Baby System: I'm the Beast World's Only Hope!-Chapter 130: Episode : We have a meeting.

The next morning, Roxy felt like a baddie.

Why?

Because her body was covered with tattoos, standing in front of the stream, she could see all the marks she never knew she could have.

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The steam rising from the hot spring was thick, a white curtain that separated the freezing winter air from the heat bubbling up from the earth.

Roxy stood waist-deep in the water, the heat soaking into her battered muscles. She felt... used in the best and most exhausting way possible.

Her legs trembled slightly as she shifted her weight. Her inner thighs felt like jelly, and there was a dull, throbbing ache in her hips that served as a reminder of the race she had just run.

Back on earth, I didn’t even have this much stamina.

[Because the men you always slept with lacked stamina, they had dicks that looked like a toothpick.]

You take that back. There was actually one good one.

[Oh, you mean the dark skinned BBC?]

How much of my life have you watched?

[Enough to have a documentary.]

Is that even legal?

[...]

Roxy was not having it with this system. If she could destroy it, she would have done it from the very start, but she was not going to complain about how good the sex with Torian was.

Neither was she going to deny that her body still wanted more.

Or was this baby a slut?

[It’s just the biological cravings your body demands.]

Hmm... makes sense. Because I do feel like I have been a slut lately.

[You have always been a slut, right from the start.]

While Roxy and her system bickered, Roxy couldn’t help but remember Torian. He hadn’t lied about his stamina.

The Tiger King had kept her awake until the sun began to bleed over the horizon, his frustration at being denied full release manifesting in hour after hour of relentless fucking.

But Roxy couldn’t blame herself; if he had to release, he should do it somewhere else. She had to teach them how to release outside.

Just like what they do when they touch themselves, which Roxy was very positive they had done before.

Her reflection in the water mirrored how wrecked she was. Her hair was a damp, tangled bird’s nest. Her lips were swollen and red. Her skin was flushed pink from the heat.

Remind me to get a standing room, once we buy the mansion.

[Anything you want, master.]

...

But her eyes were drawn to the new addition on her body.

Right there, on her arm like an arm bracelet, was a stylized tiger stripe, jagged and possessive, claiming that patch of skin for the Citadel.

"He actually did it," Roxy whispered, running her wet fingers over the mark. It tingled, warm to the touch.

She reached around to her back. Her skin there felt sticky. Torian had obeyed her plea, barely. He had pulled out at the last second, spilling his seed across her lower back and buttocks with a growl of agony.

I was not sorry.

[Ding!]

[System Notification: Bond Update]

[Mate Status: Torian (Tiger King) - Mark Established.]

[Bond Level: Secure.]

[SassyGoddess, Girl, at least you got some good dick from this position, you are walking like a newborn giraffe today. I watched the vitals. That tiger has zero chill. Also, kudos on the pull-out negotiation. I thought he was going to cry. 8/10 for technique, 10/10 for stamina.]

Roxy rolled her eyes, sinking lower into the water until it lapped at her chin. "Shut up," she mumbled into the bubbles. "I’m sore in places I didn’t know existed."

[Sassy Goddess snickers, That’s the pregnancy libido, honey. Nature’s painkiller. Speaking of painkillers... incoming.]

Roxy frowned. "Incoming?"

A twig snapped on the snowy path leading to the spring.

"You are up early," a deep, rumbling voice said. "Considering you did not sleep."

Roxy turned.

Zarek stood on the rocky bank. He was shirtless, wearing only loose silk trousers tied in a knot that hung low on his hips. The cold didn’t bother him; snowflakes landed on his broad, muscular shoulders and melted instantly against his golden skin.

He held a bar of soap and a thick, soft sponge in his hand.

"I needed to wash," Roxy said, her voice raspy from a night of moaning. "I feel sticky."

Zarek’s golden eyes swept over her. He looked at the swollen lips. He looked at the shadows under her eyes. And then, his gaze locked onto the mark on her arm.

His jaw tightened. A flicker of something primal flared in his eyes.

"The Cat finally claimed his territory," Zarek noted, his voice devoid of emotion.

"It was what he had always wanted," Roxy admitted, splashing water on her arm. But when she looked at it from this angle, it was actually a good mark.

She could imagine the kind of dresses that would fit the mark.

"I heard," Zarek said dryly. "The entire forest heard."

[Everyone could clearly hear how much of a slutty human you were.]

Roxy groaned in shame; she didn’t know the voices could travel so far. Zarek stepped into the water.

The water level rose as his massive frame submerged. He moved behind her, the heat radiating from his chest warming her back before he even touched her.

"Let me," Zarek murmured.

He didn’t wait for permission. He began to lather the sponge.

His hands were large, rough, and exquisitely hot. He began to scrub her back, moving in slow, firm circles. He washed away the dried fluids, the sweat, and the evidence of another man’s possession.

It was an intimate act, but it felt heavy. Zarek wasn’t just cleaning her. He was reasserting his presence.

Jealousy, you could call it, because he had been very patient and calm with Roxy having to be with the snake and Torian.

"You are tense," Zarek whispered, his breath ghosting over her wet ear. He dropped the sponge and used his bare hands to knead the knot in her shoulder.

"I’m exhausted, Z," Roxy leaned back against him, her head resting on his shoulder. "Torian... he has a lot of energy."

"He is a child who finally got his toy," Zarek grunted, his thumbs pressing deep into her trapezius muscles. "But I have been patient, Roxy."

Roxy opened her eyes. "Patient?"

Zarek’s hands slid down from her shoulders. They moved over her ribs, skimming the sides of her breasts, and settled firmly on her stomach.

His large palms covered her stomach completely.

Beneath his hands, deep under her skin, Roxy felt an answering heat. It was the Dragon’s Mark, the brand he had placed on her womb after she had received Syris’s mating mark. It felt like it was responding to its master.

He pressed her back against a large, smooth boulder that lined the edge of the stream, trapping her between the stone and his hard, heat-radiating body. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

His hand moved lower on her stomach, his thumb rubbing the spot where his mark lay. The connection between his fire and her womb sent a jolt of arousal straight to her core, bypassing her exhaustion completely.

Did he do this on purpose, knowing I would be aroused?

Roxy gasped, her breath hitching. "Zarek..."

"I want you," Zarek stated simply.

He leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers. His eyes were burning gold, swirling with fire. It made her shiver in shock at how much heat, pooled in his molten gold eyes.

"I want to remind you who gave you the strength to carry this life. I want to be inside you. It has been too long, Roxy."

"I’m sore," Roxy whispered weakly, though her body was already betraying her. Her hips moved involuntarily, seeking the friction of his thigh between her legs.

"I know," Zarek murmured. "I will be slow."

He kissed her neck, right over Kaelen’s mark. He didn’t bite over it. He licked it, soothing the skin, asserting that while the wolf might have marked the surface, the Dragon owned her beneath.

Roxy felt her knees weaken. The soreness in her muscles seemed to dissolve under his touch, replaced by a heavy, languid need. The pregnancy hormones, seemingly insatiable, roared back to life.

"You’re taking advantage of my condition," Roxy panted, tilting her head to give him better access.

"I am servicing your condition," Zarek corrected, his hand sliding down between her legs, finding her already slick and ready. "You need this."

He lifted her easily, positioning her so she was sitting on the submerged ledge of the boulder. The water buoyed her up, making her weightless.

Zarek moved between her legs. He was hard, impressively, dauntingly hard, pressing against her entrance.

Roxy looked at him. "Zarek," she breathed.

"Yes?"

She leaned forward, biting his lower lip.

"After this, we have a meeting to hold."