I stared at her in shock. “Why the change of heart?” I wondered seriously, trying to ignore the knots in my stomach. She had been so pushy about it at the office.
She sighed. “I just…really like you. And I don’t want to hurt you.” She seemed exceptionally vulnerable again, honestly meaning every word.
I mimicked her heavy sigh. “It’s fine Lily. We can at least give it a try.”
Surprisingly, she nodded somberly, her excitement and anticipation both completely gone.
She showed me around her house first, leaving her bedroom for last. She had a living room to the left of the entryway, with the kitchen on the right. It was a fairly simple design, with only one floor and a hallway down the middle. Her bedroom was down the hall on the left behind the living room, and there was both a guest bathroom behind the kitchen, as well as a private master bathroom that could only be reached through her bedroom.
Other than closets, the only other two rooms in the house were a small laundry room and small guest bedroom behind the kitchen. She kept her Minx 9000 in the guest-room, having repurposed it as a workout room instead. The living room had a three-seater couch covered in the same FRIL material as her clothing. In the kitchen was a small table that had the appearance of darkly stained mahogany with four matching chairs.
The dark furniture was sharply contrasted against the lightly colored ivory walls. It appeared as if a special material was used for the interior – likely something that wouldn’t burn or warp when exposed to flames, but that also meant she probably couldn’t paint her walls.
I wasn’t too surprised with the simplicity, largely because I suspected that with the high cost of the building materials, likely mostly synthetic fire-proof wood, it would be ridiculously expensive to build anything much more elaborate.
However, interestingly there was plenty of space, with her bedroom being the largest room in the house. The primary piece of furniture inside was a monster super-sized bed in the middle, which was two sizes up from a king. It could comfortably fit five people easily, probably even six. And just like her clothing, her sheets and blankets were made of the FRIL material. Currently, she had a purple set of latex sheets covering her bed.
Once we were inside her bedroom, she began taking off her clothes hesitantly. We had already decided to skip the sensual undressing part to avoid my clothes catching on fire, so I wasn’t too surprised. I quickly followed her lead and got naked with her.
Within a minute, we found ourselves sitting in front of each other on her latex sheets, the tension already building from the visual intimacy.
And damn, she was something amazing to look at naked. I had to remind myself to focus on her needs first – my reward came later. But DAMN, it was so hard not to reach out and touch her amazing breasts. Staring at them was almost too much for me as it was.
Apparently, she liked what she saw too, because she was already hot enough to visibly see waves of heat coming off her body. It was like seeing the visual distortions coming off a car hood in the middle of the summer. I did my best to ignore it as we scooted closer to begin kissing. She seemed shy about reaching down to grab me, making me recall that this was her first time ever. I grabbed her hand and helped her along until she had me firmly in her grasp.
She gasped and looked down for a few seconds while I continued to kiss her on the temple and forehead. I ran my fingers through her hair, discovering that even that was hot to the touch. Her lips then met mine again with renewed passion.
Surprisingly, my rapidly forming second-degree burns didn’t bother me at first. I was used to some pretty serious pain after all. However, much to our disappointment, Lily scorched me to the bone in less than a minute after that. It honestly wasn’t that bad until she actually lit on fire.
She pulled away immediately, her expression initially horrified, before she registered that my body was already quickly regenerating. At first, I thought she was horrified to see most of my skin gone, but then it became apparent she was just upset that she had hurt me so badly.
Her expression saddened, tears beginning to slip from her smoldering eyes. The orange color of her irises was the most tame I had ever seen, like a fire dying out. It made me feel a little sad too. But at least it didn’t hurt as bad as I was expecting. I didn’t even make a sound when she turned into a bonfire momentarily.
She looked at me apologetically once I was back to normal. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “This was a mistake after all.”
I sighed again, reaching out to rest my hand on her thigh.
Shit, her skin was so smooth! She looked up at me in surprise, tucking some of her blonde hair behind her ear anxiously. I kept my eyes on her toned stomach as I spoke, memorizing the shape of her navel. “Tell me about your ability,” I said quietly. “You’re probably right that this won’t work out, but let’s at least keep trying to experiment.”
“But doesn’t it hurt?” She asked just as quietly. She didn’t budge, as if moving a muscle was going to cause me pain again.
I nodded somberly. “Well, yeah, it certainly doesn’t feel great, but I’ve experienced a lot worse. And honestly, if there’s even a tiny chance that we can find a way to make this work out then I’m willing to put up with the pain.”
Her eyes filled with more tears and she immediately looked away. “I don’t deserve you,” she whispered.
I smirked at her, examining her expression. “Well thanks for the compliment, but I’d be lying if I said I was doing this for completely selfless reasons. I want to screw you just as badly as you want to do me.”
She abruptly looked back up in surprise, holding my gaze as passion quickly replaced her sadness. Her eyes were alive again, the swirling shades of orange intensifying around the edges of the eclipses of her pupils.
I quickly changed the subject, knowing that just jumping right back in wasn’t going to solve anything. “So, what do you know about your ability? What sets it off exactly? Obviously, it isn’t just about being upset, because you were crying just a second ago.”
She nodded slowly, her eyes calming down as she thought about it. “Well, I’m not sure exactly. Maybe it’s related to my heart rate?”
“But you said you exercise.” I reminded her.
“Oh, you’re right.” She looked down at her chest then, as if remembering our conversation earlier.
I tried not to get too distracted by following her gaze. “Okay, so then, it can’t be your heart rate. Maybe it’s caused by a hormone, like adrenaline? Does it happen if you get scared?”
“Huh, actually yeah.” She paused to think about it. “If I get scared, horny, pissed, or even just overly excited, I explode into flames.”
I smirked at her. “Okay, then my next question is, have you ever tried to control where it happens?”
She cocked her head to the side. “What do you mean?”
“Like, have you ever tried to just make your hand blow up instead of your whole body? Or even just half your body?”
“Well, no I’ve never tried.” She admitted. “I can’t just use my fire whenever I want. I have to be provoked, which means I’ve never really experimented with it. If anything, I’ve spent my entire life trying not to use it.”
I thought about that for a moment, realizing that even if there was a specialized job that her ability could be useful for, she wouldn’t be able to do it if she didn’t have the ability to produce flames on command. That could be its own project eventually, but first we needed to focus on seeing if she could learn how to control where the fire went once it was activated.
I took a deep breath, preparing myself mentally for what I was silently committing to. “Then let’s try working on that just for today. No pressure if you can’t do it, but let’s try getting you aroused and this time you focus on seeing if you can force your explosive tendencies to just part of your body.”
Lily’s eyes widened in response. “Just for today?” She whispered in disbelief.
I nodded, slightly confused. �
�Well, yeah. If it’s even possible for you to do it, then it will probably take a ton of practice. Why?”
She just stared at me, her full lips slightly parted, her eyes wide. “You’re going to do this with me again? After today?”
Oh, that’s why she was confused. I grinned at her again. “Yep! I’ve made up my mind now. I’m sticking with this indefinitely, and you can always repay me by letting me have some fun with you after we’ve practiced for a few hours every day.”
“A few hours?!” She exclaimed.
I nodded slowly. “Is that too much for you?”
“Too much for me?! Are you serious right now?”
I crossed my arms. “I’m very serious.”
She continued to stare at me for a few seconds. “Are you sure?” She finally whispered.
“Very sure,” I replied simply.
Her expression remained shocked, before her eyes slowly became desperately passionate again. “Okay,” she finally whispered. “It’s a deal.”
I grinned before jumping her this time. I shoved her onto her back and tried to get some sensual kissing in before she lit up. She immediately wrapped her legs around my waist and shoved her pelvis against me, kissing me deeply before I was in the middle of a bonfire again.
We pulled apart just as soon as we had come together, but when she tried to calm down, I told her not to. Instead, I backed away on the massive bed and instructed her keep it up for as long as possible while trying to only allow part of her body to lose the fire.
Of course, it didn’t work, dying out all at once after about ten seconds.
Without missing a beat, I tackled her again and started the entire process all over. Honestly, while the being burned alive kind of sucked, the rest of it was a little fun. It became a game to see if we could get more than a few seconds of kissing in, which we never did, but it was still fun to try.
A lot of fun.
6: The Fruits of One’s Labor
It ended up taking Lily a solid week to begin controlling even a little where her fire exploded. When she did it for the first time, she managing to keep her foot from bursting into flames. However, she was so thrilled that she erupted into an inferno in her room, scorching me to the bone again even though I was several feet away.
She was immediately apologetic, but I could sincerely say I shared her enthusiasm. Because now we knew it might actually be possible. It gave us hope, especially since she wasn’t able to repeat it right away.
And if I was being completely honest, I didn’t mind the process at all. I didn’t bother with my daily ritual of building up my pain tolerance anymore, because I had discovered a significantly more enjoyable method. Plus, Lily literally let me do whatever I wanted with her after we had spent a few hours of practice, so I had absolutely nothing to complain about.
Getting to play with a hottie like her however I wanted was a dream come true – even though I’d never dreamt a day in my life. But that alone became its own separate event, with her dressing up for me, dancing for me, posing for me – literally, whatever I wanted, she’d do it. And surprisingly she loved every second of it herself. If I touched her, I still had to be careful not to get her too aroused, but that wasn’t too much of a sacrifice. For every three hours of helping her practice controlling her fire, I got at least an hour of my own entertainment.
After the second night, I started sleeping with her too.
Well, she slept.
I just enjoyed snuggling with her, watching anime on my tablet and occasionally touching her chest or rubbing her lips with mine while she slept. Even her pajamas were the same latex-style material, so I was in heaven. I would sometimes run my fingers over the material while she slept just to listen to the crinkly sound it made against my firm touch. And because her nightgown wasn’t pulled taut, it was almost always full of alluring wrinkles that captured the light from my tablet and demanded my attention.
Heaven, indeed.
It didn’t take long before everyone found out we were dating. Although, I hadn’t even considered framing it in those terms until three days later when Nick was asking about our sudden lovey-dovey socializing. I was standing next to his chair, looking over a report with him when he asked about it unexpectedly. It was obvious to everyone something was different, especially considering I had always been annoyed at her before. But Lily and I hadn’t really talked about it, so I called out to her in the middle of the workday.
“Hey Lily? Do you want to be my girlfriend?”
She immediately leapt from her chair to look at me over the cubicles, her orange eyes writhing rapidly, but she managed to keep herself under control. Almost the entire office was suddenly peering over the edge of their cubicles too, not a single one managing to hide their shock.
With a huge grin, she replied. “Hell yes I do!”
I looked back down at Nick’s stunned expression, speaking loudly for everyone to hear. “Then yeah, I guess we are dating.”
By the end of the first week, I was perfectly content with our newfound situation even before she showed signs of improving. It was way better than my solo routine I’d been doing for decades.
Shit, who was I kidding? As I had told Lily before, I hadn’t gotten serious with a girl in over a century. This was a thousand times better.
However, despite our regular practicing, Lily couldn’t consistently keep her foot from lighting on fire with the rest of her body. It took a solid month just to do it with any regularity.
And even then, once she was managing it most of the time, it wasn’t for another two months until she got both her legs to remain normal. They were still really hot, temperature-wise, but not on fire at least.
However, then sometime between Christmas and New Year’s Eve, we discovered we had a new problem to tackle.
Even once she managed to keep her entire lower half from catching fire, with me always behind her while she was on her hands and knees, she could only maintain it for a few seconds at most.
Before she was even close to orgasming, her body would completely ignite again.
However, we continued to practice for hours every day, and Lily began to become discouraged when she still couldn’t have sex by Valentine’s day. And even more so, as her March 21st birthday loomed closer and closer.
Finally, after it had been five months, she almost had an orgasm just before exploding.
It was too much for her.
“Dammit!” She cried out, her frustration quickly shifting to tears. She slumped down flat on her stomach, grasping at her latex sheets as she began to sob.
I paused for a moment as her flames died out, before I crawled on top of her and began gently kissing her neck. I knew it was bothering her that she was missing all the major holidays – all the normal times when couples had sex. And with her birthday coming up in two weeks, it was really weighing on her mind. She didn’t want to have to wait another year to have sex on her birthday for the first time.
“I love you,” I whispered.
Lily unexpectedly froze.
Despite months of all this time together, neither one of us had used the 'L' word. Her crying abruptly halted and she turned to look at me from the corner of her tear-filled eyes. I readjust myself to her side, so I could look at her expression. Her orange irises slowly shifted to passion again, the smoldering in her eyes reigniting. However, the speed of the shifting colors was slower than usual.
“I love you,” she whispered back after a second. “More than anything.”
I bent down and gently kissed her on the cheek, feeling the full length of my body pressed against hers. She quickly shifted herself, meeting my lips with her own.
As we began to kiss slowly, gently…for the first time ever, she didn’t explode into flames.
Her body barely even heated up.
We didn’t realize until later that the reason why Lily wasn’t bursting into flames from the kiss was because the emotion behind it was totally different this time. Rather than the raw passion we had bo
th been experiencing from our desire to screw each other, this was somehow more tame while simultaneously more powerful.
Much more powerful.
The slow and gentle kissing led to me carefully pushing her on her back, only to climb on top of her to try to have sex again. It happened so easily this time. So naturally.
I wasn’t focused on her body for once. Instead, I was focused on her, my mind intently watching her eyes as I kissed her carefully and deliberately. And I could see in her gaze that she was experiencing the same thing. Her orange irises were lit up brightly, but they were somehow the calmest I’d ever seen them. The colors shifting gradually while she kissed me, holding my gaze. There was a different kind of passion in her eyes. A different kind of desire.
And then it happened.
Neither of us were expecting it, or even trying for it, both of us being too focused on the other to even worry about what we were trying to do.
Lily got there, and it was both the calmest and most passionate thing I’d ever seen. Her chin unexpectedly stuck upwards, her back arching slightly, and she gasped quietly. Her body was then tense for a few seconds as she stared at me with wide eyes, before she finally relaxed, letting out a deep sigh.
But it didn’t stop there. Her eyes grew even brighter, the shifting color almost coming to a complete halt, and she reached up with her hands to pull my lips onto hers again. We continued to kiss so slow that it was hard to even call it kissing. It was more like resting our lips on each other, only to occasionally shift positions slightly.
Her breath was sweet like melting caramel, so just inhaling her was more than satisfying on its own. Not to mention just experiencing the sensation of her lips on mine, the sensation of being inside of her. It was enough to enjoy being in the moment, like time had come to almost complete halt, moving as slow as molasses.
I wasn’t expecting her to get there again, and neither was she, so when it unexpectedly happened we were both shocked. There wasn’t even a buildup – no warning. Suddenly, she was quietly gasping again, her body tensing up tighter this time.
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