Crossworld Swordplay

Dawn bled in through the stained glass, washing the room in violet and amber. The fire still hadn't been lit, but the room was warm—body heat and breath lingering in the hush.

Lina stirred faintly beside him, sheets tangled at her hips. Damon was already awake, his hand resting behind his head, eyes half-lidded as he watched the light crawl across the ceiling.

His mind drifted—to his stepsister/blood sister. I miss her, he thought.

Lina shifted, the sheets cool where they brushed her bare skin. She kept her breathing even, eyes tracing the play of colored light across Damon's chest. He hasn't moved since waking up.

Her fingers flexed against the mattress—once, twice—before she dared break the silence. 

"Should I draw a bath for you?" Her voice was quiet but clear, trained to smoothness despite the rasp of sleep still clinging to it.

Damon didn't look at her and just exhaled through his nose in what might have been amusement or dismissal. 

Lina waited three heartbeats before adding, "Or shall I fetch breakfast first?"

"Or..." Her hand slid up to his chest, drawing a slow circle. "Would you like me before your morning begins, my lord?"

He chuckled, "I want you to scream, Haruki-kun~."

He said, moving his hands from the back of his head and rustling the sheets as he moved and positioned himself above her, "While you look me in the eyes," and Damon's left hand moved underneath the blanket—pulling her right leg, spreading her pinkish lower lips, and giving him room to work with as he began pinning himself against her.

Lina gasped as his weight settled over her, fingers tightening in the sheets.

She forced herself to meet his gaze, even as his hand spread her open with deliberate pressure. "H-Haruki-kun." The honorific slipped out breathlessly, half-protest, half-plea. His hips pressed forward, and she arched off the mattress with a sharp cry.

Her nails scraped against his forearm as he pinned her leg higher. "H-Haruki-kun—!" The word fractured into a moan when he thrust deeper.

Damon's smirk burned hotter than dawn through the stained glass. "Scream properly," he murmured, dragging his right thumb over her clit just to feel her jolt.

Lina's back arched as Damon thrust into her, a choked whimper escaping her lips.

Her breath came in ragged gasps.

"Haruki-kun!!"

Her fingers moved off his arms and dug into his shoulders.

His hips angled just right to make her voice dissolve into a sharp cry when he stretched her boundaries, "Deeper~!"

Her thighs trembled around him, every snap of his hips wringing another broken sound from her throat. "Haruki-kun,"

Lina gasped as Damon's thrusts grew rougher, her nails biting into his skin.

"Haruki-kun! Deeper—my lord!" Her voice cracked on the last word, thighs shaking as he hit that spot inside her again. She arched off the bed, breath hitching. "I-I can't—nngh!" 

Her vision blurred at the edges, pleasure coiling tight in her stomach. Too much…

"H-Harder," she begged, her voice breaking into a moan when his thumb circled her clit.

"Scream for me," he growled in ecstasy, her warmth bringing him even more pleasure with each of his thrusts, and she obeyed—a sharp cry tearing from her throat as her womanhood spasmed and tightened around his throbbing member.

"My Lord!!!" Lina came undone beneath him.

Her back arched violently as the pleasure came—her fingers reaching out for and clawing at the sheets, her voice breaking into a sharp, unrestrained cry.

"M-my lord, I ca-!" The words shattered into gasps as her body clenched around him, waves of heat pulsing through her in relentless spasms. Her thighs trembled against his unrelenting hips, her toes curling into the mattress while she panted, dazed and oversensitive.

He didn't stop.

She whimpered when Damon kept moving, her oversensitive nerves lighting up with every thrust. "Too much, ah! Please!" Her hands flew to his wrists, gripping weakly as another fractured moan escaped her.

The aftershocks blurred her vision, leaving her limp and shuddering beneath him—yet still he took what he wanted.

"Nngh…" 

"Haruki-kun…" Her voice was raw now, barely audible over their ragged breathing.

His hands held both of her legs, Hana... Hana... Hana... He kept repeating, his eyes closed shut and his rhythm picking up, replacing Lina's body with another. 

His pace increased. "I'm almost there," he murmured, his balls slamming into her tight slippery folds. His shaft swelled, throbbing, with intense heat that threatened to be released. 

And that's exactly what it did. 

Damon thrust deep inside her, his length sliding through her soft passage one last time.

"Take it all!" he screamed, pulling out as his load was being ejaculated, painting the entrance of her walls as his dick plopped out of her and finished the rest onto her stomach. 

Lina gasped as Damon's release painted her skin, her body still trembling from the aftershocks. "… it's so much…" Her fingers twitched against the sheets, sticky warmth pooling on her stomach.

Her chest rose unevenly as she tried to catch her breath.

Her thighs were slick, muscles lax but aching. "D-Did I… please you?" She whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming.

Damon's smirk told her everything before he even spoke. "Thanks for indulging me," he said, opening his eyes not at Lina's panting form but at a face that didn't belong in this world, and for that split second that it did exist, he leaned in and kissed her passionately as he said goodbye.