Kuras Touch Starved の小説・ストーリー

he asked, his hand moving to rest on her stomach where their pup grew. "Better than yesterday," Zora admitted. "My memories are back and you are alive. I would say things are looking up." "I would agree with that assessment," Trent said with a smirk on his lips. They lay there for a few more minutes, just holding each other and enjoying the quiet moment. But eventually, Zora's stomach growled loudly, breaking the peaceful silence. Trent laughed. "Hungry?" "Starving," Zora confirmed. "The pup demands food."

“Hmm… I feel like I was reborn. And starving." “Hhhe… I'm really hungry too.” "I'm going to find an animal we can eat… you're here… is it alright?” Burdak asked carefully. The longer he is the more afraid to leave Randu alone. Too many bad things happened when his wife is alone. "Of course…" “You still have to tell me about what happened inside the tomb…”

"Open wide, Kal," Deimos pleads whilst attempting to feed the resolute pup who refuses to eat with uncompromising stubbornness. He merely turns his head away as soon as the spoon nears his mouth as though he perceives what is offered to him as distasteful. "He does this only with you for he knows I am not as patient." I chuckle whilst tearing up some tender elk meat to plant it in my mouth stuffing my starved belly. Now that Kal can walk and race at an immense speed, he has begun to engulf my energy often leaving me drained and sleep-deprived. It has become more challenging to handle him.

Looking at the creature with a curious expression on its face, both were wondering how it could manage to make such an expression after experiencing their master's terrifying fighting ability. Kirou paid no attention to his pets' strange behavior and just told Asura to go play while he went over back to the forge to deal with all those ores he had recently obtained. Before leaving the creature on its own, however, Kirou made sure to give Asura, along with Shadow Arachne and Tank a bowl of stew made from female boar meat. While Tank and Shadow Arachne were looking at the bowls in confusion, Asura dug into its bowl very quickly and finished it just as fast. It then turned its head towards the

STATUS: GESTATION CYCLE 98% COMPLETE. METABOLIC BURN RATE: ZERO. CALORIC DEBT THRESHOLD: INFINITE. Malik gripped the edge of the desk, the dense wood groaning as his gravity field unconsciously spiked. "They solved the equation," Malik whispered, the terrifying reality setting in. "The Star-Code demands fuel. It demands a Caloric Debt. It is the only thing that keeps us from tearing the planet apart. But these human scientists... they bypassed the biological limit."

"One question at a time, sister in law." Kara, ever attentive, appeared with drinks and some food. As Skoll began his report, I sat at the table, my anxiety a tight knot in my stomach. He reassured me about the hand cream; he'd seen Curtis using it religiously. "The food situation is… tight at the border," he admitted, his voice serious. "Rations are often shared with the civilians, but don't you worry, Curtis hasn't gone hungry since Ryull and I got there. He's an asset, after all. We can't have our star warrior passing out from hunger," he added with a wry smile. He then launched into a detailed account of their expeditions, painting a vivid picture of Curtis's leadership and tactical bril

It was thudding a rhythm that felt dangerously like hope. Three hours of tracing complex lunar trajectories for Ryan left her eyes stinging. She reached for her water skin. Empty. Her stomach let out a hollow growl that echoed in the silence. She hadn't eaten since the previous night's disaster. Being the household's "Hollowed" meant eating after the wolves were full, and lately, there were never any scraps. She stood up, leaning heavily on the table as she made her way to the water font and the washrooms. When she returned ten minutes later, she froze.

This conversation is important and needs to be had. "You're hungry now," Luka remarks, his eyes never leaving my own, his intense stare causing my nipples to pebble. "You shouldn't let yourself go hungry ever," he murmurs, stepping forward to caress my face, "If you go hungry, you'll feed until your energy restores, as then you'll continue to feed until you have a surplus amount of energy stored." "Do you really think Katrina was capable of all that?" Samael asks his expression one of disbelief.

I said. Keres carried one of the little ones in his arms and I crouched down before him, holding the big bowl of the herbal medicine. I had to raise his head slightly to avoid spilling, unintentionally at breathing space with Keres. I stiffened at the intrusion of his scent throughout. We continued that way until all the pups were fed. I smiled faintly as I gently caressed the last one on the face. “How did you know about your health condition?” He asked out of nowhere and the empty bowl rolled off my hand. Why’s he interested in that all of a sudden?

Ayla sat silently in her room, curled her hands over her abdomen, but this was not a gesture of affection; it was defiance. She remembered the pups she had been separated from: innocent face, it's etched into her mind. The starvation threat from Liam: her chest feels like a knife sawing through there. The creak of the door snapped her back to reality. There stood Liam, holding up a tray of food. "You have to eat," he said, placing it on the table next to the bed. "I am not hungry," she stated tightly. "You will eat," he prompted. She did not blink. "And if I don't?"