Page 36 of Crown of Flame
"Faster, Cinis!" she implores, her voice laced with sweet desperation. It is a plea and a command intermixed, an appeal that I cannot resist.
I caress every crevice of this sacred place. The deep valleys and hidden treasures of her womanhood are a newfound land that I am eager to explore. The sensation of being so intimately intertwined with this mortal woman is as intoxicating as the most potent nectar of the gods.
Her cries reach glorious heights as she arches beneath me in sweet surrender to my fire-coated touch. This spectacle, this wonder, is unfolding beneath my very eyes, and it is breathtakingly beautiful.
Tearing my attention away from her spellbinding gaze, I once again delve deeper into her core. A symphony of sighs escapes her lips as she clings to me tighter.
As her tremors subside, she collapses beneath me, spent and panting heavily. Her eyes flutter open to meet mine. They are glazed with satisfaction, brimming with a languid happiness that makes me reciprocate the feeling. I linger there, nestled in the valley between her thighs, not willing to break this intimate connection just yet.
Her fingers trace idly over my flaming form. There’s a sense of lingering curiosity in her touch. It's strange. She treats me not as an otherworldly creature but as a lover to explore and understand.
"Stay," she whispers into the cool night air, an invitation hanging between us. Looking down at this mortal woman glowing under the moonlight, flushed cheeks and tousled hair framing her blissful expression, I find it difficult to resist.
"Yes," I respond simply, curling around her. The world beyond our cocoon is forgotten entirely as we bask in our afterglow, two beings intertwined under the starlit sky.
13
SERENA
As Cinis curls around me, I feel myself swooning over him. Though it seemed doubtful at first, he’s becoming a natural lover.
Just as I suspected.
I roll over to face him, still in bliss.
“Do we customarily face each other afterward?” he asks, still not understanding my expressions.
“Well, yes and no. That was just the beginning. There is more I can teach you.”
“More? Like what?”
“Like this,” I say.
And surprising even myself, I slide my hand down the firmness of his body, taking his newly formed cock in my hand. The weight of it is solid and pulsing, and I run my hand along the length of him. His body shudders as I stroke him, and his breathing deepens.
“Does that feel good?” I ask, curious about the newness to him.
“Yes,” he says in a deep voice.
“What does it feel like?” I whisper as my own breathing deepens.
'“Like I’m longing for… something.” He reaches his hand out as if unsure.
“Do you want to touch my body?” I ask, taking his arm and placing it on my breast. I use my hand to squeeze it around me.
I shudder.
He uses his arm to explore, trailing it across my skin and to the peak of my nipples. He rolls it between his fingers, the sensation making a warmth build again between my leg
“Oh,” I moan at the way he seems to be taking to this so naturally.
I take his arm and guide it down the plane of my stomach right to my clit. I guide him, showing him the pressure I like. He makes a small circle around the sensitive space, making me cry out.
I continue stroking him in my hand, his erection now solid and evident against my leg. With every downward stroke, his entire body shudders, letting out a garbled moan. He continues to rub me, bringing me closer to the edge until I can’t hold back any longer.
The orgasm rips through me, making me arch my body into his.
I roll him on his back, determined to return the favor.