Fem Pyro Mod の小説・ストーリー

This kind of Heaven Treasure and Earth Treasure could effectively improve one's elemental property after taking it properly. However, after surpassing a certain number, the effect began to decrease. When it reached a certain number, no matter how much he consumed, it would not improve at all. But if there was some left, Caspian could take the rest back. If he couldn't use it, others could use it. The main property of Maya Kaye's Flame Phoenix Physique was fire. The poison pouch contained in the Red Willow Fire Scorpion would definitely bring her an obvious increase in strength.

Said Minister Fan. The people in high positions like Minister Fan were of course aware about the other side of the world’s order, that many supernatural beings are hiding in plain sight amongst normal people such as him. One of the bodyguards that the country had prepared for him is one such being. He is a level 4 pyromancer who could raise the intensity of his flame to more than 1500 degrees celsius, it was more than enough to melt a steel plate.

She loved it, all of it. “Gonna fill you,” he rasped. “Mark you inside while everyone thinks I’m just checking for smoke inhalation.” “Do it,” she begged. “Come in me.” He buried himself to the hilt, one last brutal thrust, and came. Hot, thick pulses flooding her, spilling out around his shaft as he ground deep. She clenched around him, milking every drop, legs shaking so hard he had to hold her up. They stayed locked together, panting, sweat-slick, the distant roar of hoses and crackle of flames the only sound.

The way his eyes darkened when he looked at me. The way his grip tightened slightly when I moved closer. The way his breath caught when my hand slid from his shoulder to the back of his neck. The sexual tension between us was undeniable, crackling in the air like electricity. I was so focused on him that I almost didn't notice Fiona Fitzpatrick approaching until she was right beside us. "Jameson," she purred, holding out a glass of amber liquid. "I thought you might want a drink." Every instinct I had screamed danger.

Aurelian did not respond. “You allowed interference.” Silence. Then the Archangel’s gaze shifted. To Kaelith. “You are the cause.” Kaelith placed a hand lightly over his chest. “Wow. Straight to blame. I like it.” The Archangel raised its hand. The realm responded. From nothing, a weapon formed. A whip. Not physical. Not entirely. It burned with a flame that did not flicker, did not spread, but consumed everything it touched. Its edges dissolved into mist, trailing something that did not belong to any known element.