King of Flames

by Ana Calin

  “You belong to me on levels you can’t even begin to understand,” I slur, low in her ear. I can feel her heartbeat slamming against my chest, and the need to crush her against me and push my tongue inside her mouth becomes overwhelming.

  “I made a blood oath to set you free, Cerys, but not to keep away from you. I will go after the men in your life until I find out who you gave your heart and your body to, so if you want at least a semblance of normalcy when this is over, you better talk to me now. I just need to know”

  I radiate shadow now, and sweat breaks out all over Cerys’ skin, I can smell it under the black latex. It’s a sweet scent of lilies and raging hormones that makes my nostrils flare and my head bend in close to the curvature of her neck. She pushes my chest with her hands, trying to put distance between us, but I just can’t let her go.

  “You set the King of Flames on fire, Cerys, and now you have to deal with it.”

  “Listen, I’m sorry I came on to you the way I did, all right?” she pleads. “All it took was a moment, and I lost control. But if you keep doing this...” Her voice trails off, and I relax my grip around her. I’m too intense, and I don’t want to scare her.

  But when I look into her eyes again, surprise.

  “I know I shouldn’t say this. Cursed realms, I shouldn’t even feel it, but everything about you turns me on, Xerxes, even your jealousy.” Her hands wander under my jacket, purposeful and free, like she’s growing more comfortable with this indeed. “I swear there is no man in my life right now, is that good enough for you?”

  “Has there ever been one?”

  “Even if there has been, he’s in the past, and it’s where he’s staying.”

  That only twists the knife, and the need to know surges.

  “Were you ever in love before? Like really, madly in love?”

  “My heart is still my own, as are my secrets.” Her voice is suave, melting me when she presses that sweet mouth on my chest, kissing me softly.

  “Cerys please, I need to know, I can’t explain why, but it burns.”

  “I can explain why.” She kisses me lower, and then lower. “You’re jealous. You want to be the only man in my life.”

  Oh, yes, I do want that. The words feel so true. I lean my head back, enjoying the sensation of her soft lips kissing their way down my body, to my abs. When she reaches the line of hair that leads down in my pants I grab her arms, determined to stop her.

  “Wait,” I manage. “I don’t want you to do something you might regret.”

  “Oh, trust me, there will be no regrets,” she says seductively, looking up at me. She’s on her knees in that latex suit, her stare promising dirty things, forbidden things, things that might cost us both our souls. “Don’t you want to see me take your cock into my mouth? Worshipping you like you’re my king?”

  “Cerys.”

  She grabs my cock through my pants, massaging it. It’s too big for her hand, which she notices right away. Her eyes fall to it, her lips parting.

  “You’re my fated mate, and this is all for me,” she whispers, a thrill of pleasure running through her body, I can see it. She starts to undo my pants, licking her lips like in searing anticipation.

  Her fingers work eagerly on my pants, but I manage to rip myself from the temptation and swing her up.

  “I want you in my mouth, now,” she demands. The craving in her eyes hits me in soft places I didn’t know I had. It’s so fucking seductive, irresistible, when a woman wants you like that. No man could ever resist.

  But the jealousy that she mentioned won’t let me be.

  “You want my cock? You tell me first. Has there ever been a man in your life?”

  Her small white jaw tightens, the sign she hates losing this power struggle. But it turns out her desire for me is stronger than her need to control me.

  “No. I have never been with a man. I am a virgin.”

  The words send a feeling of relief all through me. I must be smiling like an idiot, because it causes her to smile back. She traces my cheek with her small fingers.

  “Look at you,” she whispers, obviously taking delight in what she sees. “So carefree, so...young. So handsome.” Her hand moves down to my lips, tracing them gently. “I love the shape of your lips. Beautifully sculpted, by the hands of Divinity itself.”

  God, the woman has a way with words... I just let her take my upper lip gently between hers, then the lower one, kissing me sweetly. Passion fuels her, and she opens her mouth against mine, hands on my face, as if she can’t get close enough.

  I lay her down by the fire, but she wraps her legs around my hips, clenching them around me like a snake. She wants me, badly, teasing the beast inside of me.

  “Oh, Cerys,” I breathe as I try to disengage from our embrace so I can rip her latex suit off of her, and cover her in kisses from head to toe, but she has other plans. She uses the moment to push me up.

  She doesn’t put any strength in it, and even if she did she wouldn’t be able to even move me an inch, but I give in to her signal and do what I understand she wants me to. When I’m standing she reaches for my fly, finishing the work she started minutes ago.

  My erection springs free, and Cerys stares at it in awe.

  I have experience in matters of sex, so much of it that I thought I’d lost all sensitivity to it, that it’s just a base release for me, but Cerys stirs me on levels that no woman ever has. My cock glistens golden and hard in the firelight, the head purple, aching with want.

  “I’ve never done this before,” she says. “But with you, my very heart yearns for it.”

  With those words she closes her eyes and kisses my cock like a lover, right on the crest. It sends current all through me. And when she flicks out her tongue and licks my precum, I lose a deep groan. Instinct and want takes over. I grab her thick braided ponytail, winding it around my wrist and keeping the knot in my fist.

  “Take it in,” I order gruffly, tugging her hair gently, and pushing my cock down her throat. It’s an almost rough gesture, and it’s where my passion takes me, but it obviously doesn’t bother Cerys at all. She opens her mouth and takes in as much of me as she can. I watch her jaw opening wider as she slides down toward the root, her upper lip grazing my skin. She doesn’t do a very good job of sheathing her teeth, so I can feel them along with her lips, but it doesn’t matter, because it’s her, and it gives me one hell of a sensation.

  I tug lightly on her hair to signal that she should move back before she chokes on me, but she moans into my cock and tries to take even more of me into her mouth, right down to my balls. She can’t, her mouth is too small for the size of me, but her obstinacy and voracity take away the last bit of sense I held on to. I slide one more loop of her ponytail around my wrist so that my hand is close to her head now, and keep her in place so I can fuck her mouth.

  I’m a beast, a monster for making this her first time with a man, but the almost masochistic way she enjoys it spurs me on. I try not to look at her, for fear of becoming rougher, but she lets out a muffled moan against my cock, and I can’t resist. I look down at her sucking my cock in her latex suit, and her liquid gaze tells a story that makes cum flood my cock.

  There’s no mistaking that gaze. She loves the sight of me in a leather jacket and ripped jeans, fucking her mouth. She loves it that I’m using her for pleasure. I’m too close to coming, and that’s one way that I refuse to spoil this experience for her. She clearly likes it rough and dirty, but I doubt she wants it to be over in a few minutes.

  So, before she knows it, I let go of her hair, pull back from her mouth, and slide my fingers under her latex collar. I pull once and it tears off of her, her soft round breasts bouncing free.

  She yelps and instinctively covers herself in surprise. Fuck, this only makes matters worse, I’m so horny I’m gonna come all over her. I grab my aching cock in my hand as she slowly lets her arms fall from her chest, letting me see her naked to her waist. The torn suit hanging from her hips, she stares at me
with hunger in her eyes, her tits bare and her mouth swollen and rosy from cock sucking, her braided hair all messed up.

  “I want to defile your innocence,” I growl, my voice vibrating in my chest. She bats her lashes as if the words alone turn her on, and her body confirms. Her nipples, already perky and rosy harden even more, the shade darkening. She stands slowly, making a show of how she takes the suit off, however clumsy.

  It’s endearing, how much she wants it, and how she’s trying to be sexy, even though she’s clearly never done this before. But she wants to impress me and give me pleasure, having no idea how she herself is going to be pleasured.

  “Lie down,” I command. She inhales sharply, the skin on her tits pebbling.

  “You like being ordered around, don’t you?” I graze her chest with my fingers, and pinch her nipple lightly. Her chest arches towards, trying to relieve the pain, her eyes closed, her eyebrows risen, her lips parted.

  “It would appear so,” she whispers, all hot and bothered as I trace her body with both my hands, my touch light on her skin. Her aura opens up to let me in, sensing that I am her fated mate, trusting me. Like her familiar, it knows I exist to protect her.

  With that thought, a flash of memory hits me. Before I became her unconditional protector through our connection as fated mates, I wanted to have her killed. A flash of her lying dead in the street fills my head, blood pooling from under her delicate frame molded by a white garment.

  My hands freeze on her body, but she arches into my touch, grabbing my hands and pressing them to her breasts.

  “Forgive me, Cerys,” I manage, fighting back the bitterness that crawls up my throat.

  “Please take me,” she pleads, her eyes hooded. She opens her legs, offering me the curly dark triangle between her legs.

  I was never a fan of the bush, but hers only intensifies my desire. I position myself between her open legs, my tongue sliding out to taste her. I part the lips of her virgin pussy with my thumbs so I can lick the pink folded flesh between them.

  She writhes with pleasure, grabbing my head, but I have other plans for her. I prowl on my hands above her, the lapels of my leather jacket grazing her skin as we come face to face. She raises her chin, her sweet lips parting to invite me for a kiss. I take it, kissing her slow and deep while my hands work on tying hers above her head, using her own latex suit.

  She doesn’t even realize what happened until I peel my lips off of hers and start kissing my way down.

  I moan in delight as I kiss her pussy again, taste and smell her, only her, and no one else. No man has ever touched her here before, I know for a fact now. It’s only been me, and it will forever be just me. I won’t suffer another man around her, I’ll kill anyone who even tries.

  I part her lips softly with my fingers so I can devour her. If she only knew that I’ve never done this before either, that it’s my first time. I never wanted a woman on an emotional, meaningful level before, which is why I suspect that I’ve ever only had this impulse with her. I never thought I’d enjoy it, but look at me now, eating her like she’s made of candy, my face pushed into her magic nectar that trickles down my chin. The connection between us vibrates, making us both lose our heads. By the time she’s done coming on my face I can barely think straight. I rise over her with my cock in my hand, and push it inside of her.

  She yelps, her eyebrows scrunched. I stop immediately, and I want to draw back, but she won’t let me. With her hands bound, she locks her legs around my buttocks.

  “Keep going,” she demands, but I can hear the ache in her voice.

  “Are you sure?” Only my crest is inside, and already it hurts, how can she take more of me? But she pushes herself onto me, grimacing, and yet her pussy overflows, I can feel her arousal trickling down my cock to the root.

  I push just a little deeper, and Cerys moves in response to me, until she becomes comfortable with gentle thrusts. We match each other’s rhythm, Cerys closing her eyes, and her body relaxing.

  By the cursed realms, she’s so beautiful as she stretches in front of me, her pretty round breasts bouncing. I trace the fine shape of her ribs with my lips, my hands so big that they cover half of her back as I hold her. I must look like a beast defiling an innocent princess lured by dark seduction, while kissing her beautiful translucent skin. She brings her hands down, trying to touch me, but I grab her bound wrists with one hand and push her arms back up, stretching my body over hers.

  “High realms how I love this,” she mewls, and it’s all I can do not to come undone. Her arousal soaks my pubes, and I fuck her harder, dominating her, taking her like no man ever will again.

  “You’re mine,” I growl as I release myself inside of her, filling her with my seed. “Neither of us can run away from this, Cerys. Neither of us will ever be free of the other.”

  Her arms tense, her body on fire as she comes around me, her eyes blasting wide as if she can’t believe the sensation. I read it in her face, all ache is gone, now all that courses through her is pleasure.

  I watch her come down from her climax, breathing hard, her skin pebbled and sensitive, her body still twitching. I roll to the side and undo the knot around her wrists, massaging them and then pulling her into my arms.

  I cover her mouth with mine, my lips molding hers, and I don’t stop until time loses all meaning. We only peel our lips off each other when we’re exhausted, Cerys resting her cheek on my chest.

  “I never thought my first time making love would feel this good,” she whispers as she draws little circles on my chest with her finger. Her hand looks so small and fragile compared to my golden body. The contrast is strong even though I resemble a man better now, the fire having cooled in my veins so that I look more like what she’s accustomed to from parahuman men.

  “I’m glad this was a good experience for you.” It sounds stupid the moment it leaves my mouth, and it’s only half of what I feel, too, because in truth I already want her again. In fact, I may not stop wanting her until I’ve merged with her completely, and I don’t know when this merging would feel complete to me.

  She smiles up at me, her rosy lips stretching over her pearly teeth. Her honey eyes sparkle with emotion that starts a whirlwind in my heart. I cup her face with my hand.

  “What do you feel for me, Cerys?”

  Confusion shadows her face.

  “I... I don’t know what to say.”

  “Just tell me the truth.”

  She still hesitates.

  “Don’t get me wrong, I’m only interested because, well, you know, we gave in to our desire despite the fact that we both wanted to resist this connection.”

  “I guess we both failed.” She loses herself in my eyes, and I do the same. I let myself fall, though deep down alarm wails. I’ve gone too far down this road, and there will be no turning back.

  “I’ve never felt like this before, Xerxes.” I can feel the truth in her words. “The emotional places that you take me to, I never knew they existed. I didn’t think it was possible to feel this way about someone.”

  I press her harder to me, her breasts swelling against the side of my body.

  “But you did have feelings for other people?” I slur. “Have you ever been in love before?”

  “Xerxes,” she purrs. “You know you were the first man in my life.” She looks down to her naked milky body pressed to my golden flesh. “The blood of my virginity is still on you. How can you still doubt me?”

  I caress her face, staring deep into her honey eyes that I’m growing addicted to. “I’m not asking if you’ve been with a man before, I know now that you haven’t. I’m asking about emotional involvement. Has there ever been anybody, a special someone that’s ever had your heart?”

  “How about you?” she says. “You’ve been around for much longer than I have. You have much more experience with women. There was a time when you had a different woman every day, you told me that yourself. Shouldn’t I be the one asking this kind of question?”

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p; My lips quirk up in a smile.

  “You jealous?”

  “Are you?”

  I shrug, resting my head against the floor. The fire warms the back of my hand as I spread it over Cerys’ lower back.

  “I suppose jealousy is normal between fated mates.”

  “Fated mates,” she whispers, tracing my jaw with her fingers. “There’s no way we can fight this connection anymore. So what’s going to happen? Where are we going, Xerxes?”

  I stare up at the tent’s pointed ceiling.

  “I promised you that I’d let you go, I made a blood oath to you in that regard. I have no choice but to keep that oath”

  “What if I don’t want to be free anymore?” she whispers, uncertainty in her tone as if she’s embarrassed to even bring it up.

  “Don’t forget, Cerys, I represent everything you hate. I am the King of Fire, the villain that entire worlds are searching for. Even if you could accept all that, what kind of life do you think I could offer you? I’ll spend many of the coming years fighting to take over worlds and people that you love. Not to mention that being officially with me would put a target on your back. You’d be in danger, bound to me, and watching me do things you disapprove of ninety percent of the time.”

  I can feel the rhythm of her heart changing as I speak, but I can’t identify the feeling behind it. Is she furious, or frustrated or, judging by how her skin starts to burn, is she about to slap me?

  CHAPTER VI

  Cerys

  There’s no point twisting and turning it in my head. That was a full-blown rejection. He’s not interested in a relationship with me, fated mate or not. I push myself up and out of his arms. He doesn’t want to let me go at first, his muscles tensing. But he eventually releases me.

  “Then I suppose there’s no point to what we’re doing here,” I declare, starting to get dressed. “I mean, I know it was my fault, I came on to you, I just couldn’t resist the pull after I tasted your blood, but no worries.” I straighten up, zipping up my latex suit, or what’s left of it. I hold a few shreds. “I’ll probably need something else to wear. Can’t really see myself fighting the dead wearing this.”