A Material Heat

How does one describe making love to a fire?

It could perhaps give clues to the loveless affair to which John was now the bottom. His lungs burned as she smothered him with all the gifts her pelvis had to offer, and still he was annoyed when she lifted his feast from there. The moment gave him enough sense to cast heals as they maneuvered on a bed of sinking ashes, each fighting for dominance. He could command her to submit to him, to let him mount her. He didn't dare, and soon she pinned his arms to either side of his head as she maneuvered to take that burning rod he was so willing to give. "It's not fair," she huffed at him amid the towering flames all around them. "Why does God give all the good dicks to pieces of- aaah... yeah..." Her complaints drowned in satisfaction as his dickhead scratched the itch his tongue couldn't reach, and then a whole stretch of the same itch, right until she nearly took it all in.

The slick, meaty depths of her would be daunting for most men, and even John only had an inch left as he felt her cervix rub atop his tip. She turned slowly around on him, letting his hands go once she felt she had him sufficiently pinned, and shuddered along with John as her birth canal twisted and pulled on him. "Fuck-" John felt no pain from something so mundane; the sensual feedback of the twisting vice was more than welcome.

"There we go," she half-whispered, half-moaned, facing away from her owner and enjoying, as a brief illusion, that it was anyone else who managed to fill her so completely.

Free to grope her as he pleased, he didn't dare risk his bracers in this fire, and was satisfied in pressing his hands into her sea of ass. It was surprisingly firm, but still his fingers sunk into her, and he wordlessly massaged all that he found as he tried to thrust into her.

"Oh... you think this is your show?" Her ass lifted slightly as she twerked, and suddenly pulled on him, nearly lifting him with the muscles of her cunt. John was left seeing lights, and struggled to not cry out. She looked back with a grin and a fiery spark in her eye. "That's that good pussy, isn't it?"

"Fuck," he finally managed.

"What's wrong, baby? Can't take... the heat?" She tugged on him again, and he was **** to somehow manage to keep from coming so soon. "Go ahead, fill me up. You wanted to put a baby in me, huh? Get me fat and dumb like those elven heifers of yours?"

"T-That's not- ggk!" Another tug, and she held him, crushed him, loosened only enough to squeeze again, and he was laid low as he started to pump another full batch inside.

"Yeah... keep trying. No man ever survived me this long... no man's ever knocked me up." Tara loathed condoms; they rarely survived her internal temperatures anyways, even when she met a man who could ward off the burns. It seldom mattered, of course: sperm couldn't survive in her long enough to be a problem, and she never got mixed into something as dangerous as a relationship. Every man she fucked perished, one way or the other... save, it seemed, for the wretch beneath her.

"Don't... aah..."

She squeezed again, marveling at how hard he stayed even as the watery remains of his sperm began to drip out of their union. "Don't what, baby? Keep doing this?"

"D-Don't... tempt me..." He lunged up and hooked his hands under her breasts, and pulled her down to lie on top of him, keeping himself lodged inside at a harsher angle.

She chuckled slow and sensually, enjoying the feeling of his head spearing against her G-spot. "What now, bab-"

He rolled her onto the other half of the bed, and sunk them both into the fragile, black remains of the mattress there. She stretched and arched her back as she reveled in the heat of the smoldering ruin, and cooed as she felt him start his furious thrusting at her from the same angle, smashing brutal pleasure into her cunt. He scooped up her chin and arched her back further, enough so he could hiss into her ear. "Start casting," he grunted.

She was finally confused enough to lose her momentum. "W... What-?"

"Cast spells, any spell that'll get you hotter faster without killing either of us."

"Are you... fucking kidding-" Tara's mouth closed... and then re-opened with a ray of hellfire that blasted a clear path through the remains of the mattress and into the temple floor.

Tara used ray of fury for 200mp! Tara did 310 damage to the bed, and zero damage to the temple. Ray of fury dealt 155 damage to Tara!

Her mouth and tongue reformed, and raising her mana point total even higher. She gasped as she overcame the spell's pain... and felt again the needling pleasure-pain of John's efforts. Looking back, her wild right eye caught John's gaze. "Fuck, are you crazy? You'll-" Again her mouth closed, and she turned away from John just in time to fire the blast at the double doors, blowing them apart and raining fiery debris on the cleric spirit who, by this point, was pacing in unsure circles.

Tara used ray of fury for 400mp! Tara did 620 damage to left door, 620 damage to the right door, and zero damage to the temple. Ray of fury dealt 310 damage to Tara!

Tara is now Overheating! Tara is now Incandescent!

"You..." Her voice crackled like burning wood, and John started to take ever more damage as he rode her. The ashes of the bed blew away from the sudden heating of the air around them, and so the two mages found themselves, inevitably, knotting their bodies together on the rough stones of the temple floor. The chunks of doors only partially lit began to catch fire properly, and the water in the fountain started to boil. Tara's skin flaked away in light pieces of fluttering ash that dissolved in the heat of the air. She cast one more spell, a useless punch of sparking plasma on the stone, but that was all it took to bring her nearly to her ****... and to let fall away the last remnants of her human shell.

"So this is what you are..." John put his vest, and only his vest, back on from his inventory. It helped but, despite the layers of protection and new resistance, he still lost 50hp a turn. He continued to patch himself with heals, regarded the labia of pure fire wrapped around his cock... and laid himself fully on the elemental beast beneath him.

"Trying to impress me...?" The voice was barely human, taunting... but also worried. Its moans as he continued his thrusting made the menacing effect almost comical as the noise of fire logs crackling mixed with those of the woman struggling to not enjoy this. Her body was pushed to be entirely elemental now, and her flesh gave and pushed and practically mixed with his as he massaged this being of energy beneath him. He pulled out, and scooped her shoulder of flames with none of the hesitation a man should have. Flipping her onto her back, he dove back in and gripped her massive thighs, too large to squirm out of his grip by being that strange, quasi-physical state, managed to jiggle and blaze while he groped and massaged her internal essence.

"This is... really you..."

"Shut it, you big-dicked... fucking asshole..."

"This is... it's like I'm... fucking your soul..."

The face in the flames grimaced. "Don't you dare... fucking-" Her voice began to crack and grow higher as she lost the fight against her orgasm. "Fuuuck-!"

The high-pitched squeal of his lover proved too much. "Fuck, I'm... I'm..."

Her legs whipped from his grip and wrapped around his ass, crushing him against her. He fell into her infernal bosom and gasped his pleasure against the fat nipple defined there atop her left breast. He took it into his mouth as he might the same bit of tasty flesh in any prior encounter, and suckled. But instead of her flesh, or her milk, he drank her heat; it was a violation he would've never understood, and a pleasure, a connection of her spirit with his, that she couldn't have anticipated. Some of her went into his belly... and some of him began to shoot into the real Tara, incinerating his essence until it mixed with hers.