Taming the Fire Dragon
After ‘celebrating’ for two more days, two days of non-stop orgasms that ended with both of us collapsing exhausted, we’re back on the ledge looking at the magma that is still threatening to erupt again at any moment.
I pull on my earth element, drawing the magma toward us. I’ve always been able to pull from the earth’s core, but now, the heat of the magma has changed. Rather than feeling the intense heat of it, it feels warm and comforting, almost like it’s begging me to jump in and bathe myself in it’s heat.
“You could, if you wanted to,” Kenna says, hearing my thoughts.
“What would happen to my hair?” I wonder idly.
“Nothing ever happens to mine,” she says.