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A golden calm settled over them, now that the knight’s dark hunger had been sated.

Umbra stroked Esra’s hair lazily, admiring the way it slipped between his fingers like black silk. And then he smoothed a hand over Esra’s skin, the long line of him, over the curve of his shoulder and down his back, and then up again. That calming touch; it felt so warm and luxurious that it seemed to ease out the tension and the pain.

Esra could feel sleep tugging at the edges of his consciousness, being lulled into a gentle languor in the knight’s arms.

He expected Umbra to release his hold and fall to sleep himself... but he didn’t.

Instead, he grazed on the youth’s body in an absent sort of way, kissing the slender curve of his jaw, the side of his neck, the hollow under his collarbone.

The soft touches had his skin tickling deliciously, despite his trepidation. Esra felt his face heat. There was that tugging, fluttering feeling in the pit of his stomach again, that he was beginning to recognise as a blooming pleasure.

His body was reacting to the beautiful knight who held him so close.

He’d had erections before, of course, for no reason - or for reasons that Esra could not bear to think about. They often came at inopportune times, without much warning, and always had Esra flushing with embarrassment. It had happened much more frequently when he was just coming of age; that awkward stage where he was no longer a child, but still too green to be considered much of a man. Nowadays, they hardly afflicted him at all.

But the knight’s hand was petting, warmly, up and down his thigh. That, too, was such an intimate place. This touch, along with Umbra’s kisses along the curve of his throat, the soft touch of those lips against his sensitive skin, the dragon-like warmth of his breath… it all set Esra’s heart pounding again.

With a small sound of protest, Esra curled into himself, squeezing his thighs together in an attempt to hide the stiffening of his prick that caused him such grave embarrassment.

The knight gave a low chuckle of amusement at his reaction, which only made Esra’s face flame even brighter. Umbra curled his arms around Esra’s ribcage and rolled the youth onto his back against the pillows, settling his weight on top of him. Satisfied, he started his feast in earnest on Esra’s sensitive skin.

Esra sobbed at this, his inner aches twinging, his palms pushing uselessly against the unyielding shoulders that held him down. The knight kissed open mouthed down his neck, his mouth hot and wet upon the base of Esra’s throat.

Once again, Esra was pinned. This made it worse; his heart beat frantic with fear, but a dark sweet thrill shivered through him.

Umbra pressed hot kisses down his collarbone, and then over his chest to suck at a nipple, stroking it with the tip of his tongue. It pulled a needy gasp from him, a sound that Esra hadn’t known he could make.

Caught beneath him, Esra writhed wordlessly in blooming pleasure.

“You like it?” Umbra asked softly.

Esra squeezed his eyes shut, painfully shy at the idea of the knight’s mouth upon him, at such a strange and sensitive place. But unable to lie, he nodded, and Umbra lapped at it once more before moving to do the same to the other. The heat rolled over him intoxicatingly, in tingling waves.

A hand smoothed keenly down his stomach, and Esra could not hold back a shaky moan as Umbra’s large hand wrapped hotly around his stirring cock and began to stroke.

Esra had never been touched there before, not even by himself. This shock of pleasure left him gasping, clutching at the knight’s shoulders for mercy.

“Very good,” Umbra murmured, his voice warm with approval.

The praise lit something bright and glowing inside of him, and Esra shuddered, in spite of his embarrassment, in spite of himself. Umbra continued to palm him, expertly, thumb rubbing over the moisture that had begun to bead at the head of his cock, until Esra was straining hard and gasping, jerking helplessly under the knight.

Umbra swept in at that, up and over him, and caught Esra’s parted lips in a kiss that alarmed Esra with its passion.

He wanted to surrender to it, mouth opening of its own accord for the knight, he almost melted into that dangerous embrace... when he felt Umbra’s slick manhood bump against his inner thigh, and quailed.

“Again..?” he asked, in something approaching bewilderment, betrayal.

Umbra chuckled against his neck, and tongued a kiss to the velvet skin there to feel Esra flinch under him.

“Got a monstrous appetite for such things,” he rumbled, his voice so low it was almost a purr. “All knights of the Order do, even if some won't admit it. It's the God King's blood in us, they say. Gives us a king's appetite. ”

“Please, no more…” Esra quavered, delirious with fear. “Please have mercy on me, I'm so sore…”

The trembling started again. Umbra kissed the delicate skin at the dip of his throat.

“I'll be gentle,” the knight assured him, long lashes sweeping over those darkly covetous eyes.

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It was easier to take on his back, maybe because of Umbra’s previous ravishment of him, but this time, when Umbra slowly sank into him, he could feel his aching passage stretch pliantly to accommodate the well-oiled intrusion.

He couldn’t help but let out a vulnerable moan however, eyes squeezed shut as he yielded to sensation, his head falling back to the pillows as Umbra settled deep inside him.

“There, see?” Umbra was murmuring, from somewhere above, as he started to move gently as promised in Esra’s body.

He was being rocked into, Umbra moving his entire body with the thrust of his hips, Umbra’s cock sliding easily, slowly, inside of him. A hot feeling rolled over his skin to think about it, a horrible shame mixed with something forbidden and seductive.

That... perhaps he found something pleasant in being used like this, his flesh made into an object of another’s pleasure. Esra moaned, and put his hands over his face, to shield himself.

Umbra took hold of his wrists, and gently, but firmly, pulled Esra’s hands away, pinning them to either side of him. “None of that,” Umbra commanded. “I want to see your face.”

Being held down, as Umbra thrust into him, only made the heat brighter, a shudder wracking through his body, a dark pleasure pooling between his legs. He was breathless at the knowledge, the thrill of his own helplessness.

Umbra eventually released him, to instead slide his hands down Esra’s body and grip at his backside. Esra whimpered, but made no attempt to hide himself again. Umbra’s command was absolute.

Umbra’s strong hands under his hips pulled him forward, levering him into each measured thrust. The burn of it turned to a satisfying fullness. Esra panted, legs tightening around the knight’s waist. Beyond that, he was beginning to realise, loomed a greater pleasure.

Then Umbra touched a point in him that put stars behind his eyelids.

“Oh..!” Esra gasped, alarmed, eyes flying open. His gaze swept up to meet Umbra’s, and at contact, he felt a flame glow to life in him, burn down his spine, melt his senses. It lit a fire in Umbra too, who stared intently at Esra’s face and repeated the movement, causing that same greedy heat to blossom and spark. Esra clutched white-knuckled at the knight’s strong shoulders in response, and watched an unusually fervid expression cross that beautiful face.

His legs were hoisted higher around Umbra’s waist, higher still, until he was bent beneath him, the angle causing that intoxicating golden burn to rise molten hot, swelling with every snap of Umbra’s hips. His spine arched involuntarily, and his mouth fell open in a sinfully needy moan.

“That’s right,” Umbra urged him. “This is good for you…”

“Umbra,” Esra whimpered, and just that small noise made Umbra’s face freeze in wonderment, and then descend to ardently kiss him, pressing his mouth to Esra’s.

Esra could taste it on him, how much the knight wanted this, wanted Esra. Esra moved with him, wrapping his arms around Umbra’s surging back and melting into Umbra’s silken tongue, losing himself to the white-hot fire where their bodies joined, where monstrous pleasure was somehow made only more exquisite by the sting of pain. His prick was so hard, and leaking, sliding against Umbra’s stomach with each thrust.

There is something wrong with me, Esra’s mind rushed. The totality of Umbra’s power over him, it had him flushing with as much excitement as fear. It only made sense to submit to his whims, capricious though they may be. He’d taken Esra’s virginity with a rapacious brutality that he’d barely been able to stay conscious through. Now he urged Esra’s body towards an unearthly pleasure that turned the youth to a quivering mess beneath him.

Both of these extremes, Esra could not help but yield to. It was in his nature.

He suspected Umbra had known that, when he’d bade the soldiers to let him stay.

And oh, how he’d been reduced. Over the slap of flesh on flesh, he was begging with every breath with words so slurred that they probably didn’t make any sense. He sobbed at himself for how good it felt to be made to take this, how wrong he was to think it. Trembling, crying, at his transformation into something lesser and lustful. No-one would recognise him like this. He didn't know himself anymore.

Umbra held him through it as he writhed as if in agony, feeling like he was flying, or falling, like he was succumbing to blissful sort of seizure.

For a moment, he felt like he was dying.

Umbra followed it through, grinding deep into him, almost collapsing on top of him as he spilled into him with a jagged moan. They lay entangled, all energy gone. Together, they trembled in the cold night, bodies sheened with sweat.

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He dreamed of bonfires that ripped apart everything he had ever known, furling high into the sky to blot out the heavens, until all was colored with ash. From the burning plumes rose an inhumanly tall man formed of smoke, with embers for eyes.

“Salamander…” Esra had whispered into the night air, caught in unconsciousness, and twitched a fist into the sheets.

In his dream, the salamander coiled close and smothered him until he couldn’t breathe, kissed him until mouth was filled with smoke. Where its heart should be, was a violent flame. Esra clutched at his own chest - his heart was aflame too.