Baby System: I'm the Beast World's Only Hope!-Chapter 264: Episode 262: Syris reverent touch

Cock? You mean cocks. You slithering creature.

She gulped audibly, the sound loud in the firelit guest room. Should she just do it? Should she just grit her teeth, let him take her, and get it over with so she could finally sleep without the looming anxiety of his unmet needs?

Syris, whose cold-blooded sensitivity could pick up the sudden, frantic spike in her heart rate, immediately sensed her spiraling.

He lifted his head, his hazy green eyes clearing as he looked down at her wide, panicked expression. He let out a soft, vibrating hiss of amusement, his cool hand coming up to gently brush a stray curl from her forehead.

"We have plenty of time to go all the way with that," Syris purred, his voice a dark, soothing balm that instantly poured water over her internal fire. He leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear as he lowered his voice to a devious, spine-tingling whisper. "We have plenty of time, my Queen, where I will map your insides with my dicks."

Roxy gulped again, a violent shiver wracking her frame.

She screamed in the privacy of her own mind: See? He gets it!!

A familiar, snarky blue window popped into existence directly behind her eyelids.

[Right now you are behaving like a succubus, learn to breathe.]

Oh, shut up. Don’t blame me! Look at what I am working with! I have handsome, enticing, sexy, absolutely delicious Beastmen as my mates.

They worship the ground I walk on, and they are walking around with cocks bigger than my entire hand! How in the world wouldn’t I hunger for it? I am a woman, not a saint!

Roxy let out a long, heavy sigh, the brief spark of manic lust fading back into deep, bone-weary exhaustion. She definitely didn’t want to do it tonight. Her insides were still incredibly sore from the relentless, brutal marathon with Zarek and Kaelen, and the wildly intense pond session with Torian and Ren.

If Syris tried to take her right now, especially with his unique, dual anatomy, it would only be a chaotic mixture of pain and pleasure. And right now, the pain would absolutely be on the higher end of the scale.

Syris seemed to understand perfectly without her needing to utter a single word of rejection.

He pulled her closer, his massive upper body shifting to lay fully in the bed of furs beside her. He adjusted his heavy coils, wrapping them securely around her legs and waist, while his arms pulled her upper body flush against his chest. To his cold-blooded biology, she was a radiant, beautiful furnace.

"Rest now, little mouse," Syris urged, his voice a hypnotic rhythm. "You are safe here."

Roxy rested her cheek against his smooth, cool chest. She thought, given the adrenaline of her argument downstairs and the lingering anxiety of the plague, that she wouldn’t be able to sleep.

But the combination of the stifling heat of the room, the rhythmic beating of Syris’s heart, and the absolute safety of his embrace acted like a heavy, magical sedative.

She dozed off almost immediately, cuddling deeper into his hold with a soft, contented sigh.

Syris lay perfectly still, listening as her breathing evened out into the slow, steady cadence of deep sleep. Only when he was absolutely certain she was out did he allow himself to truly look at her.

He mapped her body with his long, cool fingers. He traced the delicate curve of her shoulder, the soft slope of her waist, and the faint, glowing bruises left by the other Alphas. He felt no jealousy over the marks, only a profound, swelling sense of awe that this fierce, incredible creature had survived the ocean and returned to them.

She looked more beautiful than before. The Deep Spires had changed her, refining her features and leaving a faint, ethereal glow to her skin that practically mesmerized him.

Syris leaned his face closer, his sharp nose hovering just inches from hers. As she exhaled, her warm, sweet breath tickled his nose.

He flushed pink. A faint, rosy hue dusted his pale, sharp cheekbones in sheer embarrassment at his own overwhelming affection. His forked tongue flickered out, tasting the air, drinking in the sweet, intoxicating scent of her skin without actually touching her.

A sudden, intense flutter bloomed deep in his chest. His entire body vibrated with it.

It was a terrifying sensation. Just watching her sleep like this, watching her dark hair sprawled wildly across the white sheets and heavy furs, gave him a level of intense, suffocating pleasure that no physical act ever could. He was completely, utterly at her mercy.

As he leaned over her, a long lock of his deep, emerald-green hair slipped forward from his shoulder. The soft, feathery strands brushed lightly against Roxy’s nose.

Roxy’s face scrunched up. "Achoo."

She let out a light, delicate sneeze, her brow furrowing in her sleep.

Syris froze. Panic flared in his green eyes. He quickly pulled his hand back, shifting his weight away in a desperate bid not to wake her from the rest she so desperately needed. He cursed his own clumsiness, ready to uncoil and give her space.

But Roxy didn’t wake up. Instead, she let out a soft, highly annoyed mutter.

Without opening her eyes, her hand came up, swatting blindly at his face. She pushed his silky green hair out of her way with an impatient grumble, and then, completely on instinct, she closed the distance he had just created. She nuzzled closer, burying her face securely into the crook of his neck, throwing one arm over his chest to anchor him in place.

Syris stopped breathing.

The fact that her subconscious reaction to being disturbed wasn’t to pull away, but to drag him closer, hit him like a blow.

The faint, embarrassed blush on his cheeks faded, replaced by a devastatingly tender expression. His smile deepened, softening the sharp, dangerous lines of his face. His vertical pupils dilated, his eyes narrowing in a fierce, overwhelming need that possessed absolutely no lust.

It was pure, unadulterated love. A need to shield her, to worship her, to lay the entire world at her feet so she would never have to swat away an annoyance ever again.

Syris wrapped his arms securely around her, resting his chin gently on top of her head. He let the heat of the fire and the warmth of her body seep into his cold blood.

He looked at the flickering shadows on the wooden ceiling, his mind making a silent, unbreakable vow to the woman sleeping in his arms.

"I will be a good boy for you, Roxy," Syris whispered into the quiet, dark room, his voice a low, vibrating promise that carried the weight of a blood oath. "And when you need me to be a bad boy... I won’t keep myself chained."

As if she heard him in the depths of her dreams, Roxy shuddered. A soft, breathless whimper fell from her parted lips, her fingers curling tightly into the fabric of his shirt.

Syris closed his eyes, his heart hammering against his ribs. He tightened his coils around her, burying his face in her dark hair as he breathed out a final, reverent truth.

"She is so beautiful."