Chapter 153: Mating

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Versailles blushed.

Her mate's heated gaze seared her skin, filling her with a sense of shame. Lifting her hand, she covered his eyes.

"Ramose, don't look!"

Ramose held his mate's hand and slid it down to his lips, kissing the palm and every finger with devotion. He raised his head and held her gaze.

"Light, why don't you want me to look? I want to brand every part of you in my mind and heart."

"You...! I feel embarrassed, ashamed..." A voice as weak and delicate as the flutter of a Light Fly's wing drifted in his ears, stoking his burning desire.

"Haha..." Ramose chuckled, his laugh a deep rumble thick with need.

Versailles's face darkened.

This wolf dares to laugh at me?

Raising a hand, she twisted his ear in a vengeful glee.

"Ahhh! Light, be gentle!"

"Dare to laugh at me?"

"I wouldn't dare! I wouldn't dare!"

"Hmph!" Seeing him admit defeat, Versailles retracted her hand and proudly raised her head. But laying underneath a looming beast made it difficult to achieve the effect she desired. 

Ramose was afraid his mate would start another round of scolding and interrupt his good deed. Therefore, the instant he saw her eyes flicker in displeasure, he enveloped her slender form with his masculine one and pressed his forehead against hers.

Rubbing the mound still clutched in his hand, he watched her breath catch with great satisfaction and kissed the red perk.

Sigh, to get what he wanted, he had no choice but to change tactics and seduce her...

"Light, there's no need for you to be embarrassed. Between mates, there is no such thing as embarrassment, shame, debt, or you and me. There's only us. The moment our souls bonded and we became the mate and soul-mate of each other, we had already bonded at a level deeper than the physical plane." 

Ramose inhaled deeply, his mate's breath mixing with his as he connected their nose.

"Light, two soul-mates are the clothes of each other. They hide the flaws, weaknesses, and shortcomings of their mates with their own strength. If I'm a fierce flame, you are the cool wave. Where I set fire, you douse it out. In the same way, if I'm lean, you're sinuous. We are the complete opposite of each other, but in that difference, we cover each other's weaknesses and become stronger together. Now, this..."

Ramose's eyes fell back on her bosom, his breath hitching at the alluring sight.

"This, Light, is a natural process of mating. You don't need to be embarrassed or ashamed, because if I'm your mate, then I'm your clothes. Then as the clothes on your body, what's there that I can't see, touch, or feel?" 

With that, the wolf bent and closed his mouth around her mound.

"Mmmm."

Versailles moaned. The attack on her chest sent electric currents shooting through her body.

He...he...

This perverted wolf!

Her face burned as she looked up at the rippling curtains, not daring to see what the beast was doing.

Da**! He did that on purpose! He purposely talked about such nonsense to brainwash me!

She felt hot all over, her skin flushed, breath coming out in short gasps as her hands clutched the bed sheets and she subconsciously thrust out her chest.

Treating her reaction as a positive invitation, Ramose scraped his teeth on the tender skin, causing her to shiver in response.

"Ra...Ramose...you..." Da**! Why was she stammering!?

Versailles wanted to tell him to stop, but the cascading waves of pleasure clouded her mind and shattered her thoughts before they could form a coherent sentence.

She closed her eyes shut, one of her hands covering her mouth as the other grabbed the mane of black strands. She meant to push him away, but her body spoke a different language.

Versailles clutched the handful of black strands and thrust her chest out, pushing his head against her bosom.

Ramose shivered.

He openly and covertly told his mate he wanted her. But this was the first time he openly felt her need for him. His eyes softened and he removed his mouth from her bosom to take her lips. Desperate and breathless, he parted her legs and positioned himself in between.

He couldn't hold back anymore.

With a rough tug, the dress pooled around her waist. He put his weight on one arm, and with his lips still sealed over hers, he lifted her up and yanked the entire dress off, throwing it towards the floor.

"Light, I want to see you." Ramose laid his mate on the center of the bed and unsealed their lips. Lifting his body, his eyes fell on her naked beauty.

"Huuu...!"

Versailles was still swimming in the euphoric sensation when she heard a gasp of astonishment, followed by a cool hand falling on her naked belly.

Snapping her eyes open, she picked a blanket and threw it in the perverted wolf's face.

"You beast! Pervert!" She hastily grabbed another blanket to throw as she fiercely scolded.

"Haha...Light, you're still shy? Didn't I say it already? Between us, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. Besides..."

Ramose untied his robes and caught the blanket. Throwing it carelessly over his shoulder, he covered her nakedness with his full body.

"...If you want to cover up, I'm here." A wicked smile graced the wolf's lips, stunning the serpentine speechless.

With that, he buried his head in her neck and started littering her body with kisses. His rough hands were like fire, leaving trails of heat on her body as he explored every rise and dip, every curve and valley.

Within the span of a few breaths, labored breathing and audible moans resounded as the two mates, locked in a dance of desire, gasped and groaned breathlessly.

Ramose lifted his mate's leg and settled between her legs. His heart pounded in his ears as every nerve and fiber of his being stirred and tingled with the need to mate.

Releasing the cherry bud in his mouth, he raised his head and kissed her forehead, eyes, nose, cheeks, and whispered the ancient claim on her lips.

"Without you, I am but a shell. It is you who breathes life into my soul, my better half..."

With that, the wolf sealed their lips and thrust into her slippery warmth.

"Mmmm..."

The two's heads tingled, caught unprepared by the sudden wave of blinding pleasure. The next second, Versailles's eyes sprung, pain and tears swirling in their violet depths.

Ramose, ever attentive to his mate's tiniest reaction, immediately sensed something was wrong the moment she stiffened. Suppressing his urge to vent to his heart's content, he opened his eyes and looked into her glistening, painfilled gaze.

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He couldn't stop. 

His mind, his heart, and his very soul screamed for him to mold her into his body, brand every inch of her with his touch. But seeing her eyes filled with tears, he couldn't bring himself to move.

Caught in a dilemma of intense emotions, Ramose remained frozen on top of her, his eyes bloodshot and his face scrunched in a painful grimace. 

Versailles felt the desire of her mate wash over her in waves. His body trembled as he bit on his lips, seemingly trying to suppress his needs.

Her heart melted.

From his action alone, she perceived how precious she was to him.

She was so precious, that he would rather make himself suffer than hurt her.

She raised her hands and tenderly cupped his face. Ramose shivered, the endearing act fueling his barely suppressed heat.

"Ramose, it's okay. Move slowly, gently, and it'll be okay." Well...She hoped it would be okay.

Because if not, she would probably cry her lungs out...

"You...you..sure?" He breathlessly rasped.

"I'm sure. Just be gentle, okay?"

"Always..." With a sigh of relief, he laid his forehead on hers.

Tears of love, gratitude, adoration, and devotion flowed down his cheeks as he gently and tenderly loved his mate.

If she had asked him to stop, then he would've done so without a complaint.

Even if doing so would've rended his soul apart, shattered his mind, and driven him insane; for her, he would have stopped.

Because hurting her for his personal pleasure would have shattered him far more...

But her gracious, generous embrace even when she was in pain, made him love her even more. Before today, he had always loved the serpentine that protected him and shielded him when he was nothing more than a helpless, shiftless cub.

Today, he fell in love again with the serpentine that willingly embraced him, when she herself was in pain. Before today, he had always loved her for the selflessness and kindness with which she protected him.

Today, he fell in love with the boundless love with which she showered him.

As the Werewolf King gently thrust in and out, immersing himself in the glory of his mate's body and rejoicing in her selfless love, his heart soared in gratitude to the heavens that blessed him with her lifetime companionship.

He tenderly kissed her salty tears with an aching heart and made a vow to himself.

Until the end of time, as long as a drop of blood or a strand of life remained in his body, he would strive to protect her pure soul from the depravity of the Nar realm.

And if his body crumbled apart and all his blood drained away, he would bargain with the Guardians of Hell to return as a spirit and protect her in the shadows.

But if a misfortunate ever befell her under his watch, then he would traverse a thousand universes and undergo a million trials to pay for his incompetence!

"Ung!"

With a guttural grunt, he clutched her slender body as if a lifeline and released his seed inside her womb. After it was over, he powerlessly slumped to the side with his lovestruck gaze fixed on his mate.

He never knew bonding with her would feel so exhilarating and soul numbingly good!

Versailles ached all over.

She felt as if she had been grinded against by a stone beast, her entire front, and especially her lower body, throbbed in pain.

Slightly cracking her tightly shut eyes, she glared at the satisfied wolf in resentment, wishing desperately to claw and flail his skin in revenge.

Sadly, her energy was sapped and drained in the earlier battle, leaving her terribly weak and powerless to the point where she couldn't even lift a finger. 

Seeing her dark glare, the Werewolf King instantly admitted his fault, not wanting to enter a cold war.

"Light, I tried to restrain myself...but...it was the first time, that's why I lost control. Next time, I promise to do better!" 

Da**! I knew I shouldn't have given him the go-ahead signal...now he's even thinking about a next time already!

"Hmph! You can go and dream about a next time, but it's not happening!" With a disdainful glare and a cold snort, she turned her back to the sheepish wolf and fell in deep slumber.

Ramose sheepishly rubbed his nose and smiled.

Was he too hasty in mentioning a next time?

He restrained himself, but his serpentine was still recovering, so her strength wasn't the same. After a few rounds, she was drained.

But even then, she didn't stop him.

His heart overflowed with warmth, and he bent his head to kiss every mark and bruise on her fair skin. 

They were the symbol of their mating.

But more importantly, they were the marks of his love and her acceptance.

Every time he thought he had her figured out, his mate would do something that overthrew his notions of her.

From their first meeting, he had already sensed she was different from the beasts of the Nar realm. But the more time he spent with her, the more he realized how drastically different she was.

In a realm where strength reigned supreme and the dominant party in a relationship always held the upper hand, she willingly surrendered herself to his manipulations.

As he recalled their entanglement, his throat went dry and his breath quickened. With a flushed face and racing heart, he swept his sight over her beautiful curves. 

"Light, you're the most beautiful creature in the entire seven realms." He doubted the other six realms possessed a human that could reveal his Serpentine Queen.

Her grace, her power, her beauty, her ferociousness, her intelligence...

How could a mere, weak human possibly surpass his mate?

But the most important part of all was the fact that she was all his...

Glowing with male pride and unconcealable happiness, Ramose trailed his fingers over the enchanting curves and brushed back her sticky fire-kissed hair.

He got off the bed and picked up the water bucket beside the bed.

Ripping his black robe in half, he returned to the bed and sat beside his sleeping mate. With gentle care and caution, the Werewolf King of the Werewolf Clan and ruler of the Underworld Palace, diligently wiped his mate's body.

After he was done, he dropped the fabric in the bucket and laid down beside her.

He kissed her belly, the place where their future progeny would form and grow, and wrapped his arms around her waist.. Laying his head on her stomach, he closed his eyes and slept in bliss.

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