Page 12 of Bred By Zyros (The Solar Breeding Agency #2)

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Melody

Another three solars pass, the same long trek through the jungle on Zyros’ back to the water's edge. Three more days spending my time scanning the crystals he brings up and being chittered at by Thryss. It seems the little dudes are highly intelligent, maybe not intellectually, but in awareness. They’re kind of dumb, actually.

Zyros explained it's why they’re probably nearly indestructible.

They’d be extinct otherwise. Sometimes I point and toss pebbles at a certain plant, and after a few times, they either go get it for me, which is the intended response, or they eat it, which is kind of annoying.

When we set out for day four, I’m more than a little eager.

Zyros stayed up most of the night, helping me weave baskets to gather my plants in.

A concept that had disgusted him at first. He said it was what prey ate and then slipped off deeper into the cave to brood about it, no doubt.

On solar three, when he rose from the water with his last few bags, he’d nearly lost his mind as he watched a little dude hand over a leaf and me promptly pop it in my mouth, after breaking off a piece to give back to the Thryss, of course.

I don’t think they normally eat the leaves, considering they usually just hack it up soon after, but it’s the system we worked out, and so far, it works.

Quid pro quo, I suppose.

The others seem hilariously appalled by the hacking; they chitter and hop around like crazy before they settle, then do it all over again next time. I’m not sure if I or the Thryss know what it all means, but we’re definitely bonding.

When I ate the leaf, Zyros had panicked, ordering me to throw it up immediately before threatening to retrieve it from my throat.

He’d declined to help me find plants to eat since, but I’m doing pretty well on my own.

He stays in the water for a while, so the Thryss and I venture off a bit but not far, and we haven’t been caught yet.

Today, as I slip off Zyros’ back, a loud roaring boom from the darkened sky makes me slam right back into him.

My wide, panicked eyes find his. Heavy, dark green clouds gather, looming and swirling far off in the distance, only seen in brief breaks in the canopy.

He makes a sound that seems suspiciously like a chuckle before peeling me from him. “It is the storms. They’re getting close now. It will be a matter of days before they take hold.”

“Oh, that means no more trips to the water, huh?” I don’t hide the disappointment in my voice. The last two weeks have been…nice, if not a little odd. We talk, well, I talk, and Zyros listens dutifully while I ramble. He acts annoyed, but when I stop, he asks another question to get me going again.

“Not for a while, Sssaryth . It is why the caves go deep.”

Sssaryth.

He’s taken to calling me that lately. I can’t bring myself to ask what it means since my implant supplies nothing.

If it’s mean, I’ll only have to be mad at him again and that really tires me out.

The Thryss are already lurking just under the surface of the water, waiting for Zyros to leave as he unwraps his tail from my ankle, moving away slower than usual.

He’s also…changed a bit. I had assumed his species had a slit, like a pouch, to keep his member in.

It has become more pronounced, bulging in the past week, where the area was nearly flat before. Knowing he desires me, it’s doing something absolutely unreasonable to my body. I pleasure myself nearly nightly now, my core nearly always slick and wanting.

I need to be bred and soon.

I can’t recall ever feeling this way. Of course, my other pairings, with few exceptions, had given me pleasure, but that was after the fact. During, not longing, wanting, desiring before. It seems very unprofessional, a lot like crossing lines.

Soon enough, Zyros slips into the water, and my little dudes pop out, chittering and hissing in his direction to tell him off.

I’m organizing my baskets, the thin strap on my shoulder, and chatting to them about something Old Earth used to do called Daylight Savings Time when they suddenly grow quiet before a rise of hisses jerks my attention up.

My lips part, my heart shuddering to a stop in my chest as my gaze lands on another familiar-looking Vrircik male, although I can’t place him.

His coloring is the exact opposite of Zyros’.

Where Zyros is vibrant and shining, this male is endlessly dark.

His inky purple-black hair shifts as he regards the Thryss already gearing up to notch their heads back and shoot teeth at the male.

Something they have no idea is entirely useless, but I am suddenly so very aware of. It seems less funny now.

I flinch as he raises his hand at me and…waves.

When I don’t return the gesture, his brow furrows, and he tries again.

My breath halts in my lungs. The longer he waves, the longer I stay frozen in fear.

The memory of the female Vrircik shooting from the wood line at top speed makes my chest tighten uncomfortably.

He’s growing agitated, his tongue slipping out to scent the air before he surges forward.

I stumble back so far my feet hit the water.

That makes him freeze, where his face was angry, frustrated, and confused before, his eyes widen, hissing something in his native tongue.

I’ve learned over the past few days, it’s not that my translator was having a hard time picking up their language; it’s that it’s not a registered language. Which seems obvious in hindsight.

I can’t understand what he’s saying, and he doesn’t seem to have a translator of his own as the female had.

It’s more like concepts, pieces of a group of words, and it’ll be that way until it picks up more of the language or gets an update.

Seeing as this is a primitive species and no other alien races are supposed to even contact them, that seems unlikely.

The Thryss are all but ignored as I wade deeper into the water, which only seems to upset him more.

He doesn’t want me in here.

Why?

Because he knows that’s where Zyros is?

Something shifts behind me, and I don’t dare take my eyes off the large, dark colored male as he hisses and bears his fangs.

It’s not until I feel two wet, chilled arms grip me around my waist that I take my first full breath.

Zyros holds me like a vice with his upper arms, his lower ones used to brace himself on the rock I’m standing on.

Inching just a few notches back, my eyes widen at the sudden drop off I’m on the ledge of.

The other male snarls and hisses loudly, puffing his chest in challenge, and oh god, I’m going to throw up.

Zyros hisses back, his claws prodding my flesh as his hands snake underneath my clothes.

My shock meddles with fear and arousal as he grips me possessively, his eyes never leaving the other male when he hisses something out in his native tongue.

“ Mine .”

Is the only word I catch, my belly fluttering.

The other male seems to disagree, mimicking a wave again.

Zyros snarls, gripping me so tightly that I gasp as the end of his tail snaps out in warning.

He’s pressed into me, holding me from behind but slightly off to the side, his deadly eyes and teal hair all a beautiful picture of vitriol as he bears his fangs.

It’s then I’m reminded of what I truly signed up for.

This is not a highly evolved species. They are primitive, even by human standards, and that’s saying something.

They were thrust into a world with no understanding and little access by the Intergalactic Alliance, who knows how long ago.

My thoughts halt in my brain as his long-forked tongue snakes out, fluttering against my inner thigh. When it slips underneath the loose seam of my shorts, I whimper.

“ My female .” Comes again.

His tongue is testing my inner thighs, tasting the arousal that always seems to build there as he displays this…caveman-ish show of possessiveness.

Ownership.

God, I’ve never been so turned on.

Or terrified.

His tongue is gone all too soon as he rises from the water, lifting me into his arms before passing me into his tail’s coil. They exchanged a few more heated words, and I can tell Zyros is barely keeping it together.

With a gruff hiss, the other Vrircik shoots off, and the sight of Zyros’ heaving back, his ragged hissing breath, is all that fills the muggy, humid air. Even the Thryss dip out as his rage turns on me. “You beckoned another male,” he seethes.

“Huh?”

A scream leaves my throat as I’m slammed into the ground. But no, not the ground, just on top of his tail. My body fitting comfortably on the thick, wide expanse. He’s on top of me in an instant. I gasp as something long, wet, and hot presses from my upper thighs to the bottom of my heaving ribs.

“You want to take another male?”

“What? No!”

I gasp as his hand knots in my hair, forcing my face to his as venom drips from his fangs.

“Lying female.” I nearly moan at the tug at the base of my scalp.

He’s not himself, enraged yes, but…I don’t feel scared of him.

Not like I should be. He shoves his cock against me, and I nearly erupt from the thought alone. “You scent for me . You are mine .”

“Yes.” I moan.

“But you want more males to breed your little human cunt? I will kill them if they try.”

“N-no, I’m here for you.” Arousal and suffocating need cloud my brain.

“You beckoned another.” He all but roars, snapping his fangs next to my neck. I shudder, and so does he, like he wants nothing more than to bite me. Do I want that?

Yeah, yeah I do.

Suddenly, a memory from that first night on the alien drug floods my mind.

The wave.

“I waved at him that first night. It’s a h-human greeting.” I gasp as he ruts into me again, the base of his thick cock brushing against my flushed skin.

“It is beckoning . The females will wave their tails and present. Call to willing breeders. Do not do this human greeting again, Melody. You are not on Vortara, not on your human settlement, you are elsewhere now.”

There’s something about the way he drags out the S on his words that makes my head spin. “I-I’m sorry.”

“Yes. Yes, you are female. Needy and sorry.” I whimper as his claws cut through the front of my pants, baring my sex to him, wet and throbbing. “I wish to taste you here, where your smell is choking.”

“Oh god, yes.” I snap my head up mere seconds before his thick forked tongue meets my aching center, and stars burst behind my eyes.

Zyros doesn’t just taste, he devours. The sight of him buried between my thighs is awe-inspiring, his moon burst eyes tracking, watching, and testing.

His tongue is spreading and splitting my sex as he ruts into his clawed fist, choking his ruddy, teal and fuchsia-tipped cock.

It is long, so long and thick at the base until it tapers into a forked head, a thick knot in the middle.

His teal hair spreads around my thighs as he pays attention to every twitch, every moan.

I’m mindless, grinding against his lipless mouth as his tongue bunches, twists, and twirls inside of me.

The first orgasm rips through me like a blade, making me fade out of consciousness until I’m slammed back.

I lose track of the number of times I scream out my climax, and only when a hiss rips through him and his hot seed ropes out onto my heated flesh can I barely feel my limbs.

It takes a long time for me to stop my whimpering, the overwhelming pleasure ripping ragged hiccups from my chest as he drags me into his arms. Sinking us into the cool water.

“Have I harmed you, Sssaryth?”

I’m panting when I shake my head, my face buried in his neck. “No, quite the opposite.”

He huffs at that. “I meant it, human Melody. I will kill them all.”

My body is boneless against him, and my thoughts are much the same.

The fact that we’re sunk into a who knows how deep body of water, with who knows what lurking underneath us, is far from my mind.

I’m undeniably…content for right now, safe in his arms. It seems like an elephantine task to pull myself away from his chest, our eyes meeting as I give him a sleepy smirk and wave.

His eyes widen and then narrow as he tugs me back to his chest before lying on his back, swimming us through the water. The cool temperature soothes my limbs. “Ridiculous female.”

I can only manage half a chuckle before I fall asleep.

This is not going at all how it’s supposed to.