Emmaline the Firedancer

Emmaline and Becky were hidden close to the Gnolls, maybe closer than they should be. They were expecting the fight to start almost immediately after Gruul killed the Chieftain. Emmaline was rubbing her hands together to gather her flames when the discussion started, but the Shaman never stepped out of the cave. Emmaline quickly grew frustrated as she could feel Becky’s body tense with ever growing anxiety. Gruul was trying to bait the Shaman, revealing more about his history than any of them wanted to know but not enough to fulfill their curiosity.

Emmaline had just convinced herself to seduce the Gnoll after they had rescued Fuu to pull all of his secrets out when the deal was made. At first she had assumed Gruul would just take her and leave and the Bravos could start planning their next attack with their leader. That was until Gruul took off his loincloth. Emmaline had just enough time to cover Becky’s mouth as she gasped. While Gruul had a very good size, Emmaline had no idea what was happening.

Becky assured her with a quickly scribbled note on her notebook. They would let it play out. Emmaline couldn't argue considering they needed Gruul to help fight the tribe in the first place. If he wanted to take payment in Fuu, they were in no place to argue. At least not yet.

And so, they watched their leader be fucked by their new ally. The longer she watched, the hotter Emmaline became. She had never heard Fuu like this, moaning and begging. When Fuu begged him to breed her, Emmaline had to grab Becky’s hand to prevent her own hand from wandering. Even as horny as she was, Emmaline still knew that as soon as the Shaman stepped out, the Bravos’ prickly sniper would take him out.

While Fuu was knotted on Gruul’s cock and moaning like a cheap whore, Emmaline brought herself close to Becky, whispering as softly as she could. “Can you hit Gruul with some more of that potion when the fight starts?”

Becky blushed and licked her lips. “I-I think so. It won’t last long.”

Emmaline nodded. “Good girl.” She loved how Becky shuddered as Emmaline’s voice caressed her ear. “Stay ready.” Fuu’s back bowed again as Gruul howled his release. “Something will happen soon.”

Becky let out a breath as she shakily nodded and pulled out her blowgun. Emmaline shifted her position, preparing to go as the pair basked in their afterglow. Emmaline watched the cave opening, crouching down slightly more as she calculated the points of contact she would have to make.

She heard a wet pop as she watched Fuu be placed back on her feet. Something would happen soon. Emmaline crouched lower with her legs tensed for motion, keeping her eyes only on the cave entrance. Emmaline’s plan could go wrong and leave her exposed, but she wasn’t worried. She would believe in Liv and Becky to hit their targets from the back line. She would believe in Fuu and Gruul to react quickly and blunt the counterattack.

She saw the Shaman enter the light, hunched and gangly in his threadbare robes. Emmaline didn’t know if his haggard appearance was from age or dabbling in dark magics and she didn’t care. A moment later his existence left her mind as his life left his body. Like a hunting cat, Emmaline leapt.

Emmaline gathered the flames around her as she dove, condensing them down her body to her feet. She rolled on her shoulders, keeping the connection to the flames through the soles of her feet as she kept spinning. A forward roll turned to a cartwheel turned to a spinning vault, the ever growing flames spinning and building with her as it jumped from outstretched limb to outstretched limb. Emmaline came down like a comet, landing in a crouch with a burst of flame amongst the Gnolls. The burst was nothing compared to the great arc of fire that swung like an axe blade and spread down the arc of Gnolls still in their ritual positions.

Emmaline’s skin was both literally and figuratively ablaze, increasing her already heavy arousal. Emmaline shuddered as her body struggled with the exertion of her magic and muscles. The haze of smoke and heat blurred her vision, leaving her half blind and sluggish. Liv set the match and Emmaline set it off. Now, as the flames began to consume the Gnolls around her, it was time for fireworks.