INICIAR SESIÓN****Excerpt**** “You see yourself as ordinary,” he said softly. “But entire worlds have crumbled and come apart for far less than a woman of your beauty.” He pushed his horn further again, filling her another inch. Her flame flared white-hot behind her ribs. Begging, pleading, clawing. “That’s it, my little whore. You like that, don’t you?” he preened against the corner of her mouth. His voice hit her harder than the horn. Dirty, cruel, worshipful. The word whore sent heat spiralling down her spine, making her clench around the invasion. She hated the word. She loved how he said it. “Please…” She started. He squeezed her throat, cutting off the rest of her words. Her breath hitched violently at the pressure, but she surrendered to the feeling. “Unless you are about to beg me to fuck your ass harder with this horn, I don’t want to hear how you can’t take any more.” He growled, low and threatening. A wave of want crashed into her so hard she whimpered. Adelaide should have been scared. In a way, she was. It wasn’t fear that made her heart pound, it was the terrifying realisation that she wanted exactly what he demanded. She wanted to feel the thickness of his horn deep inside her, wanted the stretch, the pain, the pleasure. She wanted all of what she knew he could give her. She leaned her head back to run her tongue over the seam of his lips. “Fuck me harder.” She said softly, the words barely a whisper. They carried the desperation, surrender, hunger, devotion, need. Her voice trembled with the weight of what she was giving him. Of what she was asking him to do to her. He growled. The sound vibrated through her, deep and possessive.
Ver más(Apollo) Movement layered over movement around him, the press of bodies, the clash of steel, the roar of flame and wingbeat and impact folding back in as the brief disruption of his arrival gave way to renewed violence. Heat slammed against his skin from multiple directions, the air thick with the scent of burning iron, scorched leather, and blood turned to steam on fractured stone. He stepped through it. Not avoiding, not pushing, but rewriting. Each motion erased one future and inscribed another, his will the quill and the battlefield his parchment. His awareness expanded outward again, not in abstraction, but through impact, through motion, through the violent language of bodies colliding and breaking around him. He caught the shape of the line not as something clean, but as something fighting to become clean again, Iron Legion cohorts driving toward him through resistance rather than forming in his wake. They were not waiting for him. They were coming to him. He saw them i
(Apollo) Apollo dropped. Not as a fall. As a strike. The sky tore itself around him as he drove through, air shrieking past his form in a violent rush that clawed at his armour and dragged heat in his wake. His wings folded tight against his back, shedding resistance, transforming him from creature to weapon as he cut through the layered currents and plunged earthward. There was no hesitation in the descent, only inevitability. A sentence that had already been passed. The battlefield rose to meet him. Fast. Too fast for anything below to fully react. A few Emberborn lifted their heads. Some turned. None moved in time. Apollo hit. The impact was no landing. It was a collision of force and world. Stone did not merely crack—it exploded. The black-glass ground shattered outward in a violent, concussive burst, fragments erupting in all directions as his body drove into it with force enough to crater the surface beneath him. The shockwave followed, a brutal ring of displaced a
(Apollo) The sky above the Iron Marches did not hold shape. It churned. Not in wind alone, but in layers of heat and ash and displaced force, the aftermath of sustained magic and impact folding over itself until the air became something almost tangible, a dense medium that dragged at wings and distorted distance. Smoke did not rise cleanly. It curled back on itself, caught in opposing currents, streaked through with emberlight that pulsed in erratic bursts where fire had recently lived and died. The whole sky looked flayed open and cauterised badly, its wounds refusing to close, its breath coming in ragged infernal drafts. Apollo did not merely enter the sky. He claimed it by force, rending his passage through its wounded breadth. Devilfire did not open with gentleness about him. It collapsed inward, a violent implosion of space and heat, folding the world so tightly that breath and thought were crushed into a single, searing point. For a heartbeat, there was naught but pressu
(Adelaide & Caelum)The rest of the crossing blurred into magma, heat, and distance. They passed more camps, more functioning forges, more trenches where glowing weapons were lowered into channels of treated slag and contract-brine so that molten sigils hissed into permanence along steel. Adelaide watched one smith draw a blade from a quenching trough and hold it up, the infernal script still glowing cherry-red along its length before the light faded to black metal. There was something disturbingly beautiful about it, the way purpose itself seemed forged into the weapon. They passed chain hoists hauling armour plates up the side of a fortress-smithy, passed slag heaps taller than houses, passed a collapsed siege carriage being stripped for usable iron by three horned demons who worked in utter silence. They crossed two more fissures, each broader than the last, each with heat powerful enough to tighten every muscle in Adelaide’s body and draw that same answering fire to the surf
(Caelum Ashborne) Slowly, carefully, he opened his hand. The ember bloomed instantly—not weak, not hesitant, but tight and furious, a compressed coil of gold-deep flame that snapped and writhed above his palm as if angered by restraint. It burned hotter than anything he had called before, its col
(Adelaide & Caelum)Her Emberflame responded first. Not flaring. Turning its attention outward, like an animal lifting its head. She opened her eyes and found Cael immediately, now standing near the other side of the pit.“Defence only,” Cael said. “Do not pursue. Do not answer force with force. Yo
(Adelaide & Caelum)Adelaide's awareness rose through dark. Her body followed. And with it, the Emberflame.Cael felt it.Not the full force—nothing so obvious—but a brush of something colder and heavier than any other fire, like a distant bell struck once beneath stone. His shadows tightened refle
(Adelaide & Caelum) Adelaide closed her eyes, fighting the urge to lean back into him. Her lashes brushed warm skin as she squeezed them shut, as if darkness could save her from feeling. Her body remembered the water. The way his arms had come around her before his mind could object. The way his
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