She finds Bul easily.

Any worry Johanna had that she might be wandering aimlessly through the dense island jungle was quickly dismissed. Every step in the right direction felt warm, true, and right. The island was not wanting for warmth as is, of course, but there was something comforting about the intense heat she felt in and around her as she carved her way through the trees.

Eventually, the trees thinned out and gave way to rock and clay. Johanna didn’t know how long she had been walking, or in what direction, but she knew that she was close. Turning her gaze upwards, she spotted her destination: a stone building nestled between two tall spires of rock. A great bonfire was burning atop the structure, but no smoke rose from the flames. Each step towards the building was hotter than the last, and when Johanna finally reached the entrance, it was like walking into a live kiln.

A kiln that was waiting for her. “You have come,” Boomed the voice, not just in her head this time, but all around her, “I have called you, and you have come. Good.” Johanna’s eyes took a moment to find who the voice belonged to, but once she saw him, she found it impossible to take her eyes off him. Bul stood in the center of his temple, and while there were candles and torches all along the edges of the room, Bul was the one who lit up the room, and the source of its heat. His golden-brown skin glowed like coal, and his eyes were filled with red light. He wore no clothing, and Johanna had a clear view of his well-defined musculature and the thick, languid cock. Johanna had seen men who were larger, or who had more powerful builds, but none as beautiful or with a presence as commanding as that of Bul.

Bul noticed her awe, and his mouth split into a grin, “Speechless? I understand. But you do not need words to worship.” Bul walked towards Johanna, each step bringing with it a fresh wave of overwhelming heat. She felt weak before such an awesome creature, and fell to her knees. She opened her mouth, but words would not come. Bul stopped before her, and laughed, his deep voice rattling her bones.

“I know you have met my sibling, but Aqui cannot hope to compare to me, can they? No one can. I am Bul. I am fire. I am power. And you are mine.” Bul reached down and ran a hand through Johanna’s hair, and the captain lost herself in his burning eyes, “Do you have a name? Or shall I give you one?”

A question. Johanna was struggling to so much as breathe, but she could answer a question. “Johanna,” She gasped, a breathless and exhausting reply. Bul hummed, and leaned down towards Johanna’s upturned face.

“Johanna, you have done well to come here. You may worship me as you choose, but first, a reward.” With that, Bul pressed his lips to Johanna’s, and her vision went white. His tongue entered her mouth easily, wrapping itself around her own. He tasted of cinnamon and blood. The kiss lasted only a few moments, but when it was over, Johanna knew that something had changed within her. Looking down, she realized that something without her had changed as well: her clothes were entirely gone.

“What did you do to me?” She asked, words coming easier now. The intense heat and pressure wasn’t as overwhelming as before, and her thoughts were beginning to flow freely.

“A gift for my new disciple,” Bul explained, “I have stoked your inner flame. You have no further need for clothing, and have nothing to fear of either heat or cold. I have also granted you some… fortitude, so that you may better withstand my presence, and that of my kin.”

Johanna looked down at her naked form. It was true that the heat didn’t feel as oppressive any more, but did he really need to destroy her clothing to make that point? “That’s very, um, generous of you, Bul. I’m not sure I came here to receive your gifts, though.”

Bul’s expression shifted subtly, but he nodded in understanding. “No, of course not. You came because I called, and because you wish to worship.” Johanna wasn’t sure that was entirely right, either, but as she looked up at the beautiful, powerful creature above her, she couldn’t deny a growing heat between her legs that a certain kind of “worship” might be able to sate.