He stopped, searching her eyes for a flicker of fear, a pull-back, a sign of disgust. Instead, Felicity just tilted her head, her fox ears twitching with empathy.

"That would have been hard, huh?" she whispered. "Being the one everyone expected to be the monster."

Damien let out a breath he felt like he’d been holding for years. "Yeah, it was, so when the apocalypse happened, and I became a territorial snake... a creature that everyone hated and feared... it wasn’t like much had changed. I was still a monster to them."

He reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he cupped her cheek. "Until I met you, you were the first person who didn’t look at the snake and see a weapon, or fear."

The conversation shifted from the darkness of the past to the warmth of the present. They talked about the babies, Damien wondering aloud if she did have Exile’s cub, would it be born in an egg or normally and would it have scales or be human-looking. He just hoped they weren’t scared of him.

"They’ll be perfect," Felicity insisted, pulling him down into the grass. "Because they’ll have all of you protecting them."

They laughed about the babies, how they’d likely have Voss’s stubbornness and her ears, and if they inherit his powers or hers, or a mix.

"They’ll grow so fast," she mused, tracing the line of his jaw. "We’ll need a bigger house, a fortress, probably, if Dimitri keeps ’claiming’ the neighbourhood."

The tension in Damien’s muscles melted, replaced by a heat of a different kind. His intense eyes filled with the desperate, obsessed worship that only a man who had almost lost his world could look like, he pulled Felicity close.

She yelped, but she was drawn into his arms, and they fell into her space, plopping onto the bed. She giggled into his chest, nuzzling him, "I love you so much"

Damien’s heart swelled as Felicity’s small kisses peppered his neck and chest, her fox ears twitching with delight against his cheek. Each peck sent electric currents racing through his body, awakening the snake within him that coiled with anticipation. He wrapped his arms around her petite frame, pulling her tighter against him.

"I love you too," he whispered, voice husky with emotion. "More than you’ll ever know."

He captured her lips with his own, the kiss starting gently but quickly deepening as their passion ignited. Felicity’s giggles transformed into soft moans as his tongue traced the seam of her lips. Damien felt her body arch against his, her small hands clutching at his shoulders as their kiss intensified.

"Damien," she breathed against his mouth, her voice a plea that sent blood rushing straight to his groin.

He tangled his fingers in her blonde waves, careful not to pull too hard as he angled her head for better access. The kiss grew hungrier, more desperate, their bodies pressing together with increasing urgency. Damien could feel the heat radiating from her pussy as she ground against his hardening cock.

"God, you’re beautiful," he murmured against her lips before nibbling gently at the bottom one. "I love you so much it hurts sometimes."

His hands travelled down her sides, feeling the curve of her waist before sliding beneath the hem of her shirt. Felicity gasped as his cool fingers met her heated skin, her fox ears flattening against her head in pleasure.

"Please," she whispered, eyes half-lidded and dark with desire.

Damien needed no further encouragement. He slid down her body, trailing kisses along her neck, across her collarbone, and down between her breasts. Her scent filled his nostrils with wildflowers and something uniquely her, making his serpentine instincts flare with possessive hunger.

"Let me taste you," he growled, hooking his fingers in the waistband of her panties.

Felicity lifted her hips to help him, her breath coming in short pants as he pulled the flimsy garment down her legs. Damien positioned himself between her thighs, his hands spreading her legs wider as he lowered his mouth to her centre.

The first lick made her cry out, her back arching off the bed.

Damien gripped her hips firmly, holding her in place as he devoured her with single-minded focus. Her taste exploded across his tongue, sweet and addictive, and he groaned against her flesh, the vibration making her thighs tremble.

"Fuck, yes, Damien!" she moaned, her hands fisting in his hair. "Right there, that’s so-o-!"

Her praise spurred him on. He licked and sucked at her sensitive bundle of nerves, occasionally dipping lower to taste her essence directly from her pussy. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, her hips rolling against his face in a primal rhythm.

"Don’t stop," she gasped. "Please don’t stop."

Damien had no intention of stopping. He worked her with his tongue and lips, building her pleasure higher and higher until her thighs began to shake uncontrollably. When she came with a keening cry, he continued, drawing out her orgasm until she was pushing weakly at his shoulders.

"Too sensitive," she whimpered, but her eyes burned with renewed hunger.

Damien crawled back up her body, shedding his clothes as he went. His dual cocks sprang free, already fully erect and leaking with anticipation.

Felicity’s eyes widened at the sight, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

"Both?" she asked, voice husky with desire.

"If you can take it," he replied, positioning himself between her thighs again.

He guided both of his cock’s to her entrance, watching her face carefully for any sign of discomfort. But Felicity only bit her lip, her eyes dark with need as she nodded.

"Yes," she whispered. "I want all of you."

Damien pushed forward slowly, giving her body time to adjust. The tight, wet heat of her nearly undid him immediately. He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to maintain control as he worked both cocks inside her inch by agonising inch.

"Fuck," Felicity gasped, her inner walls stretching to accommodate him. "I feel so full."