Chapter 135 – A song of fire and more fire

In the darkness of the cave, John saw nothing but the light radiating from Nathalia’s body. Her orange hair glowed softly, her eyes an even dimmer light. Brightest of all was the stone in her chest. She was the only light he had right now. That was, until Salamander flew into the room.

“Yo, lovelizards, can you postpone this shit until after I am on the next level?” she dared to interrupt, having still not learnt that it was unwise to annoy Nathalia. It seemed she would get away with it this time. Nathalia pulled back from nailing John against the wall, breaking their kiss in the process before once more plucking Salamander from the air.

“Do it,” she allowed John after inspecting the fire spirit more closely. The thumb-sized spirit was barely sticking out of her hand and struggling, fruitlessly, to get out while John opened the menu and used his Skill Evolution Point on Salamander.

Radiation was out of the calculation quicker than the nerfhammer had dropped on anything he had enjoyed playing in LoL. He was not going to hang out with a literal source of cancer, even on the off-chance that he himself was immune thanks to Gamer’s Body, it wouldn’t be that nice to anybody else he partied with.

Lava was worth a thought but having Salamander and Gnome both tap into the same resources, that being the ground, seemed like it would get in the way. Also, he wasn’t looking forward to changing the battlefield into a blasted hellhole and having to look out for pools of lava every time he fought. He had experienced enough magma for a lifetime today.

So, it was going to be… “Hurry along, John Newman,” Nathalia growled, “my patience is running thin, if I don’t have something inside my body in the next thirty seconds, I will eat you.” Clear announcement. He hurriedly clicked on Blaze Elemental.

Nathalia immediately let go of the fire spirit in her hand. They both watched with interest as Salamander’s body expanded until it was a column of fire. Then it started to take form. Unlike Gnome the one that Salamander took eventually was like her original body.

The fire elemental was naked as always, her red skin illuminated from within. Flames of red covered her wrists and ankles, originating from some sort of black shackles with horn-like decorations, while also hiding her private parts from closer inspection, like underwear made from fire.

A last flame burned on her head, an extension of her chin-length, wild, red hair. She had pointy, long ears and mean eyes the colour of coal. All these things were much easier to make out now, because of the sole actual change: she had grown. Grown by a lot, it had to be said. From being a tiny creature the size of his thumb to being even taller than him.

‘Not the only thing about her that is big,’ John thought, ogling the fire elemental’s large tits, barely hidden behind the flickering bra. Salamander noticed and looked down, “Finally noticing these puppies?” She squished both of her tits and moved them in circular motions. “Same size by scale but gotta hand it to me, they are more impressive now.” She threw a glance at Nathalia, accompanied by a triumphant smile a moment later, “I think they are bigger than yours even. Hey, John, let’s ditch the granny and have fun between the two of us!”

Whatever was up with his elementals gaining such a massive amount of Libido after transforming and immediately wanting to fuck him? Was that his influence reflecting on them as much as they reflected on him?

Not that he was complaining. He was, however, fearfully staring at Nathalia, whose eyes twitched after what Salamander had just said. “What did you dare to call me?” John could feel the landscape softly shaking under his feet.

“I called you a granny,” Salamander repeated, stepping right in front of Nathalia. They were close, very close and got even closer. Flames and scales disappeared, exposing deep red and pinkish brown nipples for a moment, before the large breasts pancaked against the other. Nathalia was still the taller of the two, but John did have to admit that Salamander’s breasts did seem to be ever so slightly bigger. The dragoness glared, the blaze elemental grinned smugly.

If John hadn’t been hard already he would have been when the two shared the most sudden kiss he had ever seen. Aggressively, Nathalia grabbed the fire spirit’s arm, cupping a feel of the newly grown breasts with the other hand. Salamander returned the favour by reaching around and sinking her fingers into Nathalia’s ample ass. Their tongues whirled, their bodies swayed, neither of them willing to back off or cede dominance.

For all the reasons he had to intervene, John just remained where he was. There was one reason and one alone: watching women make out was hot. Watching two beings of fire—tall, gorgeous, and with curves that wars could be fought over—make out was just extra hot.

They were both completely naked now. Nathalia had even got rid of the claws on her feet for the occasion. They were two extremely beautiful women with hourglass figures, just pressing into and fondling each other. Bright orange and red hair swaying with the heated movements of their heads in the passionate display of raw sexual attraction. Strands of liquid fire seemed to connect their mouths instead of saliva when the kiss finally broke, a golden mixture of Nathalia’s saliva and the flaming essence that made up Salamander's body.

“It seems you can use your mouth for useful things as well,” Nathalia purred and laid a finger on Salamander’s mouth before she could say anything, “Ssshh, don’t ruin it, Salamander.”

The dragoness forced Salamander on her knees and turned her own backside to John, putting her left hand in the fire elemental's hair while the right rested on the black wall of the cave. Needing no encouragement, Salamander went with the flow and started assaulting the smooth crotch in front of her.

“Yessss,” Nathalia hissed as the tongue touched her sensitive labia, “someone as adorable as you shouldn’t be talking back this much.” Salamander plunged her tongue deeper inside and Nathalia tilted her head backwards as she let out a long and blissful groan. Her husky voice was made for sounds like that.

Her eyes spotted John at the edge of her field of view, she turned her head into a more comfortable position to look at him. The Gamer was just standing there, cock unused, an unacceptable state of affairs. However Nathalia wasn’t willing to let the young one out of her work of licking her wet quim. There was an easy fix however.

Nathalia raised her hand from the fire elemental's head. Salamander didn’t even notice, she was lost in this new sensation that she hadn’t known before, eating the dragoness’ pussy out was somehow enticing to her, like it was something part of her had known for a long time, something familiar. Nathalia moaned from the constant attention. Her now free arm reached to her own backside, back bending she reached for the overflow of her honeypot and spread it liberally over the hole above.

“Stop standing around there uselessly, John,” she commanded and pulled aside half of her enticing backside, “I have use of your skills once more.”

‘Yes, absolutely yes!’ As enthusiastic as his thoughts were his steps. Her back entrance was glistening wet from the juices Nathalia had just spread on it and, combined with the precum John was leaking from watching this whole thing, the entrance would be easy. Or so he thought.

John had no experience with anal yet. The topic had come up before, but he simply hadn’t crossed that bridge yet. Who better to experience it with than a woman who had more experience than any other?

Even with his cock aligned properly, getting past the sphincter was tightness to a degree he had only known from Gnome’s pussy before. Nathalia remained relaxed, even wiggled her hips enticingly. “Slooooowly,” she crooned and he took her by her word. The puckered ring stretched, his girth slowly spreading her open.

It did get better, once he was inside her past the head. His shaft loosened Nathalia’s sphincter, while he slowly sank deeper into her ass. It was incredible just how much a different angle could change how it looked when he was burying himself inside her. Stretching her backdoor was so much more obscene than penetrating her cunt. The insides of the second hole were entirely different, yet also so wonderfully tight and hot. Eventually, he felt her moist labia on his balls.

He just stopped for a moment and took in the feeling. The quivering of her anal cavity pressing against his cock, the tight sphincter forming a ring around the base, the shivers caused by the close-by licking of Salamander in Nathalia’s crotch. Then he finally pulled backwards and prepared to fuck her as hard as he could. At the start that turned out to be not particularly fast but as precum kept leaking and the sphincter stretched more it got easier until he had a somewhat steady, fast rhythm, hammering in and out of the dragoness’ ass.

His orgasm was fast approaching. A fact that he barely minded, given the hair trigger Nathalia had. The dragoness was en-route to her third orgasm, stuck between hammering cock and eager tongue. “Oh, yes, John, fuck my asshole,” she spat vulgar phrases, “and don’t you dare stop eating my pussy, brat.”

Nathalia kept screaming, eventually foregoing words entirely as one orgasm after another washed over her, her body in a constant state of absolute bliss. John heard a pattering as the dragoness squirted all over Salamander’s face. The blaze elemental lapped it all up. Her summoner was clenching his teeth to keep going balls deep again and again.

Nathalia at this point was far beyond squirting, her face was a contorted visage of pure debauchery. Mouth opened wide, her tongue lolling out, staining her lips and chin in saliva, all of it contorted into a slight grin. Her orange eyes were rolled upwards to the edge, her pupils barely visible anymore.

John only saw that expression when he hugged Nathalia from behind and pulled her close in order to be able to slam even harder into her. The side view of her dumb-fucked expression, was what sent him over the edge and he pumped his seed deep into her ass. The muscles inside her tensed and spasmed. It was entirely different from the gripping of folds. It still succeeded in making him give all he had. He groaned as his balls pumped and pumped until they couldn’t give anymore.

‘Sex with this dragon is going to be the death of me,’ John thought as he prepared to pull out. His cock had barely left Nathalia when the dragoness fell to the ground. John was worried there for a moment, until he realized that Nathalia didn’t actually fall, she just had grabbed Salamander and was now pinning the fire elemental to the floor in another wild kiss. This one was short-lived however as she only got into the correct position before turning to John.

Her face was still contorted, eyes unfocused, and smirking crookedly her body lay on top of Salamander, the dragoness’ legs between the fire elemental’s, both spread wildly, two pussies right on top of each other. John had seen this position before, last time it had been Rave and Aclyisa, he was not at all tired of it.

“It would be…unfair…to hog all the fun…” Nathalia gasped, waves of orgasmic aftershock ravaging her speech. To John it looked like even the mighty fire of destruction needed a short pause, although the position she chose was just one of less pleasure. A few hours ago, John wouldn’t have been sure if he could come two times in a row just like that but it seemed like his increased Libido and Endurance did work wonders with the view, his cock jumping from half-flaccid to fully hard again within moments.

Still, he wasn’t as horny as before allowing him to wonder if it was exactly smart to stick his dick into fire. ‘Just do it, retard,’ came the mental abuse from Salamander, her voice a mixture of longing and scorned anger. Salamander had spent the last minutes eating out Nathalia without feeling anything herself aside from John’s stimuli, all of which wasn’t exactly helping her already small pool of patience.

As he felt a blazing rage starting to swell within Salamander, John decided to ignore his cautiousness and do what he did best: fuck the ever-loving shit out of things that he would have deemed fantastical a few months back. He pulled a bottle of water out of his inventory to give his dick a rinsing, more for his own peace of mind than any true hygienic concerns, then approached. The two fire women had kept themselves busy with kisses and play fights the entire time.

John started by rubbing the tip of his cock against Salamander’s lips. It was hot, yes, but only a bit hotter than Aclysia and not as hot as Nathalia, who did him the favour of moving her upper body so he could see the fire elemental’s reactions. Salamander herself wasn’t even looking, her coal eyes were staring to the side, “Just fuck me already!” she demanded in a voice tamer than what he was used to.

John obliged and eased himself inside. Salamander wasn’t tight, but that was due to the fact that whatever it was he felt while inside her was not exactly comparable to anything else. Sure, it roughly felt like a pussy, there were walls of some description and it was slippery enough to move. Just like with Gnome there was no actual lubrication there, he just moved easily. Beyond that likeness to human women, it was difficult. It was like he was surrounded by a gas that acted largely like a liquid but was also solid enough to cause friction, while also just massaging his dick for being inside her. It was weird, but it felt good, especially as he started moving.

Every thrust he did was like pouring oil into the fire. Salamander’s insides reacted in a volatile and deeply welcome way that sent hot spikes of pleasure all the way to his brain. Every thrust also saw the two asses and four thighs in front of him jiggle. The giant tits rubbed against each other, nipples especially, the two fire based beings moaning and shouting in pleasure. Nathalia let the shocks prolong her aftershock, while Salamander basked in the first pounding of her life.

And as much as he would have loved to continue this exercise, this new kind of pleasure was insane. Salamander’s folds reacted to his every thrust by giving him more and more pleasure, motivating him to go faster and faster, without any regard for his stamina.

What normally would have been a lack of control on a man’s part, leading likely to an encounter that ended all too soon, was welcome here. Nathalia was enjoying the throws of passion, her body still remembering all that had happened today, enough for her eyes to roll up just from the secondary pleasure. Salamander’s sensitivity rose in equal measure such that the fucking turned her insides into a whirling firestorm of ecstasy.

The trio let out sounds of bliss that filled the cave as everyone moved towards the height of their joined pleasure. The climax inevitably came, taking the form of John slamming into Salamander one last time. His balls tightened, shooting a second, lesser load into Salamander’s hellishly good cunt. Even though it was impossible, the fire elemental felt the sperm burn even hotter than her insides, her whole being flaring just as her back arched up. She screamed loudly, only for it to be muffled by Nathalia’s mouth on hers. Fingers locked, tongues fought, passion remained at its height, even as it found an outlet.

John kept fucking Salamander through most of his own orgasm. The fire demanded more fuel and his body, sweaty and exhausted, was resolved to give it. All he could and wanted to do was keep thrusting and keep pumping her full.

It wasn’t until the post-nut clarity kicked in that he finally managed to pull out. A long-held breath left his lungs and he just collapsed backwards, lying on the cave floor. ‘Jesus Christ,’ he thought. ‘Am I in heaven?’

A weird thought to have in the middle of proverbial hell.