Chains of Vengeance

Chapter 103: Ideas of Power

Warning: Romantic Sex

The day crept by slowly, bathed in soft light, as Lambert and Narinder lay together in bed, their bodies locked in an embrace they did not wish to break. It was as if the outside world did not exist, as if the only purpose for both of them was to be there, calm, feeling the peace and love they shared.

Lambert closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth Narinder radiated, his hands tenderly caressing his god's dark fur, that fur that had always seemed so soft, so perfect. For Lambert, Narinder was a refuge, a dream he had once thought impossible. He remembered the first time their eyes met, the first spark of hope that he had ignited in the banished god. He had adored him ever since, and feeling him so close now, knowing that Narinder's heart beat for him, made him feel that nothing in the universe mattered more.

For his part, Narinder looked at Lambert's face, and in his eyes was reflected the same adoration. Lambert had been his light in the darkness, the being who, against all odds, believed in him and gave him a new life, a new purpose. With each caress on the soft wool of the lamb, Narinder felt a deep, warm, and also reverent love. It was like touching something sacred, something that reminded him of the goodness and faith that he himself had forgotten. Lambert's fluffy wool, so soft, so warm, was a caress to his soul.

Lambert smiled, his eyes meeting Narinder's. "I love you," he whispered, his voice soft but firm, full of that certainty that the lamb had always had. Narinder felt how those words resonated deep within him, and although he had heard them before, in that moment they sounded sweeter, more meaningful. "And I love you, Lambert," he replied, holding him tighter, with a warmth that enveloped him completely.

They both stood there, silent, but with a million feelings pulsing between them, sharing caresses and glances, exploring each other's every detail as if time were infinite.

Narinder felt time slip away as they stood together, their bodies intertwined, their breaths synchronized as one. Lambert's warmth seeped through the soft, fluffy wool, a familiar, comforting scent that made Narinder purr with a placidity rare for him. He sank a little deeper, breathing deeply of Lambert's scent, letting himself be carried away by the feeling of peace and love that only the lamb could offer him.

The silence was cozy, but finally, Lambert took a breath and, in a soft whisper, broke the moment. "I think... you must face the test."

Narinder tensed, surprised. He fell silent, trying to process his lover's words, but Lambert looked at him tenderly and added, in a firm but gentle tone, "The power you seek is there, isn't it? Then... go for it. Do it, Narinder."

Narinder looked at him, with a mix of doubt and fear. "But the risk...?"

Lambert smiled, that smile that exuded bravery and devotion. "I've already thought about that, and I have a very special idea." His eyes shone with determination, his voice was full of courage. "I want you to sacrifice me."

Narinder's heart skipped a beat. His mind filled with dark and bitter memories, and he felt immediately reluctant. "I couldn't do that to you! Well... not again."

Lambert gently took his hands, calming him with a caress and a sure look. "It's simple," he said, his voice calm and full of confidence. "I am sure that my sacrifice will grant you great power, for my faith in you is the highest of all." His words were sure, each syllable filled with devotion and surrender. "If you win, you simply revive me after the test. And if you lose..." She paused, looking into his eyes, filling them with a deep calm. "Then we will meet in the afterlife."

Lambert's words, so full of love and faith, left Narinder breathless. The lamb's sincerity touched the very core of his being, making him shudder. He felt drawn and deeply moved. He looked at Lambert, his eyes reflecting a mixture of wonder and affection. "Aren't you afraid of death?"

Lambert laughed softly, and his laughter was a balm that calmed all of Narinder's doubts. "You are death," he said with a warm and honest smile. "And I love you."

Narinder felt the heat on his face, a blush that made him feel alive and vulnerable. With that confession, he could not resist any longer. He closed his eyes and approached Lambert, their lips meeting in a deep kiss, full of love and promises. It was a kiss that sealed their trust and their mutual surrender. In that instant, nothing else mattered. The world faded away, leaving them alone, entwined in an eternal love and without fear.

The two found themselves face to face, and Narinder began to passionately kiss Lambert, his tongue seeking the lamb's mouth. Lambert, aroused, opened his mouth and let Narinder explore his insides.

As they continued to kiss, Narinder began to move downwards, his tongue sliding down Lambert's neck. Then, he reached the lamb's erectile zone and began to lick hard, making Lambert moan and shudder.

Lambert, aroused, spread his legs, offering his body to Narinder. The black cat, with a smile on his face, positioned himself on top of the lamb and began to penetrate him lovingly, his movements slow and deep.

The two changed positions several times, exploring different angles and rhythms. Narinder positioned himself on top of Lambert, with the lamb beneath him, while Lambert spread his legs and held Narinder's hips. Narinder then knelt beside Lambert, who held him tightly, as Narinder continued to penetrate him.

They finally climaxed, both of them screaming in pleasure as their bodies moved in perfect harmony. When they finished, Narinder lay back on top of Lambert, both panting and smiling. The love between them was evident, and they both knew they had shared something special and passionate.

After spending hours of romantic action Narinder and Lambert ended up exhausted. They were both covered in a light layer of sweat, and tiredness was enveloping them without realizing it. Fatigue made them look at each other, sharing a smile that contained all the satisfaction of the day and something deeper, a warm and comforting affection.

Without the need for words, they settled together, side by side, their bodies in perfect harmony, with Narinder enveloping Lambert in a protective and tender embrace.

Lambert looked at him with that spark of joy in his eyes, the one he had learned to recognize as pure devotion. Narinder looked back at him, gently stroking Lambert's wool, which felt like the softness of clouds. Without realizing it, they had settled into a position that seemed natural, Lambert snuggled against Narinder's chest, and Narinder resting his head on his.

A soft sigh escaped Narinder's lips as he felt Lambert's warmth and closeness, a love so deep that he could almost feel it in his own heart. They closed their eyes, letting themselves be enveloped by that peace that only the other could give them.

With the gentle back and forth of their breathing and the silence, the tiredness became more intense, and both surrendered to sleep, embraced and safe.

Narinder and Lambert shared a deep and peaceful sleep, wrapped in the pure and sincere love that united them, feeling in each heartbeat that together they were unbreakable.