Baby System: I'm the Beast World's Only Hope!-Chapter 28: Episode : Saying Goodbyes [r19+]

She had tonight.

If she waited for the Wolves to arrive, it would be a massacre. She had to leave before they reached the valley. One way or the other, she should not be here when the Wolf King arrives.

That way, they would leave, seeing that I am no longer here.

So Roxy summoned Lyra, who was heavily pregnant. The beautiful dragon lady waddled and bowed slightly in front of Roxy.

"Don’t bother, Lyra." She urged, as she guided the pregnant woman to sit on the bed, Lyra had never felt something as soft as this before, so seeing it, she was about to ask how to make it.

But she swallowed the thought as soon as she saw the brooding look on Roxy’s face.

"My Queen, you don’t have to worry." Lyra calmly said, her eyes brimming with a fiery light that Roxy knew she could never have in this situation.

"Why do you say so?"

Lyra smiled, "The males have assembled all the able-bodied males, and made sure to use the most spacious cave to keep the females while the war is ongoing. We will do our very best to protect you."

Roxy felt the dagger twist deeper into her heart; she choked her words.

"Why the fuck are all of you willing to go to such lengths for me?" Her voice sounded strained as she spoke.

"Because you made this possible," Lyra whispered, pulling Roxy’s hand to her stomach and spreading her palms there. "The baby is growing so healthy because of you."

A sob rose in Roxy’s throat.

She felt it, the strong kick of a purebred dragon hatchling.

Not long ago, from the books that were gifted to her, Roxy learnt that unlike normal dragons who give birth through eggs, this beastworld goes through a human birthing process.

Which was a beautiful thing.

She glanced at Drax, who was playing with his toys, and the little one blinked back at her, drooling from the corner of his lips, noticing she was staring at him. The baby babbled, and Roxy chuckled.

Lyra also found the sight beautiful and chuckled. She couldn’t wait for her baby to be born.

"We are going to do it like this." She scooped Drax into her arms and handed him to Lyra. It would be best if she told only one person instead of disappearing.

Lyra frowned, taking Baby Drax carefully.

Roxy took a deep breath and then spoke. "I am leaving the Dragon Clan." She announced, and Lyra sucked in a sharp breath.

"My Queen! Why would you do such a thing?! Did our king do something to you?!" Lyra panicked, trying to find reasons why Roxy would leave, but Roxy patted her on the arm.

"This is what I must do to keep the Dragon Clan safe," she lied.

As if understanding what was being said, Baby Drax started bawling, beads of tears rolled down his cheeks, and it felt like a wrench on Roxy’s heart. She quickly picked up the child.

"I will definitely come back for you... Drax. I promise you."

Even if it’s the last thing I do.

Baby Drax must have seen the fiery determination in her gaze; he started sniffling, the tears calming down to whimpers. She rocked the child to her chest. And Lyra could only watch.

She doesn’t know why the Queen has to leave, but she was leaving her son in her care, and she was definitely going to take care of him, even if it meant giving up her life.

She clenched her claws tight.

Roxy gave instructions to Lyra about Drax’s feeding and routine, before she then sent her away with Baby Drax. Just as Lyra left the cave, Zarek returned with an odd look on his face.

Something told him that something was wrong, but he just couldn’t pinpoint what it actually was.

Once his gaze settled on Roxy, his brows, which were in knots, loosened.

"Care to join me at the stream?" She asked with a crazy smirk tilting at the corners of her lips. Zarek raised an eyebrow, confused.

"But..."

"You don’t want to shower with me, baby?" She teased, as she took a step closer to him, grinning from ear to ear. She pulled him closer to her by tugging on his loincloth, and he shivered.

The female was inviting him.

He threw caution to sea and nodded his head fervently, making Roxy giggle. The war he was preparing for was forgotten as he swallowed, trying to calm his raging desire for her.

Once they reached the stream, Roxy found the water freezing.

It nipped at her ankles like tiny piranhas, but the heat radiating off Zarek was enough to boil the entire river.

He stood waist-deep in the water, his golden eyes darting to the treeline every three seconds. He was tense, and his muscles were coiled so tight to the point of looking like a statue carved from anxiety and violence.

If Roxy didn’t notice his raging boner, she would have thought this was the wrong time for this.

"Zarek," Roxy snapped, splashing a handful of water onto his chest. "Eyes on the prize, lizard boy. The trees aren’t naked. I am"

She tugged on her clothes, and they pooled into the water.

She had a new one anyway.

Zarek looked down, his gaze darkening as it swept over her wet curves. "But the wolves—"

Roxy rolled her eyes. Her entrance was aching, she didn’t realize she wanted him to this extent, her slick juices were slipping past its folds and trailing down her thighs ,she was craving to be touched so bad, that talking seemed like a waste of time to her.

"Fuck the wolves," Roxy interrupted, stepping closer until her chest brushed against his. She reached down, her fingers finding the tie of his loincloth. "Right now, the only predator I’m worried about is you. And I need you to focus."

She didn’t wait for his permission; she doesn’t deal like that. She tugged the leather loose, and it floated away in the current.

Zarek’s breath hitched. "Roxann... here? Now?"

Roxy shivered at the sound of her full name on his lips, and she smiled.

"Yes, here. Now," she whispered. "Consider it a reward for being a good boy. The Queen commands it."

Before he could protest, Roxy pushed him lightly on the chest, and he plopped on the grass, his feet still in the water. Then she sank to her knees.

Zarek jerked back, his hands flying to her shoulders to pull her up. "What are you doing?! A Queen does not—"

His words died in his throat, replaced by a strangled, guttural groan that echoed off the trees.

Roxy had taken him into her mouth.

Holy hell, she thought, her eyes watering as she adjusted to the unreasonable size of him. I swear he grows an inch every time he kills something. I’m going to need a jaw massage after this.

Zarek froze. His claws dug into the grass behind him. He had never felt this before; his eyes rolled back in pleasure. In dragon culture, mating was biting, scratching, and claiming.

But yet again, every time, this female always seemed to amaze him.

This? This was wet, hot, suction-filled madness. It was driving him insane, and his hips bucked every time her wet tongue touched his balls; he wanted to release so badly.

But he didn’t want to dirty her mouth.

That’s when she did something that caused his head to fall back, exposing his throat to the sky.

Roxy trailed her fingers around his balls, drawing circles around them.

"Roxy...." he gasped.

The tingling pleasure was biting every part of his body.

Roxy didn’t stop. She used her tongue, swirling it around the sensitive head, using every trick she had learned from her time on earth to drive him absolutely insane.

She wanted to imprint this on his soul.

She wanted him to remember this pleasure when he woke up alone later and face the wolves.

That’s it, big guy, she thought, tears pricking her eyes as she worked him deeper. Remember me. Remember how good I was to you.

You don’t get to see this side of me every day.

Zarek’s hips bucked involuntarily; he was unraveling. The mighty Dragon King, who could incinerate armies with a sneeze, was trembling because of a small human woman’s mouth.

"I cannot..." he growled, his voice rough with need, "Treasure... I cannot hold back!"

He reached down, grabbing her under the arms and hauling her up like she weighed nothing. He didn’t even wait. Roxy eyes widened not expecting him to do that, and before she could speak, he spun her around and pressed her front against the cool, wet grass, and lifted her hips.

"Zarek... Wait!" Before she could finish her words, he entered her in one desperate thrust, burying himself to the hilt.

He snarled. "MINE."