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LDS ch4part1
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Nicholas barely opened his eyes after a long nightmare. It had been a week since he needed to check the time, but out of habit he glanced at his alarm clock. The nightstand was empty, for Nicholas had smashed the clock with his own hands.
The helpless middle-aged man could not remember how much he had been tormented by his sons. He could only vaguely remember being squeezed to the point of coming. He could not remember which one of them had pushed him into the bathroom, cleaned him up, and wrapped him in a fluffy blanket. Because there was no way his body would have cleaned itself.
Slowly coming to his senses, Nicholas remembered what he'd been dreaming about and hugged the blankets tightly. It was a scary dream. In the dream, Logan and Dustin had disappeared. They did not travel far, but literally vanished before his eyes in a puff of smoke, leaving no trace.
In a panic, Nicholas tried in vain to call them, only to be greeted in his dreams by monsters. Green, scaly hands, presumably those of a Cordollion, grabbed his arms and legs. Nicholas was terrified, but then he realized that his missing children had returned, and with a trembling voice he called out the names of his two sons.
Then he was met by reptilian eyes flashing gold. Where a human face should have been, there was the face of a monster. And that's when Nicholas finally awoke from the nightmare, drenched, just in time to see the face of his sons' monster.
When asked to describe what the monsters looked like, Nicholas was left with a vague, indescribable image. All he could remember was that their faces resembled a distorted creature rather than a human. Even that faded as he awoke and the hours passed.
"Ugh..."
Feeling a burning thirst, Nicholas sat up groggily, an ache coursing through his body. There were bite marks on his shoulders, forearms, and even his inner thighs, as well as his swollen nipples. Everywhere. He shifted to get out of bed, but soon a burning sensation rose in his lower abdomen.
Nicholas ignored it. He opened the door and headed for the kitchen. On the narrow porch, Logan could be seen spreading out his wet clothes. It looked like the dreaded rainy season was finally over.
What should I do?
It was an unusually sunny day, but oddly enough, Nicholas was not happy about it. The world had come to an end, and the surviving humans had committed lascivious and immoral acts in the wake of the collapse of the moral code. Now he was not even ashamed to show his naked body in front of his son, which bore the marks of lust, and what use was a sunny day?
In desperation, Nicholas ignored his eldest son and opened the refrigerator door. There was water inside, but it was lukewarm because the electricity hadn't been turned on for days.
He was still a little dazed as he poured the water into a cup. It was only when the water touched his parched throat that Nicholas finally snapped out of it, sending shivers down his spine. He glanced at his son, who was doing his business on the porch. There was fear in his eyes.
He was suddenly afraid that his son might be spying on him as he drank water - with those greedy gleams in his eyes.
No. In reality, Logan was so engrossed in his laundry. He wasn't paying any attention to his father in the kitchen.
A sinking feeling filled Nicholas' stomach. He'd had a nightmare about losing both of his sons, but now that he was awake, he couldn't even look them in the eye. He was afraid of those eyes.
Nicholas still loved his sons, but only as father and son. He couldn't stand the way they looked at him as a s*xual object.
"You're up?"
Logan asked casually as he came in after finishing the laundry.
Nicholas looked at him right away. He hadn't noticed because the house was always dark due to the rainy weather, but his son looked completely different. The innocent face of the young man was gone, replaced by a piercing look in his eyes.
It wasn't the face of an ugly monster from his dream. It was more on the handsome side. Sure, Logan's face was entering a realm beyond the grasp of human aesthetics, but the sharpness of his eyes and the corners of his mouth gave him an elegant appearance.
Nicholas gulped a chunk of saliva. This was so strange. How could he feel the same way about his eldest son that he usually felt about wolves and eagles, that they were good-looking? Nicholas was attracted to his son and it was uncomfortable. But the fact that he felt the same way about him as he did about other non-human animals only added to his confusion.
When Nicholas didn't answer, Logan sat down on the couch and stared at him. Nicholas felt compelled to sit down with his son, but he stood firmly where he was. He didn't even know what to say. It had been so long since they'd looked at each other in such a peaceful state that it was strange.
"Are you ready to talk?"
Nicholas didn't want to lose face as the head of the household, so he tried to remain as calm as possible and carry on a casual conversation without mentioning a word about what had happened yesterday. Logan nodded.
"I'm ready."
Once they had an unspoken agreement not to pounce, Nicholas sat down next to his son. Not literally next to him, but one seat away, as close as he would allow for now. On the contrary, Logan's side of the table pulled back a little more, as if he didn't want his father so close.
"Where did Dustin go?"
"He went foraging, not long ago."
"I see."
Nicholas asked cautiously about his younger son's well-being. He had an endless list of questions he wanted to ask, but he didn't know where to begin. He knew that if he let his emotions get the best of him, he'd end up saying more than he could possibly say. So he tried to keep his emotions in check.
"How are you feeling?"
"...Not really good, I guess."
"Oh."
Logan clicked his tongue briefly, his handsome but grim face wrinkled with incontinence. Instead of feeling guilty for making his father's condition worse, Logan was thinking about whether the old man could eat raw meat and how they would get a fire going to cook without gas.
Instead of empathy, Logan thought about how to fix the situation. Once he was intoxicated with pheromones and accelerated into a Cordollian male, he would think like a Cordollian. The first thing Logan began to forget was his compassion for his father. He had expressed regret, as he had when he was human, but he wasn't really sorry.
"It couldn't be helped, it had to be done."
"What the hell does that even mean?! What you did to me was..."
"Dad."
Logan's calm reply raised Nicholas' voice. The boy cut off his father's emotional outburst and stared at him wordlessly. For a moment, Nicholas felt overwhelmed by the gaze and fell silent, unable to answer.
"You don't understand, I know. You're not a mutant like us, so you can't... Oh, I really don't know how to explain this."
Telling his old man the simple fact that "the world has been invaded by the Cordollians and they want eggs" was not going to solve this problem. But does that mean Logan has to tell him a good-sounding lie? That kind of solution would be short-lived.
"Tell me the truth," Nicholas demanded.
"Have you met any other Cordollions besides us?"
"I have... No, I haven't met them. I have seen them."
"The world has been invaded."
"I know that, Logan."
"We have no power. We have to do as they say."
"I don't see that has anything to do with that thing... Those monsters... they want you to r*pe your own father?"
Nicholas responded to his son's dull tone with a look of exhilaration. It was an expected reaction. Logan, who had blinked unusually little since his transformation, stared at his father and nodded.
"Yes."
The helpless middle-aged man could not remember how much he had been tormented by his sons. He could only vaguely remember being squeezed to the point of coming. He could not remember which one of them had pushed him into the bathroom, cleaned him up, and wrapped him in a fluffy blanket. Because there was no way his body would have cleaned itself.
Slowly coming to his senses, Nicholas remembered what he'd been dreaming about and hugged the blankets tightly. It was a scary dream. In the dream, Logan and Dustin had disappeared. They did not travel far, but literally vanished before his eyes in a puff of smoke, leaving no trace.
In a panic, Nicholas tried in vain to call them, only to be greeted in his dreams by monsters. Green, scaly hands, presumably those of a Cordollion, grabbed his arms and legs. Nicholas was terrified, but then he realized that his missing children had returned, and with a trembling voice he called out the names of his two sons.
Then he was met by reptilian eyes flashing gold. Where a human face should have been, there was the face of a monster. And that's when Nicholas finally awoke from the nightmare, drenched, just in time to see the face of his sons' monster.
When asked to describe what the monsters looked like, Nicholas was left with a vague, indescribable image. All he could remember was that their faces resembled a distorted creature rather than a human. Even that faded as he awoke and the hours passed.
"Ugh..."
Feeling a burning thirst, Nicholas sat up groggily, an ache coursing through his body. There were bite marks on his shoulders, forearms, and even his inner thighs, as well as his swollen nipples. Everywhere. He shifted to get out of bed, but soon a burning sensation rose in his lower abdomen.
Nicholas ignored it. He opened the door and headed for the kitchen. On the narrow porch, Logan could be seen spreading out his wet clothes. It looked like the dreaded rainy season was finally over.
What should I do?
It was an unusually sunny day, but oddly enough, Nicholas was not happy about it. The world had come to an end, and the surviving humans had committed lascivious and immoral acts in the wake of the collapse of the moral code. Now he was not even ashamed to show his naked body in front of his son, which bore the marks of lust, and what use was a sunny day?
In desperation, Nicholas ignored his eldest son and opened the refrigerator door. There was water inside, but it was lukewarm because the electricity hadn't been turned on for days.
He was still a little dazed as he poured the water into a cup. It was only when the water touched his parched throat that Nicholas finally snapped out of it, sending shivers down his spine. He glanced at his son, who was doing his business on the porch. There was fear in his eyes.
He was suddenly afraid that his son might be spying on him as he drank water - with those greedy gleams in his eyes.
No. In reality, Logan was so engrossed in his laundry. He wasn't paying any attention to his father in the kitchen.
A sinking feeling filled Nicholas' stomach. He'd had a nightmare about losing both of his sons, but now that he was awake, he couldn't even look them in the eye. He was afraid of those eyes.
Nicholas still loved his sons, but only as father and son. He couldn't stand the way they looked at him as a s*xual object.
"You're up?"
Logan asked casually as he came in after finishing the laundry.
Nicholas looked at him right away. He hadn't noticed because the house was always dark due to the rainy weather, but his son looked completely different. The innocent face of the young man was gone, replaced by a piercing look in his eyes.
It wasn't the face of an ugly monster from his dream. It was more on the handsome side. Sure, Logan's face was entering a realm beyond the grasp of human aesthetics, but the sharpness of his eyes and the corners of his mouth gave him an elegant appearance.
Nicholas gulped a chunk of saliva. This was so strange. How could he feel the same way about his eldest son that he usually felt about wolves and eagles, that they were good-looking? Nicholas was attracted to his son and it was uncomfortable. But the fact that he felt the same way about him as he did about other non-human animals only added to his confusion.
When Nicholas didn't answer, Logan sat down on the couch and stared at him. Nicholas felt compelled to sit down with his son, but he stood firmly where he was. He didn't even know what to say. It had been so long since they'd looked at each other in such a peaceful state that it was strange.
"Are you ready to talk?"
Nicholas didn't want to lose face as the head of the household, so he tried to remain as calm as possible and carry on a casual conversation without mentioning a word about what had happened yesterday. Logan nodded.
"I'm ready."
Once they had an unspoken agreement not to pounce, Nicholas sat down next to his son. Not literally next to him, but one seat away, as close as he would allow for now. On the contrary, Logan's side of the table pulled back a little more, as if he didn't want his father so close.
"Where did Dustin go?"
"He went foraging, not long ago."
"I see."
Nicholas asked cautiously about his younger son's well-being. He had an endless list of questions he wanted to ask, but he didn't know where to begin. He knew that if he let his emotions get the best of him, he'd end up saying more than he could possibly say. So he tried to keep his emotions in check.
"How are you feeling?"
"...Not really good, I guess."
"Oh."
Logan clicked his tongue briefly, his handsome but grim face wrinkled with incontinence. Instead of feeling guilty for making his father's condition worse, Logan was thinking about whether the old man could eat raw meat and how they would get a fire going to cook without gas.
Instead of empathy, Logan thought about how to fix the situation. Once he was intoxicated with pheromones and accelerated into a Cordollian male, he would think like a Cordollian. The first thing Logan began to forget was his compassion for his father. He had expressed regret, as he had when he was human, but he wasn't really sorry.
"It couldn't be helped, it had to be done."
"What the hell does that even mean?! What you did to me was..."
"Dad."
Logan's calm reply raised Nicholas' voice. The boy cut off his father's emotional outburst and stared at him wordlessly. For a moment, Nicholas felt overwhelmed by the gaze and fell silent, unable to answer.
"You don't understand, I know. You're not a mutant like us, so you can't... Oh, I really don't know how to explain this."
Telling his old man the simple fact that "the world has been invaded by the Cordollians and they want eggs" was not going to solve this problem. But does that mean Logan has to tell him a good-sounding lie? That kind of solution would be short-lived.
"Tell me the truth," Nicholas demanded.
"Have you met any other Cordollions besides us?"
"I have... No, I haven't met them. I have seen them."
"The world has been invaded."
"I know that, Logan."
"We have no power. We have to do as they say."
"I don't see that has anything to do with that thing... Those monsters... they want you to r*pe your own father?"
Nicholas responded to his son's dull tone with a look of exhilaration. It was an expected reaction. Logan, who had blinked unusually little since his transformation, stared at his father and nodded.
"Yes."
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