Page 8 of Bred By Zyros
But Iasked.
I make a note not to do that next time. Surely, if she experiences any pain of value, she will voice it to me. I would prefer her perform her smiles rather than crying. It is wildly uncomfortable. Females of my kind rarely show any emotion aside from anger. I certainly have never seen one cry. Although I know they do. It echoes in the jungle sometimes.
She stands, having wiped the water from her eyes, bending her odd little body in a fold and making the most interesting sound as she does. Her palms land flat on the floor of the ship, her legs straight, her bottom raised high. I focus on the swell of it, hugged by her body covering. My cock stirs inside my slit, making me bare my fangs. She stays like that for a moment before straightening suddenly. Her hair bounces as she peeks over her shoulder, her cheeks reddened again. Pink more so…like a sithvorrin shard.
I rear back. “Come, it will be a slow journey with you dragging behind.” I rush from the ship, myownship. Immediately, thescent of Nyssara hits me, our sun long set, and the coolness of night brings with it all the dangers that lurk in the shadows. I pause below the ramp, watching as she hurries down after me. The light from our slitted moon casts its blessing on the white fabric of her covering. The fabric covering her is devoid of color, jarring in the dark, vibrant landscape, but then again, so isshe.
Her smile eats up her face as she takes it all in, and I can’t help but feel my chest swell with pride knowing she is impressed by my planet. Wishing I could see it through her goddess-given eyes, without the taint of the life I’ve lived on it.
five
Melody
My eyes rise to the canopy above me, taking in the bioluminescent vines hanging like sentients wishing for another glance at Nyssara’s moon. The odd slit down its middle looks almost like someone carved out the center in a thin line. Whether that’s simply shadow-play or something to do with its surface is fascinating, so I blink, scanning it. Zyros seems to glide through the thick jungle with ease, not so much as a rustling of plant life. I, on the other hand, sound like a wrecking ball as I clomp through the vegetation, veering off the path to check out some bright blue leaves. I gasp, cursing under my breath as a sharp burning pain erupts in my leg, making us both halt.
I barely get time to take in the damage, which I don’t think is more than a scratch, before I’m jerked from the ground and hauled into a well-formed chest. My eyes widen as Zyros shiftsme into his lower arms, leaving my back to rest against the forearm of his upper ones, while the right side grips my ankle.
Oh, maybe a little worse than I thought.
The scratch is deep, but not super painful. A yelp leaves my throat as Zyros jerks it higher, my hands slapping down to try and cover my now very much exposed underwear. “Hey, you can’t just—”
He brings my bloodied leg inches from his face before his forked tongue pokes out, testing the air around it. My translator misses whatever he hisses under his breath, but it’s when he drags that long tongue up the scratch that short-circuits my brain. Heat floods my cheeks as he makes another pass, my core tightening as arousal floods between my thighs.
It’s wrong, it should be gross…
It’s not.
Well, I mean, it is, but like sexy gross.
“Zyros…” my voice is off, breathy, even to my own ears.
A growl slips from his throat in response.
“I—”
“Silence, female, you were slashed byOphirith Lashvine. I am neutralizing the toxin.”
That got unsexy very fast.
“Toxin!?” My voice squeaks as I try to sit up in his arms, only for his claws to band around my upper arm, securing me in place. “Wait, let me scan it!”
He laps at it again, and my head spins. “Ridiculous female. Scanning and asking questions, waking the jungle.” His voice is deeper now, rougher,strained,and it does funny things to my core.
I squirm again, trying to get a look at the residue on my calf, but his head is in the way. A ragged gasp leaves my throat as the tip of his tail wraps around my neck, thick and cool against my flushed skin. “Be still. You are of no use to me if you are dead.”
Romantic.
My heart is pounding, and for the life of me, I can’t tell if it’s from the toxin or the alien male lapping at my leg, choking back his groans with each pass. Maybe it’s the rough grip his claws have on my oversensitive flesh, or his tail bound around my neck. He squeezes it tighter, and there’s a second of panic before it’s overwritten, my implant blaring in my mind. Alerting me that my body temperature is too high.
Oh, the toxin then.
Oh, shit, but I feel…good.
I squirm again, but this time, it’s not to get away. This time I want to get closer,tighter. I wish he’d let go of my leg so I could squeeze my thighs together. My head cants backward so I can stare at the odd way the glowing vines that seem to dominate the thick jungle canopy are pulsing now. Each lap of his tongue may as well be on my sex and when my orgasm rips through me, it comes blinding, sudden, and out of the blue. I suck my lips into my mouth to stifle any sound. I’m hot and panting, my mind limp and hazy as he shifts me in his arms. Breathing in his heady rainstorm musk, as I nuzzle into his neck.
“Zyros, I feelodd.” I whimper, pressing myself deeper into him.
He growls. “Yes, female. It would seem theLashvinehas quite a different effect on humans than it does on my people. The plant is nearly undetectable in its translucent, scentless form. It should pass quickly now that I neutralized it.” I squirm, unable to hold still when his shiny teal hair brushes my temple, making me gasp. It’s cool, soft between my fingers as I knot them into it.
