Page 30 of Bred By Zyros (The Solar Breeding Agency #2)

Melody Two Years Later

Panic hits my chest as I duck around the vines hanging from the ceiling of Elaria’s room on Nyvalis.

We were lucky to find the place that offered a similar environment to Nyssara, being in the same quadrant as well as largely more advanced.

“Elaria, enough of this. We’re going to be late!

” I call, my heart pounding in my chest. I know what’s going to happen.

That’s the worst part. I just don’t know when.

“I’m getting your dad!” I warn, forcing my tone to be stern when all I want to do is laugh.

“Back right corner.” Zyros offers from where he leans against the wide-open archway of her room.

My head slams in that direction just as our daughter swings down from the vines, making me scream. I huff, snatching the giggling child from the vines as I whirl to level a very fake glare at my mate. “You lied.”

He just shrugs. “It’s funny.”

“It was funny the first few times, slightly amusing the first few kentics even. Now every morning, I start my day by being jump scared by my sweet little baby.”

I bare my teeth in a fake hiss at the little girl, still giggling like mad in my arms, before passing her off to her dad. “You can get her dressed. The quad opens soon!”

“Good job, little one,” he coos at her, letting her wrap her tail around one of his arms before dropping her, letting her dangle much to her amusement.

My chest warms, and a sappy smile spreads on my face before I remember I’m supposed to be acting annoyed as he turns, heading toward her closet, filled with cute dresses as she can’t wear pants.

We always give her the option to choose herself, as Vrirciks traditionally don’t wear coverings.

But she sees mommy in pretty dresses and obviously wants in on it.

I peek out of the window of our home, ushering a little dude out of the sunken living room where we have our central living nest, like a couch, but Vrircik version.

Nyvalis is unique in the sense that it’s more or less a no man's land. A merchant hub where displaced species, or anyone who is lacking a home, settle. We keep to ourselves, and honestly? It’s perfect.

Everyone minds their own business and fends for their own, all save for one day out of a kintic when the quad opens.

Residents and passersby set up shops and sell their wears or shop and trade for things on other stalls.

I’d like to think of Nyvalis as Nyssara’s cooler little brother.

Where Nyssara was small in its own right, our home is considered a dwarf planet.

We’d stumbled on it much by accident when leaving Nyssara.

One of the Thryss had chewed through a stabilizing cable, which called for a very intense emergency landing before we’d even hit hyperdrive.

At the time, we didn’t have the parts needed to fix the ship, so we just stayed.

Soon enough, a part did come through, yet here we are.

This is home now.

Zyros, with the help of some of the other locals in trade for his art installations and my retained credits from my work as a breeder, built us our home.

Its layout is open and airy, but not unlike our first cave, traditional rooms traded for a more chamber style.

The natural hot springs on this planet are fewer than its big sister, but we have a warmed pool that acts mostly the same.

Getting to watch Zyros adapt to modern living was adorable and hilarious.

One of the first things we traded for was a food processor, although he still hunts for himself and Elaria, who, much to my horror, prefers the taste of raw meat to anything else.

Vrircik children mature very quickly, physically at least. By age six, she should be more or less the size she’ll be fully grown.

The Kalzait doctor, who Zyros all but threatened to give her a checkup after he bought some crystals, had said her smaller size was likely due to a defect in her birth.

My prolonged labor and inconsistent contractions were what he called contributing factors.

When I put my shoes on, the date on my new holo pager grabs my attention.

Mom's birthday.

It was perhaps a selfish decision to go no contact, to not accept them as approved senders when setting up the device, especially considering it was my dad who helped us do…

well, pretty much everything in terms of helping Nyssara.

The peace I felt when we traveled to Vortara to have my implant removed only confirmed that I wanted to make the wrong decision for their family. The right one for mine.

For the first time in my life, I wanted to be a bad daughter.

A selfish daughter.

A daughter who chooses her found family over her old one.

If I’m all those things, I’ve made peace with it.

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. I will 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.