Boiling Over

When I returned outside Karlach was already naked. She stood next the pot—her hot tub—with her hands on her hips and a cocky grin stretched across her freckled face. Muscles flexed subtly beneath red skin, every line of her torso framed by the glow of firelight and hell-touched heat. Her new curves were generous, her pose unapologetic: wide hips, thick thighs, a rippling, toned stomach, and breasts that bounced when she shifted her weight—ample, round, tipped with dark nipples glowing with orange light from her heat.

She spun slightly, one foot crossing over the other like a dancer, tail flicking behind her.

"Figured I’d put on a show," she said, winking. "In case you were all spent after Wyll and our dear Lae’zel."

I didn’t acknowledge the mention of Wyll. My eyes stayed where they belonged.

"Show me."

She turned to face me, cupping one breast with one hand and dragging the other down her abs, coyly hiding her sex. Her tail curled teasingly between her thighs, brushing her own pussy with the lightest flick.

"Enjoying the view?" she teased.

"You’re a damn inferno," I said “Impossible to look away.”

[Corruption +1]

Karlach’s grin widened. She raised both arms over her head, arching her back and thrusting her chest forward. The flames glinted off her shiny skin, highlighting every curve, every bead of sweat running down her breasts.

"And this? Too much? Too little?"

"It’s perfect. I’m want to claim every part of you.'"

[Corruption +1]

She stepped up onto the base of the cauldron, towering over me, spreading her legs as her muscles flexed in their full glory. She ran a hand from her inner thigh up to her belly, stopping just below her navel.

"Come on, soldier. Give me another one. I want to hear it."

“When I get my hands on you, you'll be begging mercy,”

[Corruption +1]

She laughed—a hearty, molten thing. “Keep talking like that, and I might burn this whole camp down before I even hit the water.”

“You’re already so hot, I’m surprised the pot hasn’t melted,”

But no more corruption registered.

Huh cap on dirty talk. Interesting.

She stepped back down and circled the pot. Her skin shimmered blue with heat. She bent low at the waist, giving me a view of her bare naked pussy, droplets running down her thighs.

I’m burning up just standing here," she said. "Should I cool off?"

"Get in the pot."

She gave a sultry, exaggerated salute. "Sir, yes, sir."

She lifted one leg, and the instant her foot touched the water, it hissed with violent steam. I winced.

"Fast," I muttered under my breath.

Karlach settled in slowly, easing down with a hiss and groan. The water bobbled around her before she was even submerged. She sat low, just enough to let her breasts hover right beneath the simmering surface.

"I love a bubblebath," she joked, hair sticking to her temples. "So... you gonna touch me or just stare like a hungry puppy?"

I moved closer, careful. "Are you ready?"

She looked up at me through heavy lashes, wet heat rising in curls around her. Her mouth parted slightly, and her voice dropped an octave.

"I want to feel it, Tav. All of it. I want to hear what it sounds like when you don't hold back. I want to feel your magic hit so deep my engine backfires."

I inhaled sharply and stepped close, leaned forward. I brought my hands to hover just above the surface of the water, above her chest. Her nipples were already hard, poking just above the simmering line.

"Ask nicely" I said

"Please," she said, licking her lips.

I stopped moving, Insisting on pushing her further "Please, who?"

She looked to my eyes with desperation, She bit her lip, breathing heavy. "Please... B-Boss," she whimpered, voice cracking just enough to make my cock twitch.

I gathered everything—lust, focus, courage—and grapped her nipples.

Twin Alluring Blasts shot from my fingertips, one into each nub. The impact hit like a hammer on anvil. She arched violently, eyes going wide, mouth opening into a silent scream before the first real word tore loose with a hiss.

"YESS! YESS! YESS! YESSSS!"

[Corruption +3]

The pot rattled under her. Water sloshed and splashed violently as her body convulsed, her thighs slapping against the metal with thunderclap rhythm. Steam filled the air, dense and stinging.

I jumped back just in time to avoid the full spray, my fingers already blistering. The cauldron boiled over, her body a living furnace of orgasm and magic.

When the steam finally cleared, I peered back through the haze.

Karlach was curled at the bottom of the now-empty cauldron, steam rising from her skin in gentle plumes. Her breathing was slow. Deep.

****. Or asleep.

I looked down at my scorched fingertips—four of them red and raw. And below that... the hard throb in my pants was impossible to ignore.

"Shadowheart," I muttered.

Time to put the cleric to good use.