Baby System: I'm the Beast World's Only Hope!-Chapter 64: Episode : Z is being Naughty again! [19+]

"It is unfair," Kaelen whined.

Leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his broad chest. His silver ears, which he had manifested just to look sadder, were flattened against his head.

"I have not bedded you since the Great Construction. My stamina is at peak levels. I have eaten the steak. I have lifted the logs. I have done everything!"

Roxy sat on the edge of the bed, trying to lace up her boots while suppressing a smile. "Kaelen, honey, we have four children under the age of two. Someone has to make sure Drax doesn’t teach the triplets how to start a campfire in the living room."

Roxy shivered at the thought.

"Zarek can watch them!" Kaelen argued, pointing a clawed finger at the Dragon King.

Zarek was standing by the fireplace, looking insufferably smug. He had already donned his black silk robe, leaving the front open just enough to show off the hard planes of his chest. He looked like a dark god prepared for worship.

It was really the best decision of mine to make him clothes!

Roxy swallowed, her heart already racing from pleasure aching in between her thighs...

"I cannot watch them," Zarek stated calmly. "I am currently selected for duty. The Queen has spoken."

"She favors you!" Kaelen growled, his icy blue eyes flashing with hurt. "Always choosing the empty-brained lizard."

Roxy sighed, standing up and walking over to the Wolf King. She reached up, cupping his face. His skin was warm, his stubble rough against her palms.

"I don’t favor him," Roxy lied smoothly. "I love you both equally. You are my left hand, he is my right."

But as she said it, her heart gave a traitorous little stutter.

Ideally, she loved them both. Kaelen was safe. Kaelen was devoted. Kaelen was the one who would sweep the floor and wash her feet.

But Zarek?

Zarek was the fire that had thawed her frozen heart. He was the first. When she closed her eyes and thought of "home," it wasn’t a place; it was the smell of sulfur and the weight of a dragon’s possessiveness. Her body hummed differently for him. It was a deeper, more primal ache.

Maybe it was because she gave her body to him when she sought more time to live.

"Kaelen," Roxy whispered, rising on her tiptoes to kiss his sulking lips. "You are the best father. That’s why I trust you with them tonight. Drax listens to you more than he listens to Z."

That was a blatant lie. Drax listened to no one, but Kaelen calmed down slightly at the compliment.

"And," Roxy added, lowering her voice to a sultry purr, "because you are being such a good boy tonight... next time is yours. All of it. I will give you everything. No limits. No time constraints."

Kaelen’s eyes darkened. The promise of a future reward pacified the wolf within. "Everything?"

"Everything," Roxy vowed.

From the fireplace, a low, dangerous growl rumbled through the room.

His golden eyes were narrowed, burning with a sudden, sharp jealousy. He heard the promise. He hated it. He hated the idea of "next time" belonging to anyone but him. He hated sharing.

But he said nothing. He was the King. He would not beg. He would simply make sure that this time was so memorable she would forget there was ever a wolf in the first place.

"We go," Zarek announced, his voice clipped.

He crossed the room in two strides. He didn’t offer his arm. He scooped Roxy up into his arms with one hand, bridal style, as if she weighed nothing more than a feather.

"Bye, Wolfy!" Roxy waved over Zarek’s shoulder as he marched them out the door. "Don’t let them eat the furniture!"

Kaelen sighed, watching them go, looking like a puppy left out in the rain. "I will... guard the den."

***

The night air was cool, biting at Roxy’s cheeks, but Zarek was a walking furnace. Heat radiated from his skin, soaking into her clothes, warming her to the bone.

"Where are we going?" Roxy asked, resting her head against his shoulder.

Zarek didn’t reply, and instead, he continued walking with her.

Within minutes, the dense canopy of the Iron-Wood forest broke, revealing a vast, open meadow bathed in moonlight. The grass was tall and silver, swaying in the wind. Above, the sky was a blanket of diamonds, uninhibited by leaves.

It was breathtaking.

Zarek stopped in the center of the field. He lowered her slowly, a hand behind her head to prevent her from hitting her head, letting her feet touch the grass, but he didn’t let go of her waist.

"Wait," he commanded.

He released her and then laid a massive pile of furs on the grass. Roy didn’t realize he had brought them.

He spread them out meticulously. He smoothed the wrinkles. Roxy watched him, her heart squeezing.

This was the Dragon King. The Destroyer. The Arrogant Beast, who burned forests when he was angry. And here he was, making a bed for her in the middle of nowhere so she wouldn’t get a pebble in her back.

Wasn’t that sweet?

Are you sure it’s the same one, or was it because of what I said in the cabin?

"It is ready," Zarek said, standing up and turning to her.

The moonlight hit his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his cheekbones and the feral intensity in his eyes. He looked wild and hungry.

It no longer looked like she was the one who was horny, and instead, it was him.

A blush crept up Roxy’s neck as if she were talking to her high school crush. What was wrong with me?

"Come here, wife."

Roxy stepped onto the furs. Zarek met her there.

He didn’t rush. He didn’t tear her clothes off like a starving animal. He reached out, his large, clawed hands cupping her face, tilting her head back.

"You smell of him," Zarek murmured, his thumb brushing her cheek where Kaelen had kissed her. "Milk and dog."

Roxy rolled her eyes. Her heart thudded in her chest.

"I’m a mom, Z," Roxy whispered, her breath hitching. "A mother of triplets."

"Tonight," Zarek growled, lowering his head, "I want to give you more babies.."

Alarms blared in her head persistently!

Huh!!!???!! What does he mean by more babies!!! Absolutely not!

Before Roxy could buy something from the system shop to prevent that, Zarek kissed her fervently.

His mouth devoured hers, hot and demanding, his tongue sweeping inside to taste her.

Roxy melted against him, her knees going weak. This was it. This was the fire she missed. Kaelen was water, soothing, necessary. But Zarek was the flame that made her feel alive.

He undressed her slowly, respectfully. He kissed every inch of skin he exposed. He kissed her neck, biting into it, which caused her to tremble. He kissed the curve of her shoulder. He kissed the soft, healing skin of her stomach where the stretch marks were fading.

"Beautiful," he whispered against her belly.

Roxy trembled. "Zarek..."

He stripped off his own robe, tossing it aside. Roxy gasped. It had been a while. Since she gave birth. She had forgotten the sheer size of him.

He was massive. And his arousal... it was terrifying. It was thick, heavy, and looked very much like it belonged on a mythical creature, not a man.

"Z," Roxy swallowed hard, her eyes wide. "I... I don’t know if it will fit anymore. It’s been a while."

Zarek chuckled, a low, dark sound. He pushed her gently back onto the furs.

"It will fit," he promised, hovering over her, his broad shoulders blocking out the stars. "You were made for me, Roxy. Your body remembers."

He parted her legs, kneeling between them. He didn’t enter her immediately. He used his fingers, prepping her, stretching her, making sure she was slick and ready. He watched her face the entire time, drinking in every gasp, every whimper.

"Please," Roxy begged, her hips bucking involuntarily. "Zarek, please."

"Patience," he growled, his eyes glowing. When he finally entered her, it was slow. Agonizingly slow.

"Oh god," Roxy cried out, clutching his shoulders.

He filled her completely. He stretched her to her limit, a feeling of fullness that bordered on pain but settled deep into pleasure. Her body trembled, adjusting to the invasion, remembering the rhythm that made her lose her mind.

Even though she had already lost it long ago.

Zarek groaned, his head falling back, the cords of his neck standing out. "So tight," he hissed. "Mine. You are mine."

A/N: Am I the only one who cringes at the sentence ’You are mine’ ?

He began to move.

Every thrust hit deep, shaking her to her core. Roxy clung to him, matching his rhythm, her nails digging into his back. Fuck yes, this is what I have been looking for! Fuck!

All the times I have been left hanging were built for this moment.

For a long time, there was only the sound of their breathing, the rustle of the furs, and the wet slap of skin against skin. Kaelen loved to cherish her body, but Zarek was always rough, even when she asked and didn’t ask.

This was his style, and she loved it. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Roxy was close. She could feel the tension coiling in her belly, the familiar rush of release building like a wave.

"Zarek," she panted. "I’m... I’m close."

Zarek stopped. He froze mid-thrust, buried deep inside her. His body was tense, vibrating with his own restraint.

He looked down at her. His golden eyes were blown wide, swirling with a strange, new emotion.

He withdrew slowly, leaving her empty and whining at the loss.

"Z?" Roxy questioned, reaching for him. "What are you doing? Don’t stop."

Zarek didn’t come back down. He sat back on his heels, towering over her. He ran a hand through his wild hair, looking at her flushed body, her swollen lips, her desperate eyes.

A wicked, predatory smile curved his lips.

"Roxy," he rumbled, his voice dropping to a whisper that sent a shiver of warning down her spine.

He reached out, grabbing her ankles and pulling her down the furs until she was positioned exactly how he wanted.

"Allow me to do something new."

A/N: Do something new to me, Zaddy *bites fingers*