Chapter 40: Attack

"Wait, what?" Náttúrumaður whispers, his eyes widening as he looks back at his beloved Mokzaxirrathan, who has this big, mischievous grin on his handsome face. "No, nope, never. I'm not a hero Mokza, you know that!" His green eyes had never such a gorgeous emerald shine to them before just as they had now, and Mokza knew his beloved was feeling insecure and needed positive affirmation from him- So he did just that. "Of course you are, my dear, you are the greatest hero mortal kind has ever seen! You are the perfect lifeform, you are mine as I am yours, you are the desire of love and life itself, so you can be whatever you want to be." Romantic enough, right? Fuck, now he's second guessing himself.

"I..." Náttúrumaður whispered, his eyes seeking the lie within Mokzaxirrathan's eyes, and seeing that he could not find it, he silently shed a small tear as he hummed and smiled. "Wait, you can't be serious, right? Why would you be the oh so sought out Hero? And even if you are, why haven't you, like, killed Tiamat already or something like that?" Ajax questioned, making Mokza's great effort at boosting Nátt's low self-esteem worthless as he once again began silently questioning why the fuck would he ever be a hero when he never left his forest before!

"Well, kid, it doesn't take much to be a hero y'know?" Mokza chuckled, his fingers grasping Nátt's thigh tightly as he whispered in his head: [I love you, and i know you're the best thing that has ever happened to me, don't you dare second guess your worth ever again, or I'm worshipping your body before a thousand people just to show you how handsome you are.] That managed to get Náttúrumaður's thoughts out of the way from self-deprecating to slightly embarrassed and horny thoughts that made Mokzaxirrathan grin like an idiot- But in Ajax's eyes, Mokzaxirrathan was smiling like a big bad predator ready to kill them.

"Well, let's talk." Nôx smiled, while his brother Jogîx slowly placed his hand on Ajax's frozen shoulder before pushing her down to sit.

They had a lot to talk.

-Scene Cut-

At the same time, in the "Resistance" camp, Graham Vorlim, the General of the Human Race stood before his companions of the Resistance stood upon the campfire as they discussed the war that has been going on seemingly forever, and what they would do if the war suddenly just... stopped.

"I would probably marry a handsome man who can drive me crazy with wild sex and live with him in the forest for the rest of our lives." Chuckled Ion, the Elven General of the Resistance. "I am literally right here!" Chuckled Bihigry, the Dwarven General, winking flirtatiously at Ion, who scoffed at him while pointing at him with his long spear, saying: "You...? You'd barely reach my hips, imagine driving me crazy... No, scratch that, you would definitely drive me crazy! Mad from all your ugly singing..." Bihigry gasped dramatically while looking at the red haired elven general as if he just insulted the 9nth generation of his whole bloodline.

"Sush you two, stop flirting please." Amaya, the Half-Elemental of Water chuckled from the side, her light blue skin was very eye-catching, and her eyepatch was also pretty telling of what happened to her eye. She had by her side a small dagger and a hand crossbow, which glowed ominously from the dim light of the campfire. "I'm not flirting with this brute, dear Amaya, I'm just stating the obvious- He has no charm whatsoever." Ion chuckled, his eyes with a mischievous light glowed as he asked: "And what about you and Herk here? Are you two getting... Steamy?" That was a terrible pun, becau3in fact, Herk was the Fire Half-Elemental general of the Resistance!

"That was the most amazing thing you've said in your life, dear Ion you should never talk again because what you just said cannot be compared to anything else you've said or will say in your entire life." Herko, the buff red skinned humanoid with fire for hair and a large scar on his upper nakrd body, a slashing scar that was put there by a red dragon that couldn't kill him with it's fire breath. "Rude." Ion whispered as Ven, the Wind Half-Elemental General whispered to Terra, the Earth Half-Elemental General about something that he could not hear at all.

Brik, the Half-Elven General stood by Graham Vorlim as they both talked about their children, which prompted K'hriahan, the Black scaled Dragonborn General of the Resistance to speak up: "My mother was sadly raped by a dragon, and i wss born like that, I don't really care about my appearance- But due to that, i haven't even laid in bed with a woman... or a man." He whispered sadly, remembering the times most of his friends shunned him once his scales started growing up. "Awn, buddy!" Ven whines sadly as his air floats above, Terra only nods silently as their big, buff brown hands pat K'hriahan on the back as a silent 'I'm Sorry'.

"That's my new life goal!" Ion declared boldly. "I'll get you laid my friend, even if I have to be the one to take your virginity." K'hriahan only looked at him up and down before scoffing: "No thanks, don't wanna get any disease." Dramatically placing a hand over his chest, Ion groaned as if hit by a piercing arrow, falling into the ground with an *thud* for impact. "I've been hit... Call the healers!" Chuckling at their friend antics, the Generals of the Resistance stare into the endless night sky as the hours go by...

"What a strange cloud..." Whispered Graham, only to see the sudden thunder and lightning- It wasn't a cloud, it was a Dragon!

Their camp was being attacked.

-Scene Cut-

Meanwhile, after talking to the three children that were now sleeping soundlessly in the same room, Mokzaxirrathan dragged Náttúrumaður to their room, where upon he proceeded to test Nátt's ability to keep quiet while having a thick dick being drilled into his hole.

He almost couldn't, but then he fainted from pleasure drowning out the moans that tried to escape his lips.

-Author Note-

Good news!

Just got a new phone, currently writing from it too, this one's faster and better, so i guess I'll just have to get used to typing with it.