Page 22 of Bred By Zyros
It is what our colorings are, representations of what’s in our souls. My mate simply hides hers within.
Soon enough, the pull is too much to bear. I could watch her for hours, but not while we have a long day ahead and not with her need cloying my thoughts. She doesn’t wake until I am over her, the tip of my tail dancing across her inner thighs, gathering her arousal.
Her little gasp is music to my ears as her crystal eyes find mine, round and sleepy. She shifts under me, pushing my tail away as she squeezes her thighs together. I had been perplexed by her human sex for only a matter of domtics before I thoughtto cram my tongue into it. She watches, her palm-sized, soft mounds heaving as I bring the tip to my mouth, letting my tongue snake out to taste her arousal.
“Zyros, breed me,” she whimpers.
Those words are nearly my undoing, but not yet, not without the blessing. I want—
I will dothisright, but so much of it will be wrong.
“Hush, my female, your cunt will take my cock soon enough.” My lower arms force her thighs apart, making way for the tip of my tail. “You need to be filled, yes?”
She nods, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth. I frown at the abused flesh, deciding no one is better suited to inflict on her than me, so I take it from her. The moan that leaves her as I capture her plush bottom lip in my teeth, careful of my fangs, makes me jerk my hips forward, rutting into her soft stomach. My tail presses into her seam, searching for the hot, wet entrance from yesterday. Her eyes snap wide when I find it.
My tongue wants to taste her, and her sweet mouth seems as good a place as any to start. She explodes in a harmony of sensation and flavor, all my favorite things melded into one precious female. I groan as my tongue explores her deeper, making her body convulse and gag. I pull back, watching my mate, but she only tries to wiggle closer. My tail eases in and out of her hot center as I jerk and fuck into her stomach. When my greedy female finally releases my tongue, I bring it down to explore her breasts, the odd deep pink nubs that rest on top. She writhes as I capture one, lapping at it as I press my tail deeper into her, meeting the choking resistance that would feel soul-imploding on my cock before her perfect little body accepts me. Soon enough, she screams her release. It is only then that I decide I will taste her down there as well. That she will spend the morning screaming before we must embark.
Melody
My body is boneless, blissfully so when Zyros’ raspy, deep voice interrupts my dozing. “Come, Sssaryth, we must depart soon.”
I try and fail to wrench my eyes open, every inch of my body sated and tingling, my core pounding with a deep ache that can only be provided by being well and truly fucked. “Hmm, to the water?”
“No,” he responds, and I grumble as I’m lifted into his arms.
It’s then that the world comes back to me, reality slamming home like a punch to the gut. We can’t do this.
Can’t get attached.
I…I can’t behave like this.
My eyes slam open as he moves us into the pool, slipping me underneath the steaming purple-tinged water as it laps and surrounds my skin like a heated blanket. It would be so easy to get used to this. To pretend this doesn’t have to end. There’s a reason I have rules, strict guidelines that I adhere to every time I’m paired and bred.
No holding.
No kissing.
No cuddling.
No sleeping together. Well, likeactualsleeping.
No…pretty much everything we’ve been doing.
It’s a dangerous road, a slippery divine slope intomy heart is positively screwedterritory.
My chest wrenches at that when I give him a small smile, pulling myself from his arms and swimming toward the far side, where my cleaning tablets and soaps sit on the edge. He hisses, his tail slapping under the water with agitation, making a wave splash outside the pool. I’d gotten it so wrong my first time as a breeder. Zephyrion still makes my chest pulse with an odd, joyous kind of pain. It was the only time I extended my contract to nurse the baby. Fell asleep with them in my arms. Changed and dressed them and came when they cried. I thought surely I would die as I boarded the shuttle that final day, that my heart had been wrenched from me and left planetside.
I could’ve sworn I’d never recover. If I’m honest, I nearly didn’t.
The Vespera people are known for their lack of gender, their bodies changing as it suits them. Most times, they stay nothing at all until the parts are needed for pleasure or reproduction. Zephyrion’s parent had wanted me to stay, to live on their planet with them. I’d acclimated incredibly well, and still the blooming, vibrant trees and odd multicolored skies appear in my dreams, but I had to go. At least that’s what I told myself when my dad force-dropped a page behind my eyes, forbidding me from extending my contract again. He’d seen all they had to offer. He needed me home. Sometimes, more often than not, I wondered what life would look like if I had stayed. There was no love between Zephyrion’s parent and me, just the deep connection of what we’d made together, a bond and mutual adoration I’d never felt since.
Still,thatwas nothing like this.
Not even close.
My heart lets out a withering pang, knowing that when this ends, there will be nothing left of it to give. I have never…wantedas badly as I do now. To give this harsh male a baby, to watchhim melt watching their tiny hands reach for him and their wiggling tail wrap around his wrist—
“Sssaryth…why are you crying?” he asks, the concern only furthering the brand-new baby crack budding in my chest.
