Baby System: I'm the Beast World's Only Hope!-Chapter 85: Episode : Roxy Goes into Heat [19+]

"Roxy?" Syris asked, sensing the shift in her pheromones. "What is it? Is something wrong?"

Roxy looked at Kaelen and Zarek in the doorway. Then back at Syris.

She couldn’t tell them about the System. But she could tell them it was the heavens that told her.

"Syris," Roxy whispered, her voice faking a tremble. "I... I know why your people are dying."

Syris went still. "What?"

Suspicion was very clear in his eyes thinking of how she would know about his clan dying.

Roxy started. "It’s your bloodline isn’t it? It’s too thin. You used to be Basilisks."

Syris flinched as if she had struck him. He backed away. "How... how do you know that name? It is a lost legend."

"I know," Roxy said firmly. "And I know how to fix it."

She stepped toward him, leaned into him, Syris held his breath as her milky flowery scent enveloped him.

His heart was beating wildly.

"But I’m going to need you to trust me," she said, looking at his lips, where his fangs were hidden. "And I’m going to need your venom."

"What?!" They all echoed at once.

Before the men could say anything Roxy leaned in and kissed him fervently, in a sloppy way.

Since he didn’t know how or what a kiss was.

He just knew that the way her lips sucked into his bottom lips and her tongue begged for entrance, turned him on.

The system then announced inside Roxy’s head.

[Lick his fangs]

Roxy didn’t understand but she moved. "Trust me," Roxy whispered against his lips.

She pushed her tongue past his lips, seeking entry. Syris groaned, a vibration that started in his chest and ended in her mouth. He surrendered, his jaw slackening.

Roxy didn’t hesitate. She deepened the kiss, her tongue sweeping over the ridges of his mouth until she found them, the two sharp, curved fangs folded against the roof of his mouth.

She could feel the hard ridge of his arousal against her stomach, but she ignored it for now.

She ran the tip of her tongue over the sharp points.

Syris gasped, his hands gripping her waist, his claws digging slightly into the fabric of her dress.

The stimulation to his fangs was intense, an intimate trigger that bypassed his control.

That was his sensitive area that Roxy had just figured out.

How convenient? Did you know this system?

[...]

Roxy had a bitter smile on her lips.

A drop of fluid leaked from the tips.

It hit Roxy’s tongue.

It tasted electric, like licking a battery coated in honey. It was metallic, sweet, and incredibly hot.

She swallowed it. Then she teased the fangs again, drinking the second drop. As long as the system claims she won’t die, then she won’t die.

After all, the only thing that could kill her right now was the system and not the beasts.

Just as she withdrew, caressing his cheeks, heat exploded in her stomach. It rushed through her veins, turning her blood into mush.

Her vision blurred, the edges turned hazy. Every nerve ending in her body woke up and screamed for attention.

It felt like one of those days she was high on whisky and the only thing she wanted to do was ride a man.

She moaned into his mouth, her knees buckling.

Syris, lost in the taste of her, began to coil his tail around her, ready to lower her to the warm floor.

"That," a deep, furious voice growled from the doorway, "is enough."

A massive hand clamped onto the back of Roxy’s dress, right at the collar.

Zarek lifted her off her feet with the ease of a mother cat moving a kitten.

"Zarek!" Roxy whined, her voice sounding slurred and desperate. She kicked her legs in the air, reaching back toward Syris. "No! Put me down! I want... I need..."

"You need to sleep," Zarek snarled, his golden eyes blazing with fury. "You have been busy all day and need rest."

He definitely didn’t want to see her being laid by a snake. Especially in front of him.

Syris stood there, bereft and empty-handed, his mouth still wet from her kiss. He took a step forward. "Dragon, unhand her. She chose—"

The latter ignored him.

Zarek kicked the heavy wooden door shut with his boot, sealing Syris inside the greenhouse. The lock clicked into place.

Inside the Sun-Nest, Syris stood blinking in the sunlight. He touched his lips. His heart was hammering against his ribs. She had tasted him.

She had milked his venom and swallowed it without fear.

He wondered what she would use it for, but she kissed him!

Roxy made the first move! Roxy wanted him!

He didn’t understand why the Dragon was so angry, but a slow, triumphant smile spread across the Serpent’s face.

She accepted the poison, he thought dizzily. She is mine.

Outside the Sun-Nest, Roxy was thrashing around.

"Put me down, you oversized lizard!" Roxy slurred, her hands scrabbling uselessly at Zarek’s arm as he marched down the hallway.

"Stop wiggling," Zarek grunted, his grip firm but careful not to bruise her. "Your scent... it is changing. And right now, your body would collapse if you don’t rest"

"It’s not your goddamn body!!" Roxy cried out, a wave of intense heat crashing over her. "It’s... oh god, it’s hot. Why is it so hot?"

She moaned, the effect of his venom was so high and she cursed the system internally for not warning her in time.

[You were the one who went ahead to kiss him.]

Wasn’t that what I was supposed to do??!

Kaelen was trailing behind them, his face pale with worry. "Is she feverish? Should I get water?"

"She is burning up," Zarek confirmed. He kicked open the bedroom door and marched to the large bed. He dropped Roxy onto the furs.

They all thought she was sick and were confused and didn’t know what to do.

They were never sick, the last time they felt like dying was when Roxy hadn’t come to their rescue.

Roxy immediately curled into a ball. She felt like her skin was too tight. The fabric of her dress felt like sand against her skin.

The ache between her legs was a throbbing, demanding pulse that made her breath hitch.

Fuck! I am so fucking horny!

She had never tasted an aphrodisiac before, neither did she have it back on earth. Ovulation always made her feel like a slur but this was the worst.

Was this finally a punishment for her boldness?

"Get it off," she whimpered, clawing at her collar. "Get it off!"

"What should we do to help her?" Kaelen asked. He reached out to touch her forehead.

As soon as his cool, calloused hand touched her skin, Roxy arched her back off the mattress with a high, keen moan.

"Ah! Kaelen..." she gasped, grabbing his wrist and pressing his hand harder against her skin. "Don’t stop. Harder."

Kaelen froze. He looked at Zarek. Zarek looked at Kaelen.

They were tongue-tied.

Because Roxy used those words when they were mating so they didn’t understand what was going on.

Was this because of the snake?

Their pupils dilated simultaneously.

They were predators. They knew the scent of sickness, and they knew the scent of heat. This wasn’t sickness.

They sniffed the air again and they clenched their fists.

The snake had sent her into a forced, hyper-estrus cycle.

"The snake," Zarek growled, his voice dropping an octave. "He made her sick."

"I’m going to kill him," Kaelen decided, reaching for his knife.

"No!" Roxy cried out. The heat was unbearable. She needed something to touch her. She needed relief. And her husbands were just standing there talking about murder.

When she was right there! Wanting their touch!

She ignored them. She couldn’t help it. The venom had stripped away her shame, leaving only her need.

It would have helped if she had her dildo here.

She rolled onto her back, her legs falling open. She hiked her dress up to her waist, exposing her white cotton panties, now soaked through.

Zarek’s breath hissed through his teeth. Kaelen went perfectly still, his eyes tracking the movement.

Roxy didn’t care that they were watching. In fact, the weight of their gazes made the heat burn hotter.

She shoved her hand into her panties.

"Roxy," Kaelen choked out, his voice sounding like he had swallowed gravel.

She began to rub.

Her hips bucked off the mattress, seeking a rhythm she couldn’t quite find. She threw her head back, biting her lip until it bled, her other hand gripping the fur sheets.

She made a vow.

She would never. NEVER. Do this again.

Her cheeks burned hot in embarrassment but she couldn’t stop. She hoped they would stop watching but they didn’t.

They were frozen.

"Oh... ah... god..." she panted, her fingers working frantically against her slick, swollen clit.

The sight broke something in the men.

They had taken her many times. They had pleased her. But they had never seen her like this, so uninhibited, so raw, pleasuring herself right in front of them because the need was too great to hide.

She was like a beast having their rut.

Zarek gripped the bedpost, trying to control himself so he wouldn’t touch her. His erection strained painfully against his silk robes.

He wanted to look away, to give her privacy, but the dragon inside him was roaring MINE.

Kaelen was worse. The Wolf dropped to his knees beside the bed, his blue eyes locked on her hand, his breathing matching her frantic pants. He looked like he was starving.

"She is... beautiful," Kaelen whispered, almost painfully.

Roxy cried out, her hips jerking. The venom made everything too sensitive. Her own touch wasn’t enough. It was too light. She needed them.

She opened her tear-filled eyes and looked at them.

Her face was flushed crimson, her lips swollen, her hair disheveled.

She took her hand away, leaving herself aching and empty, and reached out toward them.

"It hurts," she sobbed, the plea tearing from her throat. "Zarek. Kaelen. Please. Help me."

A/N: Should she have kissed the snake?