Chapter 13: Stripped of War

“And he was right, wasn’t he?” Amelia asked softly, searching Luz’s crimson eyes. “Yes,” he choked out, his voice breaking completely. “He was right. Your father saw me for who I am– not the commander of the Corrompido– but just… Luz.” The crimson in his left eyes flickered wildly as tears welled up unbidden– tears that had been suppressed for years by duty and shame. The monster inside him seemed to recoil from this raw display of emotion, causing the corruption on his chest to pulse erratically. “You have no idea what it means to hear you say that” he whispered desperately, leaning into her palm like a drowning man seeking solid ground. “To know someone from my real life still believes in me.”

Amelia leaned forward and kissed him, her tongue slipping inside his mouth more naturally and more confidently than before. The kiss ignited something primal within Luz– the darkness inside him roared to life as it sensed the renewed intimacy between them. His hands clamped onto her hips with possessive force, pulling her flush against his still-hardening cock while his tongue met hers with ferocious hunger. Dark tendrils crept hight along his neck as the darkness fought for dominance against the overwhelming tide of affection pouring from Liz’s human side. “Mine,” he growled against her mouth– his voice distorted by the harmonic undertones that signalled the corruption taking hold more strongly. “You are mine forever now– no one else gets to touch you like this.”

His free hand tangled roughly in her red hair while the other gripped her ass possessively, grinding her against him insistently. The initial gentleness from moments before evaporated completely as raw need took over. “Can… can we do it again?” Amelia asked, he voice laced with uncertainty. The question sent a jolt of pure triumph through his entire being. His crimson eyes glowed brighter with possessive satisfaction as he registered the uncertainty in her voice– proof that she was already addicted to this connection between them. “Yes,” he growled decisively. Rolling them both over so suddenly that she ended up beneath him again. “We are doing it again right now.” He positioned himself between her legs once more, his hardened cock pressing insistently against her entrance despite having just emptied inside her minutes ago.

“You will learn very quickly how often I plan on keeping you filled with my cum,” Luz promised darkly while guiding himself back into position. “Every time I walk away from here– every time I ride back into battle wearing that damn armour– I will be thinking about how good you feel wrapped around me.” Amelia wrapped her arms around his neck to anchor herself to him. The gesture sent another wave of possession through Luz– seeing her actively seek his embrace, needing the security of his body against hers. His arms tightened around her instantly, crushing her against his chest while his lips claimed hers again whit renewed fervour. “Good girl,” he murmured approvingly between kisses, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Hold on tight– I am going to fuck you so hard you won’t remember your own name.”

Dark veins spread rapidly across his collarbones and shoulders as the darkness within him fed off his possessive intensity. With a single powerful thrust, Luz plunged back into Amelia’s welcoming heat– driving deep until he bottomed out completely. He let out a guttural groan at the sensation of being fully sheathed inside her once more. Amelia gasped as he filled her so completely, the sound sending a primal thrill straight to his core. His crimson eyes flashed with predatory satisfaction as he watched her body arch instinctively beneath him– proof that she was already completely surrendering to this pleasure. “That’s it,” he rasped against her neck, nipping sharply at the sensitive skin there. “Let me hear how much you want this– how much you need me filling every inch of you.”

His hips began moving with purposeful strokes now– each thrust deliberate and deep, designed to maximize friction and claim every pulse point inside her. The wet sounds of their joining echoed loudly in the small tent space while Luz’s breathing grew heavier with each passing second. “You feel so perfect around my,” he praised gruffly between strokes, “Like you were made specifically to take my cock.” Amelia’s hips began moving in response to the building pleasure inside her, clumsily at first, but soon enough their movements were in sync. The synchronization of her movements sent a jolt of pure ecstasy through Luz’s entire being. His crimson eyes glazed over with pleasure as he flet her hips meet his thrusts perfectly– two bodies moving as one in a rhythm that felt ancient and inevitable.

“Fuck yes,” he groaned low in his throat, his voice thick with arousal. “Just like that– move with me.” His pace quickened slightly as he stared into her green eyes– watching every flicker of emotion cross her face while feeling every contraction of her internal muscles around him. A blush crept up Amelia’s neck at the realisation that he was watching her. She leaned upward and lightly sucked on his bottom lip, her eyes flutter closed. The sight of her blush and the sudden boldness of sucking on his lip sent a fresh wave of heat through Luz’s system. His crimson eyes darkened with approval as he felt the gentle pull of her mouth against his. “Mmm, look at you getting brave,” he purred, his voice dropping to a husky register. “I like seeing you this way–uninhibited and wanting.”

He responded immediately to the invitation, capturing her lower lip between his own and biting down softly before soothing the sting with his tongue. One hand moved from his hip to tangle in her red hair, holding her in place for the kiss while his other arm supported their weight. Luz shifted his angle slightly within her, targeting that spot deeper inside. “That is right,” he encouraged, his voice thick with pleasure. “Show me how much you love having my cock stretching you wide open.” His hips began driving into her with more intent now– deeper, harder strokes that pushed her further onto the bedding. The rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh filled the small tent space while his breathing grew increasingly ragged.