Page 35 of Crown of Flame

I push her legs apart and look up at her when she stops me. The urgency is building with every moment. Is this not what she meant?

“What are you doing?”

I can sense her reluctance, but the red tone her cheeks have taken on betrays her. She’s being consumed by something.

“I want to taste you,” I say.

I do not care if this is the way she intends, the call to her body is too great.

“Okay,” she whispers, the heat rising hotter and higher.

I dip down and brush my fiery tongue against her hot core. Her taste is something I’ve never experienced. She screams out.

“Does this hurt you?” I ask, pulling back and certain I am killing her.

“No,” she pants. “Please. Keep going.”

I oblige, stroking my tongue against the soft folds of flesh.

Her taste is swirling, spiraling inside my senses – a flavor with the vibrancy of deep quartz, but perhaps even more profound somehow. Her moans are soft whispers in the air, tiny intonations of pleasure that vibrate through my ethereal body.

I explore her further, my fiery tongue delving deeper into her core, tracing patterns she seems to enjoy. It’s mesmerizing, this dance we’re performing, a strange and captivating intertwining of our beings that I never imagined could occur.

“Faster,” she breathes.

A command? A plea? I don't understand, but I am intrigued by her urgency. I quicken my movements, allowing the rhythm of our bodies to guide me.

Her breath hitching in uneven gasps validates me.

She clings onto me tighter and I savor her madness as I become her tether to sanity. The world around us blurs into insignificance. It's just us two – a creature made from earth and fire, and a mortal woman sharing an intimate bond.

Her body rises from the ground and presses against me. She emits sounds that appear strangled and painful. But she keeps telling me not to stop. I take this as a cue that she likes it and the sounds are just a part of the act.

The heat radiates from her is intoxicating – not dangerous – as if beckoning me further into her embrace. My focus remains unbroken. I refuse to withdraw my attention from the crimson taste between her thighs.

"Cinis. I want more." She quakes beneath me, her voice carrying an echo that lingers in the air.

The intensity of my explorations increases tenfold – I am relentless with my fiery tongue dancing against her folds, drawing out sweet nectar that drips down in rivulets. Every twitch, gasp, and moan she emits fuels my fervor. She is the siren, and I am drawn to her song.

And then, suddenly, she erupts with a shuddering cry, her body convulsing beneath me. I can feel waves of energy pulsate from her core, reverberating through me like a shockwave.

Her hands clutch my fiery form tighter as she rides out the waves of what can only be described as ecstasy. The sight of her in such raw pleasure is hypnotic, a sight that I have never experienced before.

“This doesn’t burn you?” I ask, pausing to look up at her.

“Gods, no. Please don’t stop, Cinis,” she cries, guiding my head back down to her entrance.

Her plea is irresistible and commanding. I catch her gaze briefly, her eyes wide open and glittering with the same incandescent glow that radiates from my flame-kissed form.

I feel the connection between us like sparks dancing between our bodies, connecting each touch of my tongue to her pulsing flesh in blazes of wild energy. Surrendering to her command, I delve back into the sweet abyss with renewed fervor.

Her crimson petals taste like nothing I could have imagined, a flavor that seems to personify the essence of life itself. Every stroke of my tongue elicits a chorus of melodies, the rhythms harmonizing with her frantic heartbeat. There's an urgency in her moans now, a wild cadence that signals the upcoming storm of ecstasy about to unleash within her.

Her voice is half a plea, half an order, and completely irresistible. So I continue to move along her folds, exploring the feel and sensation, my tongue painting intricate patterns along her entrance. Her taste again floods my senses.

Her breathing becomes ragged, and her body starts to tremble violently beneath me.

Suddenly it is like she has become the center of the universe itself. All energy, all existence, seems to radiate from her. Her folds emanate a heat that I chase with fervor. I slide my tongue around the bud above her folds. This adds to her rhythmic movements against me.

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