Suddenly, Dracoth’s eyes snap open, glowing with swirling mist—red and silver, his furious desire blazing in the recesses of my mind. Excitement and power surge through me as our flames join in a beautiful union.
Dracoth smirks, and suddenly, balls of fire swirl around us, casting flickering orange glows through the quiet darkness.
“You spoke the truth,” he says with too much hint of a question.
“Of course I did!” I snap back, my own eyes misting red and silver like his. “I never lie...” My words trail off. Dracoth knows me too well now. “I mean, I’m not just a pretty face.” The heat from his rotating flames becomes stifling, drawing a sheen of sweat from my pale skin.
“Can you turn those things off?” I nod toward the hovering balls of fire.
“Yes,” Dracoth replies with a flick of his wrist, and the flames blink out of existence, leaving the night dim and cool by comparison.
“I’m bloody roasting now,” I grumble, wiping the sweat from my brow, feeling a little gross after everything, having not cleaned since Ignixis dragged me off to that hellish freezer place. My eyes are drawn to the nearby pool of water, shimmering with a welcoming purple light of the moon.
“I suppose that water’s freezing?” I mutter.
Dracoth stands suddenly, his imposing figure towering over me like a red statue—well, except for his huge, glistening cock dangling between his legs. I don’t think sculptors have enough stone to make penises that big.
“Yep, definitely warm.” I giggle, my gaze roving boldly over his nakedness.
With the confidence of a ten-foot mountain of rippling murder muscle, he strides forward, each step making the ground tremble like he’s a living earthquake. As he passes, I yelp in surprise when his hand slaps my ass, the sting making my skin tingle as he leers over his shoulder.
“You don’t know your own strength,” I complain, trying to rub the pain from my throbbing backside.
He doesn’t reply, focusing instead on the small pool of water, hands outstretched.
Curious, I rush over. “What are you doing?” I ask, but before I can get close, the water begins to bubble and steam, casting orange waves of light through the murky depths.
Clever.
“Showing off now, are we?” I smirk up at him. “Well, I can show off too.”
Raising my hands, I summon horizontal barriers a fraction above the bubbling waters.
“See?” I step onto the translucent platforms, feeling power hum through me as warm water laps at my feet. I marvel, as it looks like I’m walking on water. “It’s a miracle,” I declare with a grin, glancing back at Dracoth.
“Divine,” he growls low and deep, approaching the edge of the pool for a better look. “Together, we’ll stand as gods.” His expression is as hard as stone, but through our bond, I feel his pride roar like a wildfire. It’s infectious. The pull of his ambition, his confidence, flutters through me. I can’t deny its appeal and with him, together, anything seems possible.
“Together,” I echo, meaning it with every beat of my heart. I turn my attention to the bubbling water—looking a little too bubbly. “Wait, is this going to boil me like a lobster?” My gaze flicks back to Dracoth, frowning. “You do spend a lot of time bathing in lava.”
“You fear nothing,” he replies, stepping onto my barriers. He plunges a hand into the sizzling water, showing no sign of discomfort, though he’s practically a walking fireball. Tentatively, I dip my toes through the steamy waters, feeling pleasant heat just on the edge of being too hot.
“You’ll learn to trust me,” Dracoth says, his voice a low promise as he crosses my barriers.
“Will I?” I shoot him a challenging glance, an idea sparking mischief in my mind. “But can you trust me?”
With a flick of my wrist, I drop the barrier beneath his feet. But to my amazement, he moves like red lightning, reacting almost before the platform vanishes. He’s fast, but not fast enough—his foot slips just as my platform fades.
I burst into laughter as he tumbles toward the water, but in an instant, his massive hand lashes out, grabbing my ankle. My breath catches as he yanks me down with him, the dark forestspinning as I plunge into the bubbling water, a steamy blur rushing up to meet me. My heart pounds in exhilaration as the warmth engulfs us both.
A scream rips from my lips but is cut short by the shock of the plunge. I flounder, submerged in the simmering pool, trying to avoid swallowing water as I scramble to regain my bearings. An immense force yanks me upward, my head breaking the surface, and there stands Dracoth, frowning down at me. The water only reaches his crotch.
“Oh... it’s quite shallow,” I giggle, struggling to hold his intense, blazing red and silver misty gaze. “At least it’s warm, though.” I force a nervous smile—he still looks like an angry wet rock.
“I trust you to misbehave,” he growls, answering to my earlier question. But his expression softens as he pulls me close against him. We nestle together at the pool’s edge, enveloped in the steam. A beautiful, eerie silence lingers as we watch the stars sparkle above.
It’s nice here—quiet, serene. Even my thoughts are content, simply existing with him in these stolen moments.
Peace.
