Page 72 of Shrine of Fire

“Not teasing.” He looked at me with awe. “Worshipping. The mortal flame burns bright, but yours is the brightest yet.”

He leaned over and gently sucked my nipple into his mouth. I cried out, tilting my head back. It was so good, so hot and warm and for once I focused on the riot of sensations around me. “Please, I need you.”

He worked that breast until I was keening, and then switched to the other. When I thought I was going to die, he moved down my body.

“Lay back on the altar.”

Heat scorched me and flames leapt out of my hands. For a minute I stopped, worried I’d hurt him.

If anything, he was hotter. He shifted me back, and climbed over me, so we were both laying on the alter.

“Cover me in your flames, fire omega. Show me I’m doing well with your ardor.”

“Oh, sweet spirits.” I panted, opening my legs as he moved down my body. I tugged on his robes, and he let me pull them off.

His stomach wound was still red and angry, but he didn’t move like he was in pain. His cock, however, was doing just fine, hard and thick and long.

“Kalahar,” I panted. “Yes.”

“Omegas of old used to sacrifice themselves to spirits, hoping for more power, more control.”

“Take me, I’m yours.” Desire and pleasure rioted through me, the heat of his mouth and body against mine making coherent thought almost impossible.

I needed him, needed him inside me, driving me hotter and hotter until we both exploded. I wrapped my legs around his waist, hooking him against me.

He brought the head of his cock to my entrance and stopped. “Focus now. You’re almost there. When you climax, release all your fire magic at once.”

“I’ll burn everything down.”

He cupped my face. “I won’t let anything happen. I want your flames, fire omega. You said I was yours?” He sank into me.

I moaned, writhing against him. I was so wet that he slid in easily, and when he bottomed out in me with some length to go, I cried out.

“Then give it to me. All of it. The flames, the pain, the lust, desire. It’s mine.” He pulled out and thrust back inside slowly.

I whined, arching my back against him. The pressure inside me was building, but I had to mind my magic. I was so used to pushing it away, especially during sex, that it was a foreign experience to release that tension too.

Like adjusting to the first time I’d felt three men inside me at once, so many sensations to keep track of at once.

Kalahar set a steady grinding motion, moaning himself. “My precious flame, your fire is intoxicating.”

The encouragement helped. I released some magic, and flames licked around us. Kalahar shuddered and thrust into me harder.

He wanted all of me. I pulled him against me harder, making him go as deep as he could each time until he sped up, his hips snapping against mine. I was babbling, moaning his name over and over until I was almost there, the flames higher than ever all around us.

Too much, a voice screamed, you must be careful, it’s too much.

“Nova, come on love, let it go.” Kalahar panted, rocking his hips into mine. “Burn it all away.”

I whimpered, trying to focus on that last bit of resistance. He said he wouldn’t let me burn the Shrine down. I had to trust him. The phoenix drove into me again, snapping his wings out with a gasp, and I cried out, coming hard.

I let go, and the room went up in flames. For one long moment I hovered on the edge of ecstasy, balanced between pleasure and pain, love and loss, life and death. I cried out again, a second orgasm destroying me, and collapsed against him.

For a while we lay there panting, holding each other, Kalahar’s wings wrapped around us both. It was warm despite lying against the stone altar and for once in what felt like forever, pain wasn’t a knife in my heart.

“How did you…how did you do that.” I pushed some hair out of Kalahar’s face. He was blissed out and nuzzling against my face.

“Fire is healing.” He sighed, and the wound on his stomach didn’t look so red. “You were powerful enough to heal me some.”

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