Chapter 41: Happy Ending
Náttúrumaður groaned, feeling the liquid slip out of his loose, abused hole that was destroyed by Mokzaxirrathan's relentless pounding through the whole night. "Mnnn..." He groaned when he moved his hips, feeling them sore and hurt as he thought back to the tight grip Mokza had on him as he aggressively destroyed his insides. "Good morning darling." Náttúrumaður could only blink as he looked at the smiling man before him, Mokzaxirrathan held a tray of food because: [Aftercare is very important! Always take care of them after, clean them, hug them, cuddle them, kiss them, tell them you love them, just show affection because they'll be sensitive after a good night!] Of course this was a word of wisdom from his God, who taught him very well about what he should do.
"Mnnn..." He groaned in response to his beloved's enthusiastic greeting, after all, he got to tease Nátt's hole the whole night! Nátt was a little grumpy because he had almost moaned out loud, which made Mokza go even harder on his twitching, clenching tight hole that tightened even harder when he heard one of the kids wake up in the middle of the night, which sent panic down his body, which made his muscles tense up and made him clench his hole. "I'm sorry if i went too overboard yesterday night dear." Mokzaxirrathan kissed his forehead, gently placing the poorly made salad of fruits, even though it wss poorly made, Náttúrumaður could feel the love emanating from his beloved's efforts to make him feel better about the whole loosing control thing...
Well, it happened when he cummed inside him, that was when Nátt just straight out fainted then and there, but he could still feel how Mokza continued fucking his unconscious body for a few seconds before he knotted him- That's why his hole is so full of this sticky, white liquid that slowly drips out of his loose, bruised pink hole. "I'm sorry again." Mokza hummed as his lips pressed against Nátt's lips, bringing bliss and love to their morning. "Here, i know it's not like the ones you make, but i think it's edible... right?" It was honestly adorable how nervous he got whenever thought he was not doing enough to please.
Even though he was trying to hide it, Náttúrumaður could easily feel the nervousness growing from within the heart of his beloved, so dragging his tired body closer to him, he raised his hand and placed it on Mokzaxirrathan's left cheek, smiling at him and saying: "Thanks..." He was too tired to form a phrase, so only one word would suffice for now! He did his best to send waves of affection through their link, which made Mokza smile gently at him as he helped him eat some of the barely edible food-
[How did you manage to make this so... Spicy?]
[Well, i put some of that red seed i found in your kitchen.]
[Red seed?] Oh no, wasn't that seed the seed of the Fire Rose? It was spicy, so spicy in fact, that Náttúrumaður was breathing fire for a few minutes
-Scene Cut-
Blood, smoke and fire.
Thunder and Lightning.
Dragons in the sky, everywhere spread.
Feast upon the souls of the dead.
This the the motto of Akropolites, the Blue Sword, who rode on Illaciala, the Queen of Thunder and Lightning. Akropolites wears a blue armor made out of blue dragon scales, her sword is a thin and sharp double-edged that can channel and redirect lightning, absorbing it to make the wielder faster and stronger, which is the greatest effect from Ank'Aros, or the Lightning Bolt, as the sword is called! Forged by the flsmes of Tiamat alongside the lightning bolt stolen from the soul of a Thunder Titan, this weapon possess a great reputation at being the fastest blade in this world (That they know of).
Her sword with a sapphire glow decimated and destroyed the entire Resistance in one single night, slashing and cutting was all that was needed, Akropolites used her magic to set the whole camp on fire, which quickly spread to the forest, but was put out by the winds before it could even burn- So Náttúrumaður was none the wiser that such thing happened, well, that and the fact that he was getting his little hole pounded to the smithereens right this instant as well.
The Human General, the Elven General, the Half-Elven General, the Four Half-Elemental Generals, and the Dragonborn Generals.
They were all killed by the Blue Sword in one night- One moment they were talking about what they wished to do after the war was finally over, or even if it would ever end, and the next... Their heads were on the ground, lightning fast cuts spread through their bodies, some were even cut in half, and the Dragonborn named K'hriahan was cut to tiny pieces, slowly cut to tiny pieces while he was still alive.
Which meant he was the last one to die.
He watched it all.
He watched how her blue blade danced across the camp, cutting through the flames that she herself set on, he watched as the Blue blur dashed across the night sky like a shooting star, coming down to the ground like a lightning bolt, and striking like a thunder. He watched as the blue dragon, Illaciala, laugh at the sky and praise her mother, praise Tiamat and her eternal glory- The two ruthlessly destroyed the camp, killed everyone inside it, and before leaving- They decimated his body as well.
Forever engraved within this land
A lightning mark, a pool of blood
A sapphire blue glow, with sword in hand
Brings death, beauty, and madness to behold.
This is the cry of the souls slaughtered by the Blue Sword and the Queen of Lightning and Thunder, forever scarred within the land. To be remembered as a foolish attempt at fighting Tiamat, the Goddess of All Chromatic Dragons, and for their bravery at stepping forward when no one did, when hope was all lost and mortals thought that they were all doomed.
But heroes don't have happy endings now, do they?