Chapter 356: Celebration [1] [18+]

Chapter 356: Chapter 356: Celebration [1] [18+]

Flare stepped forward before anyone else could move.

Her crimson robes fell to the floor in a heap of silk and gold thread. She stood naked in the warm lamplight, her fiery-red hair cascading down her back like liquid flame. Her body was toned and athletic, every muscle defined from years of pushing herself past mortal limits.

Her skin glowed with a soft, inner orange light.

The Phoenix Bloodline inside her pulsed with feverish heat.

Flare’s orange eyes locked onto Damon. Her vertical slit pupils dilated.

"I fought today," she said. "I burned that tiger bitch to ash. Now I need you to burn me."

She walked to the master bed and climbed onto the silk sheets, her generous breasts swaying with each movement. She lay back and spread her legs, revealing her glistening pussy.

"Get over here and make me forget my own name."

Damon didn’t need to be told twice.

He climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between her legs. But before he could lower his head, Flare grabbed his shoulders and flipped him onto his back.

"Not tonight," she said. "Tonight, I’m in charge."

She crawled over him, her body radiating waves of heat that made the air shimmer. She grabbed his cock and stroked it a few times, watching it harden under her touch.

Then she lowered her head and took him into her mouth.

Flare deepthroated him without hesitation.

Her throat worked rhythmically as she swallowed his entire length, her tongue tracing the underside of his shaft with each bob of her head. Her hands gripped his thighs, her nails digging into his skin.

She pulled back, gasping for air, then dove down again.

Her pace was relentless. Aggressive. Exactly like her personality.

Damon grabbed her fiery hair and held her in place as he thrust upward into her throat. She didn’t resist. She took it all, her throat muscles contracting around him.

He groaned.

"Fuck, Flare. You’re good at this."

She pulled off with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his tip.

"I know," she said. "Now shut up and let me work."

She went back down.

Minutes passed. The only sounds in the room were her gagging and the wet slurping of her mouth working his shaft. She deepthroated him again and again until he was ready to burst.

But she pulled away.

"Not yet," she said. "I want to feel you inside me first."

She straddled him.

Her pussy hovered over his cock, dripping with anticipation. She looked down at him, her fierce eyes softening for just a moment.

Then she sank onto him.

The heat was incredible. Her inner walls were like a furnace, clamping down on him as she took him deeper. She let out a sharp gasp as he filled her completely.

Then she started to ride.

Flare bounced on top of him like a woman possessed. Her heavy, firm breasts jiggled with wild momentum, slapping against her chest with each downward thrust.

Damon grabbed her hips and tried to match her pace, but she was too fast. Too wild.

He growled.

He grabbed her waist and flipped her onto her back.

She let out a surprised yelp that turned into a moan as he drove into her from above.

"Now I’m in charge," he said.

He thrust into her with deep, measured strokes. Each one hit her core, making her toes curl and her back arch off the sheets.

"Harder," she demanded. "Fuck me harder."

He obliged.

He pulled out and flipped her onto her hands and knees.

She presented her ass to him, her pussy still dripping with their combined fluids. He grabbed her hips and positioned himself behind her.

Then he slammed into her.

The doggystyle was brutal. Blistering. His hips slammed against her ass with each thrust, the sound of skin on skin echoing through the room.

He groped her scorching flesh, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise. She didn’t care. She pushed back against him, meeting each thrust with equal force.

"Yes," she moaned. "Right there. Don’t stop."

He didn’t.

He pounded into her, his balls slapping against her clit with each thrust. She was so hot. So tight. So perfect.

He leaned forward and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back.

"Look at you," he said. "The fierce Flare, reduced to a moaning mess."

"I’m your moaning mess," she shot back. "Now fuck me."

He did.

He fucked her until she was screaming his name, her voice raw and desperate. He fucked her until her legs gave out and she collapsed onto the bed.

He followed her down, still inside her.

"One more," he said. "Together."

She nodded, tears of pleasure streaming down her cheeks.

He thrust deep and held.

She climaxed.

Her pussy clamped down on him like a vice, her love juice flooding out of her and soaking the sheets beneath them.

She screamed, her body convulsing, her Phoenix Bloodline blazing brighter than the sun.

He followed.

He flooded her womb with his seed, pumping into her again and again until he was empty.

They collapsed together, panting, sweating, spent.

Flare lay on her back, her chest heaving, her fiery hair spread across the pillow like a halo of flame.

She turned her head to look at him.

A small, genuine smile crossed her lips.

"Not bad," she said. "For a first try."

Damon laughed.

Damon chuckled, his chest still heaving from their exertion. "First try? We’ve done this before."

Flare shook her head, her fiery hair splaying across the pillow.

"Not like that," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "Not when I actually needed it."

She reached up with a trembling hand, her fingers tracing the sharp line of his jaw before cupping his cheek.

Her thumb brushed across his skin, leaving a trail of warmth.

"Thank you," she breathed, her orange eyes softening.

He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, savoring the heat radiating from her skin.

"Anytime," he murmured against her brow, his golden eyes meeting hers.

She closed her eyes, her breathing slowing as sleep claimed her.

Damon looked up at the other women watching from the edges of the room.

Ariel smiled. Mio and Mia were already undressing. Seraphina stepped forward.

Alena was mixing something in a vial. Lumina was watching with wide, curious eyes.

The night was young.