Page 48 of Bred By Zyros
As if to compound my thoughts, Elaria slips into the room, all but flinging herself into a gaggle of Thryss. They chitter and hiss, one doing its angry swaying warble as the toddlers' high-pitched laughing fills the room. The little dudes aren’t a huge fan of touching and physical contact, unless it’s on their terms.
Like how our daughter goes to sleep every night alone, and somehow always wakes up surrounded by the goofy creatures.
By the time we make it to the quad, late as per the usual with a slippery toddler, it’s already bustling with activity. Elaria wraps around me while I sit on top of the gravity carts trailing behind Zyros. The planet’s small landing strip is already so overrun with ships that they funnel in quicker than they can find a place to park. The muscles in my arms let out a scream of grief as I lift our daughter into the rafters of our usual booth and busy myself setting up all the intricately carved crystals, all featuring things from his native planet, his people. When I get to the naked ones of me, my face flushes, and I discreetly set them up off to the side, despite them being one of the most popular ones each year. The stand for his holo commission cards front and center instead. My face isn’t in it, but it’s all my body. Each swell and divot carved by the male who would know it best. Iwill admit, watching all the different species fawn over the art featuring me has done crazy things to my ego. This year, he’s determined to break his record of fifty-six art commissions for this orbit. Nyvalis has similar entirely untapped crystal deposits as Nyssara, although they take longer to grow and are far more fragile to work with.
My mate's arms band around me, pulling me flush to his chest as our daughter giggles and swings behind us, making my chest warm as I press the control to light up our sign indicating we’re open. The crowd is immediate; the rest of the day is spent in a blur.
Zyros
I watch my pretty little human dry herself, her odd flat feet leaving puddles on the floor of our home, as something I’m still not convinced isn’t some kind of magic dries it almost immediately, more often than not wishing it wouldn’t, that those little traces of her would linger. I pause, listening again to the sound of our daughters’ soft little snores from her bedroom. Most nights, I can’t sleep, visiting her room over and over to make sure she’s okay, despite knowing she is, ending up curled beside her bed on the floor, dozing until my mate sneaks in to pull me back out. My expression turns to a scowl as the Thryss silently waddle into her room, heading off to bed themselves. At least once a day, I regret bringing them, but then I see my mate's love and daughters’ infatuation with the useless creatures and go all soft again.
It is disturbing…but I suppose I don’t mind it.
My attention falls back to Melody, and suddenly, all thoughts vacate as she heads toward our chamber, peeking back at me before letting her towel fall, granting me a full view of her ample bottom.
My cock shoves against my seam. I may no longer be able to breed her, but it makes no difference to me. My tiny human has already given me the world. I slip after her, and she’s not halfway to our nest before I grab her from behind, covering her mouth to muffle her squeal of surprise. There is little decorum, or as she calls it, foreplay, in what comes next. My insatiable mate is already humming with need as I lay her face down on the sheets. She moans her approval, lifting her ass higher and higher for me as I find her aching center with my tongue. I don’t stop prodding, lapping, and lavishing her soaked slit until her body has tightened with her release twice. It’s only because she begs so pretty that I give her my cock. My entire being is swathed in pleasure as her cunt accepts me, giving me a deep, gripping resistance until she melts. And she always melts. Her moans fill the room, ours specially designed to dampen sound by beings far smarter than me. The sight of her wonder-filled eyes as the architect had explained the science to her, the small being beaming at my mate as she asked question after question, only drives me to rut her harder. Her breasts heave as I thrust, one of my hands capturing her throat to pull her back harder into me as her cunt chokes my knot with her release. My adorable tiny mate sags as if she’s done, but the tip of my tail gathers up her arousal before I test the tinier, tighter hole, making a needy gasp leave her lips as I push past the tight rim. I spend the rest of the night muffling her screams, finally feeling like the blessed male they claimed me to be.
