Chains of Vengeance

Chapter 158: Love Evil

Warning: Romantic Sex

The bustle of the outside began to filter into the room. The voices of the adepts and the clanking of tools echoed as the sun slowly rose in the sky.

Goliath opened one eye, groaning in annoyance. "Ugh, don't they know what it means to get a little more sleep?" he protested, stretching heavily.

Lambert, still curled up in Narinder's embrace, let out a soft yawn before replying in a playful tone, "Not everyone has the luxury of being a grumpy morning, Goliath. Some have responsibilities."

Narinder, for his part, remained calm between them, purring softly. He barely registered his lovers' words; he only heard the rhythm of their voices, different melodies that blended together in perfect harmony for him.

Lambert gently caressed Narinder's chest before adding, in a tone full of enthusiasm, "Also, do you remember that today is the big day? Everything is finally ready for the wedding."

Goliath raised an eyebrow, somewhat bewildered. "All this fuss just for that? In my world, a circle of worshipers, a little dance, a kiss... and voila, marriage sealed."

Narinder, half awake, blinked in surprise. "Wait... today is the day?"

Lambert let out a soft chuckle and kissed Narinder's cheek tenderly. "Of course! Nari deserves the best of the best. We will spare nothing."

Goliath, seeing the gesture, felt a pang of jealousy. Without thinking, he leaned down and kissed Narinder's other cheek, as if he were not to be outdone.

Narinder, caught between the love of both, felt his heart about to melt. He wrapped his arms around Lambert and Goliath, pulling them even closer to him. "How can you love me so much?" he murmured, his voice filled with emotion and happiness.

Lambert smiled and stroked Narinder's fine fur. "Because you are the center of everything, Nari. And by the way, Goliath, we have a lot to do. You are going to take a nice bath, we will smooth out your fur, and you will be the most radiant of all!"

Goliath snorted, crossing his arms. "How annoying... I would rather spend the whole day with Narinder. Just the two of us."

Narinder, smiling sweetly, pulled them closer in a warm embrace. "I'm sorry, my goat. But the lamb is staying too. It's my special day too, and I want to spend it with the two of you by my side."

Tenderly, Narinder kissed Lambert's forehead, then Goliath's, and held them tightly. Between the chaos outside and the love that surrounded him, he felt completely at peace. In that moment, he knew he needed nothing but them.

After a while of petting and loving words, the three finally decided to get up and go about their morning routines. Lambert took his favorite brush and began to fluff his white wool with dedication. Each stroke of the brush left his fur spotless, as if it were a cloud of cotton, and he finished off with a soft spray of his signature camellia perfume, which filled the room with a sweet and relaxing aroma.

Narinder, true to his practical style, snapped his fingers to magically clean himself from head to toe. With another snap, a brush appeared in his hand, and with slow but precise movements, he began to smooth his black fur, letting it shine with an understated elegance.

Goliath, on the other hand, limited himself to licking the palm of his hand and taming the messier strands of his gray fur. He had no patience for elaborate rituals; Their gestures were simple and effective, though their disheveled style had a certain charm that Narinder and Lambert found endearing.

Ready, Lambert and Goliath put on their cloaks and bells, while Narinder snapped his fingers once more to magically iron and perfume (with oak scent) his white robe with red accents, leaving it spotless. With elegance, the three of them left the house, ready to face the day.