Baby System: I'm the Beast World's Only Hope!-Chapter 333: Episode 331: Ren’s Heat and Refusal [19+]
A low, ragged, and entirely feral grumble vibrated deep within the Fox King’s chest.
"Somewhere else," Ren repeated, the words tearing from his throat.
He didn’t give her a single second to brace herself. Ren’s massive hands clamped down on her hips, his grip bruising in its intensity. He practically lifted Roxy off the floorboards of the nursery, dragging her backward out of the moonlit room and into the dimly lit hallway.
They tore down the corridor, the heavy white chiffon of Roxy’s over-cape trailing wildly behind them.
Ren kicked the heavy oak door of the master bedroom open, hauling her inside. The moment they crossed the threshold, he slammed the door shut with his boot. A deafening crack echoed through the room as the latch caught.
Instantly, Ren spun her around. He slammed her front flush against the solid wood of the door, pressing her face and chest against the cool oak.
Before Roxy could even catch her breath, Ren’s heavy, blistering body crashed against her back. His vibrant, bushy red tails immediately swarmed her, wrapping around her thighs and waist to anchor her securely in place. He didn’t bother trying to free himself from his beige silk trousers. He simply aligned his hips with hers and violently resumed the frantic, desperate grinding.
He thrust his pelvis forward, the thick, rigid length of his erection pressing heavily against the seam of her core through the layers of their elaborate formal wear.
"Ah!" Roxy whimpered loudly, her head falling forward against the wood.
The friction was agonizingly precise. The blistering heat radiating from the Fox King was melting her from the inside out. Roxy’s own breathing turned ragged, her core aching with a heavy, throbbing emptiness.
She reflexively pushed her hips backward, actively chasing the heavy pressure of his grinding, her own green eyes sliding shut as a wet, desperate heat flooded her center.
"Ren," Roxy gasped, her hands gripping the iron doorknob to steady her trembling legs. She rolled her hips back against his rigid length, her voice cracking with pure, unadulterated need. "Please... put it inside. I want you inside me."
Ren let out a tortured, strangled groan, burying his face in the sensitive crook of her neck. He bit down gently on her shoulder, his chest heaving as he frantically ground against her again, completely ignoring her plea.
"No," Ren wheezed, his gravelly voice thick with a terrifying, desperate restraint. "I can’t. Just let me... just let me stay like this."
He thrust his hips forward again in a rapid, quaking rhythm, treating her clothed body like a lifeline, desperately trying to satisfy his biological heat without crossing the physical boundary that would shatter his mind.
But Roxy was absolutely, entirely fed up.
She was dripping wet, her body practically humming with demanding arousal, and she was not about to let her mate suffer through a fevered heat while leaving her completely unsatisfied against a wooden door.
"I said," Roxy snarled.
She violently shoved her elbows backward, catching him perfectly in the ribs.
Ren gasped in sheer surprise, his grip on her waist faltering for a microsecond. It was all the opening Roxy needed. She spun around, grabbing the lapels of his emerald-green Tang top, and shoved him backward with everything she had.
The Fox King stumbled on his legs. The back of his knees hit the edge of the massive, fur-covered bed, and he tumbled backward, landing flat on his back against the mattress.
Before Ren could even attempt to sit up, Roxy lunged.
She grabbed the thick, decorative silk ropes used to tie back the heavy velvet bed curtains. In a blur of fluid, deeply irritated motion, she threw her weight over his chest, pinning him down as she grabbed his wrists.
"Roxy, wait—!" Ren panicked, his vibrant green eyes going entirely wide as he realized exactly what she was doing. He thrashed slightly, his Fox heat making his breathing erratic. "What are you doing? I was okay with just grinding! I can manage the fever, I swear!"
Roxy paused, her knees bracketing his narrow, shifting hips. She looked down at him, her own brilliant green eyes blazing with a terrifying, incredibly dominant matriarchal fire.
"And what about me?!" Roxy shouted, her voice ringing off the stone walls of the bedroom.
She didn’t wait for his excuse. Roxy reached down, grabbing the hem of her layered white chiffon skirt and violently hauling the fabric up to her waist.
Ren’s jaw instantly dropped.
The undeniable evidence of her desperate arousal was completely laid bare. Her inner thighs were slick, her core weeping with a heavy, glistening wetness that completely stained her delicate undergarments. She was just as fiercely, desperately aroused as he was.
Roxy leaned down, her face mere inches from his flushed, sweating features.
"You better be a good boy and lie there," Roxy threatened, her voice dropping into a dark, lethal, and incredibly seductive whisper.
The sight of her dripping wet for him, combined with the unapologetic authority in her voice, entirely short-circuited his struggling brain. A pathetic, ragged whimper tore from his throat.
He completely surrendered, his arms going slack as Roxy expertly looped the heavy silk ropes around his wrists, tying his hands securely to the thick iron-wood slats of the headboard.
With the Fox King successfully bound and completely at her mercy, Roxy sat back on her heels.
She reached for the heavy, segmented gold belt cinched around her waist. She unfastened the buckle, letting the metal clatter loudly to the floorboards. Slowly, agonizingly, she began to strip.
Ren watched her, his chest heaving violently against the mattress. His vibrant green eyes were completely, entirely dilated, swimming in a dark sea of pure lust.
As she pushed the white chiffon off her shoulders and bared her soft body to the cool air of the bedroom, a loud, strangled noise of absolute worship escaped his throat. He pulled weakly at the silk bindings, his entire body trembling as she discarded her final garments.
Roxy didn’t waste any more time.
She crawled up his body, her bare skin searing hot against the emerald silk of his top. She reached down, her deft fingers quickly unfastening the front of his beige trousers.
She freed him, her hand wrapping securely around the incredibly thick, rigid, and hot length of his erection.
He was not quite as massive as Zarek’s terrifying proportions, but the Fox King was still incredibly, beautifully thick and imposing.
Roxy positioned herself over him, aligning his weeping tip directly against her dripping entrance.
She looked down into his desperate green eyes, and then, slowly, deliberately, she sank down.
"Fuck," Ren choked out, his spine arching off the mattress as she sheathed him completely.
Roxy’s head dropped back, a loud, breathless moan of absolute bliss tearing from her lips. The sensation of him filling her completely was staggering. He stretched her so incredibly deep, filling the aching emptiness inside her with a pressure that she could physically feel settling deep into her lower stomach.
She paused for a second, letting her body adjust to his massive, unyielding size, before she slowly lifted her hips.
Roxy established the rhythm. She rode him with a heavy, agonizingly perfect cadence, sinking down to take every single inch of him before rising back up. Her dark curls bounced wildly around her shoulders, her green eyes rolling back in ecstasy as the deep, internal friction began to rapidly build.
Ren was losing his mind.
The passive torture of watching his beautiful, radiant Queen ride him while he was completely bound was shattering the very last, fragile threads of his control. The slick, wet sounds of their bodies slapping together, the sight of her breasts bouncing with every heavy thrust, and the sheer, agonizing pleasure of her tight core milking his length were pushing him directly over the edge. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖
His feral heat completely took over.
"Roxy..." Ren growled, his voice dropping into an impossibly dark, demonic octave.
With a sudden, terrifying surge of raw, supernatural strength, Ren violently yanked his arms downward.
The thick, decorative silk ropes binding his wrists violently snapped in half, the torn fibers fluttering harmlessly to the furs.
Before Roxy could even register that he had broken free, Ren’s large, searing hands flew downward. He grabbed her bare ass cheeks with a bruising, desperate grip.
He gave her a sharp, stinging, and highly possessive light spank, completely arresting her upward momentum and forcing her to grind down hard against his pelvis.
"Fuck... Roxy, what am I going to do with you?" Ren groaned.
