Ren's fingers trembled slightly as she pulled the final loop of the knot. The silk sash gave way, and the heavy snakeskin robe slid off Syris's broad shoulders, pooling around his hips before she pushed it away completely.
The cool night air rushed in, but the heat radiating from the Snake King was palpable.
Under the silver spotlight of the moon, Syris looked magnificent. His skin was pale and flawless, rippling with lean, corded muscle that looked carved from marble. But Ren's eyes were drawn lower, past the defined V-line of his hips, to the main event.
His unique anatomy was on full display. His twin swords stood proud and tall, standing at attention against his abdomen. They were distinct, terrifyingly beautiful, and already glistening at the tips with pearlescent drops of pre-cum.
Ren gulped audibly. Her face felt like it was on fire. It was her first time seeing them this close, let alone being tasked with handling them.
