บททั้งหมดของ THE DRAGON'S CHUBBY TREASURE : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Chapter 52: Shattered WombMy water broke in a hot rush, soaking the ground beneath me and mixing with everything else as another brutal contraction tore through my body like dragon fire. I screamed, curling instinctively around my rounded belly, both hands pressing desperately against the taut, heavy swell as the baby shifted lower, far too soon.“No… not now!” I gasped, tears streaming down my face. The pain was blinding, ripping away every other thought. My thick thighs trembled violently, my soft body slick with sweat and exhaustion. The pregnancy that had been my curse and my prison was demanding to end right here in this blood-soaked grove.Vaelor reached me first. His strong arms wrapped around me, pulling my shivering, naked form against his chest with a gentleness that almost broke me. “Sera… breathe, my treasure. I’m here. I’ve got you.” His hand pressed lightly over my contracting belly, feeling the powerful movements inside. His golden eyes filled with a storm of love, fea

Chapter 54: Shadows of the Past The weight of everything pressed down on me as I lay there in the aftermath of birth, my body still aching and tender, my soft round belly no longer drum-tight but still swollen and heavy with the lingering evidence of what I had carried. Aether nursed quietly against my heavy breasts, his tiny mixed-scale body warm and trusting, and I held him close with every ounce of strength I had left, trying to draw comfort from his gentle pulls even as the world around us shifted into something far more dangerous. Elyra stood tall and commanding in the center of the grove, her obsidian scales gleaming like polished night, her silver eyes sweeping over us with the confidence of someone who had waited centuries to reclaim her place. She carried herself with such raw power and elegance that I felt acutely aware of every plush curve of my own body, the softness of my wide hips still spread from labor, the thickness of my thighs trembling with exhaustion, and the way

Chapter 56: Poisoned MilkThe clash between Vaelor and Elyra raged on in a whirlwind of golden fire and obsidian shadow, their partial shifts sending sparks and raw power crackling through the grove while I remained cradled in Draven’s arms, my body still heavy and spent from the birth. Aether had finally quieted against my breast, his nursing slowing as exhaustion claimed him too, but I could not tear my eyes away from the fight or from the conflicted dragon who held me so possessively. Draven had not joined the battle. He stood rooted in place, his crimson eyes flicking rapidly between Elyra’s fierce dominance and my softer form, his large hands never loosening their grip on my wide hips and the lingering swell of my post-birth belly. The hesitation I had seen earlier had deepened into something heavier, as if her return had awakened chains from his past that he could not yet break. He protected me physically, shielding me from stray bursts of energy, yet he made no move to aid Vael

Chapter 58: Broken Chains The weight of the ceremony’s revelations still lingered in the air like smoke from a dying fire as I found myself alone with Vaelor for the first time since the birth, the thin walls of the fortress chamber doing little to muffle the distant sounds of Elyra’s forces reorganizing. My body had begun to recover in small ways, my soft round belly settling into its familiar plush fullness, heavy and yielding beneath the simple robes they had given me, while my thick thighs and wide hips ached with every careful movement. Aether slept soundly in a reinforced cradle nearby, his hybrid scales catching faint glimmers of light, and my heavy breasts remained full and tender, ready to nourish him at any moment. Yet despite the physical exhaustion, my heart raced with a fragile hope when Vaelor appeared at the barred entrance, his golden form still bearing the marks of Elyra’s earlier attack but fueled by unwavering determination. He moved swiftly, using the last reser

Chapter 60 I stepped fully into the corridor my bare feet cold against the stone as my soft round belly led the way. The robe clung to my heavy breasts and wide hips outlining every curve and roll that these dragons had once worshipped so fiercely. My thick thighs rubbed together with each hurried step sending fresh aches through my still tender body but I did not slow down. The sight of that glowing orb in Elyra’s hand pulsing with stolen pieces of my son’s power made something primal rise inside me hotter than any pleasure Draven had ever given me. “Give him back,” I demanded my voice echoing off the walls stronger than I felt. Milk leaked steadily from my nipples soaking the front of the robe but I no longer cared about modesty. Aether needed me. Vaelor needed me. Even Draven who stood there silent and conflicted needed me to force his hand. My plush ass jiggled as I moved closer my round belly trembling with every breath as I placed myself between Elyra and Vaelor’s chained form