13. The Fire that Doesnt Burn
Chapter thirteen
The Fire that Doesn't Burn
Sol
The air around her dropped ten degrees as she gathered every ounce of magic within.
She dug deep, down to that ancient vein of cold fury and sacred blood that pulsed beneath her ribs.
Light burst at her fingertips—silvery blue specks swimming in cold, sparkling white.
The glow crackled. Icy wind whipped her hair around her face.
Then she released it.
The blast of magic surged like a tidal wave of winter, roaring from her hands and crashing straight into Korin’s jaw. It hit him with a crack that reverberated through the hoard, throwing frost across gold and gems.
Take that.
He didn’t move.
Korin simply grunted.
Steam rose from his scales, twisting into the air in translucent coils as if her frost cooled him, not harmed him. His massive head tilted back.
Then he loudly groaned and those big gold eyes rolled back in pure pleasure.
What?
Next, the coins beneath his massive body began to stir as a plop sounded.
What was that?
Sol looked down.
Oh no. His. . .testicles just dropped. They’re. . .huge and. . .oh no. His. . .love blade.
Sol blinked as his cock began to grow larger and wide.
Rising.
Gold coins spilled away to make room for the huge thing.
And she couldn’t look away.
Black and gold scaled, it was smooth and heavy. Powerful. Pushing forward, growing thicker by the second. His scales parted slightly at his underside, revealing more of the obsidian-sheened shaft veined in gold.
When his cock fell to the ground, a hole caved in beneath his girth. Coins tumbled. Crowns tipped. Chalices overturned. Diamonds bounced like thrown stones.
Sol gasped.
A dark flush crept up her neck.
Her thighs pressed together in response.
No. No. My body should not react to this.
Korin exhaled sharply, and then he shook himself, causing the massive cock to make a huge mess. Jewels and coins scattered underneath him.
Sol dared to look at his cock again.
It was erotic, magnificent, and monstrous all at once, his body a fusion of myth and lust. That hardened length—black-gold and glistening—jutted like a blade forged by gods and raised in sensual challenge.
Korin’s golden gaze raked over her body, lingering on the way she clutched the pelt to her breasts. A dark hunger burned in his golden eyes, but he didn’t advance. “You wake the oldest part of me, little one.”
She could only stare.
Korin shivered. The massive shaft swayed beneath him, its dark length glistening, heavy and pulsing—gold coins clinging to it before slipping off in glittering cascades. “I want you to do it again.”
Sol faltered. "Hit you with my power?”
“Yes.”
“Why. . .doesn't it hurt you?"
"Because you are my mate, your power will never work on me. It will just be pain and pleasure."
Her lips parted. "I. . .I don’t understand."
"No?"
"No."
“Hmmm.” With a growl, he rose his body up, lifting the upper half of his frame just like he did in the sky many many hours ago.
She widened her eyes.
“First, the primal part of me wants to show you this.” He lifted the big shaft of his cock with one clawed hand, angling it toward her as if to present a relic meant for worship. “Do you like it?”
“Put that away.”
“It is very big even for my kind.”
Sol blinked. “I don’t need to see that.”
“It is yours.”
She parted her lips in shock.
“Anytime you want it, and in any form. Dragon. Or human. Just ask and I will obey.”
“I don’t know many things about this, but. . .I do know that. . .it would not fit. . .”
“You would be surprised.” He let go of his cock. It slammed to the ground, causing more treasure to scatter. Then, he lowered his body back to the coins too. “And. . .you will need to deal with two.”
“Two?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t know what you are talking about and. . .d-do not show it to me again.”
“I cannot promise that I will follow that rule.”
“Why not?”
“Dragons cannot lie.” He came closer. With every step he took, the love blade dragged along the ground, carving shallow trenches through gold and silver like a molten sword being drawn through treasure. His breath curled around her in waves of heat. "Let me show you how I know we are mates."
“What are you going to do?”
“Show you a simple test.” Fast, his mouth opened wide.
Sol didn’t even have time to scream before fire exploded from between his fangs and targeted her.
No. No. No.
A golden inferno consumed her body. Helpless, she dropped to her knees, arms raised, expecting death. Korin’s flames wrapped around her, but no pain came.
Instead. . .she felt these tiny stings across her skin, like heated kisses. A flood of warmth that turned to aching, unbearable pleasure. Her body arched, mouth open in a silent cry.
Oh God. What is happening to me? This feels so good!!
It had to be true fire because the bear fur evaporated in a flash of ash.
Yet, her hair and skin didn’t burn.
It glowed, turning molten gold and glittering in the flames.
Her breath hitched.
It was pain, but the pain of no release.
Oh!!!
When the flames died down, Korin groaned again.
Ash drifted through the air, the last remnants of the fur she’d worn.
Sol now lay on the ground, gasping and naked. Only soot and coin lay beneath her. No more pelt. No more barrier.
Korin watched her with that heated gaze. "Now do you understand?"
Her lips trembled. "Yes. . .and. . .no."
She tried to sit up.
Couldn’t.
All she could do was remain laying on the coins, completely wrecked from his fire.
Korin took advantage of her weakened state, got right next to her, and loomed above, drinking in her nudity. “My queen is beautiful. I can’t wait to show him.”
“Show who?”
“You will see soon.”
She looked up at him. “W-why didn’t your fire burn me?”
“I told you, but you still do not understand.”
“How can a human and dragon be mates.”
“You are not human, little one. Humans are not born from eggs.”
“But, I am not a dr—” She couldn’t finish that. “I don’t know what I am.”
“Hmmm. Then, I will have to take my time to help you understand.” Towering over her, he opened his jaw wide.
She thought he was going to blast her with more of that pleasureful fire, but instead his tongue slid out.
Large.
Wet.
Velvety soft.
Panting, she quirked her brows. “W-what are you about to do?”
“Taste my mate.” That dragon tongue—wide, warm, and impossibly wet—dragged up the full length of her body.
From the delicate arch of her toes.
To the backs of her knees and then the front.
Over her trembling thighs, where he lingered just long enough to make her hips jerk and her breath catch.
Then up, up. . .between the soft press of her thighs, and the middle, the tender spot where she almost lost all control helplessly groaning and moaning in ecstasy.
Then, he dragged that wet tongue over her exposed belly, her breasts, her collarbone.
. .until finally, the tip of his large tongue slid across her throat, over her chin, and ended at the center of her brow like a crowned mark.
It wasn’t just a long luxurious lick.
It was a claiming.
The heat of him soaked her bare skin, but it was the texture—slick, velvet, impossibly alive—that broke her. His tongue left a gleaming path of wet heat in its wake, as if her body had been painted in liquid gold.
Her skin shivered as she moaned. “Oh. . .”
Her nipples pebbled.
A violent wave of sensation shattered her thoughts.
Her back arched without permission. A gasp burst from her lips, not from fear—but from stunned, keening desire.
I want him to do it again. Oh God. Please one more time.
She rose a little bit and then collapsed backward, landing among the gold. Some coins kissed her thighs, her breasts, her neck.
She remained there.
Devastated.
Changed.
Breathless.
Her limbs refused to move. Her fingers curled helplessly into the bear pelt’s ashes. Her thighs refused to close, parted by the echo of that wet caress. She trembled with something closer to awe than desire, but it was desire still, elemental and whole.
She blinked but could not get out of that daze.
She shouldn’t have liked it. She should’ve screamed. Should’ve recoiled. But her body. . .her traitorous, overwhelmed body. . .was lit up from the inside, blown open by heat and want.
Above her, Korin loomed—eyes molten and gleaming, jaw parted, tongue sliding back into that vast, fanged mouth like he’d just sampled ambrosia.
In front of him, his huge cock bobbed, straining and dripping goldish white liquid.
It absolutely turned her on.
His breathing had changed too.
Heavy.
Thicker.
Needy.
"You taste of frost and fire," his voice was thick with hunger. "You are lightning in snow. You are a winter storm I want to drown in."
Sol whimpered.
“You are my greatest treasure, one I will never let go. One I will kill over, if anyone dares try to steal you. I will only share you with one and that is only because we share everything.”
His golden eyes bore down at her with a hunger that had evolved into something new.
Worship.
“Do you understand, little one?”
Still riding the high of bliss, she tried to get her thoughts together. “Y-yes and n-no.”
“Good.” And then, the air around his body began to ripple. It started at the base of his big throat—a tremble in the space between scales.
She whispered, "W-what's happening?"
Korin didn't answer.
He shuddered.
His wings flared outward, knocking over a throne and burying it in coins. Jewels cascaded down the slope like a waterfall.
And then. . .the sound of cracking echoed from him.
In horror, Sol realized the dragon’s huge bones were shifting, twisting, and even splitting.
Growling, Korin's body writhed. His neck shortened. Scales began to lift and peel, shedding away and burning into his skin.
Steam hissed from his form.
Claws retracted. The black and gold shimmer of his hide began to fade, curling in wisps of smoke that drifted into the air.
Sol gasped.
He’s. . .changing back into a man.
Every heartbeat seemed synced to the rattle and grind of his bones. His wings split, cracked, then folded in on themselves. Scales turned to flesh. Muscles tightened. Fangs shortened. His tail convulsed, then vanished into smoke.
His roars became grunts.
Then groans.
Then ragged masculine breaths.
And there. . .through the swirl of gold dust and dissolving scales. . .she saw him.
Korin.
This towering human.
Naked.
Terrifyingly beautiful.
Sculpted muscle.
He rose from the ashes of himself, his body dripping in the golden remnants of his dragon form. Hair black as shadow spilled over his shoulders in loose, wet waves. His skin was a golden hue. His shoulders were broad. Chest sculpted in muscle. Every inch of him was an ode to danger and temptation.
And his golden eyes—still those blazing twin suns—remained locked on her.
But even more. . .his love blade had gotten smaller, but still was big too for a human.
She tried to look away, but failed.
It was so long and thick.
This is what a man’s love blade looks like.
She stifled a moan.
This is better than those pictures from my mother’s book.
A strange longing unfurled in her belly.
Yet still. . .I do not think it will fit.
He looked exhausted, yet he remained standing and stepped toward her. Coins rearranged beneath his bare feet.
What is he going to do?
As if hearing her, he answered by kneeling right in front of her.
Slowly.
Majestically.
A king laying down his sword in front of a queen.
Her breath caught.
W-what is he doing?
His presence consumed the space. Even without scales or wings, his power was undeniable. It leaked from him in waves. Not just physical force but age.
Wisdom.
Heat.
Magic.
When he spoke, it was that sensual voice that she remembered. “It is time to show you the castle.”
She blinked. “Castle.”
“Yes, my queen.”
“But. . .I am not your. . .qu—” The words curled like ash on her tongue—refusing to pass her lips.
He smiled. “You are not my what?”
“I am not your. . .qu—” She tried her best but could not say it. She cleared her throat and attempted to say it again. “I am not your. . .qu—”
“Because you are my mate. You are my queen.”
“But. . .I am not your ma—”
A low chuckle spilled out from him.
She blinked in confusion. “Why can’t I finish my sentence?”
“I already told you, little one. Dragons cannot lie.”
What?
Shock thundered through her.
Is he saying that. . .I am. . .a dragon too?
Fast, Korin picked her up with his huge arms. “And it is time for you to meet my twin brother.”
“Twin?!”
“Yes. Your other king.”
What?!!
Her body stiffened.
Then, something changed. The air no longer pulsed with only Korin's heat.
A new scent curled into the chamber—velvety, dark, and potent. Roses after midnight. Black violet crushed beneath a leather boot.
That scent again. . .where is it coming from?
The new fragrance coiled above Korin’s jasmine-and-stormwater scent, rising higher, pressing down on her chest like an unseen hand.
She inhaled again.
And again.
The scent was alive—feral and precise, like a predator announcing itself not with growls, but with perfume.
From the hill of treasure on the right, a low tremor rolled beneath the coins.
Still carrying her, Korin turned to the hill. “Open.”
From the slope of that golden hill, the coins shifted, then melted in slow ribbons of heat and light until soon a door revealed itself.
Seamless.
Tall.
Covered in claw marks.
It creaked open.
And that scent—roses and black violet, dusk and blood—poured out in a slow, seductive wave, wrapping itself around her body like a silk noose.
Next, came a distant roar that rose up from somewhere beyond the door.
Not Korin’s.
This one was colder.
Hungrier.
And Korin was taking her to it.