Chapter 36: Survivor?

Mokzaxirrathan did not like the smell of lust from the youngest siblings- In fact, he despited it, maybe he was territorial after he finally destroying that tight little hole that Náttúrumaður had because he needed to constantly remind himself that this kid was nowhere near a treat to his love, nowhere near having hair down there yet! Well, maybe he had, he didn't check it anyway. "Dear?" He certainly loved how Nátt would whisper that word, how his tongue would move inside his mouth, how his lips parted and the air got out of his lungd and echoed into his vocal cords- Is that creepy? Fuck, he is hard just imagining Náttúrumaður's throat vibrating while he deep-throats him.

How good would it feel?

He has yet to experience Nátt sucking him off, which is something he wants to work slowly, because he won't get rid of that gag reflec in one day! It requires 'hard' work of both him and Náttúrumaður, but he is fine with just giving him his dick and letting him play with it- Find out how to please him better by watching his reactions, or maybe he should try to ask his God for guidance on this, since he was always there to help if the help he needed was related on 'How to Please your Husband' as he quoted, like it was something funny.

"Yes honey?" His eyes focused on the hesitant eyes of his beloved, he just wanted to press him down and fuck him then and there, see if he can keep it quiet while his ass is getting ruthlessly destroyed by him- Why doe that sound so arousing to him? Would he cry? Would he beg him to stop or keep going? Of course he would only stop if Nátt said his safeword. "Can you, like, hug me?" The request was sudden, but he complied, pulling the shorter man into his big, muscular arms and huffing in delight when he smelled the happiness emanating from Nátt's scent alongside his slight hesitation to ask something.

"I-... Urgh, fuck, i want to ask you one thing..." Mokza knew where this was going. "The kids, they said-"

"Yeah, they were right, my whole family died." There was a sudden spike of anger, sadness, and dread that settled within Náttúrumaður's stomach, like a stone sinking into the bottom of the sea, until it stopped when it hit the sand, spreading it around. "I'm sorry... I can try to help you find them, if you want."

"Yeah." Mokza smiled gently, he knew exactly who he was talking about. "I want to."

-Flashback-

Gasping and raising himself from the makeshift bed of moss and grass, Nôx blinked as he was confused- What the hell happened to him? Then memories came crashing down on his head, he remembered the beast, remembered the way it unhinged it's jaws and a lightning bolt hit him hard, making him instantly pass out- "Jogîx! Ajax!" He screamed, quickly getting up from the moss bed and suddenly coming back to himself, only then did he notice he was not on the floor of the forest, but rather insdie a lushwarm and green cave- It was a beautiful giant place, with stalagitites hanging from the ceiling of the cave, covered in vines that had these yellow glowing berries, giving this warm candlelight feeling.

His eyes soon caught sight of the mystically large egg-like cocoon that envelopped a large creature- The candlelight produced by the hanging vines could easily illuminate the thin eggshell that protected the thing, and he could see the outline through it- It was small, probably nowhere close to hatching, but from what he could see... This was a beast with large offsprings, because this egg was probably just an embryoe that did not develop yet, and yet, he can see it!

"This egg was laid prematurely." There was a voice suddenly, from behind him, making himtense and quickly attack who was behind him- Years of training from his father had taught him taht those who can sneak on people are not to be fully trusted, since they can easily kill him if he loses his guard. His hand, however, hit a wall of muscles- And that hurt like a bitch, because he was pretty sure he broke one of his fingers, or at least dislocated it a little.

"Fuck-" He hissed as he pulled his hand away to look at the person he hit- And there, standing taller than any person he had ever seen in his entire 20 years of life, stood a man. "It's rude to hit your savior and host- Have your parents never teach you anything?" The man was tall, probably 8 feet or more, bulging muscles with tattoos he only saw one person wear on their skin befofre- A woman named Tallilnil. He also had white hair, just like Tallilnil had, he had these weird scars on his body, just like tallilnil had, and he was wearing only underwear

Don't stare, it's rude.

"I..." He didn't know what to say for a few seconds, he was sincerely stunned to see this man ebfore him. "I'm sorry... It was a reaction." His eyes wandered around the man's facial features- He was very handsome, he had to give him that, and he had this aura of danger around ihm that only now he seemed to notice. "Sorry but..." He had to ask it- Tallilnil said it once, she had lost her family to the dragons, just like a lot of other people also did after Tiamat killed the Grimspeakers, s he had to ask this question: "Do you know someone named Tallilnil?"

Sure, he thought he would get nothing out of this question- Maybe a 'Who?", but he did not expect to be raised from the ground by a powerful pair of arms that grasped tightly underneath his shoulders as red eyes stared into his soul: "What did yo just say?" Mokzaxirrathan could not believe it- Was there hope still? Did someone else survive?