Lecherous

Take my Hand Through the Flames

She was thrown down on the bed,so hard she bounced and her limbs sprawled. She lay stunned as they removed their pauldrons, neck - rings, earrings, bones and bracelet.
Then they were on her, pushing her into the bed , the pressure on her chest making it difficult to breathe.
One hand grabbed and lifted up her head , fingers tangling inconsiderately with her hair,and lips met her own and dominated them, her mind getting rather hazy from insufficient oxygen.
Everything went out of focus , her eyes glazed over ....then she was being shaken , gulping for air .
Her dress was missing , replaced by strong scratchy rope ; wound around her, crisscrossing over her, biting into her wrists and ankles.
Steam , emanating from Bellroc's skin as they watched her, warmed the air too much for shivering. Her heart thudded against her ribcage as if trying to escape.
Surprise shot through her when they laid themselves down ; dread dropped into her belly like a stone when the demigod pulled her closer, straining the bonds around her wrists / ankles.
An orange - gold flame sprang up on their left hand,its dazzling glow chasing away the shadows.
She heard a distant wail ; the taut ropes chewed at her flesh ; the yellow - gold fire licked along one and spread itself. Zoe could still hear wailing.
A rock - hard palm smacked her sensitive mouth,and the sound cut off. Then that palm caressed her cheek .One corner of the pyromancer's mouth twitched upwards .
They set alight the ropes binding her arms and legs, and stared hungrily as bright golden fire danced its way towards her .
Every rope suddenly detached, leaving her limbs unbound.
They kissed her neck,her shoulder,her cheek. Fangs bit into her ear, drawing a pained squeal out of the mage. A hot, sandpaper - rough, slightly wet - tongue licked up the blood,then tasted her neck.
Their lips feverishly attacked her neck and collarbone ,like a starved leech seeking someplace to latch onto.
Hands roamed without hesitation or restraint or care; down her ribs,over her hips and thighs,back up her stomach ,and all over her breasts. One kept groping,the other wandered south. Fingers caught between her folds , and plunged right in.
Deeper and deeper they buried themselves, a burning, stretching pain causing her to whine.
They jabbed blindly , until they found it. Carnal pleasure tingled, and kept lighting up her senses as those fingers repeated their ministrations.
Slick - ish wetness bubbled up; the pleasure haze took over.
Her hips bucked against Bellroc ,and the more her body ground into theirs,the more she needed what she was asking them for. They responded, thrusting their fingers quicker ,harder, deeper. Lip pulling back entirely from gleaming teeth, nostrils flaring, sniffing and tasting the air .
She realised then, that that face was very like a male lion's when it was studying a female's scent .
Bellroc was unquestionably an olfactophile as well as a pyrophile.
This thought only momentarily hovered in her mind,washed away under a wave of a sensation sweet and satisfying as warm honey . Sunshine filled her , draining the tension from every muscle , and a dazed smile spread over her face.
Iced water doused her senses when Bellroc flipped their positions and straddled her.
Hands lifted her head, cupping her cheeks , their texture somewhat like that of volcanic beach -river stones.
They leaned in, whispering huskily in her ear : "Igmung batil eg meira án lítl lagg-faya. Sem minu félag, egmungera ndyr-faya..."
They touch her hair,her hands,her ribs,carefully,with a bright face like a child's. They hesitate even to poke or prod too hard, something has changed.
She's kissed slowly and gently ,a sharp contrast to the motion of their hips below . Then, they begin to undress.
When all is over, she's lying and breathing, simply being as they presently are.
A hand is half - grasping her forearm.Keeping her in place,but not pushing her down,or burning, or bruising ,or dealing blows .
She can't think of a love song for this hour outside of time .A new feeling is growing in her chest and surrounding her mind with its clinging vines. As it blossoms,its delusional perfume fills the air,and it sinks its thorns into her heart. It's a weed,she knows,yet it cannot be uprooted.
Them.
Never human ; too potent and gifted and eternal for the common majicks or magical creatures ;but unhallowed, earthbound,and never revered,so they cannot truly call themselves kin of the gods .
Though they have surely never seen the home of the idolized celestials,they have fallen from the mountain and are undeified .
The world dismissed,discarded and moved on from them- now, they have trouble finding their place in it.Before her,their existence is a thing that must've felt remarkably lonelier. It  lacked she - knows - not - what . But it lacked,hence,the need for her to fill some void with herself.
She takes the grey androgynous hand with her free one.
They say nothing, their restful, contented breathing tells all .
Halogen - lamp heat manifests, soothing her into sleep. Their sultry breaths puff by her ear, as they lay themselves close.
A rollercoaster ride of blended dreams steals her away.