Baby System: I'm the Beast World's Only Hope!-Chapter 253: Episode 251: Shall we play a game?

The master bedroom was in ruins. Well, only the bed.

The heavy furs were kicked off the edge of the mattress, the crisp linen sheets were wrinkled and twisted into knots, and the air was thick with the lingering, heavy scent of pine, and sweat.

The morning sun filtered through the thick wooden shutters, casting thin, golden stripes across the floorboards.

In the center of the massive bed, Roxy was dead to the world. She lay on her stomach, her dark hair splayed wildly across the pillows in a tangled halo, her breathing deep and even.

She was completely exhausted, her body heavy and drained from the relentless, marathon-claiming session that Zarek and Kaelen had subjected her to all through the long night.

The bedroom door, which Kaelen had locked so securely hours ago, suddenly let out a soft click.

The door creaked open just a fraction. A small, black wolf ear poked through the gap, twitching as it listened for the deep, rumbling snores of the Alpha males. Hearing nothing but the soft breathing of her mother, Iris pushed the heavy oak door open a little wider.

"Come on," Iris whispered, reaching a tiny hand back into the hallway.

A moment later, Tanith crawled through the opening. She was wearing a top and a silk skirt, her vertical pupils wide as she took in the ruined state of the bedroom.

Iris closed the door softly behind them, leaving it just an inch ajar so they wouldn’t get trapped. With the practiced stealth of a wolf pup, Iris tiptoed across the wooden floorboards, guiding Tanith toward the foot of the massive bed.

Because the system had built the bed to accommodate a dragon’s weight, the mattress was high off the ground, an absolute mountain for a toddler.

Iris didn’t hesitate. She grabbed Tanith around her small waist, hoisting her up with a grunt of effort until Tanith’s hands caught the edge of the mattress. Tanith wiggled her little legs, using Iris’s shoulder as a stepping stool, and successfully shimmied up onto the ruined sheets. Iris quickly scrambled up right behind her.

They crawled over the landscape of discarded pillows until they reached the center where Roxy was sleeping.

Tanith immediately crawled right over Roxy’s arm and plopped down, laying her head directly on top of Roxy’s bare breasts. Iris lay down on Roxy’s other side, resting her chin on her hands as she stared intently at her mother’s sleeping face.

Iris’s violet eyes scanned the dark, bruising marks that painted Roxy’s neck and shoulders. The little wolf-girl let out a very heavy, very adult sigh.

"Daddy Zarek and Papa didn’t pity mum," Iris whispered to Tanith, shaking her head disapprovingly. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Tanith lifted her head slightly, blinking her wide, snake-like eyes. She let out a soft string of syllables. "Ba-ba-doo, gah." She reached out a tiny, pale hand and patted Roxy’s cheek in profound sympathy.

As if she understood what Iris was saying to her.

Iris sighed again, her black wolf ears drooping a little. "Mama has been through a lot. The ocean is scary, and now the daddies are being mean to her skin."

"Pfffffft-buh," Tanith babbled back, huffing as if she completely agreed with the assessment of the Alpha males’ savage behavior.

Iris pushed herself up into a sitting position. "Stay here," she instructed the toddler with utmost seriousness. "I am going to bring mama a cup of water. She’s going to be thirsty."

Tanith flashed a bright, toothy smile at Iris, completely content to stay exactly where she was. Iris carefully climbed down from the massive bed, her bare feet hitting the floor silently, and slipped out of the room, leaving the door ajar.

Left alone, Tanith wiggled her small legs, trying to find a more comfortable spot on her soft, warm pillow. As she shifted, her face rubbed against the curve of Roxy’s breast. The toddler paused. Her little nose twitched.

Driven by pure infant instinct, Tanith shifted her weight, opened her mouth, and latched her lips onto the closest nipple.

She sucked.

Instantly, a warm, sweet liquid flowed over her tongue. Tanith’s vertical pupils dilated to the size of saucers. Her eyes widened in absolute shock.

Down in the depths of her exhausted slumber, Roxy felt a sharp, sudden pinch, followed by a rhythmic tugging sensation. Her body, still conditioned from nursing Prince Zale just a day ago, responded naturally, but her sleep-addled brain completely misread the situation.

"Z... Kae..." Roxy whimpered softly, her brow furrowing as she tried to swat blindly at whoever was touching her. "I am so sore... no more~ Please, let me sleep."

"Goo-gluck-bah," Tanith babbled around the mouthful of milk, sounding highly defensive of her newly discovered treasure.

The sound was distinctly... tiny.

Roxy’s eyes snapped open.

The room was bright. The heavy weight on her chest wasn’t a massive dragon hand or a wolf’s mouth. Roxy lifted her head, her vision clearing to find Tanith looking right back at her.

The toddler had a bright, bubbly smile on her face, a tiny drop of milk resting on her chin, and Roxy’s nipple still firmly in her mouth.

"My glitter bomb~" Roxy gasped, a mixture of shock and overwhelming fondness flooding her chest.

She immediately sat up, curling one arm securely around Tanith’s small waist to keep her from tumbling off the bed. With her free hand, she gently but firmly pressed her finger against Tanith’s cheek to break the suction, plucking her breast from the little one’s mouth.

"No, no, little one," Roxy laughed softly, fixing her posture.

Tanith’s bottom lip instantly pushed out. It wobbled precariously, her green eyes shining with unshed tears at the sudden confiscation of the milk.

"Oh, don’t give me that look," Roxy cooed, patting Tanith’s back soothingly. She knew her body was still lactating, but she definitely hadn’t expected to become a midnight snack for her snake-daughter. "You aren’t meant to be drinking milk anymore, Tantan. You have teeth! You ate a piece of boar yesterday!"

Tanith sniffled loudly, burying her face into Roxy’s neck in utter grievance, letting out a dramatic, breathy sigh that clearly communicated her disappointment.

"I know, I know," Roxy giggled, kissing the top of her dark hair.

Taking Tanith securely in one arm, Roxy braced herself to stand up. She shifted her weight to the edge of the mattress and swung her legs over.

The moment her bare feet touched the floor and she put weight on her hips, a sharp, profound ache shot up her inner thighs and radiated through her lower back.

"Ah... shit," Roxy winced, her knees buckling slightly.

She grabbed the bedpost to steady herself. Kaelen and Zarek had absolutely wrecked her. Every single muscle in her lower body felt like it had been stretched, pounded, and tenderized.

She took a deep breath, locking her trembling knees, and began the slow, agonizing waddle toward the walk-in wardrobe.

As she hobbled past the large, polished silver mirror leaning against the far wall, she caught a glimpse of her reflection.

She stopped dead in her tracks.

She gasped, her free hand flying to her mouth.

From the base of her jaw all the way down to her thighs, her skin was an absolute canvas of love mark. There were deep, purple bruises shaped like Zarek’s large thumbs on her hips.

There were sharp, red bite marks along her collarbone from Kaelen’s teeth. The curve of her breasts, her stomach, her neck, she was covered in overlapping love bites, a chaotic mosaic of Alpha territoriality.

"Your fathers were savages, Tantan," Roxy muttered, staring at the reflection in horror and a strange, undeniable thrill of pride. "Absolute savages."

"Ba-ba-ba!" Tanith babbled back enthusiastically, nodding her little head in complete agreement.

Roxy quickly shuffled into the wardrobe, pulling a long, soft silk shirt off a hook and slipping it over her head. The cool fabric felt heavenly against her overly sensitive skin. It draped down to her mid-thigh, hiding the worst of the damage.

Just as she emerged from the closet, the bedroom door pushed open.

Iris trotted back into the room, holding a wooden cup of water carefully with both hands so as not to spill a single drop.

"Mama! You’re awake!" Iris beamed, her tail wagging so fast.

"I am, my sweet flower," Roxy smiled, easing herself back onto the edge of the mattress. "Thank you so much."

Iris climbed onto the bed, handing the cup over. Roxy drank deeply, the cool water soothing her parched, raspy throat. She set the cup on the nightstand and pulled Iris into her side, wrapping her free arm around the wolf-girl while Tanith remained perched on her other hip.

"Where is everyone?" Roxy asked.

Iris leaned back, adopting a very serious, informative tone. "Papa is in the kitchen. He is cooking a chicken broth with rice for you. He said you need soft food to recover your strength."

Roxy smiled warmly. Trust Kaelen to be the caretaker.

"Daddy Zarek went to the mountain with Drax," Iris continued, counting on her fingers. "They are doing Alpha things. Daddy Torian is outside, busy counting the wooden crates from the feast. And Daddy Syris is fixing the roof tiles on the barn."

"And Uncle Ren?" Roxy asked.

"Daddy Ren is with his merchant men down by the creek, discussing some shiny business," Iris finished proudly. Then, she leaned in close, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "But don’t worry, Mama. They don’t know you woke up. Only Tantan and I came here on our own. We sneaked past Papa in the kitchen!"

Roxy giggled, a light, bubbly sound of relief. She had her girls, she had a moment to breathe, and the house was temporarily devoid of the testosterone-fueled chaos.

She reached out and gently patted Iris’s head, her fingers finding the soft, velvety fur of Iris’s black wolf ears. She rubbed the base of the ears, scratching exactly where she knew the pups liked it.

Iris instantly melted, her eyes fluttering shut as she leaned into Roxy’s touch, a soft, rumbling purr-like sound vibrating in her chest.

Roxy looked from Iris’s blissful face to Tanith, who was currently chewing on the sleeve of the silk shirt. A mischievous, brilliant idea sparked in Roxy’s mind. She felt the lingering soreness in her hips, remembered the terrifying promise of a "long week," and decided that a retreat was absolutely necessary for her own survival.

Roxy’s lips curled into a wicked, playful grin.

"Well, if the boys are all busy..." Roxy whispered, her green eyes twinkling with mischief. "Then shall we girls play a little game?"