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In his heart there's a hole
There's a black mark on his soul
In his hands is my heart
And he won't let go till it's scarred
If someone would ask her what she was doing here, she wouldn’t be able to give a proper answer. A lot of time had passed and yet, she was still by his side after all those months.
She only saw his back for now but she could picture his face in front of her inner eye.He always had that look in his eyes. That look that told other people to run. That look that drew her in.
His stern face and hard features made other people scared of him. She had been scared of him in the beginning too but it didn’t take her long to see something more in those eyes. Behind all that hatred and anger was a sadness that was still present to this day.
Brash was currently talking to some of his soldiers, even yelling at them, throwing threats left and right. They were new recruits that probably didn’t know what exactly they had signed up for, scared shitless of him. They were right, he would kill them within a heartbeat if he had to. Especially because they had to do the night’s watch, if they fucked it up half the camp could be dead by tomorrow.
The knight had never been a good man. Never will be but Bright had accepted this. He might not even be good for her and yet, when he turned around and saw her, his features softened. Only after making sure no one was looking, of course.
He was the storm and the raging tide while she was the gentle breeze and an anchor. He was a beast and a hunter while she was the prey that had been running for too long, only finding peace in the arms of a monster.
She wouldn’t want it any other way. Too many things had happened. She had nothing left but him. They had been outlaws and were no more than mercenaries at this point. Mercenaries with their own army, a roof over their head and food on the table every day. It wasn’t too bad. He needed the thrill of the fight, his whole body was screaming out for blood. They had tried to live peacefully for a while but there had always been this edge, this bloodlust inside of him.
After he had snapped really badly at her at one point during their peaceful time, she decided that it couldn’t go on like that. He hadn’t hurt her or anything but she wouldn’t stand around and watch him crumble. With their abilities it hadn’t been hard to get hired. She would help with the soldier's wound as best as she could and he would...do what he always did.
Brash walked over to her, that smirk on his lips. His body looked impressive even without the heavy armor on him. She was leaning against the wooden post of their tent when he reached her, instantly towering over her rather small frame with his lean body. The darkness was all around them, only a few torches and the campfire further away lit up the area around them a little bit.
“You’ve been staring at me quite a bit, kitten,” he said and licked his lips with that telltale grin of his.
The redhead raised a challenging eyebrow at him. “Oh? I think you’re mistaken, I was looking at one of the fine new recruits you were yelling at.”
She had a hard time keeping a chuckle inside when she saw his features change, the grin fade and he instantly had that look in his face that said he would go and stab them right now while his jaw was clenched. Wouldn’t be the first time he killed someone she might fancy or that might fancy her.
“Don’t play with me like that,” he growled deeply at her and a cool shiver ran down her spine. His voice had been one of his features that had been drawing her in right from the beginning.
“Or what?” Her back was pressed roughly against the tent post when he stepped so close that not even a piece of paper would fit between them. She knew that she was playing with fire but right now, the burn was exactly what she wanted.
He had been gone all day while she had been cooped up in here at camp and for whatever reason, she always started to miss him after a few hours. They were used to spending everyday together, he would rarely leave her side, still thought she needed the protection. It was true that she wasn’t good at fighting but she would at least be able to stand her ground now and then. In the end, she was a runner and normal humans wouldn’t be able to catch her. Right now they were lucky that their tent was a little further off from the others so the chances of someone watching them was really low. Hearing though, was a whole other story, especially thinking about what was about to happen.
“Or I think I might need to remind you that you are mine.” His voice was so deep and she was able to hear the desire he had for her in it, saw it in his eyes too.
“Maybe you really need to remind me, Sir.”
He instantly put his hand on her hips and pulled her in roughly, forcing the kiss on her lips that she happily returned.
Brash had never been the sweetest or slow paced guy when it came to them. He took what he wanted and Bright was giving it to him willingly. The aura he had was drawing her in so much, she was barely able to say no to him. She might fight him for fun, be a little defiant to rile him up but then let him have it his way. Some people might call her crazy and she probably was for loving this man but how could she not if it felt so good?
He had no trouble picking her up, his strong arms wrapping around her without any struggle. While they were still kissing and he was biting her bottom so hard that it almost drew blood, he carried them inside, throwing her down almost carelessly on the cushions of their rather large sized bunk bed.
He wouldn’t hurt her on purpose though. The knight might look like some brute that didn’t care for anyone’s feelings but when they were alone she saw the different side of him that he wouldn’t show to anyone else.
A side I didn’t want right now.
The war was long and hard, there was enough stress to release and after missing him all day long, she wouldn’t want to let him go now. Who knew what would happen tomorrow, they had to make every moment count.
Bright watched him taking his armor off, licking her lips in anticipation, still tasting him.
“Like what you’re looking at, kitten?” he asked as he took his shirt off and she didn’t even realize she was really just goggling him a little too long. No need to show him how much she actually needed this right now even though he probably knew.
“Depends if you intend to get those muscles over here soon or if I have to go look for that fine recruit.”
It didn’t even take two seconds that he was on top of her, tearing at her shirt. It had taken a few tries in the beginning but by now he had figured out how to get it off her body without actually ripping it apart. It had been such a hassle to always buy new clothes.
“Don’t say things like that,” he mumbled and threw her shirt to the other side of the tent, then looking back at her exposed breasts. “I know you only want me.”
Before she could even start a weak attempt to tease him once again he closed his lips around one of her nipples, groping the free beast with his other hand.
The moan that escaped her mouth was enough to prove him right. No one else could make her feel like this.
She knew that he had blood on his hands, blood of many people and yet it felt so right when those same hands were wandering her body, groping her, teasing her, making her feel alive.
“So perfect,” he whispered against her skin as he was kissing down her stomach before getting rid of her pants and panties.
He always loved seeing her like this, completely naked lying in front of him, the area between her legs already glistening with the evidence just how much she wanted him.
Brash sat back on his knees and patted on the cushions before him. “Come here, little kitty.”
She didn’t even question it and just got up, moving over to him. He motioned to his pants and she got to work to open them, pushing them down as far as she was able to.
His cock was right in front of her face now and he just smirked at her with those mismatched eyes. They had done this so many times before and yet, she was still as excited.
“Better get to work. Wouldn’t want to punish you for my boredom...but then again, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He chuckled when she leaned forward and closed her lips around his thick length.
He let out a sinful sound when he felt the soft lips around his skin and his hand found a way in her hair. Bright started to move her head with only a slight motion of his hand, taking his member in and sucking on the tip. Over the time she had learned what he liked and was able to please him but it had involved a lot of teaching in the beginning.
The wet sounds fell from her lips while his hand was urging her to take it deeper, a chuckle leaving his throat when he heard her choke a little. Nothing she couldn’t handle but for some reason, it was making his cock only harder to hear her struggle like this.
The young woman's head was bobbing on his length while he had closed his eyes now, simply enjoying the feeling of her mouth on him until the moment he grabbed her hair and pulled her back a little rougher than she had expected. She hissed slightly and he raised an eyebrow at her, his grin wide on his lips.
“Any complaints?” he asked her and his grip on her hair loosened a little.
“No, Sir,” she replied and he chuckled, leaning forward to give her a gentle kiss.
“As expected. Such a good girl.” He bit her bottom lip when they parted, his breathing a little unstable.
Brash grabbed her hips and turned her around on the bunk, handling her as easily as someone would handle a toy. His strength was still impressive to her but then again, he was a Demonheart after all, gifted with strength while she had her speed. Something she wouldn’t need right now.
She was on all fours in front of him, looking back to watch him admire her body so she started to wiggle her ass for him, ready to take him.
A loud slap rang through their tent and she whimpered, the sharp pain shooting through her whole body. There would for sure be a handprint on her left butt cheek now.
“Don’t be so impatient, kitten. You’ll get what you want soon enough,” he said with a chuckle and ran his hand gently over the spot he just slapped. Some nearby soldiers probably heard that but that even made him more proud, they would all hear that Bright was his.
His other hand ran through her wet folds and he couldn’t keep the deep laugh inside. “You’re already dripping so much, such a naughty girl.”
“Only for you, Sir,” she replied and looked back at him, biting her bottom lip to stop herself from wiggling her ass again.
“I certainly hope so,” he huffed and pushed one of his calloused fingers inside of her, causing her to moan. Her head dropped forward on the cushions. His hands were big and calloused to even just the motion of one of his fingers inside her made her go crazy inside.
“Yes, purr for me,” he said under his breath, almost too quiet for her to hear.
It didn’t take long for him to push a second and a third finger inside, massaging her ass with his free hand, enjoying the moans that fell from her lips.
“Please,” she whined and he tilted his head a little.
“Hm?” he replied with his grin back. “You said something?”
“I want your cock,” she answered but her voice was muffled by the cushions.
Another loud slap made her wince, this time it was her other butt cheek. The amount of times he had been teasing her with spanking on their early journey certainly hadn’t been a joke. He really loved doing this and she loved it too. Not something she had expected but he always got some surprising things out of her.
Bright lifted her head and looked back at him, jaw clenching a little at the pain that was still running through her body. Pain that was making her feel alive.
“I want your cock,” she said a little louder now and he pulled his fingers out, sucking them dry before he let himself fall down on top of her, kicking his pants off in the process, his tip at her entrance now, dragging along her wet folds ever so slightly.
“And here I thought you knew how to address me properly,” he whispered to her ear before he nibbled at her neck where her dark scar was located. “Beg for it.”
“Please, Sir,” she said as she tried to push herself back on his cock but he was towering over her and had his body pressed so close against hers she barely had room to move at all.
He reached around her body, holding himself up with only one arm and using his free hand to place it around her mouth before running it slowly down to her neck. “Please what?”
“Please, Sir, fuck me with your cock. I need it, please,” she begged when she felt him squeeze her neck lightly.
“Very good kitten,” he replied with a deep chuckle right next to her ear before he let go of her neck and pushed her upper body down into the cushions, his hands finding her lips and with one swift movement, he was buried inside of her.
A loud, lustful moan left her mouth, loud enough to wake up any soldier that was sleeping nearby but they wouldn’t be foolish enough to come check what happened. They knew. It was a regular thing after all.
“Shit, your pussy always feels so good wrapped around me,” he breathed and treasured the moment for a moment, just buried deep inside of her.
Bright tried to wiggle her ass a little, getting him to move, causing him to laugh again but no slap followed this time.
Instead he pulled out almost completely just to force it back in, making her squeal. He always did this at first, long and strong thrusts that hit all the right spots inside of her and she loved every second of it.
Every time the tip of his cock hit her cervix she moaned loudly, not able to hold it in. Not even the cushions she held in front of her mouth were able to muffle the sound.
“Yes kitten, let them hear you’re mine, only mine.” After the words had fallen from his lips, he started to pound her from behind with a more steady rhythm, still strong thrusts but more regular.
It made her body shake and the wetness was dripping down her legs by now, her hands clawing at the sheets beneath them, trying to handle the size of him inside of her.
His breathing grew more ragged and for a moment he got a bit sloppy in his thrusts, making her whine when the rhythm changed for a second.
Their tent was filled with moans, grunting and skin slapping against skin now, sweat running down their bodies.
“Sir, please, I’m close,” she told him as a warning because she knew he loved when they both came at the same time.
He leaned forward so his chest was pressed against her sweaty back, his lips finding her shoulder, biting down hard on it and sucking while his thrusts grew even harder. He would leave a mark on her for sure, marking her as his but she wouldn’t want to have it any other way.
“Say my name,” he requested and pounded her faster, sweat dripping from his brow.
“Brash,” she breathed out, not really able to form a clear thought. “Please Brash, let me come.”
With that he gave a few more hard thrusts that caused her to fall over the edge, her insides starting to clench around him.
“Fuck,” he growled when his hot seed started to paint her from the inside, making her moan even louder.
Her whole body was shaking but she wasn’t able to move with him on top of her like this, he basically held her in position until he was done and after he made sure every last drop of his cum was inside of her.
Only then the knight rolled over to the side and slipped out of her, causing her body to collapse instantly.
Both were breathing hard for a moment without saying a word before his hand found the way to her ass once more, caressing it a little before a finger dipped inside of her again.
“I always love when your pussy is stuffed to the brink,” he chuckled and pulled his fingertip out, holding it in front of her face.
Without thinking about it she opened her mouth, letting him put his finger inside to suck it dry, swirling her finger around it longer than necessary.
A gentle smile formed on his lips when he saw her lay here, body exhausted and mind fogged but still with happiness in her eyes.
“You did well, my love,” he said and leaned forward to place a kiss on her forehead.
“Weren’t so bad yourself,” she mumbled and yawned a little.
“And back to being cocky, it sounds like the lesson was clear enough.” She giggled at his words before rolling a little close to him, snuggling against his bare skin.
“Loud and clear, Sir. I’m yours and only yours,” she replied and kissed his jaw.
Brash laughed briefly before he pulled the sheets over them.
“That’s my kitten.
He's the fire in the sin
And I burn breathing him in
Now it's love suicide
And I sell my soul for the high