There she is, his little red flame!
Standing at the topmost balcony of the Fortress of Tortures, wearing nothing but thin transparent scarves for clothes on that magnificent body!
The scarves sway in the wind, revealing portions of her smooth glossy skin and beautiful curves.
Her fiery red hair joins them, a-swaying.
She pulls the stray strands out of her view, guarding them behind her ears to reveal... a perfect face. She is a dazzling beauty.
Concealing her nipples and the more intricate features of her body are a pair of golden lion claws, affixed over each nipple, and matching gold adornments, and on the top central part of her head is a matching little tiara.
Gifts... from the demon Gorak to his beloved.
The gold pieces cover up more of her body than the transparent scarf strips, but the partial nudity suits her perfectly, as she possesses the body of a goddess!
Deep in thought, she overlooks the vast expanse of burning land beneath and the jagged, mountainous landscape that constitute the surroundings.
A lightning storm was gathering.
....
'Seems like 'he' is in a bad mood. What could have caused it this time?'
Her thoughts reveal her feelings... the very feelings that bother her. Feelings of care and concern.
Why would she care for him?... care for a ruthless villain!
*sigh*
She looks down, observing the tiny details of the landscape before her.
The areas that have no jagged rocks have pitfalls with bonfires here and there, created by the terrifyingly dangerous red lightning strikes that come down occasionally, burning flaming craters, and eating deep into the ground.
This was a dark place. A place straight out of nightmares.
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Gorak is indeed in a bad mood. His red lightning powers tear down upon the grounds due to his rage.
He needs his drug... his coolant. His happiness. So he comes looking for her.
.....
He quietly watches her graceful actions and beautiful backside as she stands, gazing out the balcony.
'So beautiful.' He gulps, entranced by the marvelous view.
Suddenly, the storm dissipates as Gorak's anger dissolves away completely.
She was his cure! Just one look at her and all the anger he felt would dissipate in a matter of seconds.
She doesn't stop her staring though. She always seemed to be fascinated by the environment.
'Well, it must be shocking for a human to see her land transformed in such a way', reasons Gorak.
'What are her thoughts?', he wonders.
...
He approaches her from behind. She hears nothing as she is completely absorbed in her thoughts.
"Do you like it?", he asks, whispering against her right ear. His hushed voice calm and relaxing... soothing, even.
"Ah!" she jumps a little, startled by his deep whispering voice. At the same time, she feels his hot breath tingling her ear. Her face goes red.
'She smells like flowers.'
Gorak's brain acknowledges the captivating smell of his little red flame.
He places his hands on the railing, one on each of her sides.
Taking care to keep her trapped between his arms and the railing, he closes in on her, lowering his head to place a soft, wet trail of kisses from underneath her ear, down the crook of her neck, and along her shoulders, to calm her.
But that doesn't calm her at all. Her heart races. She stands still, unable to breathe properly, her hair standing on end.
Gorak notices her discomfort, but he doesn't stop.
"Did I scare you? I apologise.
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Keep calm... It's just me." he murmurs amidst soft, wet kisses, his voice low and husky.
'He is shirtless! And so close... kissing on me! How could I calm down?'
Her thoughts are in complete disarray. She can barely speak, let alone answer any of his questions.
How could she?
Gorak is smoking hot! His looks are beyond attractive. A perfect mix of divine beauty and seductive masculine allure.
One look would get any human drooling, irrespective of their sexuality. His skin is white; almost pale.
If you would categorise him in human races, he would be a drop-dead gorgeous, young Korean-American, with rippling muscles, an insanely handsome face, and a well-built body, not too muscular and not entirely thin. He is also incredibly tall and big. Because he is a god.
Dela is a good-sized, curvy human woman, with lush, pink skin, but she is small in Gorak's embrace.
...
He comes even closer, slowly cocooning her in his embrace.
She feels his soft, wet lips. His hot breath. His warm skin against hers as his arms gently close in on her, taking her into him by the stomach and waist, to press her backside against him.
His kisses travel up to her face to find her soft, pink lips. He kisses them softly first... he seems to be waiting for her to object.
She doesn't.
Thrilled, he deepens into a lovely french kiss, taking away her senses with each deep, wet, delicious stroke of his tongue. Her breathing quickens.
Still locking her in his deep, enticing, unending kiss, he moves his hand underneath the transparent scarves that cover her torso, travelling gently atop her smooth skin all the way up from her waist, and over her stomach, to squeeze his fingers into the nook underneath each lovely breast so he could grab all of their softness from the very base.
The mind-numbing feel of his touch builds up heat from the depths of her gut. A heat which quickly spreads out, running up to her face to make her gasp as it deprives her of most of the air in her lungs.
"huhh..."
The soft moan leaks out of her before she knows it.
Her face runs red hot in embarrassment.
But Gorak doesn't stop. Rather his actions become more shameless and unbridled. He gives each plump melon a nice squeeze, before his hands start to roam, travelling all about, exploring wildly, to her pleasure...
"mmh... uhh..."
Her soft moans are drowned in his kiss.
The transparent scarves she has on barely cover any part of her hot, goddess ranked, evenly proportioned body. So she feels every single touch like it is directly on her skin.
His hands feel so good.
She wants more. She needs more.
...
Getting heated up, his body moves by instinct. Soon he is wrapping a hand across her stomach to hook her waist and pull her in. Grabbing her firmly from behind and pressing her hard against him.
*poke!*
"....ghah!"
She gasps, suddenly losing all her air from the breathtaking and unexpected feel of something hard nudging her from behind...
The pit of her stomach is instantly set ablaze!
Gorak breaks the kiss to let her breathe, but instead, her moans travelled out unrestricted. Much louder and completely unguarded.
"uhh... nng... oh m-..."
'It's clothed but, why does it feel so... ohh... oh my god... oh...'
She moans even in her thoughts as her brain dulls from the nudging.
Hearing her pleasurable sounds, Gorak's hands fondle her parts more vigorously. At the same time, he lowers his head, sucking and eating out her neck and collar bone areas, drawing circles against her sweet, supple skin with his thirsty tongue.
The feeling is indescribably pleasurable. To her, Gorak is an addictive drug. Her senses had long forsaken her.
Her face flushes hotter, her hot, steamy breath falls heavier.
She wants this. She doesn't care to know why. Perhaps it is because he is a god...???
'gods... they have some secrets to intimacy they ought to share with the world!', she reasons.
Gorak's assault on her senses... on her body...
It feels heavenly!
...
'She feels so good.'
Gorak can barely keep it together anymore. Her moaning is music to his ears. Her skin is warm and her body, soft as clouds. He needs more of her warmth.
'This little human is intoxicating.'
He wants more. He would have all of her.
"How about we do it right here... where the rest of the kingdom can see us?"
Gorak's voice is low, husky and seductive. His warm breath makes her ear tingle.
'Right... right here?!'
There was a dark fog beneath, so it would be quite difficult to spot them looking up from below, but still... someone could see.
She panics, and somehow, the thought of being discovered makes her hotter. Her insides feel like they are burning!
After his hushed, sexy whisper, Gorak moves on to nibble her earlobe and lick the sensitive side of her neck below her ear to convince her as he awaits her answer.
This, and the mind-blowing thought of doing it out on the balcony send shivers straight down her spine. She trembles slightly from pleasure.
"ugh... uhhh- uh..."
She stutters, her brain functions disabled by Gorak's roaming hands and lips, as he pulls her in tighter and tighter against his hardness...
"mmh... uhh... ohh..."
Her soft moans grow louder and louder, to Gorak's delight, echoing...
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He opens his eyes, but rather than see her he sees iron bars. Her arms that cradled his neck and body are chains and power-limiting restraints fastened around his neck, wrists and feet, and the soft, plump curvy body he was leaning against is a giant iron boulder fastened to his restraints.
He is still imprisoned in this dark and dreary dungeon... 'd*mn!'
Fate was playing a wicked trick on him!
He was dreaming up memories from 213years ago... memories of her.
Memories of his foolish love that led to his disgraceful defeat!...
'How utterly ridiculous!'
He clenches his fist in anger.
His love... that curvy, intoxicating red-head, she had betrayed him. She even joined forces with the enemy to take him down...
That hurt him worse than any punishment he could get in his entire lifetime.
'Dreaming of her...'
Dreaming of their first time. It was the first time she truly accepted him. He had been so happy... the imprudent and reckless fool that he was!
'How ludicrous!', his thoughts ridicule him.
"I have to get out of here before I lose my mind..." he supports his forehead in the palm of his hand.
Thoughts and memories of her torture him, even down to his dreams. He was losing his mind. Because of her!
"...and when I finally do, I'll find her and squeeze the life out of her slowly."
He exudes a dark, murderous aura as he contemplates killing his redhead.
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People say there's a fine line between love and hate. Gorak has no doubt crossed that line. But there is one good thing about the haunting memories of his little redhead.
They motivate this prisoner to escape his dungeon.
Despite his horrible ordeals over the last 213years, his spirit could never be broken, only because he focuses on his purpose outside these walls. A purpose that fuels his desperation to get out.
Escape, Find and Kill the little redhead!
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