Upon seeing Lore’s flickering eyes, Mother Zinogre and Luna realized that he had awakened.
They immediately ran to Lore’s side with something that looked like a chunk of meat in their mouths.
A large forehead and a small forehead rubbed against Lore one after another; without needing any words, it made Lore feel immense warmth.
The scales were warm, the fur was ticklish.
It felt so comfortable.
Lore wanted to get up to respond to the two dragons, but suddenly remembered he was still stiff, so he could only let out a howl, conveying the message to them that he was currently in no danger.
Hearing the sound, Mother Zinogre immediately put down the meat, turned to walk around Lore’s stiff body.
It was this turn that allowed Lore to see the bloodstains and claw marks deep enough to reveal bone all over Mother Zinogre.
Not only that, she walked with a stagger, no longer possessing her previous agility and flexibility; it seemed her hind leg bone had been broken in the battle.
In a sense, Mother Zinogre was much more severely injured than Lore.
But as an adult, she had long since lost the instinctive bodily defense mechanisms of her juvenile period.
Relying on her own will, Mother Zinogre was still able to force herself to move despite her severe injuries.
This made Lore feel incredibly heartbroken.
“I wonder if the effect of [Leftovers] can work on other monsters…
I’ll see later if I can let Mother Zinogre recover some vitality.”
After circling around, Mother Zinogre discovered that the wounds on Lore’s body were not as deep as she had imagined.
Only then did she lower her shoulders and let out a soft sigh of relief.
She immediately tore the meat into small pieces and delivered them to Lore’s mouth.
Lore did not refuse Mother Zinogre’s kindness.
Although [Leftovers] could provide vitality, to obtain energy in this world, one still had to do it through eating.
However, the moment the minced meat entered his mouth, a familiar taste he couldn’t forget flooded his oral cavity.
This was the meat of that Tyrant Zinogre.
That was right; in this time of food scarcity, a fresh corpse was indeed a rare delicacy.
Coupled with the fact that Mother Zinogre was heavily injured and Luna was too young, neither had the ability to hunt for the time being.
To obtain meat, they could only set their sights on that corpse.
Although animal instinct would avoid devouring one’s own kind—and the higher the intelligence, the more obvious this instinct—it was precisely because of this “higher intelligence” that the Zinogre understood what anger and vengeance were.
They even suppressed their bodily instincts, deciding to devour the corpse of their own kind.
Whether it was subjective willingness or objective conditions, this was the optimal solution for the moment.
Lore swallowed it in large gulps.
Luna also mimicked her mother’s actions, prioritizing putting the minced meat into Lore’s mouth.
Even though she was still in her juvenile dragon stage, Lore had already seen the nascent maternal instinct in her eyes.
“In time, Luna, you will definitely become a qualified wyvern wife.”
With his belly slightly bulging, Lore shook his head to signal that he was full.
Seeing that Lore could eat no more, Mother Zinogre and Luna began to feast heartily on this celebratory meal after their revenge.
During this time, Lore quietly spat out some Leftovers and mixed them into the chunks of meat.
Driven by hunger and the sheer pleasure of revenge, Mother Zinogre did not notice Lore’s subtle movements.
After watching Mother Zinogre swallow the meat mixed with the Leftovers, Lore stared nervously at her bleeding wound.
After a moment, stimulated by the Leftovers, the bone-deep wound actually began to close at a visible rate.
Although it wasn’t much, it proved that it was working!
This allowed Lore to let out a slow sigh of relief.
Once the two female wyverns, one big and one small, had eaten their fill,
they gathered around Lore once again, checking and sniffing his wounds with concern.
Although Lore had shown an astonishingly unusual performance during the battle,
from beginning to end, neither Zinogre showed any sign of estrangement or exclusion.
Perhaps the monsters’ intelligence was not at a human level, making them unable to realize that such an anomaly posed a potential threat,
or perhaps their familial instincts suppressed this fear.
But regardless, the three wyverns appeared exceptionally harmonious at this moment.
Looking at Lore’s wounds, Mother Zinogre ignored her own pain, her eyes filled with deep self-reproach and pity.
She curled her tongue and gently licked Lore’s wounds,
cleaning away the bloodstains and mud on his scales bit by bit.
Seeing this, Luna began to imitate her mother’s actions.
Her little tongue was short and thin, making it difficult to clean the deep crevices between his scales and fur,
yet she still made “prpr” sounds with her little mouth, clumsily mimicking her mother.
Seeing the little one’s nervous yet incredibly serious look,
Lore no longer cared about the pain and itchiness of his wounds being licked.
He couldn’t help but curl his lips and let out a comfortable purring sound, mixed with a bit of laughter.
Luna was clumsy, but very cute.
Hearing Lore’s slightly mocking purr, Luna stubbornly sped up her licking, even intentionally licking the crevices of his wounds several times,
as if protesting Lore’s mockery in this manner.
Lore bared his teeth in pain.
Noticing Luna’s behavior, Mother Zinogre smacked her daughter’s head hard and let out a scolding roar.
This was clearly telling Luna to stop messing around.
Covering her forehead with her paws, Luna looked aggrieved, but she quickly realized her mistake.
After letting out a whining sound of apology, she continued to gently clean the dirt off Lore.
Under the cleaning of the two female wyverns, the originally filthy Lore regained the inherent cuteness of a Zinogre pup.
However, just as Lore was feeling completely relaxed in body and mind,
he saw Mother Zinogre gently part his hind legs and begin to lick his cloaca with her tongue!
A look mixed with embarrassment and shock appeared in Lore’s eyes,
and he cried out in resistance, but could not move due to his body stiffness!
Mother Zinogre did not stop because of this; instead, her movements became even gentler.
Zinogres were different from humans;
after all, they were Fanged Wyvern monsters.
A sense of shame was simply nonsense to them.
And the reason Mother Zinogre behaved like this was out of her extremely pure maternal instinct.
When a pup in the pack suffered from body stiffness for various reasons, the mother wyvern would take the initiative to gently lick the pup’s cloaca to stimulate it to defecate or urinate.
But it was precisely this perfectly normal behavior
that caused Lore to have a reaction he shouldn’t have.
Even though he was an incurable dragon-sexual, having just arrived in this world, Lore still hadn’t rid himself of his human will and thinking capacity.
And so, Lore got an erection.