Page 16 of Bred By Zyros
That first night after the attack, I’d laid down in my chamber, the sight of him filling the small space had forced the grogginess from my mind like ripping off a bandage. He hadn’t said much, but what he did say…it softened me. The words had been guttural, ripped from his throat despite him being the one speaking, said like they were against his will. The children born to the females of this planet don’t live. He has sired many, only to have screams fill the jungle after. The babies are born too early in their gestation—miscarriages,although he didn’t use that word. This has gone on foryears.
The females don’t understand.
They want to keep trying.
He does not.
So, he got me. I can’t decide if it was mostly as a fuck you to the red female who seems to be the leader, or just blind desperation, but most likely it’s a little of both.
The idea of leaving seemed harder after that.
Circumstances aside, this is why I’m here.
To help.
After I’m done being mad.
Zyros
The human female continues to ignore me.
My mate.
It is no less than I deserve, but still, the rainy season draws closer, and soon enough, leaving the planet to trade at the station for properclothingwill be difficult, if not impossible. As much as Xyphora disgusts me with her misplaced pride, I disgust myself. She is right. I will not bring an unblessed child into this world. Hearing the females’ cries after the quiet ones is haunting enough, but to see Melody’s? I would sooner flay myself within an inch of life. I will give them both the best chance. Even if it means I must eat my pride again. But she will not step foot among them.Theywill not bless her. Their cruel hands will not mar her soft skin.
My tail wraps around her waist, her soft, pillowy stomach, and the heat pressing into my cool scales feels like heaven. Keeping my distance from her these past solars has been a special cursed existence, but again, it is no more than I deserve. She groans as Isit her on her odd flatfeetas she calls them. “Come, you may do more of your odd eye blinking at the plants.”
“Scanning. I am scanning them,” she retorts. Her sunshine hair bounces as she looks away the moment our eyes meet.
She is a peculiar female.
The longer we are together, the more I see the goddess’s plan in gifting her to me.
However…unpleasant our start was. The more I am near her, the more I understand the foolish males who choose to venom-touch their females. To keep them… and be kept in return.
She is mine.
It is jarring how quickly I started to care less about what that means. The finality and concept of linking myself to a female. Giving one all the power in the world when I had only just grasped an inch.
When Xyphora had attempted to strike her…I never felt fear like that before. All the orbits under their hateful, forced touch hadn’t felt as horrible. It does not matter if she loathes me, nor the fact that I didn’t want her. She is mine, and she will be adored, wrapped within my coils.
She will not leave.
No matter the cost.
I was not lying when I told her I was not a good male. I feel it so vehemently in my chest, like a venom rushing through my veins, that I will become an even worse male if it means she stays. Never have I seen any single being look at me with… softness.
She does not demand or force. She is gentle.
Melody is not like the others.
In fact, she melts when Ipush. She listens and obeys, not because I make her but because she wishes to, and in times when she doesn’t, she stands her ground but again it is with a gentle touch. It is…comforting.
I am not familiar with comfort, so perhaps I am not responding accordingly, but she will adapt. She was made for me, after all. That becomes more clear with each passing zentic. I have even found myself missing her pretty smiles. She stands there glaring at me as I place the bag she made over her head, using my lower arms to pass over her feet coverings.Shoes.
My human requires a lot to keep her safe on a planet like Nyssara, to keep her comfortable. I will provide her with everything. She need not even ask. She thinks I am a harsh, cruel male. She is not wrong, but perhaps I could learn her softness, in time.
Far away from here.
