Chapter 63 The silence after the portal closed felt heavier than any battle cry. I sat on the cold chamber floor still cradled in Draven’s arms with Aether nursing contentedly at my heavy breast. My soft round belly pressed warmly against them both while milk continued to leak from my other nipple trailing down the plush curves of my body. Every inch of me ached from the fight the slash across my shoulder and breast already healing thanks to the hybrid power but leaving a faint glowing mark that pulsed in time with my heartbeat. My thick thighs were slick with a mixture of my own wetness Draven’s earlier release and the stress sweat of battle. The torn robe hung uselessly off one shoulder doing nothing to hide my wide hips or the generous swell of my ass as I shifted closer to Vaelor who knelt beside us. Vaelor’s golden hand gently cupped the side of my face his thumb brushing away tears I had not realized were still falling. “You were magnificent my treasure,” he murmured his voice
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