Baby System: I'm the Beast World's Only Hope!-Chapter 143: Episode : Don’t go back to Earth!

"Hmm..." Roxy thought deeply.

Well, here goes nothing.

Roxy took a deep breath. She wasn’t just a transmigrator anymore. She was a mother and their queen.

So it made perfect sense that they would want her to name the children.

"Okay," she whispered. "Let me see them."

Lyra eagerly held them out. Roxy reached out, her fingers brushing against the warm, dry scales of the red hatchling. She checked the underbelly, using the basic biology knowledge the System provided.

"This one is a girl," Roxy smiled, tapping the red nose. The hatchling chirped, a sound like cracking geodes. "Her name is Rhae."

Lyra gasped softly. "Rhae. It sounds like the wind through the canyons. It is beautiful."

Roxy turned to the black one on the left. This one was feisty, snapping at her finger with gum-filled jaws. "Another girl. But she has an attitude. She’s strong." Roxy grinned. "Kaida. It means ’Little Dragon’ where I come from."

"Kaida," Vorian tested the name, his voice like gravel. "Strong. Good."

Finally, the dark one peeking out from Vorian’s cloak. A male. He stared at Roxy with intense, intelligent orange eyes.

"And you," Roxy whispered, feeling a spark of spirit in him. "Ryuu. The Spirit Dragon."

Everyone quietly observed, awed by the names.

"Rhae. Kaida. Ryuu," Lyra repeated, tears shining in her violet eyes. "Thank you, Luna. You have given them identity."

Roxy was the one who helped her, and now she was so happy that Roxy could name her children, too.

"Just don’t blame me if Ryuu grows up to be a troublemaker," Roxy joked weakly. Everyone laughed.

"We will cherish them," Vorian promised, bowing his head.

With the ceremony done, Roxy switched back to business mode for one final decree.

"Before you leave," she said, addressing the gathered leaders. "The roles are set. The Citadel provides the raw gold. The Peaks provide the Mint, Zarek will oversee the melting and stamping to ensure the aura is authentic. The Iron-Wood provides the logistics and the Bank. We start production at dawn."

"It shall be done," Titus agreed, bowing.

Before they could leave, Roxy stopped Titus. She pushed a vial into his hand.

She then whispered in a quiet voice. "Drop this in the water near the Citadel, and ensure that every female and male drinks from it."

Titus gasped but immediately nodded. The couple bowed to her.

What she gave them was the Fertility Vial she bought from the system shop.

The meeting dispersed. And Kaelen, ever the responsible Alpha, volunteered to escort the dignitaries to the edge of the territory.

"I will take the terrors," Kaelen grunted, scooping up Axel and Onyx.

"Lizzies!" Iris shrieked, reaching for Lyra’s babies. "Want lizzies!"

"You can walk with them to the gate, Princess," Kaelen soothed her, lifting her onto his shoulders. "But Lizzies go to the mountains. We have enough monsters here."

As the noisy procession left the cabin, Roxy finally sighed in relief, a breath she didn’t realize she was holding.

Syris immediately began clearing the table. Drax, wanting to be helpful like his idol, grabbed a cloth and started wiping down the chairs.

"I’m going to lie down," Roxy announced, pressing a hand to her forehead. "My head is pounding."

"Rest," Syris ordered without looking up from his cleaning. "I will bring you tea when the kitchen is restored."

Roxy nodded and retreated to the bedroom.

The room was dim and warm. Roxy climbed into the nest of pillows, curling onto her side. She closed her eyes, expecting to sleep.

But sleep didn’t come.

Instead, clit was throbbing, and her nipples had stood erect without any warning, her skin flushed, and she began to twist left and right, feeling uncomfortable.

The door clicked open softly.

Roxy didn’t open her eyes. "Syris? That tea was fast."

"It’s not the Snake," a deep, rumbling voice answered.

Roxy opened her eyes.

Zarek stood by the door. He had shed his heavy formal robes, wearing only loose trousers. His chest was bare, a landscape of golden skin and hard muscle illuminated by the firelight.

"Zarek," she breathed. "I thought you went with Kaelen."

"I do not escort guests," Zarek said, locking the door. "I don’t like the smell of them."

Valid much.

He walked toward the bed and sat on the edge of the mattress, the depression of his weight pulling her toward him.

"Does your head still hurt?" he asked, his hand coming up to brush a stray hair from her face. His palm was scorchingly hot.

"A little," Roxy admitted, shifting her legs. The friction of the sheets against her skin sent a jolt of electricity up her spine. "But... mostly, I feel..."

"You feel what?" Zarek leaned closer, his golden eyes narrowing as he scanned her face.

"Horny," Roxy blurted out. "Like, really, really horny. It’s making me crazy."

Zarek froze for a second. Then, he threw his head back and laughed.

It was a deep, guttural sound that vibrated in his chest and made Roxy’s heart skip a beat.

Why was he laughing at me?

She bit down on her lips, looking a little downcast as she whimpered in shame.

He leaned over her, caging her with his arms.

"Will they interrupt?" Roxy asked breathlessly, her hands coming up to rest on his biceps.

"Kaelen is walking the guests. Iris refused to let go of the hatchlings, so it will take time," Zarek murmured, leaning down to kiss the sensitive spot behind her ear. "Syris is teaching Drax how to clean. We are alone."

"Can you help me?" Roxy whimpered, arching her back as his lips traveled down her neck.

"I would be more than happy to," Zarek whispered.

His hands moved to the laces of her tunic. He undid them with agonizing slowness, his knuckles grazing her skin with every movement. He peeled the fabric away, revealing her swollen breasts and the curve of her belly.

Zarek pulled back to look at her. His gaze held hers with respect. He traced the curve of her stomach where his mark sat.

He lowered his head and kissed the bump, his lips lingering. Then he looked up, his eyes dark with a new kind of hunger.

"You look so fucking good," Zarek growled.

Roxy gasped. Zarek never swore. He spoke like an ancient king. Hearing the rough, vulgar word roll off his tongue with his deep accent clit to throb again with arousal.

"Zarek..."

"I love the way you smell," he continued, moving lower. "Like honeyl. You are dripping for me, aren’t you?"

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her leggings and pulled them down.

"So fucking wet," he noted, his voice rough.

He positioned himself between her legs. He didn’t enter her; he knew the risks with the pregnancy and his size, but he didn’t need to.

He lowered his head and lapped at her.

"Oh god!" Roxy cried out, her fingers tangling in his long black hair.

His tongue was broad and hot, moving with a rhythm that stole her breath away. He tasted her like she was the finest wine he had ever stolen from Torian.

The door handle turned.

"Roxy, I brought the—"

Syris walked in, holding a tray of tea. He stopped dead.

He saw the Dragon King between Roxy’s legs. He saw Roxy arching off the mattress, her face flushed with pleasure. Her body shudders from the intensity.

Zarek lifted his head, his mouth wet her and looked at the snake.

"Put the tea down, Snake," Zarek commanded, his voice thick with lust. "Come here."

Syris set the tray on the dresser with a clink. His neon eyes dilated until they were almost black. He walked to the bed, shedding his tunic as he moved.

"Is she... stable?" Syris asked, his voice trembling slightly as he climbed onto the mattress behind Roxy’s head.

"She is burning," Zarek replied. "Join in."

Syris slid his arms under Roxy’s shoulders, propping her up. He looked down at her heavy, swollen breasts.

"May I?" Syris whispered against her ear.

"Yes," Roxy sobbed. "Please."

Syris lowered his mouth to her breast. His tongue, forked and cool, flicked against her sensitive nipple.

The contrast was mind-shattering. Zarek’s tongue between her legs, Syris’s cooling, electric touch on her chest.

"Fuck," Roxy moaned, using the word she had taught them.

"That’s it," Syris whispered, experimenting with the language. "You like that? You like being... shared?"

"Damn right she does," Zarek growled from below.

It sounded funny to Roxy on a normal day, but hearing them say it while she was this turned on made her grip the fur beneath her fingers.

Only their voices were undoing her more than their fingers and tongue.

It was like every flesh underneath her skin was being licked by them. Her body was convulsing like an electric wire.

He slipped two fingers inside her, curling them in a "come hither" motion that hit her G-spot relentlessly, while his thumb worked her clitoris.

"So tight," Zarek groaned. "Even now. You feel so damn good around my fingers."

"Syris..." Roxy pleaded, her hips bucking.

"I have you," Syris murmured. His hand slid down to her other breast, tweaking the nipple hard, while he kissed her neck, biting lightly. "Be a good girl for us, Roxy."

The combination of the dirty talk, her own curses turned into weapons of pleasure, and the dual stimulation was too much.

Her body shuddered as she bucked off the bed.

"I’m coming!" Roxy screamed. "I’m coming!"

Roxy clamped down on Zarek’s fingers, her body shaking violently, as she bit down on her lower lip. Syris held her tight, whispering praise into her ear, his cool skin grounding her as she shattered.

For a long time, the only sound in the room was ragged breathing.

Roxy lay limp in Syris’s arms, Zarek resting his forehead on her thigh. She felt completely, utterly drained and blissfully happy.

[Now you should forget about going back to earth and remain here.]