Baby System: I'm the Beast World's Only Hope!-Chapter 332: Episode 330: Let’s do it Somewhere [18+]

"When you call me baby..." Ren finally spoke, his voice completely shattering the tranquility of the nursery.

Roxy froze.

It didn’t sound like Ren. The Fox King’s voice was usually a smooth, silken, and endlessly charming purr, laced with arrogant amusement and theatrical flair. But the voice that just echoed off the stone walls was impossibly deep.

It was ragged, hoarse, and entirely gravelly, vibrating with a raw, primal strain that made the hairs on the back of Roxy’s neck stand straight up.

Why is he sounding so sexy right now?

She gulped.

"...it does things to me," Ren finished, his broad shoulders rising and falling in a heavy, shuddering breath.

Roxy’s brow furrowed deeply. The maternal concern that had brought her upstairs instantly morphed into a sharp, hyper-vigilant alarm. Something was fundamentally wrong with her trickster.

"Ren?" Roxy whispered, taking a slow, cautious step forward, the delicate white chiffon of her magnificent over-cape dragging silently across the woven rugs.

She closed the distance between them, stepping directly into the pool of moonlight. She reached out, intending to gently rest her hand on his shoulder to gauge what was bothering him.

She never got the chance.

Before Roxy could even gasp, his large, pale hands shot out, wrapping like iron bands around her waist. He yanked her forward, pulling her directly between his spread thighs as he sat on the edge of the window seat.

Roxy collided flush against his chest, a startled breath leaving her lungs.

Ren buried his face directly into the soft plunge of her sweetheart neckline, his arms wrapping so tightly around her waist it felt as though he were trying to physically fuse their bodies together.

He let out a low, ragged sound, something caught between a desperate whimper and a feral snarl, and immediately thrust his hips upward, grinding the cradle of his pelvis aggressively against her lower stomach.

Roxy gasped, her hands instinctively flying up to grip his broad shoulders to steady herself.

The moment her palms touched the emerald-green silk of his Tang top, she flinched. The fabric wasn’t just warm; it was searing. The Fox King was radiating an intense, unnatural, and absolutely blistering heat, as if he had swallowed a handful of live coals.

And as he ground his hips up into hers again, the source of his agonizing desperation became overwhelmingly, impossibly obvious.

Pressed flush against the delicate white chiffon of her dress, straining violently against the confines of his tailored, beige silk trousers, was a thick, rigid, and entirely uncompromising erection.

It was searing hot, throbbing with a frantic, heavy pulse that Roxy could feel through all the layers of their formal wear.

"Baby!" Roxy hissed, her green eyes widening in sheer shock as she tried to lean back just an inch. "You are burning hot!"

Ren groaned, a dark, agonizing sound that vibrated directly against her collarbone. He refused to let her pull away. His grip on her waist tightened, his long fingers splaying wide over the small of her back.

"Do not pull away, my Queen," Ren begged, his hoarse voice muffled against her skin. "There is nothing to be worried about. I am not sick. I just... I just need to stay like this with you. Just for a few moments. Please."

Roxy paused, her heart hammering against her ribs. She looked down at the mop of vibrant red hair buried in her chest, feeling the violent, erratic thumping of his heart against her own.

The cocky, arrogant master of illusions was entirely gone, replaced by a trembling, desperate male barely clinging to the edges of his sanity.

This looks awfully familiar...

Roxy patted him, her fingers softly carding through his red hair, her core aching at his obvious distress.

Ren let out a shuddering breath, his body trembling violently against hers.

"It’s my heat cycles, Roxy," Ren confessed, his gravelly voice filled with a heavy, humiliating shame. "Usually, they are mild. I am a King. I have centuries of practice using my illusions and my core magic to completely suppress the biological urges. I push them down so I can remain in control."

He ground his hips up into hers again, chasing the agonizing, desperately needed friction, his breath hitching as he felt her soft curves yield to his rigid length.

"But lately... they have been frequent. Aggressive," Ren continued, his hands trembling where they gripped her waist. "I can’t control it anymore. I can only suppress it for short bursts. I felt the fever spiking this morning, but I thought I could manage it through the banquet."

Ren slowly lifted his head. His vibrant green eyes, usually dancing with mischief, were completely dilated, the pupils blown so wide his irises were barely visible. He looked up at her, completely intoxicated by his own feral biology.

"And then you came down those stairs," Ren whispered, his gaze dropping to the heavy, segmented gold belt cinched around her waist, and the ethereal white chiffon draped over her shoulders. "Crowned in gold. Looking like an absolute, untouchable goddess. The moment I saw you in this dress... my control completely shattered. You were driving me absolutely nuts, Roxy. I had to leave the hall, or I would have thrown you onto the table and taken you right in front of the entire continent."

Roxy’s breath caught in her throat, her cheeks flushing red in shame from his words.

Like a freaking porn movie.

Surprisingly, it sent a heavy, liquid jolt of heat pooling directly in her lower belly.

Ren didn’t give her a chance to process the dirty, violently arousing admission. He leaned forward, burying his nose directly into the curve of her neck.

He inhaled deeply, dragging the sweet, intoxicating scent of her milk, her lavender soap, and her natural, feminine musk deep into his lungs.

A dark, terrifying, and utterly primal growl ripped through his chest, vibrating violently against her skin.

He opened his mouth, his hot breath washing over her pulse point. Without a single ounce of his usual gentle, teasing finesse, Ren clamped his lips down on the sensitive skin of her neck and sucked hard.

"Ah—!"

Roxy let out a sharp, strangled noise, her back arching entirely on instinct. Her hands clamped down on his shoulders, her perfectly manicured nails biting into the emerald silk of his top.

The suction was intense, bordering on painful, laced with a raw, desperate hunger that completely overrode his mind.

"Ren, wait—" Roxy gasped, her eyes darting frantically toward the door of the nursery. "Stop... we can’t do anything here."

But the Fox King was completely deaf to reason.

"Please," Ren begged in a soft, shattered whisper, his lips trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses up the column of her throat. "Just this. Let me just hold you like this."

As if his body was entirely acting on its own desperate accord, a sudden, soft whoosh filled the air.

Ren’s massive, magnificent bushy red tails sprang out from behind him in a brilliant, fiery fan. The heavy, incredibly soft appendages surged forward, wrapping securely around Roxy’s waist, her hips, and her thighs. The tails acted like living ropes, anchoring her completely and inescapably flush against his burning body.

Roxy gasped as the thick fur wrapped around her legs, trapping her.

Taking full advantage of her immobilized state, Ren slid his large hands down from her waist. He bypassed the complex gold straps of her dress, his long fingers finding the curve of her ass through the sheer, flowing layers of white chiffon.

He dug his fingers deeply into her soft cheeks, gripping her with a bruising, desperate strength.

With a feral, shuddering groan, Ren lifted her slightly off her feet and slammed her downward, pressing the aching, straining, rigid length of his arousal directly against the seam of her core.

He began to rub.

He rocked his hips up into hers in short, rapid thrusts, grinding the incredibly hard, heavy ridge of his erection against her clitoris through the barriers of their silk clothing.

He was shaking, his entire massive frame quaking with the violent, suppressed need of a predator caught entirely in the throes of a biological fever.

"Ren..." Roxy whimpered, her head dropping back as another strangled gasp tore from her lips.

She tried to hold him still, her hands gripping his hair, but the sheer heat radiating from his body and the agonizingly perfect, heavy friction of him grinding against her most sensitive nerves was destroying her resolve.

The heavy Alpha musk filling the nursery was intoxicating. The sensation of his thick, straining length rubbing so desperately against her wet core was sending rapid, electric shocks of pure, undiluted pleasure straight up her spine.

She was supposed to be stopping this. She was supposed to be the responsible Queen.

But as Ren let out another broken, needy whimper, his fingers digging harder into her ass cheeks as he ground upward, Roxy realized she was losing the battle. She was getting incredibly, overwhelmingly horny.

Her own breathing was turning ragged, her inner thighs trembling against his silken trousers as her body instinctively tried to push back against his desperate probing.

If he kept grinding against her like this, she was going to completely fall apart right here against the window glass.

And she was definitely going to let him fuck her.

Roxy forced her eyes open, her vision swimming with a heavy green haze of lust. She slid her hands down to frame his flushed, beautiful, sweating face, forcing him to stop kissing her neck for a fraction of a second.

"Baby," Roxy whispered, her voice thick, breathless, and entirely soaked in her own rising, desperate desire. "Please... let’s do this somewhere else?"