Rex suddenly pulled back, but the reprieve was a cruel illusion. His eyes glowed with an unnatural, molten amber light.
Morwenna gasped, sensing a shift in the air as the temperature in the room began to spike. Without warning, Rex leaned close to her swollen entrance once more, but this time he didn't use his tongue.
He drew in a breath, channeling his magic, and exhaled a controlled, searingly hot gust of flame directly against her hypersensitive folds.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHH! NO! STOP! REX, STOP IT! AHNNN!" Morwenna's scream was primal, piercing through the dim light of the room.
The magical heat wasn't enough to burn her flesh, but it was intensely, overwhelmingly hot—a searing caress that felt like molten honey flooding her most sensitive nerve endings.
Her hips bucked violently, her body convulsing as the magical heat cooked her arousal to a fever pitch.
"Please! That's enough!"
"Just... ahhh! Just get it over with already!"
