A Slow Fire Burning Novels & Stories

“Tell me what you're thinking.” “I’m thinking about how much I want to bury myself deep inside you,” I confided, starting to rock my hips back and forth and coating my entire length with her wetness before lowering a bit and aiming right where I wanted to be. “But we'll take it slow, okay? I want to savor this moment to remember it my entire life, Vivienne.” Her lips parted, but no sound escaped from them. Her eyes narrowed and didn't leave mine as I started to fuck her slowly, inch by inch. Her vaginal walls parted to welcome me into her warm, wet interior until I was finally fully buried in her.

This immediately explains why dragons are so fearsome. ‘Well, that, and we can literally blow fire’. ‘What?? How do you know? We haven’t done that, nor have we seen them doing it’. ‘Girllll… didn’t you see the smoke coming out of our nostrils? I can feel the fire inside of us’. ‘Ha! No wonder you always wanted to burn everything down to the ground’. ‘Look who’s talking’. She got me there.

I struck them again and again, the sound sharp and desperate in the silence. Spark. Missed. Spark. Dead. Spark— A flicker. I bent closer, shielding it with my hands. Blew gently. The ember caught on a twist of bark. A tiny flame unfurled like a breath held too long. I fed it slowly. Carefully. A dry twig, then another. The fire hesitated, crackled, then settled into a steady, low burn. My whole body slumped forward. It wasn’t much. But it was heat.

Playing with me means playing with a big fire. ****** .

I need more. Grabbin' a bottle, I pour the contents alon' the bar, watchin' as the flames catch and dance along the wood. The fire spreads quickly, crawlin' up the walls, lickin' at the ceiling. I stand there, smilin', watchin' as it grows, the heat warmin' my skin. No fire alarms. No sprinklers. This place is goin' down in flames, and it’s goin' down fast.

Damien was on my right, his fists pounding furiously against the wood, his growls echoing through the house. “It’s not moving!” he snapped, his voice tight with frustration. “How the fuck is that even possible? It’s just wood!” The smoke was getting thicker, curling around us like a living thing, clawing at our throats and stinging our eyes. The fire was relentless, devouring everything in its path, and I could hear the crackle of wood turning to ash all around us.

The forest was quiet but alive, whispering under the fragile dawn. The air bit at my lungs as I crawled over charred roots, my body screaming, aching, yet alive. Every inch of me still smelled of smoke and ash, the pyre’s heat lingering beneath my skin like a secret pulse. The fire was still there—low, ancient, alive. I flexed my fingers, feeling the tremor in the air, the subtle curl of heat, the whisper I’d grown used to.

She found herself listening for his footsteps, waiting for his loving embrace, and her soul ached with the emptiness that his absence wrought. In the living room, the fireplace roared with a life of its own. The flames leaped and danced, an endless ballet that flickered and swirled. The crackle of burning wood was like a distant drumbeat, and the warmth that once filled their home with comfort now seemed to taunt Violet with its inadequacy. One evening, Violet found herself entranced by the fire, her eyes following the intricate dance of flames. The room was filled with the rich scent of burning logs, the warm glow casting elongated shadows that seemed to come to life with their own stories.

Riley's POV The burning was fading. Not all at once, not with a sudden snap, but slowly, like a fire dying down to embers. For what felt like an eternity, I had been trapped in a hazy world of heat and confusion, barely aware of anything but the relentless warmth that consumed me from the inside. Now, that heat was still there, but it was gentle, almost soothing. It was like a warm blanket instead of a searing flame.

The flames were growing fast, spreading to the wooden shelves. Selene's eyes widened. She rushed forward and tried to put out the fire with a cloth, but the flames only grew bigger. She coughed as the smoke filled the room. Her eyes stung. She tried to move away, but the fire was blocking the path to the door. The heat was intense. She kept coughing, her burned hand throbbing with pain as she struggled to find a way out. The fire crackled louder, spreading across the kitchen. Selene backed away, her heart racing with fear. The smoke was getting thicker. She couldn't breathe properly. She dropped to her knees, coughing violently, trying to cover her mouth.