Page 21 of Bred By Zyros
“Yes.” I moan.
“But you want more males to breed your little human cunt? I will kill them if they try.”
“N-no, I’m here for you.” Arousal and suffocating need cloud my brain.
“You beckoned another.” He all but roars, snapping his fangs next to my neck. I shudder, and so does he, like he wants nothing more than to bite me. Do I want that?
Yeah, yeah I do.
Suddenly, a memory from that first night on the alien drug floods my mind.
The wave.
“I waved at him that first night. It’s a h-human greeting.” I gasp as he ruts into me again, the base of his thick cock brushing against my flushed skin.
“It isbeckoning. The females will wave their tails and present. Call to willing breeders. Do not do this human greeting again, Melody. You are not on Vortara, not on your human settlement, you are elsewhere now.”
There’s something about the way he drags out the S on his words that makes my head spin. “I-I’m sorry.”
“Yes. Yes, you are female. Needy and sorry.” I whimper as his claws cut through the front of my pants, baring my sex to him, wet and throbbing. “I wish to taste you here, where your smell is choking.”
“Oh god, yes.” I snap my head up mere seconds before his thick forked tongue meets my aching center, and stars burst behind my eyes. Zyros doesn’t just taste, he devours. The sight of him buried between my thighs is awe-inspiring, his moon burst eyes tracking, watching, and testing. His tongue is spreading and splitting my sex as he ruts into his clawed fist, choking his ruddy, teal and fuchsia-tipped cock. It is long, so long and thick at the base until it tapers into a forked head, a thick knot in the middle. His teal hair spreads around my thighs as he pays attention to every twitch, every moan. I’m mindless, grinding against his lipless mouth as his tongue bunches, twists, and twirls inside of me. The first orgasm rips through me like a blade, making me fade out of consciousness until I’m slammed back.
I lose track of the number of times I scream out my climax, and only when a hiss rips through him and his hot seed ropes out onto my heated flesh can I barely feel my limbs. It takes a long time for me to stop my whimpering, the overwhelming pleasure ripping ragged hiccups from my chest as he drags me into his arms. Sinking us into the cool water.
“Have I harmed you, Sssaryth?”
I’m panting when I shake my head, my face buried in his neck. “No, quite the opposite.”
He huffs at that. “I meant it, human Melody. I will kill them all.”
My body is boneless against him, and my thoughts are much the same. The fact that we’re sunk into awho knows how deepbody of water, with who knowswhatlurking underneath us, isfar from my mind. I’m undeniably…content for right now, safe in his arms. It seems like an elephantine task to pull myself away from his chest, our eyes meeting as I give him a sleepy smirk and wave.
His eyes widen and then narrow as he tugs me back to his chest before lying on his back, swimming us through the water. The cool temperature soothes my limbs. “Ridiculous female.”
I can only manage half a chuckle before I fall asleep.
This is not going at all how it’s supposed to.
twelve
Zyros
The scent of my mate pulls me from my sleep outside her chamber. It has been many nights since I have slept in my own. The incessant need to be close to her, to ensure she’s safe if she cannot yet be wrapped in my coils, is too demanding.
Her need is heavy in the air, making my cock extrude, the thick knot pulsing with want. With the need to be forced into her tiny opening. A quiet hiss leaves my throat, turning more into a groan by the end. It isn’t with any conscious mind that I decide to rise and slip into her chamber. It’s as if something else pulls me, something that refuses to be ignored. Why would I want to, when she smells so sweet? So ready for me.
She whimpers in her sleep, the blankets thrown off her, leaving her supple body bare to the room.To me. Perhaps it is wrong to view her as she is now while she sleeps, but I would sooner pluck my scales than look away, not even sparing a moment to blink.
How had I once thought her unappealing to any degree?
My mate is a goddess.
I am a male, blessed and cursed.
A male, undeserving perhaps, but a selfish, bad male who will take her either way. The dim light from the syrrathis glowvine basks her pale skin in shades of light blue. Her stomach, for once unhidden behind her arms and clothing, pulls my attention next, my cock ready to spew as I remember the way it was so soft, so pliant under my rutting yesterday. I had behaved in a way that would strike any Vrircik female with horror, but my mate didn’t cringe, threaten, or scold me. No, she gave me her sweet arousal; she let me pleasure her, then dozed in my arms as I pulled us around the cave deposit. She showed me a happiness I hadn’t thought possible.
The vines above pulse as if to voice their pleasure with her sleeping in their glow. Syrrathis glowvine is far more than a source of light. It is a network for the goddesses. Like a spiritual roadway, and soon enough, I will tangle her in it as I demand their blessing. I know she will receive it. My mate is as beautiful inside her heart as she is in her physical form. Her soul is no doubt made of colors so rich they would blind if they graced her skin as scales.
