Chains of Vengeance

Chapter 125: A Hot Morning

Morning came slowly but relentlessly. Sunlight filtered insistently through the curtains, bathing the room in a warm glow that seemed to intensify with each passing minute. Despite the drawn fabrics, the day announced its arrival with a heat that felt heavy, enveloping the air like a suffocating blanket.

Even the crowing of the rooster, usually the first warning of dawn, was relegated to the background before the overwhelming sensation of heat. Narinder, however, seemed oblivious to it. He was deeply embraced by Lambert, his face relaxed as he rested on the lamb's soft wool.

The heat soon became unbearable for Lambert. His fluffy wool, usually a source of pride and comfort, became a trap that retained heat and made his body feel like it was burning. Pressed against Narinder's chest, he felt the atmosphere becoming increasingly stifling, his warm skin sticking to the cat god's soft fur.

"My god, it's so hot!" Lambert exclaimed, his voice laden with a mix of complaint and desperation as he tried to shift slightly to free himself from the embrace.

Narinder opened his eyes lazily at the protest, but did not let go of the lamb. A mischievous, sleepy smile crossed his face. He calmly stroked Lambert's back, as if the lamb's words were nothing more than a passing complaint.

"Stay a little longer," Narinder murmured, his voice still hoarse from sleep. "The heat doesn't matter if I'm with you."

Lambert snorted, his face slightly flushed from both the heat and Narinder's words. He tried to move again, but the god's hold was firm, almost possessive, as if he wasn't willing to let go for anything in the world.

"Narinder, I'm going to melt," Lambert insisted in a tone somewhere between whiny and resigned.

Narinder didn't respond, simply closing his eyes again, a soft purr escaping his throat as he made himself more comfortable, deliberately ignoring his lover's discomfort. To him, the heat was a small price to pay for enjoying this moment of closeness.

Lambert, caught in the embrace of a stubborn god, sighed deeply. Though the heat was unbearable, a part of him couldn't help but feel delighted by Narinder's gesture. "It's okay," he finally murmured, giving in. "But if I die of heat, it will be your fault."

Narinder gave a satisfied smile, his fingers absentmindedly stroking the lamb's wool. "Then I'll have to resurrect you," he replied calmly, his tone suggestive and playful.

Despite the heat, Lambert couldn't help but laugh softly, his discomfort dissipating at least a little at Narinder's words.

A stifling wave of heat flooded the room, as if the sun had decided to intensify its force even more. Suddenly, the door swung open, letting Goliath in without warning. The goat's grey fur was visibly fluffed by the heat, with unruly locks that seemed to defy gravity, and his skin glistened slightly with sweat. He was not wearing his purple cloak or his silver bell, which showed his figure more relaxed and less formal than usual.

Narinder and Lambert, still hugging each other in bed, blushed at seeing him burst into their house like that. They were not used to Goliath's presence in such private moments, and even less so in such a disheveled state.

"How can you be hugging each other like this in this heat?!" Goliath exclaimed, his tone full of irritation, although a hint of jealousy peeked through his words.

He cleared his throat, trying to regain some composure, and added in a firmer tone, "Narinder, I request that you create ice. I don't like overwhelming heat very much."

Lambert, not missing the opportunity, sat up a little and, with a playful smile, replied, "And why do you care? I've never seen a little sweat bother you anyway." His tone was mocking, but full of affection, as if he enjoyed teasing him.