He hissed and roared before he finally reached his climax. His breathing was ragged and he pulled out of her before dropping beside her and passing out. The war was taking a lot out of Idri, but he managed well enough. There seemed to be a brief breathing period; a small truce it seemed to recover those who were gravely wounded. Idri was home, resting on Sapphira's bed and still hanging off some with how big he was.