Page 28 of Bred By Zyros
My heart is admittedly beating a little faster now. Where those sharp barbs look like nothing to Zyros, the poor male nearly constantly has one stuck in him since the Thryss moved in. I am not as tough as him. They carry on a ruckus at my tone, irritation flaring when one sneaks up to steal the blueish ssseerafa leaf from my lap. Which seems to please his buddies. “Stop that, don’t encourage him!”
They’ve never shown much interest in the leaves before, aside from those first days when I’d have them gather some for me.
I pluck another from my basket before a tooth dart slams into the side of it, upsetting the contents. “Hey!”
The gaggle of Thryss shoots forward, one snatching the basket as they all make a run for it. It fell over, so they don’t get away with much, leaving a trail behind them as they slip into the pool. All my food is floating to the top as they panic, trying to get the basket through whatever tiny crevice they shove themselves into down there. A weird, bubbly warble sound blows as they carry on. I scowl down at them, my hands on my hips. Eventually, after far too long, they give up. My wet basket floats to the top with my soiled food, five little bug-eyed Thryss lurking under the water. “You might as well keep it now! You’ve ruined it.” I huff, crossing my arms not to give up the stare-off.
They guard that for a while longer, refusing to let me fish the food from the spring. When Zyros slinks back into the cave, his prominent, sharp brow furrows on the leaves and berries now littering the water, a silent question in his eyes.
I huff. “The Thryss stole my food.”
He bares his fangs, hissing at the little dudes.
Exasperation fills me as they all hop out with warbles of varying decibels, shooting their barbs at the large male and carrying on again. My glare swivels to him. “Well, now you’ve done it, they’ll be upset all night!”
He plucks a barb from his chest, ignoring the spectacle, which seems to be his usual game plan with the Thryss now living with us. “Come, female.” When he opens his arms for me, the annoyance I felt melts away like it was never there before. I have other baskets anyway. I shoot the Thryss a warning stare before I enter his arms, letting him carry me out of the cave and into the night. My eyes widen and my lips part in wonder at the moon as it seems to pulse with a light of its own. To think I’ve been here for weeks and hadn’t seen the moon except for last night and tonight. Or at least was too drugged to notice that first night. Zyros is careful to keep me inside, deep within the cave by dusk.
A cascade of colors shoots off from its surface, making it look like a kaleidoscope, so fitting for the planet around us. Everything here is vivid and vibrant—from the people, to the animals and plants. I’m still lost to the beauty of it when he stops just in the middle of the small clearing, sitting me on his tail. “It is Vyloria’s moon, our goddess of the moon, night, and protection.”
“It’s stunning,” I breathe, unable to take my eyes from it.
“Our people worship our four goddesses, the ones who pulled the sea to land and the sky to the jungle. The very first Vrirciks. It is said each one was born from either their moon or sun. They remain in the skies, hidden, watching us. These are their eyes, but they remain in everything.”
I turn to him, finally taking in everything placed around us. Laid out just so.
“I would like to bless you, Sssaryth. Under her moon, a goddess's blessing is important to me, so that she may decide to guide the child into this life.”
I nod, not hesitating, my chest swelling with emotion.
The breath he releases is heavy. “The others of my kind do not think I am worthy of performing such a blessing, but you do, my sweet Melody.”
“Of course,” I breathe, my heart thundering. It’s not like I haven’t done ceremonies before during my stays. It's rather common really, but this…not like this. Not while I was falling in love. I signal to my implant to stop scanning, to stop recording. It will only last a few hours, according to my dad’s override, but this feels like it should be private.
A gasp leaves my throat as he undoes the knot at the front of my dress, my hands reaching up to hide my belly as it falls open. “People could see.”
“There is no one here but the goddesses.” He assures me, and it’s as profound as it is comforting. “You must give yourself to Nyssara, Sssaryth. Let her accept you. You are every bit as captivating. Do not hide yourself from me.” His voice is a rasp, and my head feels dangerously light as I move my hands away from my stomach and its loose, stretched skin, my cheeks heating as his slitted eyes fall to the area of my body that I hate the most.
He reaches behind him, dipping his clawed hand into one of the large hollowed out shells he has. My lips part as his hand finds my stomach, a deep plum now marring my skin as he shifts his palm upward. When he speaks next, it’s in his language and without knowing every word behind the prayer, the emotion in his voice…the raw desperation makes my heart clench. How many children has he seen lost? His hand stops at the base of my breast as the moon bathes me in vibrant shades, and he paints me like the walls of his ship. There is nothing violent about his movements tonight, nothing rushed nor frenzied. He worships. Anoints.
The thick incense he lights next makes my mind fuzzy, its thick spicy smell pressing into every inch of me as clawed hands dip again, this time in a bright orange as he makes another pass. Zyros dips the tip of his tail next, coating the end in a deep green, even darker than him before smoothing it up the backs of my thighs, his lower hands keeping my body in tune with his as he sways with the cadence of his prayer. One of his free upper hands smooths red paint up my neck, forcing my head upward, back to the moon. The emotion that finds me is choking as it flares and pulses above us, the tendrils, like serpents in their shadowy, wispy form. Every inch of my flesh tingles with awareness while my mind grows more and more muddled, like when the med pod injected me with the painkiller after I fell from a rocky outcropping on Zytheron. My skin sparkles and gleams, and suddenly I can’t recall why I never felt like anything less than a masterpiece. I lose track after that, of the colors, where they go. Only the feel of his rough hands on my flesh keeps my attention.
Zyros gathers my wrists, lifting them high above my head. He’s quiet now, only a deep resonant hiss that never ends, leaving him and the sounds of the jungle around us.
He lifts a length of the same vine that lights the jungle canopy and the inside of his caves, and I watch with needy, rapt attention as he binds it around me. Using his tail for support, I keep my hands high above my head, watching as he trusses my breasts up, my thighs, neck, and belly gleaming under the soft bluish purple lighting. The vines, although in a much more subtle sense than the moon, mirror its pulsing. I watch his throat bob with emotion, the significance of this far from lost on me. A soft sob works into my throat as Zyros takes the remaining length, binding it around himself as best he can, working with a measured, practiced skill.
How could his people not think him worthy of this?
I gasp as he suddenly pulls the end of the vine taut, causing me to jerk forward, slamming into his chest, my paint smearing against him. The tips of my blonde curls even dipped in vibrant blue. So many things crowd my mind, but I can’t focus on a single one as our chests heave. He looks at me like he’s waiting for something, waiting for anything, so I do the only thing that feels right…however odd, I’m overwhelmed with the need tobite.
My teeth dig into his shoulder, and the ragged groan that leaves him tells me I made the right move. “My sssaryth, you do not understand—”
I nearly growl against him, sinking my teeth deeper, determined to leave a mark that will last. The smell of the incense grows thicker, making my mind fuzzier as I feel the hot length of him extrude from his slit. I’m grinding against the thick, swollen part underneath me, my bare sex soaked as I rub furiously against him.
“There you go, my pretty little human. Take what you need from my cock.”
What I respond with is a bizarre mix between a sob and a moan. Even with the alien drug in my system, I hadn’t felt a burning need this hot. I finally pop free of him, admiring my bite as I loop my bound hands over his head for more leverage as I grind my clit on his slick length. The action jerks his tail up as I struggle to hold on, letting me know we’re truly bound. Every move I make moves him, and every limb of mine is connected to his. The inside of my thighs is dripping with his arousal and mine. The taste of his blood on my tongue only drives me deeper into my madness.
We are a tangled web of need and desperation.
