Page 62 of Forge the Blade

“Hard, fast, silent,” Sevastyan murmured. “That is how you will fly.”

“Yes,” Lisa groaned.

Sevastyan pulled out and sank two fingers inside Lisa’s body, pouring oil over his hole as he entered him again. Lisa gasped, his form tightening. Sevastyan leaned down, brushing his lips to Lisa’s rippling back in a benediction. “Take it, blade of mine. Accept your purpose and your sacrifice.”

Lisa spread his legs wider. Small, aroused sounds tumbled from his mouth.

“Knees,” Sevastyan ordered, moving back between Lisa’s knees.

Lisa stirred, movements uncoordinated and confused.

“Hands and knees,” Sevastyan clarified, tugging at the harness. Lisa followed the pressure, pushing up on his hands and arching his back. Sevastyan kept his fingers buried in his body. He reached between Lisa’s thighs, grasping at the man’s cock. It was firm, not completely engorged but a solid pillar in his hand.

“Harder, blade of mine,” Sevastyan ordered. “Show me your hunger.”

A sob left Lisa’s throat. His cock twitched in Sevastyan’s grip.

Sevastyan worked his fingers in and out of Lisa’s hole, manipulating his cock to full arousal until Lisa was throbbing in his grip.

Then he pushed him down onto his face in the bed, rearing up over him. Lisa turned his face to the side to breathe. Sevastyan knelt above, gripping the harness. Lisa’s skin gleamed and his shoulders rose up and down. The cold was gone and now his body was warm and shifting, alive and needing.

Sevastyan gripped his own cock, spreading oil over himself. He put one knee down on the bed by Lisa’s hip and drove himself home inside the other man’s loins.

Lisa’s mouth opened in a silent cry. Sevastyan bottomed out and held his place, pinning Lisa down to the comforter by his neck and his hole.

“Promise me they die,” Lisa gasped.

“They die,” Sevastyan swore. “You dance in their blood. You make them remember your name, even when theirs is forgotten.”

Lisa laughed. “Fuck me, use me. Make me their undoing, master.”

Goosebumps broke over Sevastyan’s skin. He bent his back to the task, driving into Lisa’s body. Lisa gritted his teeth, his hands gripping at the sheets.

Sevastyan leaned down and bit the side of Lisa’s neck, just inside the leather of the harness across the shoulder. Oil coated his tongue and his teeth slid against Lisa’s skin.

Lisa screamed into the sheets, his body undulating. He pushed up on his hands, his hips still pinned, and moved back against Sevastyan, fucking himself on Sevastyan’s cock.

“Do it,” Sevastyan growled. “Fuck yourself. Feed.”

Lisa’s breath stuttered. There was sweat on his hairline now, tendrils of shorter locks sticking to his face. His mouth was open, dragging in air.

“More,” Lisa prayed.

Sevastyan pulled them both up on the bed and gripped the headboard for support, driving his hips down against Lisa’s. “Come when it takes you.” He rolled his hips.

Lisa gritted his teeth—the scabs across the back of his knuckles split as he fisted the sheets—straining back against Sevastyan’s assault. His hole clenched like a vise around Sevastyan’s cock and then he was coming, jerking below Sevastyan, strangled curses escaping from between his teeth.

Sevastyan pressed down into him, pinning him through the spasms, then he withdrew and fucked straight into Lisa’s now sensitive loins.

Lisa screamed. He thrashed. Sevastyan grabbed the back of the harness, gathering the leather in his fist like reins and tightened his thighs around Lisa’s legs, riding him like a furious horse.

“Take it, slave,” Sevastyan spat. “You are my blade.” He pressed Lisa to the bed, fist of leather between his shoulder blades.

Lisa bucked, only driving himself back on Sevastyan’s cock. He screamed into his own arm and pounded his head against the sheets. His feet kicked against the mattress and then, breath by breath, he grew still. Sevastyan drew his cock partially out of Lisa’s hole and sank back inside.

Lisa wailed softly, but his back arched, accepting.

Sevastyan stroked Lisa’s spine in silent praise. “There you are, my beautiful blade. There you are, coming into hand.” A wild weapon was a liability, but a handled one, even yet wild, that he could use.