Page 27 of Bred By Zyros (The Solar Breeding Agency #2)
twenty-four
Melody
A gasp leaves my lips as Zyros drags his tail up and down my slit underneath the warm water of the spring, another orgasm crashing through me like a wave.
I wiggle against him, trying to get more purchase, more friction to save me from his tormenting and featherlight passes, but his claw-tipped hands are equal parts gentle and unrelenting.
He’s perched on the edge of the pool, his upper body out of the water, allowing me to lounge on his tail as I do most days now.
It’s been two kentics since my dad kept up his side of the bargain.
The response was immediate. One more trip up to space to get a signal only confirmed it’s best that I stay somewhere where there’s no signal, as many were horrified by the video, just as many lobbed comments like she deserved it, stupid human, you messed with a primitive species, what did you expect?
And of course, comments on the way my body looked—although most of that was directed at humans being flabby, pale, evolutionally useless, and unappealing in general, and not so much me personally.
What I hadn’t expected was the response from The Solar Breeding Agency in support of us both, even after they were reportedly lobbed with heavy fees for breaking intergalactic breeding laws.
I asked about Lenora. They had no updates, but I have to assume she’s doing better than me.
I press my lips in a kiss to my mate's emerald and teal scales, watching the way my veins stand out next to his. The sight never fails to make my stomach warm and my heart flutter, although I’m more than ready to get off this planet and have this baby born, for obvious reasons, it’s mostly for poor Zyros’ sanity at this point.
The male is an absolute wreck. I don’t think he’s slept but a handful of zentics in the last few days.
Where I thought the egg baby, whom he still refuses to give a name, would be due any day after the first trip up to talk to dad, the due date certainly hasn’t come, but my belly isn’t any bigger than it was then.
My mate’s mind is in tatters. I’d thought him just deeply worried, and while that’s certainly true, it’s clear this is just very triggering for him.
He refuses to speak about it in any great detail, and I won’t push.
It is nice to be taken care of, to not be alone in what’s happening around us.
The longer than expected pregnancy has allowed the situation space side to settle with the Intergalactic Alliance.
They agreed not to pursue charges against me if we kept a low profile upon our return.
Essentially, shut the heck up or be arrested.
When the Oozarians offered us housing, we politely declined.
Well, I politely declined, and Zyros hissed at them.
As it turns out, and to absolutely nobody’s surprise, the agency had ulterior motives aside from credits in setting us up.
They’d spent orbits pitching the breeding program to Zyros after learning about the machines.
I assumed they’d put it all together long before.
The Oozarians are cunning, intelligent, and manipulative people, to a scary degree.
Thlorinzae herself has lobbied a call to action for the Alliance, which has turned into a very messy public hate campaign that she seems to take great pride in organizing.
I would sooner take on Xyphora’s terribly misguided ass than the Oozarian whirlwind of a female.
As promised, the former leader of the Vrircik people was ostracized, cast away to find one of the few remaining fringe groups, according to Zaelshar, who visits us now and then.
He felt horrible about what happened. Zyros explained his injury when he was young.
That among all their people, there’s not a violent bone in his body.
Not truly. He was manipulated, and turns out, so were a lot of others.
The females Zyros was forced to take hadn’t been willingly engaging in…
all that for quite some time, although they did at first. Threatened with spiritual damnation and being cast out into the jungle, away from the only home they’d ever known, had kept them compliant.
It was no excuse, and it meant little to Zyros when we learned of it.
But progress is progress. Males are even being allowed into the springs, albeit not permanently.
There’s been no mating that at least that Zaelshar is aware of, and slowly but surely, the machines that all went offline shortly after my dad’s leak are being removed.
My eyes turn upward toward my mate, his small smile fading as he stares off at the bare walls of his home.
I don’t want to imagine the course of his thoughts; I rarely think they're kind. Sometimes it makes his voice harsh, and his actions seem unreasonable, but he is learning to be softer. Even if he never fully grasps it, I don’t mind.
When you love someone, it should be fully and without reservation.
It should be for the painful parts you don’t understand just as much as the pretty parts you do.
This male would not be him if not for his pain.
While I wish, with everything, I could undo it for him, I can’t bring myself to dislike even an inch of who it’s made him.
And he’s got a whole heck of a lot of inches.
A small smirk finds my lips as I crawl up to him, scooting until I can find a comfortable position.
His slitted eyes find mine, watching with rapt attention as I make my way into his lap.
A few kisses and a lick or two is all it takes for his already aching and throbbing cock to extrude from his seam.
Both of our needs to have it lodged and buried deep inside me has been a gargantuan feat to ignore, but he refuses to risk egg baby.
I refuse to do anything that might worsen his state of mind, so no alien dick. That’s alright; Zyros is very creative.
He makes a small tsking sound. “My poor mate, it has been too long since I have stuffed you with my seed. You crave it, don’t you? Pitiful, tiny female.”
My cheeks flush as I purse my lips, my core throbbing at how quickly he always manages to flip the tables, like someone pre-equipped his translator with naughty porn dialogue. I nod, but also being a bit of a brat about it.
He smirks, and it’s like the sun parting on a cloudy day as I wiggle up closer, his tail helping me covertly because while my bump is small, it is hard, odd-shaped, and unyielding but far more unpleasant than ones before.
There’s no fluttering of tiny feet, or feet variants , no rolling or kicking.
Sometimes I think I feel something, but it is faint and probably wishful thinking.
My tongue dips out to lap at the forked tip of him, still ruddy.
It twists as it lodges inside my mouth. I’m always surprised by the amount of control he has over it.
The moment a bit of his seed leaks out of the tip, I groan around the length, the flavor bursting on my tongue.
As far as cravings go, this is definitely the strangest, but I don’t make the rules.
I just live here. My hard, swollen belly rests in the curve of his tail, like a pregnancy pillow as he uses it to fuck my mouth.
Something in me preens at the way Zyros unapologetically uses me.
For a moment, I’m not his goddess-given mate, for a moment, I’m a toy.
The thought makes my clit swell and throb.
I squirm as he ruts up, shoving so deep that his knot meets my lips.
He holds me like that for a moment, watching me struggle before he takes mercy on me.
“Such a pretty mate, choking on my cock.”
Fuck, I could get off on his words alone.
He notices, the tip of his tail coming to stroke and circle my clit as I gag around him.
Quicker than I’d ever care to admit, my orgasm rips through me, making me bite down a little.
The heady hiss that leaves his mouth has me seeing stars as he hardens and tightens inside my mouth.
“Such a good female, take a deep breath, my sssaryth.” He moans and I do, anticipation building like a hot white line deep in my core.
It’s only a few thrusts later that he gives me what I want.
His seed bursts free from his cock as he forces it deeper.
I gag at first but only once or twice, breathing through my nose and letting my tongue hang slack from my mouth as he pumps his warm seed down my throat.
My eyes roll back in my head, my mind swaying.
I’m barely aware when he backs out, my mouth snapping shut, more than a little eager to swallow my snack before he hisses in warning.
His tone is firm, his cock still throbbing with his release. “Mouth open, tongue out, my little Melody. Don’t move, yes?”
I nod, whimpering as he repositions the tip on my tongue, rubbing my tongue across the opening slit between his forked head.
His clawed hand strangles his knot as he works it over, watching waves of his come paint my tongue before slopping out.
It’s dirty, horribly so, yet another orgasm rips through me as he groans. “So beautiful.”
My eyes are watering by the time he gathers me up, letting me swallow what’s left in my throat and drags me deeper into the spring to clean me.