Page 29 of Bred By Zyros
Devotion.
My orgasm hits me so hard it robs the air from my lungs, his hiss filling my ear as I scream my release into the jungle,grinding so hard my thighs ache from the pressure. It doesn’t take the edge off this burning throb; I need more. “Your cock, breed me please. I need to feel you so deep,” I whimper.
“Are you begging, my Sssaryth?”
“Yes, yes, I’m begging, please,please,” I gasp, grinding again. My arms are wrenched lower, harder into his shoulders as I’m lifted, losing track of which part of me is tied to what part of him. If I ever really knew.
The forked prehensile tip of him is narrow and a ruddy bright fuchsia, where the rest is heavy teal and emerald gradient base to tip. He presses it to my silt before he sinks in, groaning my name until he meets resistance. “My perfect Melody,” he hisses.
“Yes, more.”
I gasp as he jerks up into me, forcing me down until I’m at his swollen, pulsing knot. So full I can feel the press of him everywhere. “Pretty, pretty female,” he coos, his tongue snaking out to twist and tease at my nipples. My body clenches as I try to squirm, try to force the swollen part in, whimpering when it won’t go any further. “Hush, female, I will help you.”
I’m wanton, desperate as another orgasm slams into me with his gentle, easy thrusts, his skilled tongue wreaking havoc on my reddened nipples. “Please, please, Zyros,” I beg him, not caring how ridiculous I sound or look. Right now, I’m beautiful, right now, to him, I’m everything, and he is too.
He always will be.
“Look up, my pretty mate,” he whispers. “She has blessed you, daughter of Vyloria. Moon of my own.”
His words rack around my skull, my eyes widening as I cant my head backward. The moon has lost its bursting color, and now it is swarming with emerald green and teal…just like him. “It looks like you,” I gasp, need making my voice shake.
“I will protect you, Melody. I will be worthy of this gift. Keep your eyes on the moon, my pretty female.”
And I do, my head back, moaning loudly as he fucks me, my small breasts heaving. He fucks into me until he tightens and swells deep inside, ruts until not an inch of my paint, arousal, and sweat-soaked skin hasn’t been lavished by his tongue.
“Forgive me,” he moans.
I scream, his deep hiss harmonizing with mine as he forces the swollen part inside me. My body seizes in pain as I go still, agony ripe and unbridled when his fangs pierce my neck. I cry out, struggling for a second, until his venom touches me. My body unravels, heavy warmth flooding every inch of my bones, washing away the worst of the tearing pain until I’m a sobbing, broken puddle in his arms. I don’t even notice when his fangs leave my flushed skin. “There you are, my beautiful sssaryth. You’re taking my knot so pretty, my poor little mate. Your cunt will be so sore after I breed it.”
I whimper, pleasure hitting me like a fist to the core, one punch after another. It’s euphoria, a blinding kind of bliss, his words blending from his language into mine as I’m lost to all of it as he fucks deeper inside me. “You’re so deep.” I groan as another wave of release hits me.
“You were made for me.” He assures.
I gasp as something deep swirls and then pinches, making me squirm as I come again. My muscles ache from the constant waves of release.
He hisses out a curse, his claws pricking my skin, but it feels amazing. A forceful wave of heat blasts into me, starting from his bite and slamming toward my chest. It tightens, but everywhere else feels too good to care. He hisses his guttural release, and I can feel it where he’s hooked deep into my womb, filling and pumping and rutting. His seed fills my stomach and core, spilling out as I moan and whimper. But my breath feels thin, my body is not responding to me anymore, and I just know I never want this to stop.
I never want to leave his side.
But there’s panic too. I can’t move. I can’t tell him. The thundering crack of a storm fills the sky as cool droplets hit my burning flesh. Something is happening, and that warm comforting heat in an instant grows too hot as I orgasm again, this one verging on painful. I’m against him in his arms, I know that, but I can’t find him. I can’t cry out.
Rest daughter, your mate will care for you and then you him.
It’s whispered in my mind, but the voice isn’t my own.
I trust it either way, domtics later, everything goes black.
sixteen
Zyros
Melody fusses where she’s curled up in my chamber, setting the water I’ve been slowly slipping down her throat aside. Her fever finally broke after a week. A week of knotted stomach and constant worry, cursing myself and the goddesses. The sky outside rages, and I can’t help but think it’s a warning of what’s soon to take place inside this cave. My mate was stunning before…I hadn’t thought it possible she could grow more so. She is not Vrircik. My mating venom has had quite a different effect on her. Where females of my kind will experience weakness after the days of heat, my mate seemed to feel the mating heat in a brief window before she fell unconscious.
The panic that had wracked me in the hours after will haunt me into the Ether.
Where she once had pale, unmarred skin, there is now a network of emerald and teal underneath her veins, iridescent and shining under the gleam of the glowvine. I had thought itwould fade as my venom took hold, but it grew brighter instead. I cannot help but feel a sick kind of pride knowing she will be marked so obviously. It is the strongest at the soft expanse of flesh where her lower neck meets her shoulder, but to eyes keen enough to notice, my mark is everywhere save for her small, round face. There is no hiding what I have done, although it has taken shape in a way that none of my people, nor I, have seen before.
I find that while I feel remorse for the hurt and anger it may cause her, that is where my guilt ends—abruptly and with a finality that has driven me for my entire life. This female is mine; the only kindness this world has ever shown me, to have stomached the risk of losing her even a moment longer—
