Velmora stood still.
The tip of her trident touched the cracked ground— but it didn't move any further.
The transparent dome still quivered softly—
and inside it, Nathan was holding Validia,
who was asleep in a weird position,
like a baby dragon drained of energy.
Nathan had stood up too fast—Validia, still half-asleep, slid down his thigh like warm pudding, her cheek landing near the root of his dusty cock without protest.
Nathan glanced at her.
Ah… I stood up just like that, even though Validia was still lying on my lap.
he thought.
Validia slowly sat up.
She glanced at Nathan from behind.
Validia watched them through half-lidded eyes, her body still weak, her thoughts blurry.
But in that moment, with her cheek still remembering the warmth of his skin, she understood something.
Whatever this creature is…
Whatever world he comes from…
He held me like I mattered.
Not as a warrior. Not as a trophy.
But as someone worth holding.
