After Being Forced into a Marriage with My Empress Consort - Chapter 7

Tracy was very close to this female zerg.

His female consort did not seem to be wearing any of his usual strong-smelling chemicals. Perhaps because the event happened so suddenly and he had rushed over in such a hurry, he arrived without any concealment, emitting only a faint, natural fragrance.

Tracy nuzzled his nose against the female’s Adam’s apple and chuckled softly.

He had finally caught the scent of his consort’s pheromones: a delicate, pomelo blossom fragrance. It was not overpowering; it even carried a hint of freshly cut grass.

Tracy pressed down on his shoulders. The female was tense; he looked bewildered, his expression dazed and unfocused.

He lay back against the soft white velvet pillows, his dark, silky bangs fanned out, revealing the antennae hidden beneath.

At this moment, the antennae were limp and soft, with a tiny curl at the tips, looking as delicate as they were touchable.

Tracy raised his fingertips to do the very thing he had wanted to do since they first met.

He pinched the antennae between two of his knuckles and pinched them again, feeling their texture: they had a slight firmness, much like nylon cord, with a tough core but a soft, springy exterior.

They were completely different from his own fake antennae.

The female let out a muffled groan. He arched his back slightly, subconsciously reaching up to touch his own head. His brow furrowed, and the gaze that once carried such overwhelming pressure was suddenly veiled in a mist.

“Don’t pinch them,” he said, his voice raspy.

“Does it hurt?” Tracy leaned in closer, cradling the female’s head in his hands. His fingers stroked the slightly coarse hair as he looked down at the female beneath him.

Tracy offered a smile, revealing his white, neat teeth. He knew he looked good this way; sometimes, he would leave his fans swooning.

With a mix of seven parts pretense and three parts sincerity, he whispered an apology into the female’s ear: “I’ve always been interested in the antennae of female zergs, but I have never had the chance to observe them this closely.”

Today was a perfect opportunity, and he did not want to let it pass.

Tracy nibbled on the female’s ear, watching it flush crimson between his teeth, and felt a surge of accomplishment in his chest.

This was his female.

Since arriving on the Zerg planet, Tracy had inevitably been influenced by much of their culture. In his original world, Tracy appeared cheerful, considerate, and sunny, surrounded by a group of male friends, but in reality, he had been exhausted by the act. He could not just walk up to any boy he liked and say, “Hi, I am interested in you; do you want to try dating?” People would have only viewed him as a lunatic.

But in the Zerg society, his every desire was treated as a given; it was an inherent right that came with being a male zerg.

Yet, humans are strange creatures. When one can only cautiously test the waters, they desperately want to fall in love, but when a crowd of potential partners competes to confess their feelings, one suddenly becomes reserved and picky.

That was until he met Adonis.

Tracy still remembered the moment he pushed open the door: that well-toned, athletic body tightly wrapped in a seamless, form-fitting uniform jacket; his epaulettes fastened with absolute precision, the tassels and wheat-ears swaying slightly as he walked. He had stood tall, his chest covered in badges symbolizing honor. Beneath his polite words lay a well-hidden arrogance and disdain typical of a superior; no matter how hard a high-ranking female tried to mask it, their haughtiness would inevitably spill over.

Back then, Tracy had quietly clenched his jaw. Behind his seemingly indifferent smile, a truly wicked thought had surged.

Sooner or later, I will tear open those white-shirt buttons fastened to the very top, tie his wrists with strips of cloth, and kiss every inch of his body until he trembles beneath my knuckles with teary eyes.

But that was clearly not very polite.

And so, Tracy traced the female’s cold yet shocked eyes and his slightly parted lips, calmly announcing, “I want to kiss you.”

He spoke with righteousness and dignity, providing himself with a very reasonable and appropriate excuse: “Male pheromones have a wonderful soothing effect. I think it is time you experienced it.”

And of course, he did just that.

Tracy bit down on those sexy, thin lips, kissing them in small, dense intervals, biting gently, and pinning the female’s waist to ensure he had no chance of escaping.

Nose to nose, breath to breath.

Tracy kissed him with great intensity.

The pale pink lips were like cherry-flavored jelly; if he traced them with the tip of his tongue, the petals would turn a deeper shade of pink. A single suck made the red even more vibrant.

Tracy lowered his head and bit down on his lips. They were soft and moist, like delicious, non-sticky gummies, or like a piece of White Rabbit candy wrapped in a thin layer of paper; they were sweet, yet not cloying.

The kissing techniques he had practiced countless times in his mind finally found their use. Tracy moved in without hesitation, locking his hands above his head and stealing away all of his breath.

The female beneath him moved like a jumping fish, thin and alluring syllables spilling from his throat.

Tracy pressed his knees against the female’s legs, the sticky sound of their union intertwining between their lips. His sharp tail-hook stirred, gradually extending until it cast a glistening trail under the bright lights.

Tracy felt that the crack in his own body seemed to ache and itch even more intensely.

“I am going to take off your clothes.”

Do not blame Tracy for being blunt. When you have been tortured by the pain of a tail-hook for decades, and the antidote is placed right by your hand, you will not continue to sacrifice yourself for the sake of some moral code.

Besides, he only wanted to do something that both he and his consort could enjoy; there was no violation of any law.

The female’s face flushed red, his breathing rhythm becoming rapid due to the lack of oxygen. He turned his head to the side, his crushed lips as red as blood. His eyes were misty and shimmering with a watery light, looking nothing like someone who disliked it.

This little dessert delivered to his door was exactly to his liking.

The worker bees were buzzing as they installed the structure, daring not to make a sound, but hauling up the transparent glass required some effort.

Every busy low-level female pricked up his ears to listen to the movements inside the room.

The wind blew the curtains, revealing the overlapping silhouettes of two zergs inside the bed canopy.

Every zerg caught the scent of the dizzying, intoxicating pheromones. Their wings unfolded unconsciously, their toes curled in tension as they desperately tried to control their excitement and the urge to submit.

“Is this the legendary sweet pheromone therapy of a male zerg?” everyone wondered, feeling faint and flushed.

He was so fragrant and sweet, as soft as a honey cake, yet intoxicating like a glass of rose dessert wine. Their minds went blank; they almost forgot what they were doing next: was it aligning, or applying the adhesive?

Even the females so far away reacted so strongly, not to mention Adonis, who was right in the center of it.

But he was of a higher grade, after all. He was confused for only a moment before regaining his senses.

But it was already too late.

The male slowly leaned in, and before the pheromones could even reach him, a faint scent of milk filled the air. He could see Tracy’s long, slender eyelashes trembling.

It seemed he liked his own scent. Tracy opened his eyes slightly, the hazy depths of his gaze shimmering with moisture. He gripped Adonis’s jaw with a bit of force, forcing him to open his mouth wider.

The sweet pheromones were passed over, and as his mental power was plundered, he could clearly feel his body slipping out of his control. He began to heat up, his heart rate accelerated, and blood rushed to his head.

He felt panicked and hollow; sweetness flowed between their lips, yet a more profound fear and dread swept over him like a whirlpool, dragging him down.

The buttons on his chest were undone, and the cool air spread across his skin.

Slap! He swatted the male’s hand away.

The other was stunned, his tail-hook swinging impatiently, the tip flashing with a cold light that made other zergs shudder.

Adonis took a deep breath, his chest turning cold.

“My Lord, now is not the time…” he heard himself say, stuttering and cold.

The male was clearly shocked. He knelt on the bed, his tail-hook engorged with blood, shining like silver.

Adonis had excellent eyesight; he lowered his eyes and could see the tiny hole at the tip of the hook. That was the suction tube designed to extract the male’s essence. In the male’s most passionate moment, the tail-hook would pierce deep into his body.

Adonis clenched his fingers, then released them.

The male had already returned to an indifferent expression.

“My Lord, we have finished the installation.”

Just then, the team of diligent worker bees had completed their work. Somehow, the lead supervisor had been left behind in the room. His fervent demeanor made Adonis feel inexplicably annoyed.

He shifted his body, blocking the yellow-jacket’s covetous gaze. The bee was disappointed; he did not dare directly oppose Adonis, but his sharp ears heard that crisp sound.

The male’s skin was very tender; the back of his hand was already red.

“My Lord, do you need me to bring some essential oil? Shall I help you massage your hand?”

The worker bee bowed his waist, his head raised in eager anticipation.

However, Tracy lifted his eyes and looked at Adonis.

“Shouldn’t you explain yourself for this?”

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