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This pure little creature. A flickering flame of dragon's breath having been kept alight on a single thin wick all her life. Under his hands, she turns ablaze, threatens to burn him too, fire all too consuming, too fierce, too violent.
Shock sparks through him when he sees he would gladly be her wick for the rest of his time spent in this realm. Only to keep this fire from burning out. To let her warmth persist. And he may never be cold again.
Her passion is a violent thing, scorching his fingers where he touches, pulls her toward him. His limbs stand aflame, it’s spreading to his insides, his heart’s hardened layers burning away, revealing the brutal truth of love at its core, his mind invaded, burning all measly motives on which he guided her into these chambers. He can barely keep up with her devouring kisses, hands twisting in his tunic, grabbling to rid him of it, to have him bare laid out in front of her. It takes and takes, eats away at him until her hips grind on his and he's lost. He's lost.
In the midst of this ball of flame, he rekindles his own, the dragon's blood burning in his veins at the prospect of having her, his kind, his soul, the dragon’s blood. It alights him, his fire meeting hers and it’s an explosion of lust, coupling between them as he sinks into her or her unto him and they connect, connect and burn brighter. He has never tasted fire like this.
Frenzy overrunning their minds as they join themselves, infinite warmth enveloping them as they rock against the walls of the brothel, moist with lovers' kisses, echoing still the gasps of liaisons past and present. They add their heaviness to it, the heat of their coupling engraving itself into the stones as he presses their palms to the wall to hold them up when knees give out, the other wrapping around her back, her legs unrelenting in their grip around his waist, her breasts pressed against his chest. Synchronized beating of hearts. Closer, warmer.
Her lips are soft and his soul soars as she quivers, hot wetness trailing out from where they're joined, brought together again and again and again, solid heat in drenched folds harder and faster while their hands remain soft in each other’s palms, their eyes tender in their lock, their breaths heavy, gasping into their opened mouths.
It's an ardent, eager thing birthed from unadulterated want; restraints dropped by reciprocation. Right there in her eyes, he finds the want he has longed to feel all his life. Another desiring him equally. And their fire ravages.
In this blaze, he will gladly burn.