Tonight was going to be different, Flame already knew his power, Ignis wanted her to know all of him. Tonight he would do more than just talk to his little Flame. For the first time, Flame had stripped and stood nude before the fireplace the night before. It was an open invitation making Ignis, ironically, burn for her. Her long fiery red hair had fallen to her hips, but she made certain her breasts had been exposed to him. High round firm tits the size of grapefruit made his hands ache to touch. Never had Ignis felt for a human the way he felt for her. She made him blaze hotter than any incinerator. Lately Sun had slipped from his thoughts. The idea was startling at first, Ignis had loved Sun forever. Or maybe Sun was an infatuation, she was older and wiser, a magnet of knowledge which drew him to her. Ignis had been positive at one time he could have no other lover. Who else wouldn’t fear him, his fiery touch? Perhaps, if he had his little fearless Flame, Sun would be purged from his system. Ignis wanted to find out—if Flame would let him.
Ignis had wanted Flame out of doors and asked she call to him tonight instead. If Ignis were to lose control, he didn’t want her home burned to the ground. She had agreed as the rain beat down on the windows. Ignis had spoken to his brother Nimbus—water, asking for a favor. The night was clear, not one cloud marred the perfection of the sky.
The fire crackled on the wood in the small stone circle she had created. At night when it was warm Flame would bring a sleeping bag and camp under the stars. A few of the lesser stars would twinkle and wave trying to gain the elements’ favor, and Ignis found it amusing Flame would wave back. She visited so frequently, she had a stone cache she kept a blanket in. Flame pulled it out now and laid it on the forest floor, no doubt assuming that is where their liaison would take place. The idea made Ignis chuckle. Their ideas of making love under the stars were two different things. Flame would be loved by an element, not a mortal.
“I know you’re out there,” she said aloud.
Of course she did, Flame always knew when he was around. Flame had told him she could sense his presence. Ignis emerged and stepped from the fire. Passion literally burned behind his eyes, he felt it; he felt everything. Elements made love differently than entities. Humans claimed to love a tempest, or the heat, or the cold. It was because they could feel them, see them surround them from everywhere. Not unlike standing nude in a snowstorm or a monsoon, all-encompassing passion. Vulnerable, exposed. It was how an element made love. He was fire, he would engulf her. Her entire body would belong to him when he was finished. Fire slid across his chest, his hair, his legs.
Flame fixed her gaze onto him, she wasn’t afraid of his burning body; he could see it in her eyes. “I want you.”
Ignis couldn’t stop the fire racing through his being. He burned for her, literally. He would have to be careful with her. Sun had lost control the first time she and Moon had mated, it had been disastrous for Moon and Sun had never forgiven herself. Yet, they still loved, as there was no more Sun could take from Moon. She had even absorbed Moon’s atmosphere—his breath, gravity.
When his little Flame looked at where his fiery cock lay she trembled ever so slightly. It was the first time he had exposed his manhood to her. He had come to her nude wanting her to know what he was—an element. Raw, unbridled, untamed power. He could incinerate her, he could melt her bones; he could show her how lovers truly mated. But she had to accept him the way he was created—or not at all. His little Flame would need to trust him unconditionally for their encounter to be a success.
“I cannot change what I am,” Ignis warned.
“If you were to change, you would not be who I want.” Her hand quivered, but never ceased its motion as she reached for his flaming, hardened hot length. Their eyes never broke contact.
Chapter 2
From the moment she saw him, Flame knew there would be no other man for her. Her entire life revolved around getting closer to Ignis—
Fire,
her pet name for him—to her
Flame
. Her hand hovered near his fiery cock for mere seconds, her breath was ragged. She could either take a leap of faith, or walk away. There was really no other choice in her mind. When her hand touched his long hot arousal, and he was hot, she jumped. Flames licked around her fingers in a caress, weaving between them. Touching her in such a way her hand fused to his maleness. The feeling, so intense, it worked its way into her bones. She refused to release him, come what may there would be no life for her without him. She would rather burn to death now. Her jaw trembled but her resolve was strong. She had waited eleven long years for him.
Flame was looking up into Fire’s sizzling gaze of passion. His hard cock, though hot, wasn’t scorching her tender skin. Wisps of fire danced near impishly, teasingly, coaxing her closer, daring her. When she moved forward, she gasped as her clothing melted from her in those impish flames and slipped to the forest floor to simmer to ashes. Still, she remained unharmed. Fire had told her he was an element, long had she known this. But to be wrapped in his heated embrace was frightening, thrilling, and uncontrollable. She had no doubt she was about to be consumed.
She lifted her hand to touch his broad chest and when he lowered his head to meet hers, his mouth descending from his great height, she braced herself; his lips were on fire. Flame gasped when he kissed her. Heat seared her throat and she whimpered. His flame was inside her, around her. No part of her body went untouched. He didn’t need his hands to feel, she was being stroked,
everywhere
at once.
Lips melted against lips, molded together in fire. Tongues intertwined, drawing her into him with scorching passion. She couldn’t breathe in air and didn’t care. Her lungs filled with his breath, making her lightheaded. She moaned. Fire needed oxygen; Ignis shared his, flowing inside of her. Life’s breath danced in her lungs, her veins, pumped her heart as he sucked, nipped and bit. The taste of him was incredible, but how does one describe the flavor of fire? Spicy, naughty, so damned hot and demanding her juices flowed faster wetting her cheeks, tongue and lips until she thought she would drown in his essence.
Their kiss ended, leaving her gasping with the loss of his taste, but still his blue and orange sun-kissed flames danced across her lips, with her panting puffs of breath as its fuel. She could see the brilliant colors bathe her flesh. It was like nothing she had ever experienced. Her logical mind screamed she was on fire—she wanted more.
To hell with logic.
A primal groaning sound came from deep within Flame’s mouth. She couldn’t help it. Fire was dipping cautiously inside her desirous, burning well of heat. She quivered as he caressed her insides without the use of his hands or fingers. She gripped him tighter when her bottom felt it; he would leave no area untouched. She realized he couldn’t. His lovemaking would be all encompassing.
Fire curled around each of her toes and when Flame looked down she was standing in the campfire she had started. Flames licked at her calves while trailing a path up her thighs to explore her lower lips. She felt a rush of terror grip her. She heard Ignis chuckle. His finger tilted her chin to meet his gaze. He was so tall he dwarfed her five-foot-six. Her breath came in shallow pants.
“Trust me?” he whispered.
Flame could only nod. Something in her thoughts was screaming it was her trust keeping her safe—her need to believe in him—
them.
Powerful arms wrapped around her small frame, and they were in the air riding a bolt of lightning, Flame fast became a seasoned surfer on the smooth brilliance. The electricity tingled her bare feet as they slipped along, lighting the sky. Tremors raced up her legs and sparks danced round her hips resembling a child’s sparkler. The white of the sparkling lights were teeny, fanciful, giggling fairies fluttering in the wind in the dark of night, tiny brilliant replicas to the shining stars overhead. The evening was alight with magical wonder.
Her Fire had taken them high into the clouds. He whispered he wanted no spectators when he had her; he wanted her first time to be special. Fire should have realized it already was. Flame was making love to
her
element,
her
Fire,
her
Ignis. She loved him, and she hoped with all her heart he loved her too.
The cloud he took her to was a bed of soft, fluffy cotton. Hazy mist fluttered around, cushioning them with a stunning duvet. Flame realized when people gazed up at them from the Earth all they would see was flashes of light, lightning, dangerous beauty. Ignis was burning bright, growing hotter. Flame lay beneath him in awe. When he lowered his hand to gently feel up inside her, she moaned. She was a virgin, she wanted only him. She had been waiting for years. The moan on her lips escaped with the pressure of his thick finger. For nights, she had imagined what it would be like to love an element; she was about to find out.
All of him was ignited, bathed in flames; every inch of him was alive with breath, being. Every part of him came to life to love her. His entire life form burned with his element. Flame felt his heated erection at her juncture and she opened to him, wanting all of what he was. The head of his ignited cock eased its way inside and Flame’s breath caught. Ignis gripped her chin in one hand and forced her to look up into his eyes. His gaze was a searing mass of fireballs, rolling molten lava. Deeper he thrust and when she screamed, as he breached her barrier, his mouth opened and a thick surging cock-shaped flame found its way into her, silencing her. It detached from his mouth and, now free, the erection rocked its way deeper past her lips with a life all its own, filling her. The cock took its time, pulsing, stroking, while she blinked in disbelief.
“You will know all of me,” he warned.
Flame had never had a man in her mouth before. She was filled with his taste, his feel of hard as steel satin pushing her tongue down, widening her cheeks. Her eyes remained trapped by his stare and just when Flame thought she could take no more she was invaded again. Her body shuddered when a hot thick, slick erection was pushed into her from behind. Flame thought for certain she would pass out, but she didn’t. She had been warned he would leave no area untouched. She stretched to accept what he gave her, all the while the cloud rolled to engulf them in its midst of cooling moist spray. Tiny rain droplets sizzled on Flame’s skin, vanished, evaporated, then sizzled anew.
With the fiery erection in her mouth, Flame could offer no protest even if she wanted to, and again had an odd sense it was for her protection. Ignis was rocking against her and the pain had lessened. Flame’s eyes fluttered closed and she gave herself to him. She lifted her legs to wrap around him and the three erections sunk deeper, harder, faster. Her wrists were pinned above her head, pushed down into the cloud’s wickedly welcoming, cottony softness. Flame could feel her body turning and spinning as Ignis rode her entire being. They were cocooned in passion. The cloud rolled amidst the sky giving Flame glimpses of the world beneath her. The view was stunning, the feel was stunning and Fire was so ultimately arousing.
Her
element was inside of her, outside of her. When Flame’s eyes fluttered to focus on Fire, she could see her hair, ignited, caressing his face, strands dancing around their bodies wrapped in an inferno. She wanted to whisper his name, but the erection in her hot mouth moved back and forth keeping her silent. Flame could only offer a small whimper when heat swirled around her bare breasts, squeezing and kneading, tugging her delicate nipples.
Fire was everywhere, sparking with brilliance over her body. A hundred hands caressed and teased her—and loved her. Flame was filled with a sensation that stormed through her; she was hotter than she had ever been in her life. Her body convulsed with an orgasm, then again. The erection slipped from her mouth and she gasped in huge amounts of air. She cried out his name. When the wave passed, the hard, hot, swollen flame was pushed past her lips once more. It felt bigger and thicker. She tongued the intruder willingly, wanting all of him inside all of her. She sucked him, working her mouth against him on her own, drawing him further. She heard Ignis groan and she was elated; he wanted this from her. Her tender vaginal insides squeezed and released as she experimented. Her mind begged to be taken harder and as if he knew what she wanted, Ignis was soon pounding into her. The noise like thunder crashing through the sky as his hips collided with her unmercifully.
Flame sucked him harder, deeper into her mouth until he touched at the back of her throat. She wanted him, and when he gripped her hair and tilted her head back she took more of him. All three cocks moved within her simultaneously. All three stretched her limits, she was filled completely. She needed to scream, to beg—she surrendered. The next orgasm that rocked her was her undoing. Ignis bellowed, it was a terrifying sound yet she wasn’t afraid. The sky lit up brighter all around them. An intense electrical storm shot brilliant streams into the sky to dazzle any who could see from beneath them.
Instead of releasing her to let her yell, a hot blast of lava-scalding liquid filled her at every opening. She was on fire on the inside. Ignis had claimed her, every inch of her belonged to him. She was consumed, burning hot. One quick glance at her body revealed every vein lit with a brilliant blue light from her toes to her breastbone. Instinctively, she knew the blue light shone higher. Sparks from her eyes danced around Fire’s face—falling, intricate, magnificent tears. Her body spasmed and went limp. It was blissful agony. Flame passed out, but not into unconsciousness; she could see in her mind her surroundings.