Coiled by the Serpent King

Nine levels have marked her. The tenth has been waiting since the first.

Scholar Eva Berger has been claimed by stone and vine, drowned in fae water, branded by dragon fire, unmade by elven perception, fed upon by the incubus, bred by the minotaur, broken by the orc’s grip, and held whole by the kraken. She has been taken, overwhelmed, and finally surrounded. Every creature has left its signature on her skin.

The Obsidian Sanctum offers nothing at all.

No sound. No scent. No movement. Only black glass, amber light, an empty throne, and a serpent carved into the far wall with his eyes closed and his arms folded, patient beyond measure. Except he isn’t carved. Sethaal has lain in that stillness longer than her language has existed. He felt her step onto Level One. He has tracked every mark the dungeon wrote on her since.

He will not chase her. He will not take. He will read her, mark by mark, with his gaze and his forked tongue, and hold himself back with a discipline measured in millennia.

Until she asks him not to.

Coiled by the Serpent King is explicit monster erotica set in a sentient dungeon that awakens forbidden desires in those who dare to enter. Featuring a naga lover, forked-tongue play, hypnotic eye contact, tail bondage, and the discovery that the most dangerous thing a creature can do is wait. For mature audiences only. Reader discretion is advised.

Book 10 of The Descent: Dark Erotic Fiction.