Chapter 14: Nayeli, the Flame-Blessed
The night was thick with steam and the scent of spice.
Riven stood at the edge of the Ember Pools — natural springs said to awaken carnal instincts. The mist shimmered red, and the rocks beneath his feet pulsed with warmth like skin. He heard soft moans echoing through the haze… and then saw her.
She rose from the water like a dream made flesh.
Nayeli.
Her skin was bronzed and glistening. Water rolled in rivulets down her soft, full breasts, her hardened nipples peeking through the steam like secrets. Her long dark hair clung wetly to her back and shoulders. She walked toward him with the power of fire wrapped in a woman's form.
And when she reached him, she whispered:
> "I want you to devour me."
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He needed no further invitation.
He fell to his knees before her.
His hands gripped her thighs as he pressed his mouth to her skin, licking slowly from the curve of her hip to the crease where her thigh met her core. Her body twitched under his tongue.
> "Yes… yes…" she whispered, fingers tangling in his hair.
His lips kissed lower. His tongue parted her folds — wet, pulsing, slick with want. He licked her slowly, deliberately, savoring every taste. Her legs trembled as he circled her clit with the flat of his tongue, then sucked it gently, making her cry out.
> "More… don't stop…"
He didn't.
He slid his tongue deep inside her, his face buried in her pussy as if he could breathe her in — mad with need, licking up every drop of her nectar. She came with a gasp, her thighs clenching around his head.
But he wasn't done.
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He lifted her effortlessly into his arms and carried her to the warm rock, laying her back as the red mist swirled around them.
He kissed up her inner thighs, then her stomach — hot, slow licks up her skin, tasting sweat and fire. He kissed the dip beneath her navel, then dragged his tongue slowly between her breasts, each one rising with her panting breath.
He took one nipple into his mouth — sucking hard, making her moan — then the other, licking in slow, wet circles before biting gently.
> "Riven—gods, yes—yes!"
Her hands clawed at his back, her legs wrapped around his waist. But he wanted to taste everything. He kissed her collarbones, her throat, her earlobes, then down again — back to her breasts, her ribs, her belly, her pussy, licking as if addicted.
> "You're worshipping me…" she gasped.
> "No," he growled. "I'm losing myself in you."
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She pulled him up, eyes burning.
> "Now fuck me."
Their bodies collided — wet skin on wet skin, lips crashing, tongues tangling. She guided his cock into her, moaning as he filled her inch by inch, still slick from her climax. He thrust slow, then faster, both of them coated in sweat, cum, and steam.
He kissed her everywhere. Her breasts. Her neck. Her lips.
He licked her chest, her nipples, her throat, her mouth — as if he could drink her from the inside out.
> "I'm close—" she moaned.
> "Cum for me," he growled. "So I can taste it again."
She screamed his name as she came around him, and he followed seconds later, cumming hard, filling her with heat and need and pleasure.
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When it was over, she lay on his chest, tracing his skin with her fingers.
> "You didn't just love me," she whispered. "You devoured me."
> "And I'm not finished," he murmured, already leaning down again.