. Proof of our bond. Proof that no council, no law, no ancient curse can break what we’ve built.

I kiss her temple, whispering promises I can’t yet name.

And in the hush of our jungle estate, with her heartbeat steady against mine, I finally understand what peace feels like.

She nods, eyes closing as she snuggles closer, a soft smile curving her lips. “More than all right,” she manages, voice hoarse. “That was... everything.”

My chest swells with relief. I brush my palm gently over the bite on her shoulder, finding only a faint mark, a slight break in the skin. “You carry my venom again,” I whisper. “This time not in challenge, but in devotion.”

She shivers, placing her hand over mine. “I feel it, a warm pulse in my veins, but no pain.” She meets my gaze, eyes brimming with contentment. “I love you, Vahziryn. No matter what tomorrow brings, I’m yours as an equal, never a servant.”

Emotion wells in me, overwhelming. I cradle her face, tail winding around her waist again. “You’ve never been a servant,” I say, voice unsteady. “I was too blind to see it at first, but you were always my equal. My sanctuary.” My heart hammers as I let the final words spill: “My mate.”

Tears spill down her cheeks. She presses her mouth to mine in a tender kiss, lingering and reverent, no frenzy, just the echo of everything we’ve fought for. The bed creaks as we shift closer, her belly resting gently against me. A hush pervades the room, deeper than any silence we’ve known before.

Eventually, she lays her head on my shoulder, lulled by exhaustion and the afterglow’s softness.

I keep an arm around her, tail draped protectively over her thighs.

My double shafts retract carefully, barbs no longer pressing, the wave of ecstasy fading into quiet intimacy.

We share a few slow breaths, then she murmurs, “We’re truly free now. ”

I hold her closer. “Free to shape our life,” I say softly, chest tight with gratitude. “I renounced everything, but gained so much more: a mate who accepted my darkest secrets and survived my venom not once, but twice.”

She chuckles, a sleepy warmth in her voice. “Your venom can’t scare me anymore.” Her eyelids droop, and she nestles into the crook of my arm. “Tomorrow, we can plan the orchard replanting, or decide to roam beyond the nest’s borders. The choice is ours.”

My throat constricts at the thought of such simple, precious plans. “Yes,” I whisper, tail flicking once in satisfaction. “We’ll do all of it, at our pace. No council, no forced exile.”

She nods, drifting. Her breathing deepens, the tension draining from her limbs.

I remain awake a while longer, stroking her hair in the dimly lit chamber.

My eyes roam over her shoulder, spotting the faint bruise where I bit her.

Guilt stings for an instant, but then I recall the ecstasy in her cry, the acceptance in her gaze.

This mark cements our bond, not in pain but in a final vow of trust.

A gentle wind wafts through the open window, rustling the curtains.

The jungle’s nocturnal chorus rises—chirping insects, distant croaks, the hush of wind through tangled vines.

I close my eyes, letting that lullaby wash over me.

She rests against me, warm and safe, our child tucked between us.

I sense a faint stirring through her skin, perhaps the baby responding to the swirl of mother’s contentment and father’s devotion.

I think of the long path that led us here: her arrival in my domain, the venom challenge that nearly claimed her life, the capital’s tribunal, the serpent tree vows.

All culminating in this final moment: she’s no longer a servant, no longer overshadowed by fear.

She’s my mate, carrying our future. And I, no longer a warlord shackled by the nest’s cruelty, cherish her freely.

I brush a final kiss on her brow, letting my tail coil more snugly in an embrace that wards off the night’s chill.

My heart beats with a slow, steady pulse, unburdened by condemnation.

For the first time, I feel entirely at peace, no hidden corners of shame or worry.

We overcame everything, forging a bond revered by archaic law and sealed by personal choice.

Sleep comes in gentle waves, my mind hazy with images of an orchard in bloom, a child toddling between scaled arms and soft human hands, laughter echoing through the refurbished halls of this manor.

And through it all, Mira stands with me, never cowering, always equal, her voice carrying that subtle, defiant softness that both humbles and enthralls me.

Before oblivion claims me, I whisper her name again, voice hushed and reverent.

She stirs, half-smiling, pressing unconsciously closer to my scaled chest. My tail holds her in place, a silent vow that I’ll never again let any force tear us apart.

We are mates, bonded by venom, law, and love—and that final truth is all we need.

Beneath the still breath of the jungle night, our child sleeps safe between two hearts that once fought the nest’s darkest traditions.

Now, in this quiet room, we forge a future that belongs to us alone, bound by the softest bite and the strongest devotion.

And I know, as I slip into a restful slumber, that this is only the beginning of a life we shape on our own terms, each heartbeat echoing the vow: mine, ours, always.