Roxy didn't hesitate.
Her survival instinct was surprisingly a powerful aphrodisiac, and with the deep sleep potion in her grasp, this would definitely be an easy win.
Zarek was terrifyingly beautiful looking, so harmless, but she knew that if he were to wake up halfway in, she would be burned like a steak.
She stripped bare, climbed over him, and straddled his waist, her breath shallow as the heat radiating from his body enveloped her.
It was so intoxicating that it almost made her dizzy.
He smells like danger and sin at the same time, she thought, locking her eyes on his face, which was slack with deep slumber.
She raised the vial to his lips. "Bottoms up, big boy. Don't worry, this is going to save my life, and freakly, yours too."
She tipped the potion, letting the cold liquid trickle into his mouth. Zarek's throat moved in a slow swallow. His muscles, which were all bunching up before from partial satisfaction, relaxed.
Roxy didn't waste another second. The clock was ticking, and she had a task to complete.
But the system didn't tell her that, the vial wouldn't put him into a deep sleep.
She has to work carefully to avoid waking him up.
She guided his huge length, which looked eight inches long and 4 inches wide. He was massive, and as a virgin, Roxy was meant to be scared, like heart-hammering scared. Instead, she was excited.
This was bigger than the dildos she had back home.
She guided him, slick with his own excitement, failing at first but after sometime, she settled herself with a gasp, feeling that slight resistance and the sudden biting pain. But she took him all in; he was hot, impossibly full, the rough outline of his arousal scraped her inside, made something inside pulse.
She began to move, riding the tingling feeling of his arousal, hitting the spot that made her yelp. It was slightly painful, but the pleasure was overriding the pain.
She gritted her teeth and focused only on the ticking clock and the system screen. Praying it would be over soon enough.
No matter how much she relaxed on him, her waist was rigid as she avoided any slight force that could shatter the potion's effects.
It shouldn't be that easy to sleep with a beast, right? Even if he was sleeping.
[Time Remaining: 6:40:00]
This was needed for her to survive, to succeed.
She increased her rhythm, throwing herself into motion. The intensity soon got into her head, and she found herself moaning, trembling, dripping from the blinding pleasure that racked her very being.
It was so good, she would whimper when he was in too deep.
If it felt so good when he was asleep, how different would it be if she were awake? She wrapped her hands around his thick hair, throwing her head back, letting out a silent, ragged cry as she rode her own release.
Then she felt it, a scorching hot stuff erupting into her stomach. She trembled as goosebumps ghosted her skin.
[Ding! Task 1: Complete!]
[Pregnancy Confirmed! Insemination Success Rate: 100%]
[Reward: 100,000 LP! (Life Points!)]
Roxy cried out in relief, collapsing onto Zarek's chest, her skin sticky with sweat. Fuck that was amazing.
She had survived.
She stared at the congratulatory message that replaced a clock. Her body was still trembling, and his length had gone slack inside her, sliding out and leaving his thick release slipping out.
The physical shock and the adrenaline crash hit her all at once.
Her limbs went heavy, and her eyelids felt impossibly heavy.
I need to get out of here. Now, she thought.
The potion will wear off, and he will wake up and kill me.
She tried to lift her head and scramble off his broad chest, but her muscles screamed in protest. She was wounded from running away from the pig, and now spending the last thirty minutes doing that.
Just five minutes.
Her brain pleaded. A quick nap would get her strength back. She believed the potion would last twelve hours since the name was literally deep sleep.
She pressed her ears against his chest. His heartbeat was slow and rhythmic, so it felt like a lullaby. Very beautiful.
But the warmth was intoxicating. Zarek's heat was the warmest thing she'd felt. She just needed a small moment of peace.
Roxy Bell made the stupidest mistake of her life. She closed her eyes.
She didn't know how long she slept—probably ten minutes, thirty, maybe an hour—but it was definitely not long enough.
She was ripped from her rest the moment she drowsily opened her eyes to meet cold golden eyes and a deep rumble that vibrated through her entire body.
Roxy's eyes snapped open, and she shot up, scrambling away from him.
Shit. Shit. Shit!
Zarek was awake. His muscles were tense and rigid. His large hands, which had been lying beside him, were now helping him sit up as his eyes glared at her.
They were locked on Roxy, who was naked in front of him, frozen solid.
He didn't move. He simply stared, the air around them crackling with killing intent.
I'm dead, Roxy realized with horrible clarity. Yep, I was a roasted chicken.
The next moment, Zarek's hand shot out, wrapping around Roxy's throat as he slammed her against a stone wall. He was so fast, Roxy couldn't run or dodge.
His grip was terrifyingly cold and powerful. He wasn't squeezing yet, but his intent was clear: he was going to snap her neck and eat her flesh later.
"Let go of me, you beast." She snarled, struggling in his grasp.
His lips peeled back from his teeth in a blood-curdling snarl. He didn't know what she was saying, but he loved his food writhing under him.
But then, all of a sudden, he tensed. His fingers froze around her pretty neck.
His eyes, still blazing with killing intent, dropped from her face to her stomach. He felt another life in that stomach.
Something that shouldn't exist.
His thick brows drew together as his gaze stayed locked on her bare stomach, dark and unreadable, as if he were debating whether to tear it open just to see the miracle himself.
Roxy's heart was hammering in her throat. Zarek's grip on her neck loosened. His hand fell away entirely.
Roxy barely had time to gasp before his massive palm pressed gently against her stomach. It was warm and careful. She froze, meeting his eyes and seeing the raw confusion wrestling inside him.
And immediately she understood.
This world had issues with birthing babies, and it has been so long, a child has graced their world.
He confirmed it: there was breathing life in her stomach.
He stepped back, looking at Roxy with determination and a terrifying, hot intensity. He didn't want to consume her now; he wanted to claim her.
"You will not run," he growled, the sound low and territorial. "You carry my blood. You are mine."
The language was something she had never heard before.
[Ding! New Main Task: 'The Dragon's Heart.']
[Sub-Task 1: Raise the affection of the Dragon King to 50% during the pregnancy period.]