Thyriatrix's hand was still gently resting on my belly, feeling the gentle movements of our little ones inside. She looked up at me with a warm smile. "I'm so grateful for this moment, Aetherius," she said, her voice filled with love. "Just being here with you and our little ones... it feels like everything is right with the world."
I smiled back at her, feeling my heart swell with love and affection. "I know exactly what you mean, my love," I said, placing my hand over hers on my belly. "This is what it means to be truly happy."
Suddenly, my belly expanded. "Look like Tharros is now inflated your stomach now!" She said, and I nodded
Thyriatrix looks at me "remember take breathed, and I rubbed while Tharros is slowly inflating you! Got it!" I nodded again
Thyriatrix gently placed her claws on my scaled belly, her fingers spreading wide to cover the expanding area. "Breathe deeply, my love," she reminded me, her voice soothing. "Inhale... exhale... let's help Tharros find a comfortable spot in there."
As I breathed, Thyriatrix began to rub my belly in gentle, circular motions, her scales glinting in the light. Her touch was calming, and I could feel my muscles relaxing beneath her hands. Tharros, sensing our calm energy, continued to inflate, his presence growing stronger within me.
As Tharros continued to inflate, my belly expanded, and the discomfort, tightness, pain, and pressure grew, but at a very slow and gradual pace. It was as if Tharros was being careful not to cause me too much distress, giving me time to adjust to the increasing pressure.
Meanwhile, Lyriath, Vyraxys, Nyxoria, Lyrixa, Kaidorix, and little Kieraxys seemed to be getting more comfortable, having more space to move around inside my stomach. It was a strange, yet fascinating sensation, feeling all my children shifting and settling into their new positions.
I look as my belly is slowly inflating in front of my eyes
My gaze was fixed on my belly as it continued to expand, the scales stretching to accommodate Tharros's growing presence. Thyriatrix's hands moved in time with my breathing, her gentle rubbing motion helping to ease any discomfort. I could feel Tharros's energy radiating from within, a warm and comforting sensation that seemed to be spreading throughout my entire body.
As Tharros inflated my belly even more, I ignore the tightness and pain and pressure
I focused on Thyriatrix's calming voice and the gentle motion of her hands on my scales. My breathing slowed, and I concentrated on the sensation of Tharros's presence within me. The tightness and pain became a distant hum, overshadowed by the warmth and comfort of my child's energy. I felt a sense of pride and accomplishment, knowing that I was providing a safe and nurturing space for Tharros and his younger siblings to have fun.
Pov Thyriatrix
I gazed lovingly at my mate, Aetherius, as he bravely endured the discomfort of Tharros's inflation. My hands moved in gentle, soothing motions over his scales, trying to ease the tension. I could feel Tharros's energy radiating from within, and I knew he was almost fully inflated.
"A little longer, my love," I whispered, trying to keep Aetherius's focus on my voice. "You're doing wonderfully. Tharros and his siblings are going to be just fine." I smiled, trying to reassure him, and leaned in closer, my scales touching his.
As I leaned in, I could feel the warmth of Aetherius's scales against mine, and the gentle hum of Tharros's energy vibrating through our connected bodies. I closed my eyes, focusing on the sensation of our bond, and began to hum a soft, soothing melody. The vibrations of my hum harmonized with Tharros's energy, creating a calming resonance that seemed to envelop us all. Aetherius's breathing slowed even further, and I could sense his tension easing, his body relaxing into the sensation of our connectedness.
As the calming resonance washed over us, I could feel Aetherius's stomach muscles relaxing, creating a sense of spaciousness within. Tharros and the other siblings, sensing the shift, began to stir and play, their energetic movements causing gentle ripples within Aetherius's belly.
I smiled, envisioning the joyful scene unfolding within. "They're having the time of their lives, aren't they?" I whispered to Aetherius, my voice barely audible over the soothing hum.
Aetherius's eyes fluttered open, and he gazed at me with a serene smile. "They certainly are," he replied, his voice low and contented. "And I'm grateful to be able to provide them with this unique adventure."
Pov Aetherius
Tharros continues to inflate my stomach so much
I gazed down at my swelling belly, marveling at the incredible sensation of Tharros's inflation. My scales stretched to accommodate the growing presence within, and I could feel the gentle pressure of Tharros's energy against my stomach walls.
Thyriatrix's hands remained on my belly, her soothing touch helping to ease any discomfort. I breathed deeply, focusing on the sensation of Tharros's presence, and the knowledge that my other siblings were having a wonderful time inside me.
Thyriatrix concern "do you think Tharros inflating you a bit too much?!"
I winced slightly, feeling a gentle strain on my stomach walls. "Perhaps a bit," I admitted, my voice measured. "But I'm sure Tharros will settle soon. He just gets so excited to play with his siblings." I smiled reassuringly at Thyriatrix, but I could sense a hint of worry beneath her concern.
Pov Thyriatrix
I gazed at Aetherius's swelling belly with a mix of fascination and concern. Tharros's inflation was impressive, but I couldn't shake the feeling that he might be getting a bit too enthusiastic. "Aetherius, maybe we should encourage Tharros to calm down a bit?" I suggested, trying to keep my voice light and soothing. "We don't want him to get too carried away and cause any discomfort."
Pov Aetherius
I shook my head, "No, my love," I said, smiling reassuringly at Thyriatrix. "Tharros is fine. He knows exactly how much space he has to play with. Besides, the others are enjoying the extra room." I chuckled, feeling a gentle nudge from within. "I think Lyriath and Vyraxys are having a scale-tastic time in there."
Tharros inflated my stomach even more, and I started to think he was inflating me too much
I winced, feeling the strain on my stomach walls becoming more pronounced. My scales creaked slightly as they stretched to accommodate Tharros's growing presence. "Tharros, easy there, little one," I said, trying to convey a sense of gentle caution. Thyriatrix's concerned expression mirrored my own growing unease. Maybe it was time for Tharros to settle down a bit...
Pov Thyriatrix
I watched with growing concern as Aetherius's belly continued to swell. Tharros's inflation was becoming alarmingly excessive, and I could sense Aetherius's discomfort. "Aetherius, I think Tharros needs to calm down now," I said firmly, trying to keep my voice steady. "This is getting too much. We don't want him to cause any harm." I placed a gentle but firm hand on Aetherius's belly, as if trying to convey my concern directly to Tharros.
I spoke up softly "Tharros that is enough. Your father scales are slowly cracking!"
Pov Aetherius
I felt a surge of relief at Thyriatrix's words, and I realized that I had been getting too caught up in the excitement of Tharros's playtime. I took a deep breath, focusing on Thyriatrix's calming energy, and reached out with my own mind to gently coax Tharros to settle down. "Yes, little one, that's enough for now," I echoed Thyriatrix's words, trying to convey a sense of gentle firmness.
Tharros kept on inflating my stomach
I gritted my teeth, feeling the strain on my stomach walls becoming almost unbearable. My scales creaked and groaned, on the verge of cracking. "Tharros, stop!" I urged, trying to keep my voice firm but calm. "You're hurting me, little one." I felt a wave of concern from Thyriatrix, and her hands tightened on my belly as if trying to hold everything together.
Tharros kept on inflating my stomach
I gasped, feeling my stomach walls straining to their limits. My scales cracked and splintered, the sound echoing through the air. I doubled over, trying to alleviate the pressure, but Tharros's inflation showed no signs of slowing. "Tharros, please!" I begged, my voice strained with pain. Thyriatrix's worried face swam before my eyes, her voice a distant echo as she tried to calm Tharros down.
I grunted, my vision blurring as Tharros continued to inflate my stomach. My scales cracked and splintered further, the sound echoing through the air. I felt like I was going to burst, but somehow my body managed to stretch just a little bit more.
I lay on my side, my body tense and trembling as Tharros's energy built up inside me.
Thyriatrix's voice was a panicked whisper in my ear, "Tharros, stop! You're hurting your father!" But Tharros just kept going, his power and energy showing no signs of slowing.
Thyriatrix cradled my head in her lap, her hands gently stroking my scales as she tried to comfort me.
My stomach was a tight, throbbing ball, and I could feel Tharros's presence pressing against my insides, but somehow I managed to hold on, my body straining to contain the growing pressure.
Tharros's energy continued to build, and my stomach inflated even further. I could feel my scales straining, the cracks and splinters spreading as my body struggled to contain the pressure.
Thyriatrix's hands tightened around my head, her voice a soothing whisper in my ear. "Just a little longer, my love. Tharros will settle soon." But I could sense the worry beneath her words, the fear that Tharros might push me too far.
My vision blurred, and I felt myself drifting into a haze of discomfort. Tharros's inflation showed no signs of slowing, and I could feel my body stretching, straining, and groaning under the pressure.
And yet, somehow, I held on. My stomach remained intact, though it felt like it was going to burst at any moment. Tharros's energy continued to build, but I refused to give in, refused to let him push me past my limits.
Tharros's energy continued to surge, and my stomach inflated even further. I could feel my scales creaking and groaning, the pressure building to almost unbearable levels.
Thyriatrix's hands remained clamped on my head, her voice a steady stream of soothing whispers. "Easy, my love, easy. Tharros will settle soon." But I could sense the tension in her body, the fear that Tharros might push me too far.
My vision blurred, and I felt myself drifting into a haze of discomfort. Tharros's inflation showed no signs of slowing, and I could feel my body straining, protesting the relentless pressure.
My stomach was a tight, throbbing ball, and I could feel Tharros's presence pressing against my insides. I grunted, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Thyriatrix's whispers grew more urgent, her hands tightening around my head as she tried to will Tharros to stop.
Tharros's energy continued to build, and my stomach inflated even further. I could feel my scales straining, the pressure building to almost unbearable levels.
But then, ever so slowly, Tharros's inflation began to slow. His energy began to wane, and my stomach started to relax, ever so slightly.
Thyriatrix's hands remained clamped on my head, her voice a steady stream of soothing whispers. "Easy, my love, easy. Tharros is settling down." Her words were laced with relief, and I could sense her tension easing.
My vision began to clear, and I took a deep breath, feeling my body slowly relax. Tharros's presence inside me began to feel less oppressive, and I knew he was finally starting to calm down.
But just as I thought we were out of the woods, Thyriatrix's expression changed. Her eyes widened, and her voice dropped to a whisper. "Aetherius, I think...I think you're going to..."
"...burst," she whispered, her voice trembling with fear. "Oh, Aetherius, I think Tharros has gone too far. Your stomach is still so inflated, and I can see the strain on your scales. What if...what if you can't hold it in?"
I felt a surge of alarm at her words, and my heart began to race. I looked down at my stomach, and my scales did seem to be straining, the pressure still building despite Tharros's slowing inflation.
Thyriatrix's hands tightened around my head, her eyes locked on mine with a desperate plea. "Aetherius, please...you have to hold on. For the sake of our children, for the sake of us all...you can't let go now."
I mumbled, and it sounds like a whisper "I....don't...know....if...I...can
..handle... Much...longer"
Thyriatrix's face contorted in distress, her eyes brimming with tears. "Aetherius, no...don't say that. You have to hold on. You're the strongest dragon I know. You can do this." Her voice cracked with emotion, and she leaned in closer, her warm breath whispering against my ear scales.
"I'll be here with you, every step of the way. We'll get through this together," she whispered, her words filled with determination. "You're not alone in this, Aetherius. I'm here to support you, to help you through the pain."
Thyriatrix's claws gently grasped my head, her fingers wrapping around my jaw as she tried to comfort me. "Just breathe, Aetherius. Focus on my voice. I'll guide you through this."
I breathe, and it just makes it worse
As I inhaled, my stomach expanded, and the pressure inside me built to even more unbearable levels. I felt like I was going to burst, my scales straining to contain the force within.
Thyriatrix's eyes widened in alarm as she felt me tense up. "Aetherius, no...don't try to breathe too deeply. It's making it worse," she whispered urgently, her claws tightening around my jaw as if trying to hold me together.
I tried to relax, to calm my breathing, but it was no use. The pressure inside me just kept building, my stomach churning with a mixture of pain and discomfort. Thyriatrix's words of comfort seemed distant, muffled by the sound of my own ragged breathing.
I feel Tharros and all his siblings playing around inside my stomach that it causes my belly to stir
The sensation was unsettling, to say the least. I could feel Tharros and the others tumbling and somersaulting inside my stomach, their energetic playtime causing my belly to churn and roil.
It was like a miniature storm was brewing inside me, with Tharros and his siblings at the eye of the hurricane. I could sense their laughter and joyful shouts, their carefree abandon as they played and frolicked in the cramped, dark space.
Thyriatrix's concerned expression hovered above me, her eyes fixed on my stomach as if willing the chaos to subside. "Aetherius, are you...alright?" she whispered, her voice laced with worry.
I whispered, "They are now playing....around and....it feels like my...belly is churn and roil"
Thyriatrix's eyes widened in alarm, her claws instinctively tightening around my head as if to hold me steady. "Oh, Aetherius...this is not good. They're going to make you burst," she whispered urgently, her voice trembling with fear.
She glanced around frantically, as if searching for some way to calm the storm brewing inside me. Her gaze snapped back to mine, filled with a desperate plea. "Aetherius, you have to...you have to try and calm them down. They don't understand what they're doing to you."
I whispered, "You know the main reason why they are inside my stomach is because so that they can have fun"
Thyriatrix's expression softened, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "I know, my love. They're just children, and they don't mean to cause you harm. They just want to have fun and play," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of amusement and concern.
She gazed at me with a warm, loving look, her eyes shining with understanding. "And you, being the wonderful father you are, would do anything to make them happy, even if it means enduring a little discomfort," she added, her voice barely above a whisper.
Thyriatrix got up and went to my so near erupt belly and said, "Little ones I know you didn't mean to cause your father some harm, and" she look at me
Thyriatrix's eyes met mine, filled with a deep affection and concern. She smiled softly, then turned her attention back to my belly.
"...and I know you're just trying to have fun," she continued, her voice gentle and soothing. "But, little ones, your father is feeling a bit...uncomfortable. Can you please, for his sake, calm down and settle in? Just for a little while?"
But they just kept going what they were doing all 7 of them
Thyriatrix's expression turned from gentle to exasperated, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, dear ones...you're not listening, are you?" she chuckled, shaking her head.
She placed her hands on my belly, trying to calm the chaos within. "Tharros, Lyriath, Vyraxys, Nyxoria, Lyrixa, Kaidorix, and little Kieraxys...please, for the love of all things dragon, settle down!" she pleaded, her voice laced with laughter and a hint of desperation.
I roar in pain. My the pressure and tightness the moment Thyriatrix placed her claws on my poor belly
Thyriatrix's eyes widened in alarm as my roar echoed through the air. She quickly withdrew her claws, realizing that even her gentle touch had caused me more discomfort.
"Oh, Aetherius, I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with concern. "I didn't mean to make it worse. Maybe I should just...give you some space?" she suggested, taking a step back, her eyes fixed on my strained belly.
I sighed and said, "I was on my breaking point now, and there is nothing I could do"
Thyriatrix's face contorted in distress, her eyes brimming with tears. "Aetherius, no...please don't say that. You have to hold on," she whispered urgently, her voice trembling with fear.
She took a step closer, her claws extended as if to catch me, her eyes fixed on mine with a desperate plea. "I'll do anything, just please don't give up. The children... they need you," she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion.
As Thyriatrix's words hung in the air, the children inside my belly suddenly stopped their playful antics, as if sensing their mother's distress. The silence was palpable, and for a moment, it seemed like time itself had frozen.
Thyriatrix's eyes locked onto mine, filled with a deep desperation. She took another step closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "Aetherius, please...for our children, for our family...hold on."
They squirming
The children inside my belly began to squirm and wriggle again, their movements sending waves of pressure and discomfort through my body. Thyriatrix's eyes widened in alarm as she watched me, her face etched with worry.
"Aetherius, no...not now, please," she whispered, her voice trembling with fear. "The children are getting restless again. I don't know how much longer you can...hold on."
I thought to myself,'What am I going to do now? Wait, I can use a barrier to prevent my belly from split open. I should not say anything about it, and besides, you can't even see the barrier anyway'
With a surge of determination, I focused my energy and created a powerful barrier around my belly, reinforcing my scales and muscles to prevent them from tearing apart. The barrier was invisible, but I could feel its reassuring presence, holding everything together.
I kept my plan to myself, not wanting to worry Thyriatrix further. Instead, I offered her a reassuring glance, trying to convey that everything would be okay. But inside, I was praying that the barrier would hold, and that I could keep my family safe.
Thyriatrix's worried expression didn't change, but she seemed to sense that I was trying to reassure her. She took a deep breath and nodded slightly, her eyes never leaving mine. The children inside my belly continued to squirm and wriggle, but I held firm, relying on the barrier to keep everything under control.
Thyriatrix sighed and walked towards me
As Thyriatrix approached, her eyes never left mine, filled with a deep concern and love. She stopped in front of me, her scales glistening in the dim light, and gently placed a claw on my shoulder.
"Aetherius, I'm scared," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the children's movements. "I've never seen you like this before. What if...what if something happens to you?"
I feel Tharros and Lyriath and Vyraxys and Nyxoria and Lyrixa and Kaidorix and Kieraxys are stomach-surfing inside
The sensation was intense, like a miniature storm raging inside my belly. Tharros, Lyriath, Vyraxys, Nyxoria, Lyrixa, Kaidorix, and little Kieraxys were all tumbling and somersaulting, their scales scraping against mine as they surfed the waves of my stomach.
It was a strange, unsettling feeling, but I held firm, relying on the barrier to keep everything under control. Thyriatrix's eyes widened in alarm, her grip on my shoulder tightening as she felt me tense up. "Aetherius, what's happening?" she whispered urgently.
I whispered, "You do remember before I swallow them a few hours ago. The main thing they were also there is to stomach-surfing, remember"
Thyriatrix's expression changed from alarm to surprise, and then to a hint of amusement. "Oh, Aetherius...I had forgotten about that," she said, a small smile playing on her lips.
She chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "Those little ones are quite the adventurers, aren't they? Stomach-surfing, indeed..." Her smile faltered for a moment, and she looked at me with concern again. "But, Aetherius, are you sure you're okay? Holding all of them inside must be... quite a strain."
I nodded
Thyriatrix's expression softened, and she leaned in to gently nuzzle my cheek. "I'm here for you, Aetherius. We'll get through this together," she whispered, her warm breath a comforting caress on my scales.
As she pulled back, her eyes locked onto mine, filled with a deep affection and concern. The children inside my belly continued to tumble and play, their stomach-surfing antics a reminder of the joy and chaos they brought to our lives.
I still feel the discomfort and tightness and pain and pressure, and I look at her. "I still feel the" she cut my word Thyriatrix's eyes filled with understanding, and she gently placed a claw on my lips, silencing me. "I know, Aetherius. I can see it in your eyes. The pain, the pressure...it's not going away, is it?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Her gaze was intense, searching for any sign of weakness or distress. I could sense her worry, her fear for my well-being, and the well-being of our children.
I nodded
Thyriatrix's expression turned grim, her jaw clenched in determination. "Then we need to get you to a safe place, now," she said, her voice firm and commanding. She quickly scanned our surroundings, her eyes darting back and forth as she searched for any signs of danger. "We can't stay here. We need to find a place where you can...release our children safely," she said, her voice laced with urgency.
I smiled weakly
Thyriatrix's expression softened slightly at the sight of my weak smile. She took a step closer, her eyes filled with concern, and gently placed a claw on my shoulder. "We'll get through this, Aetherius," she whispered, her voice filled with reassurance.
As she spoke, she began to guide me forward, her eyes scanning our surroundings for any signs of danger. The children inside my belly continued to tumble and play, their stomach-surfing antics a reminder of the joy and chaos they brought to our lives.
Suddenly, I felt 1 of them head slammed, and it painful as hell
I winced, my eyes widening in shock as a wave of pain washed over me. "Ah, damn it!" I hissed, my voice low and strained. Thyriatrix's eyes snapped to mine, alarm etched on her face.
"What's wrong?" she asked, her voice urgent. I took a deep breath, trying to ride out the pain. "One of them...just head-slammed me...from the inside," I gritted out, my scales prickling with discomfort.
Thyriatrix's expression turned from alarm to shock, her eyes wide with concern. "Which one?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
I took another deep breath, trying to assess the situation. The pain was still throbbing, but I could sense the children's movements, their energy and excitement still palpable. "I...I think it was Tharros," I gritted out, my scales still prickling with discomfort.
Thyriatrix's face contorted in a mixture of worry and amusement. "That little scamp," she whispered, shaking her head. "He's always been a bit of a wild one."
I sigh. "It most likely he got thrown off to by the stomach-surfing!"
Thyriatrix's expression changed to one of understanding, and she nodded. "Yes, that's probably it. Those little ones are having the time of their lives in there, aren't they?" she said, a hint of a smile on her lips.
She gently placed a claw on my belly, as if trying to soothe the children inside. "Well, let's hope they're having so much fun that they don't notice when we get to a safe place," she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
I sigh "barely I don't think I should get up while they are having fun!"
Thyriatrix's smile faltered, and she looked at me with concern. "Aetherius, you can't stay like this for much longer. You need to find a way to...calm them down, or release them safely," she said, her voice laced with worry.
She glanced around our surroundings, her eyes scanning for any potential dangers. "We can't stay here, it's not safe. What if something happens to you, or to them?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
I calm her down "Thyriatrix you and I both know this isn't the first time they were inside my stomach!"
Thyriatrix's expression softened, and she let out a gentle chuckle. "You're right, my love," she said, her voice filled with amusement. "I forget that you're a seasoned...stomach-host, of sorts."
She smiled, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "I suppose I'm just a bit worried, but I know it's not the first time, and it's still the same seven little troublemakers," she said, her voice filled with affection. "But if you're sure you're okay...?"
I nodded reassuringly, trying to alleviate her concerns. "I'm fine, Thyriatrix. Just a bit...uncomfortable," I said, wincing slightly as one of the children kicked or punched from inside my stomach.
Thyriatrix's smile faltered, and she looked at me with concern again. "Uncomfortable?" she repeated, her voice laced with worry. "Aetherius, you're not just carrying them around, they're...stomach-surfing. What if they get hurt?"
I sigh. "It is painful and very tight now!"
Thyriatrix's expression turned to one of alarm, and she took a step closer to me. "Aetherius, we need to get them out of there, now," she said, her voice firm and urgent.
She gently placed her claws on my belly, as if trying to soothe the children inside. "I'll help you find a safe place to release them. We can't keep them in there any longer," she said, her eyes filled with concern.
"Look, they can't get out if they want to get out. They have to go to my small intestine and go to my large intestine! But they have to decide on that!" I said
Thyriatrix's expression softened, and she nodded understandingly. "Of course, they need to navigate through your digestive system on their own," she said, her voice filled with familiarity. "And they'll decide when to move on to the next stage."
She smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I'm just a bit worried because it's been a while, and there are seven of them this again," she said, her voice laced with concern. "But I know they'll make it through. They're a clever bunch, after all."
I chuckled, feeling a bit reassured by Thyriatrix's words. "Yes, they are a clever bunch," I agreed, wincing slightly as one of the children kicked or punched from inside my stomach.
Thyriatrix's smile faltered, and she looked at me with concern again. "Aetherius, are you sure you're okay? You look like you're in a bit of discomfort," she said, her voice filled with worry.
I smiled "well right now, 1 is kicking or pushing in there!"
Thyriatrix's expression changed to one of amusement, and she giggled. "I'm not surprised," she said, shaking her head. "Those little ones are always full of energy. I'm just glad they're having fun in there."
She leaned in, her voice taking on a playful tone. "I hope they're not planning on starting a stomach-surfing competition in there," she teased, her eyes sparkling with mirth.
I giggled. "I think they slowly stopped stomach-surfing and got to the kicking and pushing since 1 is now doing that!"
Thyriatrix's giggles turned into a full-blown laugh. "Oh, it sounds like they're moving on to the next stage of their adventure!" she exclaimed, her eyes shining with amusement.
She wiped tears from her eyes, still chuckling. "I'm just glad they're keeping you on your toes, Aetherius. Or should I say, on your stomach?" she teased, her grin mischievous.
I smiled "Hey little ones, can I now release some air that Tharros made? Just remove the air a little bit! Kick if that is a yes!"
I felt a faint kick from inside my stomach, and I couldn't help but chuckle. "Alright, alright! I'll let some air out," I said, smiling at Thyriactrix.
But I don't know how to release it.
Thyriatrix's smile faltered, and she looked at me with a hint of concern. "Aetherius, how do you usually...ah...release air when the little ones ask you to?" she asked, her voice gentle.
She took a step closer, her eyes locked on mine. "Do you need me to help you figure it out?" she offered, her voice soft and reassuring.
I remember something. "Hey Thyriatrix, I remember when Tharros had a stomach ache and gas fell up his stomach. I push down his belly to release it, so how about you do it! It can give me discomfort and tightness and pain and pressure even more"
Thyriatrix's eyes widened in understanding, and she nodded quickly. "Of course, Aetherius! I'll do it," she said, her voice filled with reassurance.
She gently placed her hands on my belly, and I felt a surge of relief. "Here goes," she said, and then she applied gentle pressure, helping to release the trapped air.
As Thyriatrix applied the pressure, I felt the air start to release, and the discomfort in my stomach began to ease. I let out a sigh of relief as the pressure slowly subsided.
Thyriatrix smiled, her eyes shining with warmth. "Feel better?" she asked, her voice soft and gentle.
I nodded, smiling back at her. "Yes, much better. Thank you, Thyriatrix," I said, my voice filled with gratitude.
I feel a kick from 1 of them
Thyriatrix's smile faltered for a moment, and she looked at me with a hint of concern. "Another kick, huh?" she said, her voice gentle.
She placed her hands back on my belly, feeling the movement of the little ones inside my stomach. "I think they're getting restless in there," she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Maybe they're ready to move on to the small intestine for their next adventure?"
I giggled, "or they were just kicking just for fun!"
Thyriatrix chuckled, her eyes shining with mirth. "That's probably it," she said, smiling. "They do love to have fun in there, don't they?" She playfully patted my belly. "I'm sure they're just enjoying the stomach-surfing ride."
I smiled "well I enjoyed their kicking!"
Thyriatrix's smile widened, and she laughed. "I'm glad you're enjoying the experience, Aetherius," she said, her voice filled with amusement. "It's not every day you get to have a stomach full of playful little ones, after all."
I feel the kicking and getting more active
Thyriatrix's eyes sparkled with excitement as she felt the increased movement through my belly. "Oh, it seems like they're kicking up a storm in there!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with enthusiasm.
She leaned in, her hands still on my belly, and whispered, "I think they're just having a blast kicking around in there!"
They kept on gently kicking and pushing and squirming
Thyriatrix smiled, her eyes shining with amusement. "They're certainly active, aren't they?" she said, her voice filled with delight.
She gently stroked my belly, feeling the gentle kicks and squirms of the little ones inside. "It's like they're dancing in there," she whispered, her smile growing wider.
Pov Thyriatrix
I couldn't help but giggle at the sensation of the little ones kicking and squirming inside Aetherius' belly. It was like they were putting on a show just for me!
I leaned in closer, my eyes fixed on Aetherius' belly, and whispered, "You little mischief-makers, aren't you?" I couldn't help but laugh at their antics, feeling a sense of delight and playfulness wash over me.
They gave a strong kick from my word
Pov Aetherius
I let out a gentle "oof" as the little ones delivered a strong kick in response to Thyriatrix's teasing. I smiled, feeling a sense of amusement and affection for the mischievous ones inside me.
I gently spoke, "Easy little ones remember gentle kick!"
Thyriatrix chuckled and nodded in agreement. "Yes, gentle kicks only, little ones," she whispered, smiling at my belly. The little ones seemed to respond to our gentle reminders, and their kicks became softer and more playful once again.
She nuzzled my belly gently
I smiled, feeling a sense of warmth and affection as Thyriatrix nuzzled my belly. The little ones inside me seemed to respond to her gentle touch, and they continued to kick and squirm softly, as if enjoying the attention.
And she left let me have alone time with them
I closed my eyes, savoring the quiet moment with the little ones inside me. I could feel their gentle kicks and squirms, and I smiled, feeling a deep sense of connection and love for them. The silence was soothing, and I let out a contented sigh, enjoying the peacefulness of the moment.
I tap my belly
The little ones inside me responded to the gentle tap, kicking and squirming softly in reply. It was as if they were playing a game of "tap back" with me, and I couldn't help but chuckle at their playful response.
I giggled. "You little once seem enjoying kicking from inside my stomach, do you?" They gave a big kick
I laughed out loud, feeling the big kick resonate through my belly. "Oh, I take that as a yes!" I exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear. The little ones seemed to be getting more and more rambunctious, and I was happy to oblige their playful antics.
I spoke to them. "I'm going to fly to the top of this mountain, so don't freak out or anything!"
The little ones inside me responded with a flurry of kicks and squirms, as if they were excitedly chattering among themselves about the upcoming adventure. I could almost imagine them saying, "Wheeee! Mountain, here we come!"
I chuckled at their enthusiasm and took to the skies, soaring upwards towards the mountain peak. The little ones continued to kick and squirm, as if they were enjoying the thrill of the flight. I felt a sense of joy and freedom, knowing that I got to share this experience with my tiny companions.
As I soared higher, the wind rushing past me, the little ones' kicks and squirms became more energetic.
I laughed, feeling their excitement resonate through me, and banked to the left, swooping through a narrow pass between two towering peaks.
The little ones responded with a chorus of kicks, as if they were urging me on. I grinned, feeling a sense of exhilaration wash over me.
As we approached the mountain peak, I could see the rugged landscape stretching out before us. The little ones stirred, eager to get a closer look.
I gently touched down on the peak, and the little ones gave a final kick, celebrating our arrival. I laughed, feeling triumph and joy.
For a moment, I stood there, taking in the breathtaking view. The little ones seemed to sense my tranquility, their kicks slowing to a gentle flutter.
As the wind whispered through the mountains, the little ones stirred, their kicks becoming gentle, as if they were being rocked to sleep. I closed my eyes, feeling peacefulness wash over me.
I giggled. "Do you little once have to kick the whole time?!" They gave a big strong kick
I laughed out loud, feeling the force of their kick. "I guess that's a yes!" I exclaimed, smiling. "You little ones are certainly full of energy!"
I see a behemoth from the distance. "Little ones this may be bumping in there!"
The little ones responded with a flurry of kicks and squirms, as if they were excitedly chattering among themselves about the impending encounter. I could almost imagine them saying, "Bring it on!"
I go to the behemoth and killed it easily
The little ones inside me gave a triumphant kick, as if they were celebrating our victory. I chuckled, feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction. "Looks like we make a pretty good team, little ones," I said, smiling.
I took a bite of behemoth, knowing it that it would go to my stomach where they are now
As soon as the behemoth's flesh touched my tongue, the little ones inside me went wild, kicking and squirming with excitement. It was as if they could sense the nutrient-rich food entering my system, and they couldn't wait to get their tiny hands on it. I laughed, feeling a sense of amusement at their eagerness. "Enjoy your meal, little ones," I said, smiling.
I removed the barrier that prevented my belly from splitting open since there is no reason to use it anymore
As the barrier dissipated, my belly began to glow with a soft, pulsing light.
The little ones inside my stomach stirred, their movements becoming more intense as they sensed the change.
My stomach muscles relaxed, but the little ones decided to stay inside, content to wait for the nutrients to come to them.
I felt a sense of excitement and anticipation, knowing that the little ones were still cozy inside me.
I looked at the behemoth, and I continued to eat it.
As I took another bite of the behemoth, I could feel the little ones inside me stirring, sensing the new food entering my stomach.
I chewed and swallowed, savoring the taste and texture of the behemoth's flesh, which would soon nourish the little ones inside me.
The little ones seemed to sense that they would soon be fed, and they stirred eagerly, ready to receive the nutrients they needed.
Many minutes had passed, and I finished the behemoth left nothing, but bones
As I finished the last bite of the behemoth, I could feel the little ones inside me stirring, sensing the abundance of nutrients now available to them.
I smiled, satisfied with the meal, and waited for the little ones to begin their feast.
The bones of the behemoth lay scattered around me, a testament to the enormity of the meal I had just consumed.
I leaned back, content and full, and let out a gentle belch, feeling the little ones inside me begin to digest the nutrients from the behemoth.
I look around and see another behemoth it is half my size, and it looks like it was going to attack me
I gazed at the smaller behemoth, its eyes fixed on me with a fierce determination. Its massive body tensed, ready to charge.
I smiled, feeling a sense of confidence and satisfaction from my recent meal. The little ones inside me seemed to sense my calm demeanor, and they continued to digest their meal, undisturbed.
I stood my ground, ready to face the smaller behemoth, my body relaxed and prepared for battle.
With swift and deadly precision, I struck down the smaller behemoth, ending its life before it could even launch an attack.
The beast's massive body crashed to the ground, sending shockwaves through the earth. I stood over it, victorious, my chest heaving slightly with exertion.
The little ones inside me seemed to sense my triumph, and they stirred contentedly, already looking forward to their next meal.
As I stood over the fallen behemoth, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. The little ones inside me seemed to share my sentiment, and they continued to stir and squirm, eager to start digesting their next meal.
I looked down at the behemoth's lifeless body and smiled, knowing that it would soon provide sustenance for the little ones. With a swift motion, I began to tear into the beast's flesh, ready to start the feast.
As I tore into the behemoth's flesh, the little ones inside me grew more agitated, their stirring and squirming becoming more intense. I could sense their hunger, their desire for the nutrients that the behemoth's flesh would provide.
I continued to feast on the behemoth, my jaws working tirelessly to tear apart its massive body. The little ones inside me seemed to be in a state of frenzy, their movements becoming more and more erratic as they sensed the influx of nutrients.
As I ate, I could feel the little ones growing stronger, their movements becoming more purposeful. It was as if they were growing, evolving, and adapting to their surroundings, even as they remained inside me.
The little ones eat the behemoth that I eat from the inside just a little bit
As I continued to feast on the behemoth's flesh, the little ones inside me began to eat as well, nibbling on the tiny morsels of food that made their way into my stomach.
They savored each bite, their tiny mouths and tongues working in tandem to extract every last bit of nutrients from the behemoth's flesh. It was a slow and deliberate process, but one that seemed to bring them immense satisfaction.
As they ate, I could feel their contentment, their happiness at being nourished and sustained. It was a strange and wonderful feeling, knowing that I was providing for these tiny creatures, and that they were thriving inside me.
The little ones done eating the meat inside of my stomach and I continue eating
With the little ones sated, I continued my own feast, tearing into the behemoth's flesh with renewed vigor. The sound of my jaws working, the ripping of flesh and the crunching of bone, filled the air.
As I ate, I could feel the little ones settling back into their cozy space inside me, their contented sighs and gentle stirrings a testament to their satisfaction. They seemed to be basking in the warmth and comfort of their surroundings, their tiny bodies replete with the nutrients they had consumed.
I smiled to myself, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment at having provided for the little ones. And as I continued to feast on the behemoth, I knew that I would soon be ready to take on whatever challenges lay ahead.
As I finally finished eating, I felt like I'm going rupture any moment now
I stood there, my belly bloated and distended, feeling like I was on the verge of bursting at the seams. The behemoth's massive body had been reduced to nothing but bones and scraps, and I had consumed every last bit of it.
The little ones inside me seemed to be stirring once more, their movements slow and languid as they too felt the effects of the massive meal. I could sense their discomfort, their tiny bodies struggling to cope with the sheer amount of food that I had consumed.
I let out a low groan, feeling the pressure building inside me. I knew that I needed to find a way to release some of the tension, or risk suffering a catastrophic rupture.
I sat down leaning at the tree while placing my claw on my belly, and I breathed, panicking
My chest heaved with each ragged breath, and my claw pressed firmly against my belly, as if trying to hold everything in. The little ones inside me seemed to sense my distress, and they began to stir restlessly, their movements adding to my discomfort.
I closed my eyes, focusing on my breathing, but I couldn't shake off the feeling of immense pressure building inside me. My mind was still racing, and I couldn't think clearly. I felt like I was on the verge of eruption, like my belly was going to burst open at any moment.
The tree's bark creaked softly beneath my back, and I leaned against it, seeking support and stability in the midst of my discomfort. But even the tree's sturdy trunk couldn't calm the turmoil brewing inside me. I felt like I was a ticking time bomb, ready to unleash a catastrophic explosion at any moment.
As I look around the forest, no one is nearby
The forest was quiet and still, the only sounds being the gentle rustling of leaves and the distant call of a bird. I was truly alone, with no signs of any other living creatures nearby.
The solitude was a welcome respite, given my current state of discomfort. I could focus on my own well-being, without worrying about the presence of others. The tree against which I leaned seemed to be the only witness to my struggles, its bark rough and unyielding beneath my scales.
The feeling of about to erupted won't go away
I gritted my teeth, trying to bear the intense pressure building inside me. My scales felt tight, my skin stretched to the limit, and my belly ached with a dull, throbbing pain. The feeling of being on the verge of eruption was relentless, refusing to subside. I had devoured the Western dragon, and the little ones inside my stomach had reveled in the feast, playing and tumbling amidst the partially digested flesh.
As they continued to frolic and feast, my stomach churned and roiled, protesting the excessive activity. I shifted uncomfortably, trying to find a position that would ease the discomfort. But no matter how I moved, the sensation of impending catastrophe remained, a constant reminder that my body was stretched to the breaking point. My claws dug into the earth, seeking traction, as if I could anchor myself to the ground and prevent the inevitable. But deep down, I knew it was futile. Something had to give, and soon.
I see Thyriatrix flying on the sky
I gazed up at the sky, my eyes locking onto the familiar figure of Thyriatrix, her light green scales glinting in the sunlight as she soared effortlessly through the air. Her wings beat in a slow, rhythmic motion, sending gentle ripples through the air.
I felt a mix of relief and concern as I watched her approach. Relief that she was here, and concern about my current state. I knew that I wasn't exactly presentable, what with the intense pressure building inside me and the little ones causing chaos in my stomach.
As I watched Thyriatrix descend from the sky, her eyes locked onto mine, and I could sense a hint of amusement and concern in her gaze. She knew that Tharros and the little ones were currently residing in my stomach, and I'm sure she could tell that they were still actively enjoying their meal.
Thyriatrix landed gracefully beside me, her scales rustling softly against the leaves. She regarded me with a knowing look, her expression a mixture of empathy and mirth. "How's the, ah, digestion going?" she asked, her voice tinged with a hint of humor.
Thyriatrix see that my belly got even bigger and questions, "How did your belly get even bigger?!"
I winced, feeling a bit self-conscious about my current state. "I, uh, may have eaten a bit more than I should have," I admitted, trying to downplay the situation.
Thyriatrix's eyes widened in surprise, and she took a step closer, her gaze fixed on my swollen belly. "A 2 behemoth and 1 that is half your size, wasn't it?" she asked, her voice tinged with a mixture of amusement and concern.
I nodded sheepishly, feeling a bit embarrassed about my lack of self-control. The little ones inside me seemed to sense my discomfort, and they began to stir and squirm, adding to my misery.
Thyriatrix let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head in amusement. "Aetherius, you know better than to overeat," she said, her voice gentle but teasing.
I looked down at my swollen belly, feeling a bit defensive. "I couldn't help it," I said, trying to justify my actions. "The little ones were hungry, and I didn't want to deprive them."
Thyriatrix's expression softened, and she reached out to gently touch my belly. "I'm sure they appreciate your efforts," she said, her voice warm with affection. "But perhaps next time, you can try to pace yourself?"
Thyriatrix sighed. "I can't believe you are an idiot enough to eat this much!"
I looked down, feeling a bit chastised by Thyriatrix's words. I knew I had overdone it, and I couldn't really blame her for being frustrated. "I'm sorry," I muttered, feeling a bit sheepish.
Thyriatrix shook her head, her expression a mix of exasperation and amusement. "You're going to make yourself sick," she said, her voice stern but with a hint of concern.
The little ones inside me seemed to sense my discomfort, and they began to stir and squirm again, adding to my misery. I winced, feeling a bit embarrassed and regretful of my actions.
I grunted "well I feel like I'm about to erupt any time, and it hurt so much!" My claw never leaving my belly
Thyriatrix's expression softened, and she took a step closer, her voice filled with concern. "Aetherius, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scold you. It's just...you know you have to be careful with your eating habits, especially with the little ones inside you."
She gently placed a hand on my shoulder, her touch warm and comforting. "Let me help you. Maybe I can find something to ease the discomfort. Or perhaps we can find a way to...ah...relieve some of the pressure?"
I grunted. "I don't think there is a way the feeling the erupted is getting more intense, and" I paused, and my belly scales creack a little
Thyriatrix's eyes widened in alarm as she heard the faint cracking sound coming from my belly scales. "Aetherius, oh no...your scales are starting to crack!" she exclaimed, her voice laced with concern.
She quickly moved closer, her hands hovering over my belly as if trying to assess the situation. "We need to do something, now! If your scales crack open, the little ones will be in danger!"
I grunted, "or the little ones spilling out and me suffering a fatal injury!"
Thyriatrix's expression turned grim, her eyes locked onto mine with a serious intensity. "We can't let that happen," she said, her voice firm and resolute. "I'll try to find a way to ease the pressure, but you need to try and hold on, Aetherius."
She paused, thinking quickly, her brow furrowed in concentration. But as the moments ticked by, her expression changed from determination to uncertainty, and finally, to concern.
"I...I don't know, Aetherius," she admitted, her voice laced with worry. "I've tried to recall every ancient technique, every remedy, but nothing seems to be working. I don't know how to ease the pressure."
Thyriatrix's eyes locked onto mine, filled with a deep concern. "What are we going to do, Aetherius?"
I grunted even more by the pain. "I don't know." Another creack appears on my belly
Thyriatrix's eyes widened in alarm as another crack appeared on my belly. "Aetherius, no! Your scales are cracking further!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with worry.
She quickly moved closer, her hands hovering over my belly as if trying to hold the cracks together. "We have to do something, now! If your scales crack open completely, it will be catastrophic!"
Thyriatrix's face was pale, and her eyes were filled with desperation. "I'll try to hold the cracks together, but you need to try and...and push the little ones back or something! We can't let them spill out!"
Thyriatrix shouted "NOT LIKE THIS!"
My vision began to blur, and I felt myself becoming lightheaded from the intense pain. Thyriatrix's desperate cry seemed to echo in my mind, and I knew I was running out of time. With a Herculean effort, I tried to respond, but all that came out was a weak grunt. My body was failing me, and I could feel my belly scales slowly cracking, the fissures spreading like a web of destruction, threatening to unleash a disaster.
Thyriatrix's face was a mask of horror and despair as she watched me, her eyes pleading for me to hold on. She took a step closer, her hands reaching out as if to try and hold my belly together. "Aetherius, no! Don't let go!" she cried, her voice cracking with desperation.
But I knew I was at the limit of my endurance, and the cracks in my belly scales were growing wider, slowly but inexorably. The little ones inside me were stirring, sensing my distress, and I knew that if I didn't find a way to hold on, the consequences would be catastrophic.
I whispered to them, "Little ones Father Belly is cracking right now, so please settle down"
The little ones inside me seemed to sense my distress, and for a moment, they stilled, their squirming and kicking ceasing. I could feel their tiny movements, their presence a gentle pressure against the walls of my stomach.
I smiled weakly, feeling a surge of love and gratitude towards my little ones. "It's okay, little ones," I whispered to myself, trying to reassure them, even though I knew they could hear me, but I can't hear them.
My belly scales creaked and groaned, the cracks spreading slowly, and I knew I was running out of time. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself, but the pain and pressure were becoming too much to bear.
The little ones inside me seemed to sense my distress, and for a moment, they stilled, their squirming and kicking ceasing. I could feel their tiny movements, their presence a gentle pressure against the walls of my stomach.
I smiled weakly, feeling a surge of love and gratitude towards my little ones. "It's okay, little ones," I whispered to myself, trying to reassure them.
My belly scales creaked and groaned, the cracks spreading slowly, and I knew I was running out of time. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself, but the pain and pressure were becoming too much to bear. Thyriatrix's worried face swam before my eyes, and I knew I was failing her, failing my little ones.
Pov Thyriatrix
I watched in horror as Aetherius's belly scales continued to crack and spread, the sound echoing through the air like a death knell. His eyes, once bright and full of life, were dull and sunken, filled with a deep pain that seemed to pierce my very soul.
My heart racing, I reached out a trembling hand, as if I could physically hold his scales together. "Aetherius, no! Please, don't let go!" I cried, my voice cracking with desperation.
I felt helpless, powerless to stop the impending disaster. The little ones inside him were counting on us, and I couldn't bear the thought of losing them, of losing Aetherius.
Aetherius places both of his claws on his belly and looks at me smiling "Thyriatrix the worst-case scenario, is that they are spilling out and me suffering a fatal injury!"
I felt a chill run down my spine as Aetherius's words hung in the air, his smile a stark contrast to the gravity of the situation. His claws, pressed against his belly, seemed to be the only thing holding his scales together.
My eyes locked onto his, and I could see the pain and fear lurking beneath the surface. I took a step closer, my voice barely above a whisper. "Aetherius, don't say that. We'll find a way to get through this. We have to."
I reached out, placing my claws over his, trying to add my strength to his. "We'll get the little ones out safely, and you'll be okay. You have to be."
Another creack appears
I felt a jolt of terror as another crack appeared on Aetherius's belly, the sound echoing through the air like a sickening snap. His claws, still pressed against his scales, seemed to be slipping, and I could see the strain etched on his face.
"Aetherius, no!" I cried, my voice shrill with desperation. I tried to press my claws more firmly over his, but it was no use. The cracks were spreading, and I could feel the little ones inside him stirring, sensing their father's distress.
Aetherius's smile had faltered, and he looked up at me with a gaze filled with pain and fear. "Thyriatrix..." he whispered, his voice barely audible.
Aetherius whisper "just let go and let it creack now." he smiles
I felt a wave of panic wash over me as Aetherius's words hung in the air. His smile, once again, seemed to be a mask for the pain and fear he was feeling.
"No, Aetherius, don't say that!" I cried, my voice trembling with desperation. "We can't give up now! The little ones...they're counting on us!"
But Aetherius's gaze was distant, his eyes glazing over as if he was resigned to his fate. His claws, still pressed against his belly, seemed to be relaxing, and I could feel the cracks spreading, the pressure building.
"Aetherius, no! Don't let go!" I screamed, but he just smiled weakly and whispered, "It's okay, Thyriatrix...just let it happen."
I felt a chill run down my spine as Aetherius's claws slipped away from his belly, and he took a deep, labored breath. The cracks in his scales seemed to be growing wider, and I could sense the little ones inside him stirring, sensing their father's distress.
I know that Tharros is now so scared and worried inside his stomach, right now
Yes, given the situation, it's likely that Tharros, being the oldest and possibly the most aware of their surroundings, would be feeling scared and worried. The fact that Aetherius is in pain and his belly scales are cracking would likely be causing Tharros a great deal of distress.
I look at him "Aetherius what about Tharros he won't take your death so easily!" He smiled."Don't worry about it!"
Aetherius's smile faltered for a moment, and a hint of sadness crept into his eyes. He looked at me with a deep affection, and his voice was barely above a whisper. "I know, Thyriatrix...I know. But Tharros is strong, and he'll be okay. He has to be."
He paused, taking a labored breath, and his gaze drifted off, as if he was looking at something in the distance. "Tell Tharros...tell him I love him, and I'll always be with him, no matter what." The creack is slowly expanding
I watched in horror as the crack in Aetherius's belly scales slowly expanded, the sound of it spreading like a slow-motion nightmare. Aetherius's eyes were fixed on mine, his gaze filled with a deep sadness and resignation.
I felt a cold dread creeping up my spine as I realized that time was running out. The crack was growing wider, and I could sense the little ones inside Aetherius stirring, sensing their father's distress.
"No, no, no..." I whispered, my voice trembling with desperation. "This can't be happening. Aetherius, please..."
Pov Aetherius
I thought to myself,'I know that she has healing magic, but I didn't care. I think they should get out of my stomach now'
Pov Thyriatrix
I see another creack
My heart sank as I watched another crack appear on Aetherius's belly, the sound of it making my blood run cold. I felt a wave of panic wash over me, and my mind racing with desperate thoughts.
"No, Aetherius, please don't leave me!" I cried, my voice cracking with emotion. "The little ones, they need you!"
I raised my claws, and a warm, golden light began to emanate from them. I focused all my energy on Aetherius, trying to channel my healing magic into him, but it was like trying to hold back a tide. The cracks continued to spread, and I could feel Aetherius's life force ebbing away.
But it doesn't matter how much I heal him. The creack just keeps re-appearing and bigger
I poured all my energy into the healing magic, but no matter how much I channeled into Aetherius, the cracks just kept reappearing, growing bigger and more ominous with each passing moment.
It was like trying to hold water in my claws - the more I tried to heal him, the more the cracks seemed to spread, as if they were being fueled by some unseen force.
Aetherius's eyes, once bright and full of life, were growing duller, his gaze fading as the cracks consumed him. I felt a scream building in my throat as I realized that I was losing him, that no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't save him.
Aetherius whisper "good luck, Thyriatrix"
I felt a chill run down my spine as Aetherius's whispered words hung in the air. His voice was barely audible, but the weight of his message was crushing.
"Good luck, Thyriatrix..." It was a farewell, a final goodbye. Aetherius was giving up, surrendering to the inevitable.
I shook my head, refusing to accept it. "No, Aetherius! Don't say that! You can't leave me, not now, not ever!" I cried, my voice cracking with desperation.
But Aetherius just smiled weakly, his eyes filled with a deep sadness. He knew, and I knew, that it was the end.
And at that moment, Aetherius belly erupted, and Tharros to Kieraxys spilling out and blood release
Pov Tharros
I felt a sudden, intense pressure, and then I was tumbling through the air, surrounded by my siblings. We spilled out of Father's belly, a mess of scales, claws, and wings. I saw Mother's horrified face above me, her eyes wide with shock and grief.
As I struggled to free myself from the confines of Father's stomach, I saw his lifeless body, his belly torn open, blood pooling around us. A piercing scream echoed through the air, and I realized it was coming from me.
I stumbled forward, my claws slipping on the slick surface of Father's stomach lining. My siblings were crying, screaming, and struggling to free themselves alongside me. I saw Lyriath, Vyraxys, Nyxoria, Lyrixa, Kaidorix, and Kieraxys, all of us covered in blood and fluids, our scales glistening in the dim light.
Mother's voice was a distant whisper, calling out to us, but I couldn't respond. I was frozen in shock, my mind reeling from the trauma of our release and Father's death.
I look in horror, and tears come out of my eyes
I stared, frozen in shock and horror, as tears streamed down my face. The scene before me was unbearable: Father's lifeless body, his belly torn open, and my siblings and I, covered in blood and fluids, struggling to come to terms with what had just happened.
A few moments passed, but it felt like an eternity. I couldn't look away from Father's body, my mind refusing to accept the reality of the situation. My siblings' cries and wails filled the air, a heartbreaking reminder that we were all in this together.
I took a shuddering breath, trying to process the trauma we had just endured. But it was too much. The pain, the grief, the shock – it all crashed down on me like a wave, leaving me gasping for air.
Pov Thyriatrix
I think in my head 'wait I can just use my healing magic it worth to try'
Pov Tharros
I was still trying to process the horror before me, my mind reeling from Father's death. But then I saw Mother's face, her eyes locked onto Father's lifeless body. She looked... determined.
Suddenly, a brilliant White glow began to emanate from Mother's claws, indicating her ultimate, divine healing magic. She reached out, placing her claws on Father's belly. I felt a surge of hope, mixed with desperation. Could Mother really...?
I watched, transfixed, as the White glow enveloped Father's body. Mother's healing magic was incredibly powerful, and I held onto the hope that it could bring Father back from the brink of death. I held my breath, my heart pounding in my chest.
I question, "Could it work?"
Mother's eyes remained fixed on Father's body, her face set in a determined expression. She didn't respond, but her silence was filled with a sense of urgency and concentration.
The White glow intensified, enveloping Father's body in an brilliant light. I could feel the magic pulsing through the air, a powerful energy that seemed to be willing Father's body to heal.
I held my breath, waiting for any sign of movement, any indication that Mother's magic was working. The silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the sound of my siblings' quiet sobs and the pulsing of the White glow.
Time seemed to stretch out, the silence growing thicker and more unbearable. I felt like I was going to shatter from the tension, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum.
And then, suddenly, Father's body twitched. It was a small movement, barely perceptible, but it was enough to make my heart leap with hope.
Mother's eyes flashed with determination, and she poured even more magic into Father's body. The White glow intensified, becoming so bright that I had to shield my eyes.
I peeked through my claws, watching as Father's body lay still. His wounds were closing, his scales repairing themselves at an incredible rate, but he remained motionless.
I held my breath, waiting for any sign of life. Mother's magic was powerful, but had it been enough? Was Father... was he alive?
The silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the sound of my siblings' quiet sobs and the pulsing of the White glow. I couldn't bear the uncertainty, my heart aching with fear and hope.
I look at Mother. "Is he alive?"
Mother answered, "I don't know, but if he isn't, we should be buried his body!"
I felt a chill run down my spine at Mother's words. Buried? That meant... that meant Father could really be gone. I didn't want to believe it.
I looked back at Father's motionless body, my heart heavy with grief. Mother's magic had healed his wounds, but had it been enough to save him?
I took a step forward, my claws trembling. "No," I whispered, my voice shaking. "He can't be gone. He has to come back."
Mother's expression was somber, her eyes filled with a deep sadness. She didn't say anything, but her silence spoke volumes. We just had to wait and see if Father would wake up, or if he was truly gone.
Mother sighed. "Let bring him home!" We nodded and brought father to the mountain cave
We carefully carried Father's motionless body through the winding paths and rugged terrain, finally reaching the entrance of our mountain cave. The familiar surroundings seemed surreal, given the gravity of the situation.
As we laid Father down on his bed of furs, Mother began to examine him more closely. She checked his breathing, his heartbeat, and his scales, searching for any sign of life.
I watched, my heart heavy with worry, as Mother worked tirelessly to save Father. My siblings and I exchanged anxious glances, our minds racing with fears and doubts.
The silence in the cave was oppressive, punctuated only by the sound of Mother's gentle humming and the soft rustling of the furs. I felt like I was holding my breath, waiting for any sign of hope.
Mother look at us, and father spoke, "We'll keep watch over him tonight," Mother said, her voice soft but resolute. "If he doesn't wake up by morning... we'll have to accept the worst." Her eyes filled with a deep sadness, and I could see the weight of her worry bearing down on her.
I sat vigil beside Father's motionless form, my eyes fixed on his face as the flickering torchlight danced across his scales. The cave was quiet, the only sounds the soft snores of my siblings and the occasional crackle of the torches.
I reached out a claw, gently touching Father's scales. They felt cold, lifeless. I swallowed hard, fighting back tears. Where was the strong, fierce dragon I had always known?
As the night wore on, the silence began to feel oppressive, weighing heavily on my heart. I whispered softly to Father, hoping against hope that he would stir, that he would wake up and tell me everything was going to be alright.
As I whispered to Father, my voice barely audible over the sound of my own heartbeat, I felt a faint sense of desperation creeping in. I had always taken Father's strength and protection for granted, and now that he lay motionless before me, I felt lost and vulnerable.
The torches on the walls of the cave seemed to flicker in time with my own ragged breathing, casting eerie shadows on the walls. I felt like I was trapped in a nightmare, unable to wake up.
Suddenly, I heard a faint rustling sound coming from Father's direction. My heart skipped a beat as I leaned forward, my eyes scanning his face intently. Was it just my imagination, or was there really a hint of movement?
I apologize. "I'm so sorry! We are so sorry you can hate me, but please be alive!" Tears came out of my eyes
My voice cracked as I spoke, the words tumbling out in a desperate, heartfelt plea. I felt a lump form in my throat as I begged Father to come back to us, to forgive me for whatever I might have done wrong.
The tears streamed down my face, hot and unchecked, as I buried my head in Father's scales. I felt like I was shattered, broken into a million pieces by the thought of losing him.
As I wept, I felt a faint, almost imperceptible movement beneath my head. I froze, my tears momentarily forgotten, as I wondered if it was just my imagination playing tricks on me... or if Father was really stirring.
Suddenly, I heard a voice. "Why would I hate my little strong boy?"
My head jerked up, and I stared into Father's face, my eyes wide with wonder. His voice was weak, but it was unmistakable. He was awake!
A sob of relief burst from my throat as I gazed at Father's face. His eyes, though sunken and weary, shone with warmth and love. I felt a wave of joy wash over me, and I buried my head in Father's scales once more, this time in tears of gratitude.
"Father... Father, you're alive!" I exclaimed, my voice muffled by his scales. I felt his claws wrap around me, holding me close in a gentle, loving grasp.
Father smiled weakly "it not your fault that my belly erupted it my fault for eating too much!"
I nodded "Yeah I was inside your stomach with my siblings after you swallowed us because i asked you to do it, and you eat 2 behemoths and 1 that is half your sizes!"
Father's eyes widened in surprise, and then he burst out laughing again, this time more heartily. "Ah, I remember now! You asked me to swallow you and your siblings whole, and I didn't think twice about it!" He chuckled, shaking his head.
"And yes, I did eat those behemoths. I was so hungry after our journey, and they looked so delicious... I didn't think about the consequences of eating too much!" Father laughed again, his belly shaking with mirth.
Mother playfully rolled her eyes. "You and your bottomless stomach are going to be the death of you one day," she teased, smiling.
I grinned, happy to see Father recovering and in good spirits. "I'm just glad you're okay, Father," I said, nuzzling his scales.
Father head gets slammed to the ground. "YOU SHOULD NOT EAT THAT MUCH FOOD THAT YOU NEARLY DIE!" Mother yelled at Father.
Father's eyes widened in surprise, and he rubbed his sore head, looking up at Mother with a sheepish expression. "Ah, dear, I know I shouldn't have eaten that much... but those behemoths were just so tempting!" he protested, wincing as Mother's glare intensified.
Mother's voice was stern, but I could see the hint of relief and worry beneath her anger. "You could have died, you foolish dragon! What would have happened to our children, to our family, if you had?" She scolded, her claws on her hips.
I looked down, feeling a bit embarrassed for Father. I knew he loved food, but I hadn't realized it could be so dangerous. My siblings and I exchanged nervous glances, sensing the tension in the air.
Father smiled nervously. "Look that behemoth that half my size was prepared to attack. I can't just stand there!"
Mother shouted "AND YOU SHOULDN'T EAT IT ON YOUR OWN!"
Father's smile faltered, and he looked down, his ears folding back in embarrassment. "I... I know, dear. I wasn't thinking. I just wanted to protect our family and... and I got a bit carried away," he admitted, his voice sheepish.
Mother's expression softened slightly, but her voice remained firm. "You need to think before you act, and not just about your stomach! What if you had died? What would have happened to us?" She emphasized, her eyes flashing with worry.
I felt a pang of sympathy for Father, but I knew Mother was right. Father's impulsive behavior had put himself and our family at risk. I looked up at Mother, seeing the concern etched on her face, and I knew that Father needed to learn from his mistake.
Father nodded slowly, his eyes still cast downward. "I know, dear. I'm sorry. I promise to be more careful in the future," he said, his voice filled with remorse.
Mother's expression softened further, and she reached out to gently nuzzle Father's scales. "I know you are, dear. And I appreciate that. But please, for the sake of our family, think before you act. We need you to be safe," she said, her voice filled with love and concern.
I smiled, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. Father was going to be okay, and he had learned a valuable lesson. I looked up at Mother, and she smiled back at me, her eyes shining with warmth.
Just then, my siblings stirred, yawning and stretching. They looked around, taking in the scene, and then their eyes landed on Father. They gasped, and then suddenly they were crying - but not tears of sadness. They were tears of joy.
"Father! Father, you're alive!" one of them exclaimed, rushing to Father's side and nuzzling his scales.
The others followed, surrounding Father with hugs and tears of happiness. I joined in, feeling a sense of joy and relief wash over me. We had thought we lost him, but he was alive, and that was all that mattered.
Father smiled, his eyes shining with happiness, and wrapped his claws around us, holding us close. "I'm here, my little ones," he said, his voice filled with love. "I'm not going anywhere."
As we hugged Father, the cave was filled with the sound of happy sobs and sniffles. Mother smiled, her eyes shining with tears of her own, and joined in the group hug.
We stood there for a moment, holding each other tightly, grateful for the second chance we had been given. Father's near-death experience had shaken us all, but it had also reminded us of how precious our time together was.
As we pulled back, Father looked at us with a serious expression. "I promise to always be more careful, my little ones," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "I don't want to ever put you through something like this again."
We nodded, still sniffling, and Father smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Now, how about we celebrate my second chance at life?" he suggested, his voice filled with excitement.
Mother chuckled. "I think that's a wonderful idea," she said, smiling.
And with that, our little family began to make plans for a celebration, one that would be filled with laughter, love, and plenty of delicious food – but not too much, of course!
After the celebration, the sun falls, and the moon rises, and Father unfolds his wing for me to sleep under it
I snuggled up close to Father's side, feeling the warmth and comfort of his presence. His wing enveloped me, casting a cozy shadow over me and blocking out the cool night air.
As I drifted off to sleep, I listened to the soothing sound of Father's gentle humming, a low rumble that vibrated through his chest. The humming was a familiar lullaby, one that he had sung to me and my siblings since we were young.
The moonlight filtering through the cave entrance cast an ethereal glow on the walls, and I felt safe and protected under Father's wing. I knew that no harm could come to me as long as he was by my side.
As I fell deeper into sleep, I felt Father's gentle nuzzling, his soft breath rustling my scales. I smiled, feeling grateful for this moment of peace and love, surrounded by the ones I cherished most.
I smiled. "I don't know how I be in if you were to die! Your wing has always been my safe haven!"
Father's humming grew softer, and he gently nudged me with his snout. "My little one, I'm not going anywhere," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "I promise to always be here for you, to protect and shelter you under my wing."
He paused, his eyes shining with love and warmth. "You are my precious child, and I would do anything to keep you safe. Don't ever worry about losing me, because I will always be here to take care of you."
As Father spoke, his wing wrapped around me even tighter, holding me close in a warm, comforting embrace. I felt a deep sense of security and love, knowing that Father would always be there to protect and care for me.
Father spoke again, "I'm a strong dragon that 2 behemoth that I ate won't cause me to erupt. I will try to prevent my belly from exploding if I do eat that much again!"
I giggled at Father's determination, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. "I'm glad to hear that, Father," I said, snuggling deeper under his wing. "But maybe next time, you can just eat one behemoth instead of two?"
Father chuckled, his deep rumbling laughter vibrating through his chest. "I'll try to remember that, little one," he promised, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "No more overeating for me!"
I closed my eyes and slept
As I drifted off to sleep, I felt Father's gentle breathing, the rise and fall of his chest, and the warmth of his wing enveloping me. The sound of his soft humming lulled me deeper into slumber, and I slept peacefully, surrounded by the love and protection of my family.