Where Ashes and Oaths Collide

Chapter 11: Flesh Beneath the Oath

“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 inner walls tightened around his c**k. Luz’s entire body went rigid at her confession– his crimson eyes widening as he realized she was approaching orgasm. “No,” he breathed out harshly, though his voice cracked with strain. “Now yet– I don’t want this to end already.” But his body betrayed his words– his hips starting to move faster on instinct, chasing the release both of them were racing toward. “You are going to come around me so beautifully,” he groaned against her neck, biting gently at the sensitive skin there. “I am going to feel every pulse while I empty myself inside you.”

His movements became more urgent now– deep plunges followed by shallow teasing strokes designed to drive her higher. The wet sounds from below grew louder. “Luz, it’s– too much,” Amelia cried out and then her orgasm washed over her and her head fell back onto the pillow. The sight of her ecstasy triggered Luz’s own climax instantly. With a guttural shout that echoed against the tent canvas, he drives himself deep inside her one final time, his body locking up as he released in powerful spurts. “Yes– gods yes,” he gasped against her shoulder, his hot seed flooding her depths while her inner muscles milked every drop from him. “f**k– you are prefect.” The darkness within him seemed content for once– not hungry or aggressive but simple basking in the aftermath of shared pleasure.

Luz collapsed partially atop Amelia afterward but supported most of his weight on his elbows so as not to crust her completely. His breathing remained heavy as he pressed gentle kisses along her jawline and neck where earlier bite marks stood out faintly against her flushed skin. “I– I never thought–” Amelia started to say then swallowed loudly. “That it would feel so good.” Luz’s chest vibrated with a soft chuckle as he listened to her breathless admission. His crimson eyes softened significantly, the monster fading behind the warmth of the man she once knew. “It gets better,” he promised quietly, his voice carrying that familiar tender quality from years past. “Every time we connect like this– the pleasure builds until it becomes addictive.”

He rolled gently onto his side next to her on the cot, pulling the thin blanket up over both of their sweat-dampened bodies. The corruption on his chest continued its gentle pulsing rhythm now that both of them had found release. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he admitted, tracing idle patterns on her bare stomach with his fingertip. “Six years of fighting battles and killing enemies– but all I ever really wanted was moments like these with you.” His gaze drifted toward the tent flap nervously for a moment before returning to study her face intently. “Masa, from the bakery told me it was just a chore to get over with and that I would need a hot soak after for the friction,” Amelia said casually. “Guess it is different if you are in love.”

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Amelia recalled that conversation a few weeks ago, right after she learned that she was to marry Moldeador. It was late the afternoon when she walked into the bakery to buy a loaf of bread for dinner. The smell of freshy baked bread was calming. The inside of the bakery glowed with golden light due to the large stone oven, its fire glowing bright orange and gold, with sparks flickering outward, illuminating the rough stone wall behind it. The baker, Masa was holding a wooden baking paddle, angled slightly forward because she has just pulled fresh bread from the oven. Masa is an elderly woman; her face lined with age but bright with kindness and quiet pride. She has soft grey hair tucked beneath a simple cloth headscarf, and her gentle smile creates an immediate sense of comfort and familiarity. She was wearing a long-sleeve blouse, a worn brown apron and a sturdy dress suited for long hours of work. She stood behind a wooden table covered by baked goods– round loaves, braided breads and pastries.

“Good afternoon, deary. How can I help you?” Masa asked sweetly, her eyes crinkling as she smiled. “A loaf of bread please?” Amelia said politely. Masa nodded and turned to the freshly baked bread to wrap it in white paper. “I heard about your news deary. Congratulations,” Masa said conversationally. When Amelia didn’t answer Masa continued, “I was a little younger than you when I was married to my Cocer.” There was a tenderness, perhaps longing in her voice as she turned and handed Amelia the loaf of bread. Amelia handed her the appropriate amount of coins, but before she could turn to leave Masa continued, “Some advice dear. The things husbands and wife’s do… at night… that is just a chore to get over and done with. Something we woman do to keep our husbands happy. A good soak after and you will barely recall the discomfort.”

Amelia looked at her half-shocked half irritated. “Good day,” Amelia said and quickly left before she could receive any more unwanted advice. But the conversation had bugged her for a while afterwards. But now, laying here with Luz, she is just happy that Masa was wrong.