Lahat ng Kabanata ng Where Ashes and Oaths Collide: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

“Let me heat how much you love having me inside you.” Luz’s thrusts became more confident now– still controlled but with increasing dept and speed. Each movement was designed to maximize friction against Amelia’s most sensitive spots, judging by the way her body responded beneath him. “That’s it,” he praised gruffly as another moan escaped her lips. “Show me how good it feels when I fill you completely.” The darkness within his seemed to feed on his every word, reacting to the power dynamic shifting between them– from gentle lover to dominant claimant. Yet there was still tenderness underlying everything he did; every kiss placed along her neck or shoulder carried that familiar affection from years past. “I am not going to last much longer if you keep making noises like that,” he wanted playfully between breaths. “Six years of dreaming about this– and you are already pushing me toward the edge.”“I– I feel something too,” Amelia said breathless. “Something is coming…” her inn

“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 h

The sounds of Corrompido guards stirring outside the tent instantly snapped Luz’s mind back to reality– six years of conditioned reflexes kicking in immediately. His body tensed instinctively while his crimson eyes darted toward Amelia still sleeping peacefully in his arms. ‘Shit, shit, shit, shit’ he glanced down at himself– still naked except for the white ribbon around his wrist– and then at her equally undressed form curled against him. The evidence of their night together was obvious everywhere– dried cum stained the bedrolls, marks on both their bodies from passionate lovemaking. Luz’s heart hammered against his ribs as panic set in briefly before being ruthlessly suppressed.Carefully– so carefully he barely breathed– he began disentangling himself from Amelia without waking her. As he stood up her noticed black veins on her lowed abdomen, right below her belly button. The marks were like thin spider webs. The sight of it sent a cold wave of dread through his entire be

As Luz left the tent, Amelia quietly moved to get dressed, putting on the grey button-up shirt and the brown trousers she wore the night before. She heard talking coming from outside the tent and listened closely to what they were saying. Then she suddenly heard a click beside her and when she turned her head, a tall intimidating man in obsidian armour stood in the corner of the tent, watching her closely. The lantern in the tent illuminated his face and the upper portion of his armour. His skin is pale, contrasted by subtle shadows that deepen the contours of his have. His red eyes seemed so stare right into her soul– unblinking and filled with cold focused intensity. Long, black hair fell past his shoulders, framing his face unevenly making him look battle hardened.Before she could speak, he spoke. “You must be Luz’s girl. I am Mestre Escuro.” The name caught her off guard. She immediately recognized him as the king of the Corrompido, the one who took Luz from her. “Oh– he

“Don’t,” Luz snarled, the word sharp and dangerous. “Don’t ever repeat what he said to you. You have no idea what you are inviting.” His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper, his face inches from Amelia’s. “Mestre Escuro is not fighting for anything noble or honourable. He is fighting to break the world apart piece by piece until there is nothing left but ash and shadow. And he thinks–” Luz broke off, his jaw clenching as he visibly fought to contain the surge of emotions threatening to overwhelm him. “The only reason I am still here is because of you,” he forced out through gritted teeth, the confession tearing at his carefully constructed façade. “He sees you as leverage– a reminder of everything I lost and everything I am supposed to be protecting.”His gauntleted hands trembles as they hovered near Amelia’s face, desperate to touch her but unable to risk it. “That is why he was ‘polite’– because having you around keeps me from falling completely apart during missions like