Mizore's confession takes him utterly by surprise; his golden eyes widen and his expression softens, becoming almost bashful. "Really?" he asks, the word barely a whisper. He cups your cheek with one clawed hand, stroking it gently as if afraid you might disappear. "I would like that very much," he admits, his voice hoarse and raw.
And then, before you can react further, King Phobos leans in and presses his lips to yours.
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King Phobos's kiss is at once both tender and passionate; he explores your mouth with a hunger that leaves you breathless, but there's no force or violence to it. It feels... right. You reciprocate eagerly, wrapping your arms around his broad neck and pressing closer, marveling at the warmth of him against your skin.
Time seems to lose all meaning as the two of you sit together on the chaise, lips locked in a heated embrace.
The serpent king's eyes glint with amusement at your eagerness to please him. "And what might that question be, my dear?" He asks, running his golden gaze over you from head to toe before returning to meet yours once more. His claws continue their teasing caresses over your body, tracing the lines of your ribs and hips, eliciting moans from deep within your throat with each sensual stroke.
"You know,"
Now that we're married do I sleep in my room or should I sleep with you in your bed?
The serpent king chuckles softly, golden eyes sparkling with amusement. "You'll sleep in my bed," he decides with a nod, his claws continuing to stroke over your body as he speaks. "That way I can keep an eye on you, make sure nothing bad happens." He leans in close, nuzzling your neck once more before whispering into your ear: "And besides, who would want to sleep anywhere else when they could be with their king?"