Chapter 14: Marked by Iron and Will

“Tell me you belong to me,” Luz demanded roughly, nipping along Amelia’s jawline. “Say it while I am buried so deep inside your sweet cunt.” Amelia started moaning louder. “Yours,” she muttered out, struggling to speak due to the building pleasure in her core. The single word– “Yours”– was all it took to shatter Luz’s remaining control completely. His crimson eyes flashed with feral triumph as he heard her claim herself aloud despite the pleasure overwhelming her senses. “Gods yes,” he snarled against her neck, pounding into her harder and faster now. “Say it again while I fill you up completely– while you feel every drop of my cum flooding your womb.”

Luz’s grip on her red hair tightened possessively while his other hand clamped down on her hip to keep her pinned against his relentless thrusts. “Mine,” he growled again primitively as his release approached rapidly. “Ahhh, Luz!” Amelia cried out as her body shook from her pending orgasm. Hearing his name cry out from her lips during climax was the ultimate trigger for Luz’s own release. With a final brutal thrust that drove him ball-deep inside her, he came with a guttural roar– hot jets of cum flooding her already overflowing channel while his body seized up completely. “Fuck! Yes!” he shouted through clenched teeth as waves of ecstasy crashed over him relentlessly. The crimson glow in his eyes intensified dramatically while the black veins across his entire torse pulsed erratically with the sheer force of their combined orgasm.

Both of them trembled violently against each other– Luz’s powerful frame shaking from the intensity of emptying himself so thoroughly into Amelia’s welcoming heat. His arms locked around her possessively as if afraid she might disappear if he let go even for a second. “I am going to stay inside you all night,” he panted into her ear once their breathing began to regulate slightly. “I… I don’t know if I will last that long,” Amelia muttered breathless. Luz’s lips curved into a satisfied smirk at her breathless admission. He pulled out slowly, deliberately, letting her feel every inch of withdrawal before sliding back in just as leisurely. “Good,” he murmured against her neck, placing soft kisses along the damp skin there.

“You should be tired– you have earned it.” His crimson eyes softened considerably as he looked down at her flushed face– taking in the post-orgasm glow and the way her body still trembled from the aftershocks. “You rest then,” he decided, shifting them both so he was spooning behind her protectively. “I will keep watch.” His arm draped possessively over her waist while his other hand found the white ribbon on his wrist– trailing along its faded edges reverently.

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Outside Luz’s tent, Salvaxe stood listening to the sounds of lovemaking. He had an unreadable expression on his face as he waited. Once the grunts and cried of pleasure died down and the inside of the tent went quiet, Salvaxe turned and made his way to his own tent. Once inside his tent, he went to stand over a black cauldron. The cauldron is worn and textured, with engraved markings along its surface. Inside is a clear liquid. With practical efficiency Salvaxe picked up several grass vials on a table beside the cauldron and he started pouring unknown liquids, herbs and powders into the cauldron. The liquid inside started to boil and became a vivid green potion, emitting thick, swirling vapours that rise in twisting tendrils. the liquid began casting an unnatural green glow. A hooded figure, their appearance shrouded in shadow, appeared in the smoke of the potion. “Salvaxe,” a female voice greeted. “Escuridade,” Salvaxe greeted back. “I have a progress report for Mestre Escuro.” There was a moment of silence before Escuridade spoke, “Go on.” Salvaxe shifted slightly and sighed while he spoke, “The girl has appeared.” His voice sounded irritated. “She is with him right now?” Escuridade asked. “Yes,” Salvaxe responded immediately. “I will tell Mestre Escuro,” Escuridade said and the figure in the smoke disappeared. Salvaxe splashed a liquid into the cauldron, and it returned to its previous state. He looked into the clear liquid for a moment longer before turning to leave.

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The next morning as the sun rose a knight called Tiro Recto, looked down at the makeshift encampment from a cliff on the mountain. Behind him another knight, Bonito Sorriso, struggled to climb up onto the cliff. His struggle was comedic and rather loud, but Tiro’s gaze remained fixed on the black tents scattered among the tombstones. “How on Terra did you get up here so early?” Bonito asked as he stood up and brushed dirty of his armour. Both knights were wearing ornate, gleaming gold armour that reflects the soft, diffused light of the sky. Their armour is intricately detailed with engraved patterns and layered plates, common for Santo knight– a royal order of knights, committed to keeping the darkness at bay.

Tiro was crouched low on one knee at the edge of the cliff. He has long, dark wavy hair that falls around his face and shoulders. His expression was focused and intense as he tracked the movement of Corrompido in the valley below. In his left hands, he held a finely crafted bow, with an arrow nocked and ready. A quiver full of arrows is strapped across his back. Bonito stepped closed to the edge of the cliff and looked down at the encampment. “A graveyard? How typical of Corrompido,” he commented. Bonito has short tousled blond hair and a clean, composed face. A long, white cape flows from his shoulders, draping behind him and catching the light breeze. On his belt, he has a long sword sheaved in a scabbard.

Tiro remained quiet. “The commander wants us back at Cidade dos escravos,” Bonito said casually. “Apparently we are to prepare for siege.” Tiro stood up and turned to Bonito. “So we are to sit behind the mighty walls of Cidade dos escravos and wait? We could slaughter them all here and now…” he said in a calm but angry tone of voice. “Orders are orders,” Bonito said and looked down at the encampment once again. “But it would be fun to just blow up this mountain and burry them in rubble, wouldn’t it?” a small smile formed on his face at the mental image in his mind, before turning back to the point where he climbed up. “Too bad, not following orders is a big no, no.”