Baby System: I'm the Beast World's Only Hope!-Chapter 129: Episode : Torian Gets a Chance [19+]

Torian’s grip on her waist tightened instantly, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh of her hips. His pupils blew wide, swallowing the blue of his irises until his eyes were almost entirely black pools of desire.

Roxy’s heart was also racing.

She didn’t know why she wanted this now, but her pussy was throbbing, and she was haunted by all the scenes of intimacy she had with all her mates.

She just wanted something inside her.

Why now? She bit her lip. She didn’t understand it. Her nipples ached against the thin silk of her robe, and between her thighs, a slick heat pooled, demanding attention. Unconsciously, she ground against Torian’s arousal.

Torian didn’t pounce. He didn’t throw her onto the mattress and ravage her as his tiger instincts were screaming to do.

Instead, he inhaled sharply, "You are exhausted," Torian rasped, his voice rough with restraint. "You are carrying a child."

"You don’t want me?" Roxy whimpered, the heavy feeling intensifying low in her belly, as her grinding persisted.

He leaned his forehead against hers, closing his eyes as if in physical pain.

"As much as I want to devour you right now... I don’t want to hurt you." He replied.

Roxy let out a frustrated groan. She pulled back, looking at him with eyes that were glazed and heavy-lidded.

"I will guide you and tell you when it’s too much," she whined. "I want you so bad. I feel... itchy. My skin feels too tight."

This was finally his chance.

His mate needs him, and Torian was dancing internally; it was time to punish her for all those days of torture, and Torian wanted to take his time.

Roxy didn’t know where it was coming from. One minute, she was tired, and the next, she was feeling so horny, the heat had started in her lower belly and spread outward like wildfire.

[Ding!] 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

[System Notification: Hormonal Override.]

[Status: Pregnancy Libido Spike.]

[SassyGoddess, Don’t fight it, honey. An extra blood flow to the pelvic region during the first trimester? It’s nature’s way of saying ’have fun’. You’re sensitive, wet, and you have a tiger king in front of you. Devour him.]

Roxy really wanted to give the sassy goddess a snide remark, but the goddess was right; she needed Torian to do something.

"So it’s the baby’s fault?" she muttered.

"The baby?" Torian asked, confused, thinking she was talking to him. "Does the baby hurt?"

"No," Roxy shook her head, her gaze flicking back to the system window just as it changed.

[SassyGoddess advises that you use these positions for High Sensitivity.]

Suddenly, a slideshow of holographic images appeared floating in the air. Explicit, line-art drawings of couples in various positions.

The first one was: The Spoon, according to the description, it gives maximum intimacy, low exertion for the mother, and was good for grinding, instead of wild thrusting.

The second one was: The Edge, which allows the partner to do all the work while she just enjoys the view. Roxy squinted her eyes at the position. It reminded her of all the positions she tried out with her plastic dildo back on Earth.

Of course, ovulation was the cause of it.

The third one was: Doggy Style. Roxy knew this one and didn’t bother to read the description. It was her favorite.

Roxy’s cheeks flushed pink from the images, but the spooning caught her attention, and she wanted to try it.

"Rian," Roxy whispered, dragging her nails down his chest, quickly finding the knot for his silk trousers and tugging it loose. It came off, and his dick sprang out. "Do you want me to find someone else?"

Torian immediately narrowed his eyes. "No..."

"Then kiss me..." She leaned in and captured his lips, her tongue sweeping into his mouth, while her fingers touched him sensually on his stiff and throbbing length, making him buck his hips, meeting her teasing.

Torian groaned, his restraint crumbling like a dam under a flood. He kissed her back, his large hands roaming over her back, down to her butt, squeezing the soft flesh through her robes.

"You are burning," Torian growled against her mouth.

Precum oozed from the tip of his dick, and Roxy swirled it around, down the sensitive ridges that made him groan in a hot way that made her stomach dance.

He lifted her up effortlessly, standing up from the bed while keeping her wrapped around his waist. He walked to the bed and lay with her, still kissing her as they eased into the fur.

Torian found Roxy’s breasts as he pulled the robe off her body, and she pushed his trousers off her. His massive hand palmed her breast, rubbing the hardened nipples that made her suck in a sharp breath.

Goosebumps bloomed across her skin as she trembled; her body was too sensitive.

She thought he would stop there, but he broke the kiss and then trailed wet kisses down her neck, her stomach to her clit.

"Rian!" Roxy gasped as his face buried itself between her legs.

"Mhm..." Torian rumbled, his hands gripping her thighs to hold her steady. He doesn’t know why he had to do this; he never truly needed to, but the scent that wafted from her was so strong and delicious, he wanted to taste her.

And the scent was stronger between her legs.

His rough, barbed tongue was unlike anything else. He licked a long, slow stripe from her entrance up to her clitoris.

Roxy threw her head back, her hands tangling in his long white hair as she shivered. "Oh god... right there..."

She rasped as she grabbed her left breast and squeezed it.

Hearing her moan gave him confidence; her juices tasted like honey, and he feasted on her. He was relentless, growling against her sensitive skin, sending shockwaves through her pelvis.

It was too much, and yet not enough; the system’s diagram of the spoon flashed in her mind.

"Torian, stop," Roxy panted, pulling on his hair. "I need you inside. Now."

Torian pulled her back, his mouth wet, dripping with her juices. He stood up, shaking off his loose pants in one motion. Roxy stared at how magnificent and massive he was. The sheer size of him made her swallow; her body throbbed in anticipation.

"Lie down on your side," Roxy instructed, and Torian frowned.

"On my side? But I want to be over you."

"Just do it," Roxy urged, and he immediately obeyed, his dick throbbing with him. He lay on his side, propping himself up on one elbow. Roxy turned her back to him and backed into his embrace. She wriggled until her butt was pressed against his groin, and he sucked in a sharp breath.

She was so small while he was so big, curved into his embrace.

"Like this?" Torian asked, his arm coming around her waist, his large hand splayed over her stomach protectively.

"Yes..." Roxy breathed, her heart racing.

Torian’s breath was hot on her neck as he curled around her. His cock, now fully erect, thick, ridged, and veined in a way that promised ecstasy, pressed against her ass. She arched back, grinding against him, eliciting a low growl from his throat.

"Roxy..." he warned, but his hips bucked instinctively.

She reached back, wrapping her fingers around his shaft. Gods, he was huge, pulsing in her grip. "Shh. Let me show you." Drawing from the Sassygoddess’s visual, she lifted her top leg slightly, positioning him at her entrance. She was soaked, her folds slick and swollen with need. "Slide in slow. From behind."

Torian hesitated, his claws retracting fully to avoid scratching her. "If it hurts—"

"It won’t. I need this." Her voice was a plea, laced with desperation. The pregnancy hormones had her on edge, every nerve ending alive.

He pushed forward gently, the head of his cock breaching her. Roxy gasped, the stretch exquisite. Inch by inch, he filled her, his ridges dragging along her inner walls, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her core.

When he was fully seated, buried to the hilt, she moaned, clenching around him. "Fuck, Torian... you’re so deep like this."

He nuzzled her neck, his fangs grazing her skin without breaking it. "You feel incredible. So tight, so wet for me." He began to move, slow, shallow thrusts that built a delicious friction.

Roxy rocked back against him, matching his rhythm. The position was perfect; no pressure on her stomach, just pure, intimate connection. She could feel every inch of him, the way his cock throbbed inside her, hitting that sweet spot with each gentle pump.

But she wanted more. The itch was still there, demanding more from her. The Sassygoddess’s other suggestions flickered in her mind.

"Wait... let’s try something else." She pulled away slightly, ignoring his whine of protest, she rolled onto her hands and knees.

This should be far better than the others.

Torian’s eyes darkened with lust. "Roxy, are you sure?"

[A/N: We will finally get to see Roxy’s body tattooed with all four mates’ mating marks.]