Baby System: I'm the Beast World's Only Hope!-Chapter 79: Episode : The Serpent Curiosity [19+]

He clamped his teeth gently on her nipple and thrust his fingers deep. Roxy shattered. The air knocked out of her lungs.

Her body seized, every muscle locking up as an orgasm ripped through her with terrifying force. She screamed his name, her nails digging furrows into his shoulders, her inner walls clamping down on his fingers so hard he groaned.

She sobbed through the release, her body twitching uncontrollably, completely overwhelmed.

Kaelen didn’t stop immediately. He kept his hand moving, milking the aftershocks until she was a boneless, whimpering mess on the table.

Only then did he pull back.

He stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked down at her, flushed, panting, eyes glazed over, her dress torn and disheveled.

"Better," he decided, a dark, satisfied smirk touching his lips.

"You... are... an animal," Roxy wheezed, her chest heaving. "You almost killed me."

Kaelen corrected. "And you liked it."

He didn’t give her time to recover. He scooped her up in his arms, her head lolling against his shoulder. He carried her to the bed and laid her down on the soft furs.

Kaelen stood above her and began to strip.

He pulled his tunic off, revealing a chest that was a landscape of hard muscle and scars. He unlaced his trousers, shoving them down.

Roxy bit her lip, her eyes widening.

He was magnificent. And he was... huge as always.

The Wolf King wasn’t just big; he was thick, veined, and currently standing at full, painful attention. His erection bobbed as he kicked his trousers aside.

"You’re staring," Kaelen noted, his voice husky.

"I’m admiring your cock," Roxy quipped weakly, though her voice shook. "You’re... very eager."

"I have been waiting for days," Kaelen said, dropping to his hands and knees, crawling over her. He caged her body with his arms, careful not to put weight on her.

He settled between her legs again, the tip of his length brushing against her still-throbbing entrance.

"Kaelen..." Roxy reached up, threading her fingers through his hair.

Kaelen murmured, pressing his forehead against hers. "You smell like me. You are wet for me. And I am going to make sure you remember exactly who you belong to."

Roxy didn’t have the strength to snap at his words. She just let him do what he wanted.

He pulled back, gripping her thigh and lifting it over his shoulder, opening her completely to him.

"You wanted to expand the cabin?" Kaelen asked, lining himself up at her entrance. Roxy’s eyes widened as she felt the sheer width of him pressing against her.

"Yes?" she whispered.

Kaelen grinned. "Then let’s start expanding you."

He didn’t wait for her to fight back with her words. He thrust forward. Not all the way, just the head. Just enough to stretch her, to fill her, to make her gasp at the intrusion.

"Kaelen!"

"Does that feel like a snake?" he growled, pushing an inch deeper.

"No," Roxy panted, her nails digging into his shoulders.

"Does it feel like a dragon?" he pushed again, deeper this time, stretching her limits.

"No!"

He slammed his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth, powerful motion.

Roxy cried out, her body bowing off the bed to accommodate him. He filled every corner of her, stretching her, claiming her.

She thought she would have widened a bit because of the children, but it was still difficult trying to take them in every single time.

Or were they increasing each time they were hard?

That was the question Roxy couldn’t answer for them.

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The air outside the cabin was biting, a sharp contrast to the furnace-like heat radiating from within.

High up in the branches of an ancient Iron-Wood tree overlooking the cabin, Syris perched in the darkness.

He shouldn’t have been watching. The Dragon had banished him to the perimeter, ordering him to guard the gate. But Syris was a Serpent, and Serpents were creatures of curiosity.

He wanted to know what they were doing inside.

He had slithered up the rough bark, finding a vantage point where a sliver of the heavy curtains had been left unsealed.

He could see the firelight dancing on the walls. He could see the shadows merging on the bed.

But even if he couldn’t see, he could hear everything.

"Die then... Die and be reborn as mine."

The Wolf’s growl vibrated through the wood of the cabin, traveling up the tree trunk and resonating in Syris’s spine.

Then came the scream. Roxy’s scream.

It wasn’t fear. Syris knew fear; he tasted it on his prey daily. This was something else. She was surrendering to the wet dog.

Syris’s breath hitched, his body reacted instantly, violently. The jealousy was a physical ache in his gut, a sharp envy that the Wolf, that hairy, simple beast, was the one drawing those sounds from her.

But that didn’t stop the arousal that built up in his gut.

He shifted his position on the branch, his legs spreading. The fabric of his trousers strained, unable to contain the sudden, painful engorgement.

With a trembling hand, he shoved his hand into the slit at the base of his torso, and his members emerged.

Not one. Two.

They were distinct, pale, and veined with emerald, glistening in the moonlight. His two cocks, sprang free, throbbing with a need that had been denied for weeks. They were sensitive, riddled with pleasure, and aching to be buried inside the heat he was watching.

This was far different from when he touched Roxy; it was worse than that because she was awake and moaning at the touch of the wolf, not sleepy.

Although she rode his hands in her sleep, he couldn’t help but think about how her tightness would clamp around his hardness.

Syris groaned, his head falling back against the rough bark.

He gripped himself. One hand for each, his long, cool fingers wrapping around the twin shafts.

Inside the cabin, Kaelen thrust. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed in the night.

Syris matched the rhythm.

"Roxy," he hissed, the name tasting like sweet venom on his tongue.

He stroked himself, the friction searingly good against the cold air. He imagined it wasn’t his hands. He imagined it was her.

He imagined her small, warm hands wrapping around him. He imagined stretching her, filling her twice over, watching her eyes roll back as he gave her a pleasure the Wolf couldn’t comprehend.

He milked the sensation, his pace increasing as Kaelen’s growls grew louder inside.

He squeezed tighter, his thumb rubbing over the sensitive, spiked ridges of his glans. The pleasure was electric, shooting up his spine, making his tail, which hung loose from the branch, twitch and curl violently, stripping leaves from the tree.

Inside, Roxy cried out again, a high, keen sound of overstimulation. Syris arched his back, his hips bucking into the empty air.

"Roxy!" he groaned softly, a guttural, wet sound tearing from his throat.

He released. A powerful, double spurt of white spent seed coated his hands and dripped onto the forest floor below, a waste of royal essence spilled for a Queen he had not yet claimed.

He panted, his chest heaving, his forehead resting against the rough wood of the tree. His members pulsed, slowly softening but still sensitive, still aching.

This was not the first time he pleased himself.

He raised his hand and looked at his own dirty seed on his palm, and his heart was burning to see it on Roxy’s face instead.

"I can’t wait till you accept me into your bed, Roxy..." He grinned with a crazy look in his eyes.

A/N: Had to end it here because of my last papers and I am not feeling too well, but I am cooking up something nice for you in the next Chapter :3