Johanna pays her respects.

“Well,” Johanna said, raising herself up so she was properly kneeling before Bul, “I suppose it would be a waste if I came all this way and didn’t pay my respect to the Guardian of Fire.”

Bul smiled down at her, but said nothing.

“And you said I can worship as I choose, right?” Johanna asked, leaning towards him and casually running a hand along her own naked body. Bul’s eyes followed Johanna’s hand, then came back up to her face.

“Of course, Johanna. You may express your devotion as you wish.”

Sighing softly, Johanna craned her neck forward the last few inches and kissed the firm muscles of Bul’s stomach, finding his skin predictably hot to the touch. She wondered if the trail of kisses she was leaving down his abdomen and towards his slumbering cock felt cold to him, but he was stoic above her, barely reacting to her affections. Bul’s thick cock did begin to stir once Johanna turned her attention to it, however, growing hard and heavy in her hands and against her lips. When she finally parted her lips to taste him, his cock was sharp and spicy, and so, so hot. If not for his gift, she suspected that fellating Bul would leave her tongue burned and tasteless, but as she allowed more and more of his length past her lips, the heat only excited her more.

Bul allowed Johanna to worship at the altar of his manhood for long, lazy minutes before his hand found the back of her head and gently urged her up. Johanna’s pussy was drooling with anticipation by this point, and she easily rose at his urging. Before she could truly catch her breath or voice a request, though, she suddenly found herself colliding somewhat painfully with a wall, the stone at her back forcing the air from her lungs in a startled gasp.

Bul **** his mouth upon hers, an aggressive, passionate kiss that she was eager to accept. The Guardian pushed a leg between hers, causing her to part her legs, and then she found his cock at her entrance. Bul paused just for a moment, waiting to see if she would offer any resistance, before surging forward and filling Johanna with flames. He pounded into her with full, furious thrusts that held nothing back, pain spiked with sharp pleasure punctuated by more pain and more pleasure. The heat and friction and power was overwhelming and mind-searing, and Johanna barely registered anything happening to the rest of her body. The stone wall behind her was hard, but Bul’s cock was harder. Bul’s teeth at her neck were sharp, but not as sharp as the surge of pleasure Johanna felt when he bottomed out within her. The flames that licked out from Bul’s body to dance across her skin were hot, but nothing Johanna had ever felt was as hot as the burning shaft buried deep within her cunt, except perhaps for the magmatic spray that erupted from it when Bul reached his climax.

Her own climax had occurred some time before, and didn’t end until she slid, exhausted, off of his cock and down the stone wall, to sit boneless beneath the still-immaculate Bul. Steam rose from his body, thick cum dripped from his cock, and his red eyes seemed somehow hungrier and wilder, but he otherwise appeared as composed and powerful as before.

“Your worship and devotion is noted and appreciated, Johanna. I sensed your passion from afar last night, but to taste it firsthand was truly a gift.” Bul smiled down at Johanna, then turned away and strode towards the far end of the room, towards a black throne. “You may continue to worship, if you choose,” He said, seating himself, “Or if you have a request, now would be the time to ask.”

Johanna was fairly exhausted, and was still enjoying the warm afterglow of sex, but she considered his offers carefully before responding.