How laughable when a mortal man claimed he had made a woman his. It was impossible. But an element could.
When Ignis could fill her no more, he began moving, stroking her inside and out. She was trying to cry out, but he wouldn’t allow it; his fiery cock was thick, her mouth was wide. Ignis pressed his lips to her ear. If she begged him to stop, she could be injured. She hadn’t given herself to him as yet. Even if she panicked, Flame was safe as long as she didn’t utter any words. If the lava heard her fearful words, it would assume Flame had lost faith in Ignis and the lava could then claim her.
Lava, a perpetual misfit, a destructive rascal, was too eager to wander across the Earth; this was why it was contained in its own pen. At times the lava would escape, and Mother Nature couldn’t be everywhere to watch her creations. Lava was a curious, primitive, animal-like substance keen to visit with humans. As a puppy would, lava exploded wildly once set free of its cage, enthusiastic to make its presence known. It was saddened when even the creeping, lazy motion was rejected. The poor substance had no idea how terrifying it was to the mortal world.
Once more, Flame whimpered and Ignis spoke soothing words. His fire nuzzled at her playfully. Ignis gripped her behind and pulled her closer, pressing his body to hers to calm her. Her whimpering ceased; her body pushed into him and she moaned.
He felt her legs wrap around his waist and she tugged on her wrists that were behind her back, where tendrils of fire had wrapped around to hold her still. Ignis pumped into her faster and harder, taking her entire body. Her widened eyes fluttered. Her head slipped to his shoulder and she shuddered her release. Ignis absorbed her wetness, it bubbled and evaporated, he then blew more air into her lungs as she gasped from the shock of her orgasm. Her hair was alive and flowing around both of them, highlights so vibrant they shimmered. He felt more than saw the lava caress her. Ignis didn’t mind if it touched as long as it didn’t invade. She belonged to him.
Lava swirled around her breasts in intrigue, her nipples were tugged and she groaned. Normally a human female didn’t last long enough to touch and satisfy a curiosity in the bubbling lava. The boiling liquid grew bolder and slid across her pussy, pressing between her lips to stroke her bud. Ignis heard Flame moan. The lava crept between her butt cheeks to caress her ass. Flame gave in; she accepted what was happening and how it was happening. It was hard for a human, Ignis knew; what was impossible should stay impossible until the choice was no longer yours to make. You had to believe.
Ignis released her mouth. His fiery cock slipped from her lips. She gasped in a great amount of air as Ignis’ thrusts to her pussy and ass grew brutal. Lava rolled across her lips enjoying the taste of her sweet saliva. Ignis allowed the intrusion for a few minutes more before ordering lava back. Lava would taste her again another time. Pleased, the lava obeyed. Flame was crying out, the orgasm building again. Once more Ignis penetrated her mouth and invaded her. There was no fight, no fear. Flame swallowed him down. Ignis wasn’t a human’s inches in either length or width. There was neither beginning nor end of him. He knew Flame could feel him everywhere inside of her, taking her everywhere. It was how it should be, at least, for an element.
Ignis could taste all of her, he flowed through her veins lighting up her body. Her essence drove him wild. A fiery glow lit up behind her eyelids. When she opened her eyes, Ignis saw them ignite. They burned with unleashed passion. Her mouth closed over his fire erection and she sucked him hard. Ignis smiled, watching her work him. Her insides squeezed and relaxed giving him great pleasure. Ignis wanted to explode but knew her human form had taken enough already. When he came, it was enough to make her shudder with her release, groan from his force, and go limp in his arms when he absorbed her body fluid with his overwhelming heat. He pulled her into him, inside of him, to caress her delicate bones, the intricate shape of her pelvis, her organs; her beating heart was stroked lovingly. Flame’s hot blood rolled like the lava they were engulfed in. He wanted all of her, everything was his to know. He felt her love for him within her entire being. It was like nothing Ignis had ever known. A human could love with her entire body, it was a revelation.
Once satisfied no part of her had not been explored, Ignis shot them both from the volcano and headed directly to the stars. The constellation Orion had teased him often enough about the sun spurning him. Especially Alpha, Betelgeuse, who had said no one, would ever love an element, elements were too self-centered. The star was wrong. Flame’s love for Ignis was visual, she was completely covered in lava from head to toe—a human, and she still lived as she smoldered. On Ignis’ heels was lava’s bubbling laughter. The Alpha, Betelgeuse, stopped twinkling with his embarrassment. The supergiant turned an even brighter red, angering Orion as the other stars complained the supergiant once again was outshining them all—even if it was from humiliation. Ignis soared through the heavens and heard Father Universe chuckle with pleasure.
Ignis could feel Flame hide within his encircling embrace, in the Heavens Ignis’ element state was rolling brilliant light, not fire. He traveled as a ghost throughout the universe. Flame needn’t worry about exposure; with the lava coating her face and hair, her identity was hidden from the stars. She didn’t quite understand what was happening, but she would. Only the important elements could know her, see her. Ignis just reveled in taunting the almighty Hunter, Orion and his followers.
Proudly, Ignis did display his beautiful Flame to the ones who mattered. Flame’s body was healed and kept whole by Mother Nature who approved the union. Next, his brothers were summoned—no other element was to touch her. The brothers agreed, some with smirks and raised eyebrows. Normally, it was Ventus who made such a demand for some human, and none had ever been brought for open approval into the Heavens.
The marvel of a human seeing any of them was intriguing as all strove to catch sight of the female. Ignis had her well wrapped within himself; Flame was the first human to set foot in the universe without a protective human space suit or vessel. This was Ignis’ first; the elements would be indulgent until his fancy fled to another, most assuredly it couldn’t last. A human and an element? Preposterous, yet highly entertaining.
Moon demanded an audience with the couple. Ignis was surprised yet complied.
“What do you care of a human female?” Ignis asked Moon, feeling protective.
“Humans have always been compelled by me. They worship me, love me. I control the tides, a gift from your father—an obvious annoyance to Nimbus, but they are mine nonetheless to have power over. I too have felt the touch of a human, Earth—Terra, does not own their delicate souls. Though a human may not press their skin to mine I have had the pleasure of their simple weight beneath my feet. You have chased my Sun all these millennia, I was curious as to who would usurp her for your love.” Ignis showed his Flame with pride. Flame’s look was utter amazement. Moon nodded. Then one great crater eye looked shrewd. “Beware the fire’s flame. It can warm your heart or burn you to cinder.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Ignis snapped.
“Take a good long look at me, my friend; she could render you feeling helpless,” Moon said.
“She is a human female, she can’t burn me.”
“And it would appear you can’t burn her. You fight fire with fire. She may not burn your insides—but she does make you burn with passion. It is possible to be destroyed from the inside out. Elements are emotional tempests; they can sizzle or explode into feelings. You have your hands full.” Moon chuckled and, frowning, Ignis left.
It took only moments for Ignis to return Flame to her home. This time he crawled into the shower with her and held her in his arms under the teaming cold water. Though fire, Ignis was used to water. His brother, Nimbus, had blasted him often enough when they were children. It was done in play. The idea was amusing. Ignis had no doubt a human ever knew an element could play.
The silly humans need only look to the sky and earth. When a fire blazed, a sudden rainstorm could loom from nowhere dousing the heat. Which element could crash louder? Thunder or a lightning bolt? Smoke could be blown away with wind. Poor humans, they were like the ball in a game of Monkey in the Middle when the elements played.
Flame stirred in his arms. She was drenched. She looked beautiful, soaking wet, hot, smoldering. The golden highlights of her hair shimmered brighter, lighting her crown in a wondrous vision. Her arms that had been languishing at her sides lifted to wrap around his neck. Flame pulled herself higher to bury her face into his throat. Ignis found it intriguing when he dipped his head and kissed her. He had never kissed in water. It was pleasant, slippery and not burning, though hot nonetheless. Moist and tender, sleekness as their lips meshed together, drinking from one another. He wondered if this was what Nimbus felt, the slippery softness of skin on skin. Had his brother had sex with a human? Ignis would have to ask him.
“Even doused, your fire still burns,” Flame mumbled when he released her lips.
Ignis realized, though wet, when their mouths met his embers sizzled into her cheeks and danced across her tongue. He had the strangest idea. Ignis lowered Flame down the length of his body. He settled her onto her knees. She looked dazed. His hard, wet erection was pushed past her lips. Very gently his hips thrust forward as she took him deeper. His cock was thick and long but not alive with his fire. Never had Ignis felt the need to limit himself, until now. It was only ten inches, nothing really.
Flame made groaning and gasping noises as he slid himself further. She pulled back but his hand buried into her hair. He was intrigued. It was, after all, only a man-sized cock at the moment. She struggled as he pushed into her throat. It was a curious feeling, not unpleasant, interesting. She felt so warm and soft it was impossible not to want her to have all of him. His rhythm became demanding, almost harsh as she resisted, trying to pull back. Ignis felt she would settle as she always did. Flame’s body trembled.
Her hands tightened onto his wrists. Her fingernails burrowed into his skin. She was distressed and the thought surprised Ignis. She had just had sex in lava and
now
he was scaring her? Ignis pulled back a small way, he heard her suck air into her nose, she was moaning and he nodded in understanding. He wasn’t in complete control of her body. A human man didn’t have the power to breathe for her; a human male didn’t have the ability to engulf her entire being in safety. A human male could cause great harm. Ignis could cause great harm. The idea was both annoying and enlightening. If he were to have sex as a human he would have to be doubly careful. He didn’t want her pain or her fear.
Ignis relaxed his grip in her hair, he then released her altogether. She stopped pulling back. Her hands, which had been digging into his wrists, dropped to fondle his balls. Water streamed across her back, dripping over and between her ass cheeks. It was primal, with him—a man—somewhat, standing with his woman before him on her knees. No wonder a human male enjoyed this. A dominant position for both lovers. The way she slid her mouth over him made him feel powerful and helpless. Ignis could feel himself build. It was hard not to ignite. Ignis grit his teeth. He wanted to hammer himself into her welcoming mouth, but he rocked carefully. When he came, he tossed back his head and bellowed, an eruption of fire burst past his mouth to burn the ceiling in an orgasm of passion.
Dismayed, Flame released him and grabbed the shower head. She sprayed the damage, gaining control over it. Ignis smiled and with a thought the fire was out. The ceiling was charred. In the bedroom a smoke alarm went off. Flame looked at him, none too happy, but Ignis laughed. If you played with fire something was bound to end up burnt.
Chapter 4
Flame looked around at the faces of the twenty or so children sitting at desks before her. Ray had volunteered to teach a fire safety course to his nephew’s class. Ray had the flu and Flame was filling in. She didn’t mind. The kids were about eight, eager, giggly. Flame held up a lighter.
“Does anyone know what this is?” she asked.
A dozen hands flew in the air waving madly. She pointed at a little girl who was squirming in her seat like a cute, wiggly puppy desperate for attention.
“It’s a lighter,” the little blonde twittered. “My mommy says they’re used to light my daddy’s and Uncle Ted’s cancer sticks.”
Flame chuckled. “Yes, it is a lighter. It can be used in many ways, but its sole purpose is to light a fire or cause something to burn. Fire is why I’m here today.”
“Uncle Ray got sick,” a young tow-headed boy said to the class in general.
“Hopefully, he’ll be better soon, Raymond,” Flame said to the boy, Ray’s nephew.
“Do you put out fires?” another child asked.
“I investigate arson,” Flame replied. It took only one second for the next question that was sure to follow.
“What’s arson?” the little blond girl asked.
Raymond rolled his eyes. “Girls,” he muttered. “It’s when mean people start fires on purpose, Lacey.” Flame smiled but hid it behind her hand. The little imp sounded just like his uncle.
“My daddy’s not mean, Ray-Ray,” Lacey stormed. “He starts fires when we camp so I can roast wieners and marshmallows.”
“No you dummy, not that kind of fire, sheesh,” Raymond said and snorted.
“Raymond, there will be no name-calling in my class,” the teacher admonished. “Your uncle teaches you many things about fire that the others don’t know. That’s why you wanted him to come today—to teach. If you are going to say thoughtless things, the others may not want to learn, they may be too embarrassed to ask questions. Do you think this is important enough for your classmates to understand? Especially if it could save their lives one day?”