Page 39 of Bred By Zyros
“I wish to have my needy little mate in my coils where she belongs. Every. Night.”
She nods, her breathing labored.
“I wish to taste my mate as I please. I have waited long enough to have you, Melody. It has been torment scenting your little cunt.”
“I-I’m nervous,” she gasps out as I press into her small body.
“We have done this before,” I assure her. My mind is already going hazy with the need to rut. She cannot take my knot while she is pregnant; I won’t risk it. But I find I am very creative when it comes to imagining things I can do to my sssaryth.
My soul apart from my soul.
My tongue meets her neck as my cock notches between her warm thighs, rubbing the maddening fabric she uses to cover her center. “But that’s different,” she moans, hitching her hips into me. “I-I don’t know how to do this…for fun. I haven’t had sex just to do it before. Just been bred by—”
A choked hiss leaves me as I bring her into my arms, heading for my chamber. Hating it when she speaks of the others, but knowing it is a part of her that I must accept. My mate is a brave, selfless female to give others so much. I adore it about her, butthe idea of it nearly sends me into a rage. “Then I will show you, yes?”
“Yes,” she moans, pressing those sweet lip touches to my neck.
Melody
The inside of his chamber is larger and darker than mine, but distinctly his. My eyes are heavy-lidded as I take in the expansive art that lines his walls, the violent slashes and scent of rainstorms and musk as thunder raddles outside. It is muffled but as distinct as the roar of rain.
My core is throbbing where it's pressed against his thick cock, the swollen knot in the middle rubbing my clit as he moves us into his nest. I nearly cry at the loss of friction. The world pivots, making me scramble for purchase as he lies himself down, positioning me over his mouth. There’s no talking as he rips my underwear, hiking my dress up. Nothing but his muffled groan as his tongue slams into me. My mouth gapes in pleasure, a small squeak leaving my throat at the sudden intrusion. First of many lusty sounds sending walls of pleasure slamming into me, and as I come down from my release, I let him take my weight. Two hands keep me off his mouth so I don’t hurt myself on his fangs as the others knead and grip my ass in a punishing way that makes me see stars. In the throes of pleasure as he teases my clit with his tongue, it occurs to me how silly it was to have fretted over this. How much I want to make up for lost time.
Somehow, deep down, I’ve convinced myself nobody could want me for the sake of desire. But Iamdesired. He moans, rutting into nothing, and suddenly I’m desperate for his cock,to feel it teasing and whirling inside me. When his slitted eyes meet mine, the look in them leaves me breathless, tears springing to my eyes. He watches me, entranced, as I use his tongue. Leaning forward, my breasts take his attention as I ride his tongue. The base of it fills me as I grind my clit on the vast length. I lose track of the orgasm I have after that. When I’m flipped over, it’s hungry but gentle, so gentle. His tongue traces my nipples, making me squirm from the sensation. I’m touched out, overstimulated, and he’s only just begun. There’s a moment of silence, a quiet reverence that fills the chamber as he leans down pressing his lips to my small but swollen belly. It takes me a moment to realize it was a kiss.
“Thank you, Sssaryth, soul apart from my soul. I hadn’t known I was a male capable of happiness until you showed me. Somehow, you heal even the worst of my wounds. I am undeserving of such a gift.”
Emotion chokes me, my heart swelling so much I feel like I’ll suffocate. When the words leave me, they’re whispered and awkward, even to my own ears. “I-I love you. I’m in love with you.”
“This means something good, my mate?”
“You asked me once what humans would call the odd sensation in your chest. We call it love.”
He hisses as he drags himself up to face me, and again, I’m struck by the beauty of him. My mind is barely able to wrap around the fact that he’s mine, like it’s truly sinking in for the very first time. Zyros is mine.
“Then I love you as well, human Melody. Not the Ether nor the wildest of storms would dare rip me from you. There is no line I won’t cross or world I won’t burn to ensure you never forget that you are loved by me. That there is someone who finds you beautiful.”
I suck my lips into my mouth, struggling to keep from wailing as a track of tears streams down my face. When his tongue dips out, licking them from my cheeks, that need builds anew, his name leaving me in a moan. He rises above me, and I’m jelly in his hands as he uses me, shunting his knot between my thighs. I want it inside; God, I want it inside so badly, but I don’t ask. It’s not hard to imagine why he hasn’t. It rubs my swollen center, and another climax rides the edge as I watch his face contort in pleasure. When he dips down, I don’t have time to brace, the wildest moment of panic hitting me before his teeth sink into my breast.
I scream.
Not from fear but pleasure as he erupts, forcing his knot between my thighs, painting my breast with his seed. I’m lost to it, my entire body shaking as he drags his tongue over my throbbing center, tasting us both.
“Here, my sweet mate,” he groans, repeating the process and when he hovers over me, urging me to open wide, I do.
The taste of his seed and my center is a heady mixture, and I’m wild again, wanton in my squirming. He lets out a raspy chuckle before inching his tongue deeper, gagging. “Poor Melody, your tiny cunt misses my cock, yes?”
I whimper around his tongue, nodding.
He tsks, and I already know whatever he’s going to do next will be life-changing as he takes his tongue back, groaning as it reenters his mouth, leaving a trail of seed and spit between us. I watch as the tip of his tail runs over our combined pleasure, wetting itself. A gasp leaves my throat as I’m flipped over. When the tip of his tail finds my tiny, puckered hole, I stiffen. “Can humans use this hole for pleasure?”
“I-I, uhm, yes, some.”
“Then my tail will fuck you here. We must protect your tiny, bred cunt, yes?”
“Yes,” I gasp.
His hands are everywhere, defiantly seeing the benefit of having four. This time, the waves of his venom don’t bring pain, and the heat is nowhere near as strong. It’s like the flower that cut me that very first night, but my mind remains sharp. Sharper even. His scales are rougher against my flesh, and when he eases it in, I groan, shifting back.
