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Druid?

A good man dies and is sent into another world- Well, he is killed in cold blood just because of who he was, a sad reality. There, he is adopted by someone- Discovers secrets of that world, and slowly realizes that he is not where he think he is. -Author note- This novel is gay- If you haven't read my damn name yet! This is for gay people- Heterosexuals stay away, treat this novel like drugs and don't do it. Now my gays, you can stay, i plead you to stay my dear gays. [This fic contains spoilers of my [Son of the Night] fic! Go read that one first if you want.

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Chapter 25: This time is for real!

"Um... What Is that thing?" Mokzaxirrathan looked at the gigantic beast before him- It's large and heavy-set body is covered in stout white fur, with portions on its head, legs, and arms being covered in gray scales. It has giant horns which is also grey-white in color, these stout, pinkish horns end in broad, moose-like antlers. It's size was massive, to give you a modern comparison, it was bigger and heavier than an elephant, smaller than a blue whale, but way bigger than an elephant. Náttúrumaður chuckled as his hand came to rest on the Banbaro's fur, which was fluffy to the touch, this giant herbivore was docile to him due to the fact that he was the forest itself to this beast, and because Mokzaxirrathan was with him, he was also not hostile to him at all.

"This?" Náttúrumaður fingers brushed against the fur of the creature as he hummed- This creatured spent most of it's time peacefully, only getting aggressive to protect it's territory from threats, not targetting smaller, weaker creatures that live within it. "This is a Banbaro, a Wyvern." This massive beast was from a game Nátt still remembered- Monster Hunter, and he doesn't know per certain, but he thinks this one is way bigger than the game one! "Not a true dragon, but not exactly not a dragon- A wyvern it's what they're called, which is interesting in my opinion." The horn on the snout was also slightly broken, this one was too old to go around fighting against others, so it mostly rested all of the day and would actually keep threats to the peaceful enviroment away- because even though he is old, he can still easily kill things.

"They can go on their two back feet, and on all fours as well- Their tail is strong enough to shatter mountains!" Nátt's eyes glimmered with the light of adoration hidden well behind it, making Mokza's internal dragon feel- Jealous. "They can gather dirt as they run, they gather it in balls that they can use as projectiles, which is amazing to be honest- The can also gather fallen trees that they throw at bigger threats, their throw strenght can destroy and crush rocks easily! They can lift up to twice their weight, and they're fucking adorable!" And their babies were extremely cute- This old one didn't have a cub with him, but Náttúrumaður knows where in this forest there are some of them, which he was tempted to take for himself, but he knows they are better with their parents- but nothing stops him from visiting them, okay?

"So, why did you bring me here anyway?" Mokzaxirrathan was brought here by Nátt because he wanted to show him something- was this is? A draconic creature he liked that wasn't him? Shut up, he's not jealous, the dragon inside his soul is, okay!? "I wanted to show you this-!" Náttúrumaður proudly raised a giant grey-white scale, which probably came from this wyvern moose. "The older they get, the stronger their scales become, they also loose their horns which i can pick up and mix it with some other creatures bones and make you something, meaning I can make you armor with this scales and some weapons with-"

His voice was cut short by the lips of the taller, Half-Titan, who couldn't resist it- He was planning on making him an armor and weapons? Why don't ask him to marry him already, he would say yes definetly! "you-" Mokzaxirrathan kissed him deeper, ignoring the giant moose-like dragon that only huffed as he stared at the younger, smaller creatures before him mating, so he turned around and left them to do their thing since he did not want to watch it!

"Wait, Mok-" Náttúrumaður's words died out by the hungry look he received from the draconic eyes- As stated earlier, Náttúrumaður was unnaware of the costumes of the Titans and half-titans, where they take weapons as a marriage proposal- So when he declared he wanted to make him weapons and armor, was the same thing as saying an Elf you wanted to make them a musical instrument, or saying to a dwarf you wanted to braid their beard, or ask a human's hand in marriage. "You are really- Really- making me lose control so easily by each and every single act you do, Náttúrumaður- Your whole presence is driving me crazy here, and you say you want to make me weapons and armor? Do you really want me to take you here and now? Do you really want me to destroy your little hole so much? I will do it- Right here, right now, just say you want it and i'll do it- Just nod, you don't even need to fucking speak, save your energy-"

Oh fuck- Nátt was hard again, Mokzaxirrathan was pressing him against a tree, his fingers sinking inot the bark of the tree, forming a crack behind him- "Náttúrumaður- My beautiful treasure, say yes, please, let me take you here and now- Just let me and i'll make you the most happy man in this world-" Mokzaxirrathan's eyes were glowing red, but strangely, Nátt only felt needier by looking in those eyes- Fuck it.

"Yes."

One word, only one word was enough to literally make Mokza ascend to heaven- His fingers ripped to shreds the thick fur that surrounded their bodies, claws sinking into the fur and ripping it to shreds as his lips sucked Náttúrumaður's soul out of his body by another tender but rough and needy kiss. He moved his hips, humping against Nátt's body, which was sexy as fuck, but the thing poking him was enough to kill someone- He would die if he took it, but he was willing to die, he knew he would give up easily, but he really had to be a whore a day after promising himself that he would wait a little?

Fuck!

"Wait-" Nátt's hand reached out to grab Mokza's hand as he said: "Slow down- you're going to hurt me like that." That worked like a charm, since Mokza slowed down as Nátt huffed and blushed a little, saying: "I am not clean yet, and i am nowhere near ready to take you in me, but i am more than willing to try." His face was so red he would need a blood transfusion after this- Fuck, they don't exist here. "Just... Come with me?" Offering his hand to Mokzaxirrathan, who excitedly took it as they vanished from there with a simple [Dimension Door] spell.

Where did they go? oh, thatt's easy- to the bedroom, where they can go fuck.

-Author Note-

And- Cliffhanger.