Baby System: I'm the Beast World's Only Hope!-Chapter 111: Episode : Carrying His Child.

Syris, the usually composed beast, was currently devouring Roxy’s mouth with feral hunger, like he hadn’t eaten for days, practically, he hasn’t.

And instead of looking for food, Syris was trying to eat Roxy.

His lips were cool, but his mouth was hot, a dizzying contrast that sent shivers racing down Roxy’s spine.

"Sy... wait..." Roxy gasped, trying to pull back for air, but his grip was strong on her skin.

He didn’t let her go. He simply chased her, tilting her head back further, his tongue sweeping into her mouth to claim every corner of her.

Something slithered up her leg.

It wasn’t a hand. It was thick, muscular, and incredibly dexterous. His emerald tail, now glistening with new, vibrant scales after his molt, wound its way up beneath the layers of her skirt. It felt like a living rope, cool and smooth against her heated skin.

The tip of the tail found the delicate hem of her dress and pulled. Hard.

The sound of a seam popping echoed in the quiet hallway.

"No!" Roxy’s eyes snapped open. Adrenaline overrode lust for a split second. She placed her hands flat against Syris’s broad, naked chest and shoved.

He didn’t budge; he was like a marble statue rooted to the floor, but the resistance was enough to make him pause. He pulled back an inch, his pupils dilated into wide black ovals. His breath came in ragged, hissing gasps.

Didn’t she want him? He thought.

"The dress!" Roxy scolded breathlessly, smoothing down the white silk at her hip. "The female wolves spent three days sewing the white fur trim! If you rip it, I am going to kill you, Syris!"

Syris blinked. The feral haze over his eyes cleared just a fraction, replaced by a flicker of his usual intelligence.

He looked down at her.

He took a moment, a long, agonizing moment, to actually see her. He looked at her dress, and a slow, appreciative hiss escaped him.

"You look..." Syris’s voice was deeper than before, vibrating in his chest beneath her hands. "Breathtaking. Like the snow itself has taken form."

"Thank you," Roxy breathed, her heart hammering. "Now, can we please..."

"But I do not want that," Syris interrupted, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous growl. "I want you, Roxy.."

He didn’t wait for permission. He captured her lips.

"I missed you," he murmured against her mouth, biting her lower lip gently. "In the dark... in the cold... I dreamed of you. I dreamed of your taste."

He spun her around.

Roxy gasped as she faced the wall, her hands bracing against the rough wood. Syris pressed his body against her back, molding himself to her. He was massive now. His chest felt like a shield pressing her forward.

His hands came up to pull the gold hairpin that packed her hair up, and the hair pooled down into waves. He swept it aside, exposing the nape of her neck.

He always preferred her with her hair down.

"Beautiful," Syris whispered.

He traced a finger down her spine.

There, glowing faintly in the dim light, was the mark he had left weeks ago. The emerald serpent tattoo started at the base of her neck and coiled all the way down to the small of her back. Against the stark white of her dress, the green ink looked vivid and alive.

"My claim," Syris purred. "Stained on your skin."

He lowered his head.

Roxy’s knees buckled as she felt his tongue, forked and incredibly agile, touch the skin at the base of her neck.

He traced the path of the serpent tattoo, his tongue sliding down her spine in a wet, hot line. He lingered over each vertebra, savoring the fact that she carried his symbol.

"Syris..." Roxy whimpered, her head falling forward, her forehead resting against the wall. The sensation was electric. Every time his tongue flicked against her spine, a jolt of pleasure shot straight to her core. "We can’t... not here..."

And she would clench so beautifully.

He reached the middle of her back, his hands gripping her hips to hold her steady as she trembled.

"Why not?" Syris murmured against her skin, his voice muffled by the white fur trim.

"The party," Roxy gasped, trying to find her voice. "There are three hundred guests outside. The Dragons... the Tigers... Malcor... they’ll wonder where I am."

"Let them wonder," Syris growled. He bit the sensitive skin just above her waist, drawing a sharp inhale from her. "Let them feast. I will feast on my mate."

He spun her around again.

Before Roxy could protest, he lifted her effortlessly and set her onto the table. It groaned slightly under the sudden weight.

Roxy grabbed his shoulders to steady herself. They were eye-level now. His skin was glowing with that iridescent post-molt sheen, making him look almost divine in the darkness.

"Syris, seriously," Roxy pleaded, though her voice was breathless and unconvincing. "We have guests. I can’t just disappear to have sex in the living room."

"I will be fast," Syris lied smoothly.

He stepped between her legs, parting the slit of her white dress. His cool hands slid up her thighs, the contrast of his temperature making her skin burn hotter.

"I do not need hours," Syris whispered, leaning his forehead against hers. His eyes were mesmerizing, swirling with a green light that seemed to hypnotize her. "I just need to be inside you. I need to fill you in. I need to make sure you haven’t forgotten the shape of me."

"I haven’t forgotten," Roxy admitted, her resistance crumbling. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "You’re kind of hard to forget."

Syris smirked. "Good."

He leaned in to kiss her again, his cloaca just at the base of the abdomen connecting his upper body to his lower serpentine body.

[Ding!]

[SYSTEM ALERT: BIOLOGICAL EVENT DETECTED]

[Subject: Syris (Basilisk).]

[Status: Post-Brumation Mating Frenzy.]

[Diagnosis: The Basilisk has completed a Major Molt. His biological imperative has shifted from "Survival" to "Reproduction."]

[Current State: ACTIVE MATING SEASON.]

[Duration: 5 Days.]

Roxy’s eyes widened.

Five days? Was he going to be like this for five days?

But the next prompt made her blood run cold.

[MISSION UPDATE: THE SERPENT’S LINEAGE]

[Objective: Successfully Mate and Conceive during the Mating Season.]

[Reward: 10,000,000 LP + Unique Bloodline Trait.]

Roxy stared at the floating text, her mind racing. Conceive his child? Now?

Syris, sensing her distraction, pulled back just an inch. He saw her dilated pupils and her flushed cheeks.

"Roxy?" he rasped. "What happened?"

"I... I just feel it," Roxy stammered, looking from the invisible text to Syris’s eyes. "You feel... different, Sy. More intense. Like you’re burning up, even though you’re cold."

She placed a hand on his chest, feeling his heart hammering against his ribs at a speed that wasn’t normal.

"Is this... is this because of the hibernation?" she asked, feigning ignorance. "Are you... In season?"

Syris went still. A slow, predatory calmness settled over him.

"You can sense it?" Syris murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Yes. The shed triggers the cycle. My potency is at its peak right now. My venom is purely aphrodisiac."

Hasn’t it always been an aphrodisiac?

Roxy bit her lip. The mission text was still hovering there: Conceive his child.

He moved his hand from her thigh. He slid it up, over the white silk of her dress, until his large, cool palm rested flat against her lower abdomen, right over her womb.

He pressed down gently, possessively.

The heat from his hand seemed to seep through the fabric, sinking into her organs.

He leaned in close, his lips brushing against hers, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that stole the air from her lungs.

"My love," Syris whispered, his voice a husky secret in the dark living room. He kissed the corner of her mouth, then moved to her ear.

"I want you to carry my child, Roxy."