Chapter 10: A Knight, Unbound

“Stop asking nicely,” Luz commanded roughly, his hands gripping Amelia’s thighs firmly. “I want to hear you beg for it.” His crimson eyes devoured the sight of her naked beneath him– her pale skin flushed pink from excitement, her red hair fanned out across the cot pillows. The black veins on his chest pulsed aggressively as the darkness within him fed on his mounting arousal. With deliberate slowness, he unbuttoned his brown trousers and kicked them aside. His erection sprang free– thick, hard, and veined with dark arteries that mirrored the black veins crawling up his abdomen. Pre-cum beaded at the tip as he positioned himself between her legs. “Please,” Amelia said softly and spread her legs apart more.

The soft plea from her lips was Luz’s undoing. All semblance of restraint evaporated as he watched her offer herself so completely. A guttural sound tore from his throat– a mix of reverence and pure animal need– as he aligned himself with her entrance. “Say it again,” he rasped, his voice thick with urgency. “I need to hear you say my name while you are begging me to fill you.” His crimson eyes were locked on hers, pupils blown wide as the black veins on his abdomen glowed fiercely. The darkness inside him seemed to sense the imminent release of tensions– its influence over Luz’s body growing stronger with each passing second. “You have no idea what you are doing to me,” he confessed between clenched teeth, the head of his cock nudging against her wet folds. “Six years I have dreamed of this– of sinking into you until we both forget our own names.”

“Luz,” Amelia said softly and cupped his cheek. “Just... be gently. It is my first time.” The admission surprised him and for a moment, the predatory hunger in his crimson eyes softened into something more tender– a glimpse of the young man he used to be peeking through the façade. “Gentle,” he repeated softly, leaning into her touch. “Of course. I should have known…” his hands gentled immediately, one stroking through her red hair while the other traced slow circles on her hip. “Your first time should be perfect,” he murmured against her forehead. His voice laced with guilt. “Not some brutal claiming by a monster in a tent behind enemy lines.” He guided himself carefully into position again– slower this time– his breathing controlled despite the raw need evident in every muscle of his body. Considering how Amelia thought her first time would go, being with Luz felt more like a dream than a nightmare.

“This is perfect,” she said softly. “Because it is with you.” She moved her hand to the back of his head and pulled him down for another kiss. The kiss was softer this time– deeper, more intimate. Luz melted into it completely, his body responding to the genuine tenderness in her touch. His hands moved from her hips to frame her face gently, cradling her as if she was something precious and fragile. “Prefect,” he echoed against her lips, the word a reverent whisper. “You are always right when it comes to us.” As he spoke, the tip of his cock pressed slowly into her– gentle at first, allowing her body time to adjust to the feeling of being stretched around him. Amelia gasped softly as the intrusion.

The black veins on his chest pulsed rhythmically now instead of aggressively as if the darkness within him was focused on channelling pleasure rather than consumption. “You feel incredible,” he breathed out between kisses as he pushed another inch deeper. “Warm and tight around me– just how I imagined.” His movement remained careful– deliberately shallow thrusts meant to build sensation gradually rather than overwhelm her. “I– I feel so full. It feels weird,” Amelia said with a soft voice. Luz’s movements stilled instantly at the uncertainty in her voice. His crimson eyes searching her face anxiously, scanning for any sign of discomfort beyond simple novelty. “Weird, good or weird bad?” he asked quietly, his tone shifting from predatory to caregiver.

One hand came up to stroke her red hair soothingly while the other rested on her hip reassuringly. “Talk to me– tell me what you are feeling.” Her well-being was clearly his priority despite the arousal evident in every tense line of his body. “If it hurts to much,” he added softly. “I can stop. We don’t have to rush this.” Amelia shook her head lightly and quickly replied, “No, don’t stop.” Her voice was laced with embarrassment. “It just feels like there is this pressure. But it doesn’t hurt and it doesn’t feel bad.” Relief flooded Luz’s features at her reassurance. The tension in his shoulders eased as he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead.

“Pressure is normal,” he murmured against her skin, his voice dropping to that familiar comforting register she remembered from years past. “Your body is adjusting to having me inside you. Just breathe through it.” His movements became slower still– almost lazy now– as he began rocking his hips in shallow, deliberate strokes. Each motion sent waves of friction through their connected bodies, the wet sounds filling the quiet tent space. “You are doing so well,” he praised softly, watching her expressions closely for any sign of distress. “Look at how perfectly you take me. Tell me what else you feel.” Amelia started breathing harder. “I– I don’t– know,” she said and then a soft moan escaped her lips. “I– I think– it feels good.” The sound of her moan sent a visible tremor through him; his crimson eyes darkened with satisfaction as he processed the confession– that she was finding pressure in this union despite the initial strangeness.

“Good,” he rasped, his own breathing growing heavier. “That is exactly what I wanted to hear.” His movements shifted slightly– deeper now but still cautious, allowing her to feel the full length of him sliding against her sensitive walls. The wet noises intensified as pre-ejaculate mixed with her natural lubrication. With every thrust, he watched Amelia’s beautiful face contort with ecstasy. “You are so responsive,” he praised, his voice thick with arousal. “The way you react to my touch– it is driving me insane. Keep making those sounds for me,” he commanded softly but firmly. “Let me heat how much you love having me inside you.” His thrusts became more confident now– still controlled but with increasing dept and speed.