A/N: I shall not leave you hanging :3
He was over the next second, not even giving Roxy the space to breathe.
He ripped the tiger skin tunic down the middle, exposing her twin peaks. Hey! I just sewed that!
She wanted to complain, but he spread her legs and settled between them with a speed that made her head spin.
There was no foreplay this time; he didn't know. He was just fully aroused, and he wanted to get rid of this burning feeling inside him.
She was so warm and so tight that he groaned from being squeezed by her.
His body was moving on its own in ways he couldn't comprehend, when his hazy eyes settled on her lips, the only thing that echoed in his mind was how tasty she would taste there too.
When he kissed her, it was at first sloppy, but he soon learned the way of her lips. His tongue swept into her mouth, tasting her, devouring her breath.
His hands were everywhere, hot and heavy, mapping her body with strokes.
And when he entered her, Roxy gasped, her back arching off the furs as she stretched for his arousal.
Oh god.
It wasn't like anything back in the cave; she had to work him, but right now he was the one thrusting his hips, digging into her, like he wanted to carve her. Driving the breath from her lungs.
"Mine," he grunted against her neck, each thrust punctuated by the word. "My mate. My Queen."
Roxy couldn't think. She couldn't sass him. She couldn't even curse. All she could do was hold onto his broad shoulders and enjoy every sensation traveling through her spine.
It was too much, too intense; her body would shudder with every long thrust and slam. Like a ravenous beast who hadn't eaten for centuries.
She felt like she was melting, no matter how much she pushed against him, he gripped her hands and became faster instead.
She was bordering on pain but drowning in pleasure.
His size stretched her to her absolute limit, and that was when she realized: I am in so much trouble.
***
Three Weeks Later
Three weeks had passed since Roxy had moved into the King's Abode, and her life had settled into a bizarre routine of sleeping, eating, and managing a clingy, over-protective Dragon King.
Roxy stood in front of a volcanic glass she made from lava, which served as a mirror, turning to the side.
"Well," she muttered, poking her stomach. "Hello there, little bean."
There was definitely a bump. It wasn't huge, but the flat stomach she had prided herself on was gone, replaced by a firm, rounded curve that pushed against her tiger-skin tunic. The system had told her that the baby was going really well.
One thing it didn't tell her was in what way she was going to give birth.
Zarek, who was currently lounging on the massive stone bed watching her like she was the only channel on TV, let out a rumble of pure satisfaction.
"You are rounder," he announced, his voice thick with pride. "Good. The heir grows strong."
"I feel like a balloon," Roxy countered, turning to face him. "And I'm bored, Zarek. I am bored out of my skull. I have reorganized your rock collection three times.. If I don't do something productive today, I'm going to start biting people."
Zarek's eyes darkened, a smirk playing on his lips. "You may bite me."
"Not like that, you horny lizard," Roxy rolled her eyes, though she felt the familiar flush in her cheeks. The man had stamina that defied the laws of physics. "I mean work. Real work."
She opened her System interface.
[Current Balance: 98,000 LP]
She had been saving up, but it was time to spend. She navigated to the World-Building tab.
[Skill: Basic Farming & Crop Cycle (Permanent) (1,000 LP)] - Purchased.
[Item: High-Yield Potato Seeds (50 kg) (500 LP)]
[Item: Fast-Growth Wheat Seeds (50 kg) (500 LP)]
[Tool: Soil Analysis Kit (200 LP)]
She quickly clicked the buy button, quickly purchasing all the items she needed.
[Transaction Complete. Items deposited in Inventory.]
Roxy grinned. "Alright, Z. Get up. We're going outside."
Zarek sat up instantly, his protective instincts flaring. "Outside? The wind is cold today. The heir—"
"—needs Vitamin D," Roxy cut him off. "And I need dirt. We're going to the valley, and you're going to summon the females."
Zarek looked confused. "The females? They are... dull. They do not hunt."
"Exactly," Roxy said, grabbing a fur cloak Zarek had hunted for her. "That's why they're perfect for my army. Let's go."
The Valley that Roxy called it, was a stretch of land behind the main mountain range. It was protected from the harsh winds by high cliffs, but it was desolate. Grey dust, dry rocks, and stubborn, thorny weeds were the only things that grew there.
Roxy stood in the middle of the wasteland, hands on her hips.
Behind her, a group of about thirty female dragons stood huddled together. They looked terrified. They were thin, their scales dull gray or brown, lacking the iridescent sheen of the males. They looked at Roxy with a mix of awe and fear, this was the Queen who got pregnant for the king, the one the King doted on.
And looming behind them all was Zarek, looking like a heavily armed babysitter who was ready to incinerate a rock if it looked at Roxy wrong.
"Okay, listen up!" Roxy shouted, her voice carrying over the wind. "I know you're confused. You're probably wondering why the King brought you to the middle of nowhere to stare at dirt."
The females exchanged nervous glances. One of them, a young dragon-kin with a limp, raised a trembling hand. "My Queen... are we to be... punished?"
Roxy's heart broke a little. God, Malcor really did a number on their self-esteem.
"No," Roxy said firmly. "You are here to be promoted."
She pulled the [Soil Analysis Kit] from her pocket, a silver rod with a small digital display on top. She jammed it into the dry earth. The females and even Zarek watched her in awe, and curiosity at what that thing was.
But they could not question Roxy, because they didn't want to anger their King.
Zarek watched, fascinated. "Is it a weapon?"
"Kind of," Roxy muttered.
[Analyzing... Soil Composition: Volcanic Ash, Rich in Minerals.
Nitrogen: High.
Moisture: Low.
Verdict: Highly Fertile if irrigated.]
"Jackpot," Roxy whispered. "Volcanic soil. It's ugly, but it's nutrient gold."
Back on earth, she stayed for three years with her grandmother, farming, cooking, making clothes that all her skills were paying off now, as if the System knew who exactly she was and why she was right for this job.
And Roxy, prided herself in all these skills.
It excited her.
She turned back to the women. "You see this land? Everyone says it's useless. Just like Malcor says you are useless because you don't hunt massive beasts."
She walked closer to them. "But hunting isn't the only way to survive. Hunting feeds you for a day. What we are going to do here? It will feed the Tribe forever."
She reached into her Inventory and pulled out a massive sack of [High-Yield Potato Seeds]. She tossed it to the ground.
"We aren't fighting today, ladies," Roxy announced, a grin spreading across her face. "We are farming. Grab a shovel."