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This wasn’t at all how her cousins had described it. This wasn’t a magical awakening, a sexual epiphany. It was war!

“Stop fighting me.” Kern accented the order with several brutal thrusts.

“I can’t,” she countered. She wasn’t doing it consciously. Her being felt threatened, so it instinctually fought back. Flight or fight was a basic human—she wasn’t human.

He flipped her onto her belly and forced her legs open with his knees. His cock slammed into her pussy so hard that she cried out. This felt much more antagonistic. His weight pressed her down into the mattress. His cock filled her but didn’t move.

“I will not harm you, but you must yield or your Fire will destroy us both.” He pulled nearly out then pushed back in, focusing her senses on the sensual slide of his cock. “Do you understand me, pet?”

“Yes, Sir. My Fire is out of control.” The flames flickered and lapped at her, warming her from the inside out. It felt good for a few moments, soothing even. Then the intensity flared beyond what was comfortable and she cried out against the bedding. “It’s burning me.”

“Then do not struggle. Allow me to take control.”

She tried to obey, she really did, but the second she sensed him in her mind her instincts took over. She thrashed and bucked, growling at him like an animal. He used more of his body weight to immobilize her. The more completely he controlled her, the more she wanted to thrash. Was she testing his strength, provoking his dominance?

You are a conduit, and conduits need to submit. Everywhere she went she heard that. Her mentor, her cousins, her biological parents. Everyone insisted that she would not be happy, or fully functional, until she surrendered control.

Her muscles spasmed as the Fire lapped at her entire body. Her nipples and clit felt like coals glowing red with lustful desire. The more aggressively Kern advanced, the hotter her Fire burned. She screamed in frustration and fear. If they continued this battle of wills, it would destroy her. She knew it as surely as she knew her own name.

Kern couldn’t force his will upon her if she offered him control of her body. It was a thin justification, but something about it felt right. Unlike a typical activation, this was temporary. Even if she surrendered now, she still had options. She could choose her mates or find a way of avoiding the entire process once she’d learned how to control her power.

“This isn’t working,” she whispered. The words she needed to say next lodged in her throat. Could she make herself say them, knowing he would gladly do what she was about to ask? “This needs to overwhelm me. Please, Sir, fuck my ass.”

His hips paused and his entire body tensed. “You are the most confounding female I have ever met.”

The awe in his voice made her smile and helped her regain her composure. “I am choosing to trust you, Kern. Please, don’t make me regret it.”

He slowly withdrew from her pussy and pulled up on her hips. Raina folded her legs beneath her and braced for the burning pain of his entry. The trainer had stretched her pucker, but she doubted it would be enough to mitigate the pain.

The bed shifted and she was afraid he was leaving the room, but he retrieved something from the floor and then returned to the bed. He eased her cheeks apart and a cool sensation told her what he’d grabbed. The tube of lubricant. “I will try not to hurt you, but you are very tight.”

“And you are hung like a horse,” she finished for him, trying to make this feel less ritualistic.

One of his fingers breached her opening, advancing easily because of the lube. He slid the digit in and out a few times then added a second finger. She tried to relax, to accept his touch in what she’d always considered an unsexy location. It felt odd, slightly degrading, but also arousing.

She turned her head to the side and rested her cheek on her folded arms. She didn’t want to like this, but even the trainer, which had been much bigger, felt good. He fucked into her, pausing to stretch her opening every few strokes. As she grew accustomed to the unfamiliar sensations, it started affecting other areas of her body. Her breasts felt heavy, her core clenched of its own accord, and her clit burned as it had before.

“I’m feeling the Fire,” she warned. “It’s starting up again.”

“I know. I can feel it too.” He stretched her some more then carefully worked in a third finger.

The burning in her bottom made her Fire intensify. She gasped, shifting her hips and lifting up so she could toss her head. “Hot,” she panted. “It’s too hot.”

He positioned the tip of his lube-slickened cock against her back entrance then gripped her hips with both hands. “Breathe through this, and try to push out as I push in.”

She heard the words, even intended to follow his advice, but her power surged as his cock drove into her bottom. She screamed and went wild, bucking and twisting as Fire roared through her body, threatening to burst free in a destructive explosion. His cock thrust deep, filling her much more forcefully than he’d intended. She screamed again, but the burning stretch was so in keeping with the other sensations that she couldn’t separate one from the other.

He flattened her against the bed, controlling her with the weight of his body. Then he pulled her arms out to the sides and held them firmly in place. He slid her legs wide then started fucking her ass with long, steady strokes. She couldn’t move, could barely breathe, but the Fire stabilized. It didn’t recede, but neither did it advance. She still felt unbearably hot, but slowly the escalation began to reverse. He drilled into her over and over, making her feel helpless and overwhelmed.

Rather than rage against the powerlessness, she sank deeper into it, trusting Kern to guide her through this tumult and deliver her safely to the other side. She opened her body and mind, surrendering control for the first time in her life. His intensity no longer frightened her because he was working on her behalf. She felt his presence in her mind, weaving his energy through hers, meticulously neutralizing the volatility. His skill amazed her and distracted her. She relaxed her body and watched him work.

As the consuming Fire faded to a pleasant smolder, her arousal gradually returned. Her breasts pressed against the bed. The rocking motion rubbed her nipples against the rough bedding. Her pussy felt empty, more than ready for a long thick cock of its own, and her clit throbbed in time with her tingling nipples.

“Come for me, pet.” His deep, commanding voice melded with the surreal nature of the experience. “You’ve earned your pleasure.”

“I can’t like this.”

“Then rub your clit. I want to feel this tight little ass ripple around my cock.”

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