Chains of Vengeance

Chapter 143: Future Gods

Narinder woke with a start, the echo of the rooster and the images from the dream still roaming through his mind. Before he could process where he was, he felt Goliath's strong arms surround him with an unmistakable warmth. The goat looked at him tenderly, his eyes shining with concern, and kissed his cheek softly.

"A nightmare?" he asked in a warm tone, his usual roughness absent, giving way to a more intimate and protective side.

Before Narinder could answer, Lambert, ever attentive, stepped forward and joined the hug. The lamb, with a sweet smile, placed a kiss on his god's other cheek. His eyes reflected unconditional love as he held him tightly.

"Looks like someone isn't as tough as they seem, huh?" "Lambert commented with a hint of humor, but instead of laughing, he simply snuggled closer, his warmth complementing Goliath's.

Narinder needed a moment to realize where he was. His senses slowly adjusted, the feel of cold marble and echoes of sleep being replaced by the comforting warmth of his two loves. Finally, he sighed in relief, letting go of the tension that still held him rigid.

Without a word, he wrapped his arms around Goliath and Lambert, drawing them even closer. His lips sought out Goliath's first, kissing him with a mix of gratitude and devotion. Then he turned to Lambert, placing an equally deep kiss on him, laden with tenderness.

"Good morning, my loves," he murmured with a soft purr, which vibrated against her breasts. In that moment, Narinder forgot the shadows of sleep and the weight of decisions. All that mattered was the warmth and love that enveloped him.

Goliath, with a barely visible smile, caressed Narinder's face, sliding his fingers carefully through the dark fur.

"I will protect you from any shadow, even your own fears," he whispered, his voice hoarse but full of emotion.

Lambert, not wanting to be left behind, let out a light laugh and caressed Narinder's ears, one of his favorite ways to pamper him.

"And I will make sure that you always have a safe place to rest." His tone was as sweet as his smile.

Narinder, in the center of that hug, purred louder, feeling loved and complete. For a moment, the weight of the world disappeared, and there was only the love shared between them.

The bed became a warm nest of caresses and tenderness, where Narinder, Lambert and Goliath remained curled up for a long time. Narinder's soft purr mingled with the calm breathing of his companions, while Goliath's arms offered comforting strength and Lambert's cuddles added a touch of sweetness. That morning routine, which had already become customary, was their daily refuge, a sacred moment where nothing else mattered.

The sun had already reached its zenith when they finally decided to rise. Goliath stretched with a low roar and practically groomed himself, while Lambert fluffed his wool and adjusted his signature bell with precision. Narinder, for his part, smoothed his fur and adjusted his tunic. Once ready, they exchanged a last kiss before parting ways to face the day.

Lambert set off to meet with Sozonius, with whom he had plans to oversee the cult's tasks. Goliath, true to his warrior spirit, headed to the training camp, seeking to hone his skills. Narinder, however, opted for something more peaceful: a tour of the cult.

He started with the lumberyard and the stone mine, where he greeted the workers who bowed in respect upon seeing him. His presence, although imposing, was imbued with a warmth that motivated everyone to continue with their tasks.

Then he headed to the crops, observing with satisfaction that the resources had finally recovered after the chaos of his love's drunkenness. Everything looked orderly and in full growth.