Chapter 107The cold that had taken hold of Mavis began to fade. A wave of warmth filtered through her like liquid, slow and smooth...flowing from her feet to her legs to her trunk. Rolling up to gather in her chest.
The heat rose and throbbed in the gaping cavity left behind by the feratu...swelled up like a balloon, then condensed, focused, hardened. Mavis could feel it take shape and weight inside her, curling and connecting. Not with hooks and suckers, but with soft cords and tissues.
The new thing in her chest shuddered and began to move. To pump.
To beat.
The white glare that had blinded her turned to soft, golden light. She heard and felt more crackling, but this time without the agonizing pain.
Opening her eyes, she looked down at herself. Her ribs, as she watched, flexe
