The temple had gone quiet, save for the steady beat of Renji's recovering breath. His body still trembled—less from pain now, more from the overwhelming truth that had just been laid bare before him. The dragon was no monster. She was blood. Family. And now, she stood beside him like a divine sentinel.
She stepped down from the air, bare feet touching the stone at last.
"I am Myzari, daughter of Vessaria, and last Sentinel of the Venom-Scale bloodline," she said. Her voice had changed—less wrath, more warmth. "Your mother and I were sworn sisters. She once saved my life. That debt is now yours."
Renji winced as he stood, his body still battered. "You saved me too," he said. "Twice now."
Myzari walked to him, her hand glowing faintly. "Not enough." She glanced down at his bruises, her expression tightening. "You're hurt more than you admit."
Zach leaned against a cracked column, watching with lazy amusement. "He's always pretending he's tougher than he is. Pride's thick in this one."
She ignored him. "Come. There's a sanctuary nearby. A sacred pasture—hidden beyond Bonecrag's shadow." Her smile was cryptic. "There, the body can heal… and the soul can nourish."
Renji raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean by—"
But she had already begun walking, her body glowing faintly with divine energy, shadows folding away from her like silk. Zach cracked his knuckles and followed.
"What, never seen healing breasts before?" he smirked.
Renji groaned, limping after them. "What the hell did I just agree to?"
What awaited beyond Bonecrag wasn't a battlefield.
It was something else entirely.
They descended through a hidden path that carved through the bone-colored mountains like a serpent's burrow. The air changed—growing sweeter, warmer, even softer. It felt unnatural after the divine pressure of the temple, but not unpleasant. Almost… inviting.
Renji staggered forward, still nursing his bruised ribs. "Where the hell are we even going?"
Zach just grinned. "To heaven. Sort of."
Then the path opened.
A lush valley spread before them, glowing under a soft golden sky that didn't match any natural time of day. Flowers with shimmering petals swayed around crystal-clear streams, and towering trees bore fruits shaped like hearts and horns. But none of that caught Renji's attention first.
What did was the farm.
Sprawled across the valley was a series of elegant domed buildings and open fields, filled with towering, voluptuous women with horns, cow-like ears, and heavy, swaying breasts barely restrained by silk wraps and loose robes. They moved slowly, gracefully, their bodies curvaceous and glistening with divine vitality. Some sat on soft pillows, milk flowing from their generous chests into enchanted containers. Others giggled as orc warriors—huge, muscular, tusked—knelt before them, drinking straight from the source like worshippers at a holy altar.
Renji froze, blinking. "What… in the name of—"
Myzari turned, utterly calm. "This is the Sanctuary of Nourishment. Created for the ancient Blood-Warriors. Wounds from venom, dark magic, or divine fire couldn't be healed by spells alone. They needed… nourishment. Sacred milk."
A particularly busty cow-woman waved at them with a warm smile. Her chest bounced like it defied gravity itself.
"Fresh one?" she called out. "He looks famished."
Zach burst out laughing.
Renji was silent. His soul was broken, his bones aching—but his eyes?
They were very wide.
Renji barely had time to process the moos and moans echoing across the valley before Myzari led him toward a secluded chamber built into the hillside, its stone walls covered in vines that pulsed faintly with life energy. A warm glow spilled from within, casting the entrance in an inviting gold hue.
"This place isn't for indulgence," Myzari said, her tone firmer now. "It's for survival. Restoration."
Renji, who had been sneakily peeking over his shoulder at an orc suckling like a baby, quickly nodded. "Yeah. Of course. Healing. Got it."
Inside the chamber, soft carpets blanketed the ground. Cushions were stacked like clouds. Incense hung thick in the air, and the sound of trickling water calmed his heartbeat.
Then she entered.
A woman—no, a vision—stepped in through a curtain of beads. She had milky-white skin kissed with pink warmth, huge golden eyes filled with calm, and glossy brown hair braided down to her wide hips. Two plush, udder-like breasts bounced freely beneath a sheer, lacy shawl. She moved with a sensual grace that was clearly second nature.
"This is Nayya," Myzari said. "She's one of the highborn nourishes. Her milk holds traces of divine essence. Let her do what must be done."
Renji gulped. "W-what must be done, exactly?"
Nayya smiled, kneeling before him. "Relax, young warrior. Let your body rest. Let your soul drink."
Before he could respond, she cupped his face gently, guiding him back onto a soft bed of furs. Her warmth radiated through him as she lowered her chest toward his lips.
His pride resisted. His body… didn't.
One taste—and fire melted into bliss.
The pain faded. Muscles knit. Bones hummed. Magic pulsed through every nerve.
And all Renji could think was— How the hell is this real life?
He lay back, his lips still tingling from Nayya's milk, a strange warmth buzzing through his veins. The pain in his body had dulled into a soothing hum, and a low moan slipped from his throat before he could stop it. Her soft hands cradled his head, her voice a gentle murmur of reassurance.
But his body had other reactions. His cock throbbed beneath his pants, rock-hard and straining, a side-effect he hadn't expected from a "healing ritual." His face flushed as he shifted uncomfortably on the silken furs, trying not to make things too obvious.
Nayya noticed, of course.
She only smiled—sweet, knowing, and maybe just a little wicked—as she gently tucked a stray lock of hair behind his ear. "It's natural," she whispered. "You've been through pain. Now comes the pleasure of recovery."
But before anything more could happen—
"Stop squirming, bitch."
The voice came from outside, low and guttural.
Everyone in the chamber froze. Myzari's head snapped toward the curtain, her face hardening instantly.
Then came a loud slap, followed by a muffled cry.
Renji sat up, the haze of pleasure vanishing in a heartbeat.
Outside in the central hall, a large, bloated orc clad in white-gold armor was gripping one of the younger cow-women by the hair, forcing her down, one massive hand already pulling at her top. "You're not here to say no," he growled. "You're here to serve."
Gasps rang out. The other orcs—bigger, rougher ones—backed away. Even the cow-women recoiled, their eyes filled with shock and fear. That insignia on his shoulder— "The Light Order," Myzari hissed. "They've broken the Treaty."
The air tightened with divine pressure.
Only one person moved.
Zach stepped forward, cracking his knuckles, his usual smirk replaced by something colder. "Oh… hell no."