Baby System: I'm the Beast World's Only Hope!-Chapter 334: Episode 332: Baby, What’s Wrong? [19+]

"Fuck... Roxy, what am I going to do with you?" Ren groaned, his gravelly voice vibrating with a dark, primal desperation.

The sharp, sudden sting against her bare flesh did not bring pain. Instead, a heavy, intoxicating jolt of pure electricity shot straight from the surface of her skin directly into her lower stomach.

Roxy’s head fell back, a loud, breathless moan tearing past her lips as the exquisite friction of his rigid length perfectly stretched her slick, aching core.

She looked down at him through the curtain of her dark curls, her brilliant green eyes entirely dilated with lust.

"Do it again," Roxy whimpered, her voice a ragged, desperate plea. "Spank me again, Ren."

A low, incredibly dark, and wildly sexy laugh rumbled from deep within Ren’s chest. The sound sent a shiver straight up her spine. He looked up at her from the mattress, his vibrant green eyes swirling with a heavy, demonic haze of absolute Alpha possession.

"You like being spanked, baby?" Ren whispered, the hoarse, teasing edge of the trickster bleeding through the heavy fever of his heat.

Roxy didn’t even hesitate. She nodded frantically, her breath hitching as she braced her hands flat against his chest.

Ren’s large, searing hand met the soft curve of her cheek a second time, the impact echoing sharply off the walls of the master bedroom.

Roxy let out a high-pitched, shattered moan. The sudden, stinging pleasure was entirely overwhelming. Entirely on instinct, her inner muscles convulsed, clenching down with a tight, agonizingly perfect grip around the thick, heavy ridge of his arousal buried deep inside her.

Ren’s entire body violently jerked. A dark, strangled hiss escaped his lips, his neck arching off the furs as his hands dug fiercely into her hips.

"Roxy..." Ren groaned, his voice cracking under the sheer, devastating pressure of her slick heat. "Stop. If you keep tightening around me like that, I will cum."

"That is what I want," Roxy whimpered, rolling her hips in a slow, agonizing circle to intentionally milk his length. "I want you to."

Ren’s jaw locked. The feral, desperate animal inside him was screaming to simply let go, to completely flood her with his seed and claim her in the most primal way possible. But the tiny, fragmented remnant of his restraint fought back with everything he had.

"No," Ren wheezed, his knuckles turning white where he gripped her skin. "I can’t. I am not going to let this heat make you pregnant again so soon. I absolutely refuse."

"I don’t care!" Roxy demanded, her matriarchal authority entirely hijacked by the blistering, overwhelming arousal pooling in her belly.

She completely ignored his rational refusal. She planted her hands firmly against his collarbones and began to move on her own, rising up to almost completely sheath him before sinking back down with a wet, heavy slap of skin.

"Roxy, stop—" Ren tried to warn her, his chest heaving violently.

"Fuck me, Ren," Roxy ordered, picking up her pace, her dark curls bouncing wildly around her shoulders. "Stop fighting it and just fuck me!"

The remaining threads of Ren’s control violently snapped.

With a feral, terrifying snarl, Ren’s massive hands flew from her hips. He grabbed her bare ass with an iron, uncompromising grip, completely arresting her downward momentum and holding her entirely still against his pelvis.

Roxy let out a frustrated, needy whimper of complaint, fully intending to scold him for stopping her rhythm.

But the words were violently sucked right out of her lungs.

He began to pump inside her, his hips driving upward like he wanted to dent himself inside her. He thrust into her like a sex-crazed maniac, the power of his movements lifting her slightly off his thighs with every single, devastating upward strike.

It was desperate. It was utterly, mind-bendingly perfect.

"Ah! Ren! Yes!"

Roxy screamed, her voice completely lost to the heavy, rhythmic thumping of their bodies. She loved it. The blistering heat of his skin, the violent, unyielding depth of his thrusts, and the overwhelming, suffocating dominance of the trickster completely broke her.

She moaned in utter bliss, her green eyes rolling back in her head as a wave of pleasure began to rapidly build at the base of her spine.

She wanted more. She wanted to feel everything.

Driven entirely by the delirious, hazy lust consuming her mind, Roxy blindly reached one hand backward, attempting to guide herself, to widen her ass and press herself even deeper against his frantic, upward thrusts.

She never even made contact.

Ren’s reflexes were terrifying. His hand shot out, catching her delicate wrist mid-air with absolute, bruising precision.

He didn’t just stop her; he violently yanked her arm upward, locking her hand high in the air above her head. He completely exposed the long, arched curve of her spine and the flushed, hypersensitive skin of her hips, asserting his dominance over the frantic pace.

With her arm pinned, his free hand came down hard.

"Such a good, naughty girl!" Ren praised her, his gravelly voice dropping into a dark, demonic, and obscenely filthy whisper right as he drove his hips upward into her deepest depths.

The combination of the sharp sting, the filthy, possessive praise, and the overwhelming, brutal friction of his monster length hitting her most sensitive nerves was the absolute breaking point.

Roxy was completely shattered.

"Ren!" she shrieked, her entire body arching like a drawn bowstring.

A blinding, explosive climax ripped through her core. Her inner walls convulsed violently, tightening around his thick, rigid length in rapid, rhythmic waves of pure, undiluted ecstasy.

She clamped down on him with a devastating, suffocating pressure, her nails digging viciously into his emerald silk top as she completely lost her mind to the pleasure.

The sensation of her tight, slick core aggressively milking him entirely fucked with Ren’s fevered mind.

He let out a loud, roaring, and completely feral groan. The climax hit him like a catastrophic, magical shockwave. He could feel the devastating release rising rapidly in his groin, completely unstoppable.

But his final, desperate protective instinct flared.

Ren grunted as he frantically tried to rip his hips backward, desperate to pull out and spill his searing release entirely on the furs outside of her.

Roxy refused to let him go.

With a sudden, adrenaline-fueled burst of possessive strength, Roxy violently locked her thighs around his narrow waist. She clamped her arms around his shoulders, using the entire weight of her body to pin his hips completely flush against the mattress.

Ren couldn’t move. He was completely trapped in the agonizing, beautiful vice of her wet core.

With a broken, shattered cry, the Fox King surrendered. He erupted deep inside her.

Thick, blistering hot waves of his release flooded her deepest depths. The sheer volume and intense heat of his climax sent a secondary, shivering wave of pleasure cascading down Roxy’s spine.

Ren thrust one final, desperate time upward, burying himself to the absolute hilt as he emptied his feral, fevered heat directly into her womb.

For a long, suspended eternity, the only sounds in the master bedroom were the ragged, gasping sounds of their desperate breathing and the distant, muffled thumping of the celebration drums from the ground floor.

The adrenaline slowly, gradually began to bleed out of the room.

Roxy’s muscles finally gave out. She went completely slack in his arms, her sweat-dampened body collapsing heavily against his broad, heaving chest.

She buried her face into the crook of his neck, her green eyes fluttering shut as she rode out the blissful, heavy aftershocks of their shared climax.

The unnatural fever radiating from his skin had cooled significantly, the biological purge having successfully broken the terrifying heat cycle.

She expected him to wrap his arms around her. She expected his bushy red tails to curl softly around her legs in the quiet, affectionate aftermath.

But Ren did not move.

The Fox King was completely still beneath her. His chest had stopped heaving. His arms rested limply on the mattress, his fingers completely relaxed.

A sudden, cold prickle of unease washed over Roxy’s skin, completely chasing away the warm, lazy haze of the afterglow.

She slowly pushed herself up, resting her forearms on his chest to look down at his face.

The dark, feral dilation that had consumed his eyes during the heat cycle was completely gone. His irises had returned to their usual, vibrant, trickster green.

But the expression on his beautiful, sweat-slicked face made Roxy’s heart entirely stop beating.

"Ren?" Roxy whispered, a frown marring her expression. "Baby, what’s wrong?"