Bride of the Serpent King Chapter 27:His Queen’s Seduction

Chapter 27:His Queen's Seduction

Everywhere was covered in light beams. The ice coffin was glowing brightly, and cracks spread all over its surface. Looking as it it was excited to shatter into thousands of pieces.

Zaiyila remained unconscious, yet she was growing more and more beautiful. A strand of her hair turned blue, making her appear even more enchanting and tempting. The coffin finally shattered, but Zaiyila did not fall. She was suspended in the air, sleeping peacefully.

Sothing unknown was released from the coffin and silently entered Zaiyila's body, leaving no trace behind.

The beam of light expanded until it covered everything, becoming so blinding that nothing could be seen.

...

Zaiyila suddenly opened her eyes, which flashed both red and blue almost simultaneously before returning to their usual black hue. She looked around and realized she was back in the mansion, back in her room.

"Was it a dream?" she wondered, then shook her head. "That was definitely not a dream," she mused.

"Master!" a childish voice suddenly echoed, startling Zaiyila.

"Wh-Who is it?" she stamred, shivering as she jumped out of bed. "Who... who's there?" she repeated.

Before her, a beam of light appeared and took shape, forming into a tiny living creature. It had small wings, allowing it to fly, and looked extrely cute with long blue hair and large blue eyes. With her delicate features, it was easy to tell she was female.

"A living doll!" Zaiyila gasped, covering her mouth in shock and amazent, though she wasn't frightened.

"Master!" the little creature bead sweetly, fluttering closer to Zaiyila and landing gently on her palm. "Master, you should na . I'm so happy to be with you," she expressed, smiling brightly.

Zaiyila's heart lted. She gently caressed the little creature's face. "You're really pretty... Um, how about I na you Snow? Do you like it?" she inquired.

The little creature thought for a mont, then shook her head.

Zaiyila considered carefully. "How about Quinn?" she offered.

The little creature didn't hesitate. She nodded and smiled brightly, revealing a radiant beauty that could send even the calst soul into chaos within seconds.

"You're just a beautiful little baby doll," Zaiyila praised and kissed her cheek—but sothing strange happened. The kiss felt like she had kissed herself. Though she was puzzled for a mont, she quickly brushed it off. The doll was simply too captivating.

"Master, now that you've nad , the ritual is complete. From now on, I'm yours. You can do anything you want with , and I can help you with anything too," Quinn declared proudly.

"Really?!" Zaiyila exclaid, clearly thrilled.

"Of course! Um... I'm now connected to you, so I share part of your mories. You're trying to get the King's attention—I can help with that," Quinn affird.

"Are... Are you serious? You're not kidding, right?" Zaiyila stamred, trembling with excitent.

Quinn nodded and flew over to the wardrobe, opened it, and brought out a particular dress. She returned to Zaiyila. "Master, the thods your friend taught you are effective, but you have to dress up as well," she remarked.

"Is that so?" Zaiyila questioned.

Quinn nodded again. "You should try it. He won't take long to arrive," she added, yawning. "I'll go and sleep now, Master." With that, she disappeared into Zaiyila's forehead.

Zaiyila picked up the dress and hugged it, a beautiful smile spreading across her lips. "I'll definitely get him this ti," she said to herself as she rushed to the bathroom to begin her preparations, completely forgetting the earlier events.

...

It was already late at night when Everett opened the door and imdiately frowned. "Ice coffin..." he murmured, his expression growing serious. In the next mont, he vanished and reappeared inside the bedroom, now engulfed in darkness.

Normally, he could see clearly in the dark—but he had forgotten that, as his eyes were currently in their human form and he was mostly panicking.

"Wife!" he called anxiously, turning on the light.

"Wi—" His voice caught in his throat as his eyes landed on the bed. His face flushed red, and sothing dangerous began to stir.

There, on the bed, lay the beautiful Zaiyila, dressed so revealingly that her fair, flawless thigh was visible. She appeared to be asleep, lying in a careless and seductive position.

Everett gulped, and all thoughts vanished from his mind. His focus was entirely on the alluring sight before him. He moved closer and kissed her soft, inviting cherry lips.

"Just take a kiss and leave," he told himself—and took another kiss.

"Just once, and that's it. I won't be seduced," he reassured himself, only to lean in for a third kiss.

Zaiyila, who had been fast asleep, stirred awake. Recognizing who was kissing her, she wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss.

"You... you're awake? Don't get wrong, I was just trying to remove sothing that stuck to your lips," Everett stamred, breathing unsteadily. His senses were completely overwheld. He tried his best to stay calm and avoid scaring her.

Zaiyila smiled sweetly. "I was waiting for my husband, but I fell asleep. What a unlucky mont!" she thought, then whispered as she held him tighter, "Then continue removing it."

Everett swallowed hard, his eyes trailing to her half-exposed chest. "No... it's... I..." he fumbled, unsure of what to say.

Zaiyila rolled and straddled him, now sitting on his waist. She could feel his hardened length beneath her. Her hands unbuttoned his shirt and trailed downward. "Husband, I can feel it. It's really hard, it must be painful right?" she murmured seductively.

"Ah!" Everett groaned in pleasure when her butt accidentally rubbed against his erection. "My Queen, please rest early. You have school tomorrow," he mumbled, his voice husky as he fought to resist the temptation—but his self-control was rapidly slipping away, as though he were under a spell.

"I learned sothing new today. Let satisfy you, okay? Don't fight it, you promised earlier in the morning," Zaiyila whispered as she moved lower. She gently unbuckled his belt, slid down his trousers and shorts, revealing the massive, rock-hard shaft.

Her eyes widened at the sight, and a hint of nervousness crept in—her boldness dropping slightly.