Chapter 42: It's (Not) a Nightmare

Blood and death- He was looking at death.

His fingers brushed gently, like a soft feather against the dust and ash, embers floated in the sky as flame and fire raged from behind his back, he turned to look at it fast, and saw hisbwoest nightmare come to life- His father, burning.

The giant tree of Yggdrasil was burning- No, this can't be real, it can't- His eyes stared down at his hands as he counted his fingers, he knew very well that when someone has more than 5 fjngers in their hand, they are probably dreaming. He had five fingers, all perfectly the way they were before: "MOKZA!" He shouted, seeking his beloved's touch to wake from this nightmare, but he couldn't find him as chains of evil intents and desires grasped tightly against his arms and legs, locking him in one place as thousands upon billions of eyes stared at him from an endless darkness.

"I think you should wake up now." That voice, he knew that voice very well, it was his deity! He tried to look around, seeking the familiar sight of the pink-haired small man, but instead he found a towering humanoid creature with large, bark-like skin and root-like legs, resembling a walking and talking tree:A Treant. "Tharizdun... The Chained Oblivion was it? Well, that title is reserved from one of my children already, can't have anyone else with that title, sorry~" Suddenly, Náttúrumaður watched as a pink glow emanated from his body, and he blinked as the two beings stared down at one another before they attacked.

It was a dream? Or a vision from the future?

The answer is neither.

His soul was being taken away from his body, Tharizdun was trying to possess his body, to control him from inside out so he could be free from his chains- Each of which was created by a God, Goddess, or Divine- and wreck havoc in this world, after all, he was the God of Chaos, Darkness, and Evil itself. But thankfully, our dearest gay God of Nature and many other things was there to save the day, breaking away the subtle and soft connection he had with Nátt, who could not defend his soul yet, well, not without knowing that the attack was coming anyway at least... But the crisis was averted successfully! Mokzaxirrathan was there, he felt Náttúrumaður's distress and was going crazy without knowing how to help, he felt angry, helpless, and useless- Just like the day his whole family died.

His body was completely deformed, melting away as his emotions clouded his judgement, he was ready to lash out at anything that got too close to his beloved- Who was in danger. His flesh turned into these long tendrils of red blood and white thin bones that moved erratically, just like a cat's tail moves when it is angry. There were thousands of these tendrils, his body was slowly stopping beig humanoid and slowly turning into a blob of blood, flesh, bone, and anger- But thankfully, his beloved returned, he felt the reassurance rushing through his vein as his many blood and bone eyes turned to look at his unmoving body as it opened his eyes.

Instantly, Mokzaxirrathan felt shame at his physical form, because not only was he gross, but also his mental energy was lashing out at anything that lived and looked at him- The poor lizard just exploded into tiny bloody pieces of flesh and bones, as well as internal organs.

Would Náttúrumaður hate him if he looked at his form right now?

The answer was obviously no.

"Dear?" Mokza closed all his 8161 eyes and tried to appear as small as possible, he was still too agitated, he couldn't turn back! Then he braced himself for impact when he felt the genuine concern through their bond- Wait, concern? Worry? "Are you alright Mokza Does it hurt? Oh fuck- What do i do? Are you in pain dear?" Then came the panick, Nátt's hands grasped his fleshy, bloody pile of a body, his hand glowing in a bright green light as he tried healing him with powerful magic spells, but his form did not change. "Fuck- Mokzaxirrathan Grimspeaker, i swear to MY God, if you're hurt I'll heal you, then hurt you myself! I'll bite every inch of your body-"

[I'm alright love.] Albeit this offer sounded enticing, he needed to assure his beloved he was fine, because his panic was growing stronger. If he let ir grow more, he'll probably have a panic attack instead. [I'm just... Stuck in this form.] His many, many mouths smiled wryly to his beloved, his many teeth as sharp as a sword and as pointed as a spear. [You see, i felt your fear and i... Kinds lost control when i couldn't help you, i-] Before he could continue, arms grasped his blobby fleshy form, which would definitely drive someone mad by just looking at it, however, all Náttúrumaður could think at that moment was-

Squishy.

"I was scared, afraid i would've been taken away from you-" Anger flashed through their bond as tentacles of flesh and bone pulled him closer, it was like being hugged by a soft and warm bag of water, it jiggled in his impact, but it was so warm- He was tired, but they still had to find Mokzaxirrathan's sister, if she still is alive. [Sleep my dear, worry about my sister later- It's been a long day, you still are tired from me knot fucking you, which i admit being the best thing that I've ever done before, but now i am going to take care of you.] He felt the tendrils of flesh moving around his body, and fully trusting Mokza, he went to sleep.

Mokzaxirrathan, meanwhile, cleaned his beloved's body from the cum inside him (Which was still there even after he cleaned him twice, well, he fucked him too much) and the sweat of his nightmare that wasn't a nightmare.

He had the wonderful idea of fucking Náttúrumaður with his tentacles, but that would need to wait.

-Author Note-

Well, i thought i had posted a chapter Friday, but i guess i didn't.