A husk of a man was lying on the red bed, staring at the ceiling. The room was drenched in the scent of sweat, venom and sex. A mess.

Cassandra stretched, her muscles sore. She felt full. It was the first time in her life that she felt satisfied.

The poor prince was not moving, just breathing and looking dead. It had been only two hours since they started and Ori had passed out twice from exhaustion.

Her gaze drifted to his balls before she squeezed them, a small whimper escaping his lips.

His balls were dry as sand.

It was impressive that she drained them so completely. And it was all hers, inside her womb, a union between shapeshifter and snake species. What would their offspring become?

She laid on her side, facing him. His black hair was sticking to his forehead, his skin flushed and covered in love bites and scratches. A proud smirk appeared on her lips. As a snake demi-human she was capable of storing his seed in her womb for a long time until it fertilized an egg, but it wasn't a guarantee. It would be more efficient if he fucked her daily to ensure she became pregnant.

Orias turned to her, his red eyes dull.

"You are crazy..." His voice was raspy and low, the poor boy couldn't even sit up. She kissed him softly, her tongue licking his bottom lip.

"I love you too," she whispered, her hands tracing his muscular chest. She did. From the moment she laid eyes on him in the royal garden, a tiny thing with black hair and red eyes, that loved to shapeshift into snakes, spiders and even into her. He was the cutest thing she had ever seen.

"I'm not joking...I can't feel my legs," he murmured, a hand on his forehead.

Giggling, she moved on top of him, her soft, heavy breasts on his chest. She liked this side of Orias. The broken and needy one.

"Is there any problem with that?" She asked, kissing his neck, her lips going lower to his collarbone.

He sighed and put a hand on her waist. His grip was weak.

"I need to...check on mom, sis...and my daughter. Vara will bite my fingers off if I don't play with her."

That made her stop and look at him. His eyes were tired and his face pale but he was serious—he had a daughter already?

A cold feeling spread in her chest. Why didn't he mention that before? And with whom?

With a sharp movement she straddled him, her hands on his shoulders. He winced.

"You have a daughter?" She hissed, her tail vibrating aggressively like a rattlesnake, betraying her emotions despite her attempts to remain composed in front of her adorable Ori.

His eyes widened. His hands moved to her thighs in an attempt to soothe her but he failed.

"Uh yeah. She's almost three months old now. She is a little devil. Why are you upset?" He asked, confusion clear on his face.

She squeezed his shoulders. Her fangs were on display and she leaned closer to him, her breath hot on his before she bit his neck, her venom going into his blood.

He gasped and trembled under her but he couldn't fight back. He was too weak and the venom made him relax. Her tail went to his cock and rubbed the sensitive flesh. He whimpered, getting hard.

"I need more of your essence to become pregnant. But if you already have a daughter then I will need more, more than what you gave me today." Her voice was firm, leaving no room for argument.

Orias gulped. Making her pregnant was not part of his agenda right now. He wanted to focus on his monster army and he didn't want to be tied down with child support for Cassandra—mostly because he already had to provide for Vara and the future ones.

The venom worked through his veins, making him aroused and dizzy. Fuck. He needed to think.

But his dick didn't want to listen.

"Wait...I have a lot going on. My province, the succession, I don't have time for a second kid—" he tried to explain but Cassandra silenced him with a harsh kiss. Her tongue dominating his.

When she pulled away, a string of saliva connected them.

"Does this plan of yours need a certain book from Prince Lucian?" She tilted her head, cutely as if she didn't just threaten him with her tail and teeth.

He froze. She knew about his request to Lucian?

Burying her long, wet tongue in his mouth again, she wrestled his tongue, exploring every inch of his oral cavity before pulling away with a loud pop. His breathing was heavy and his eyes glazed.

"The merchant isn't coming here anymore. I already bought the books~" she purred.

Orias' mouth fell open. She was truly the worst kind of snake. A cunning, manipulative and resourceful one.

She licked her lips before unexpectedly standing up and heading to the door—grabbing her ruined dress on the way. With a quick movement, she slipped it on, covering her large breasts, scaled stomach and her legs.

Her hand rested on the doorknob, her eyes on Orias. A wicked, beautifully dangerous smile on her full lips as she spoke.

"Chase me if you want the books, Ori~" she sang and opened the door.

The door closed on its own with a click and the prince was left alone, staring at the empty spot she just vacated. The sound of the door opening again made him blink. He sat up and looked at it.

Cassandra's head peeked through the small gap, her tongue flickering out playfully.

"Are you coming? Or do you need Auntie Cassie to drag you~"

As much as he wanted to tell her to go fuck herself, he needed those books and his body was still affected by her venom, making his cock hard but that didn't matter because his legs were still weak from the intense session they just had.

"Give me five minutes to recover," he said, his voice rough and tired.

She raised a brow, her tongue still out. Then she opened the door fully, her hands on her hips and a frown on her face.

"When a woman tells you to follow her, you follow her right away," she scolded and approached him.

With a swift movement, she pulled his naked body from the bed and put him on her shoulder like a sack of grain. Her tail coiled around his waist to hold him up.

"Let's take a bath and then I'll give you a chance to earn your books."

He groaned. Why was he in this situation? The last time she carried him like this was when he was a child. It was embarrassing.

Her hand was on his ass, squeezing the soft flesh as she carried him out of the room, heading towards the bath chamber.