Fire!

Even through the coarse fabric of the penance habit, Noah could feel the warmth of Pricilla’s body. The heat that seeped into his skin was uncanny, entrancing, alluring. Like a straw doll catching fire from a stray spark, the scorching sensation engulfed every fiber of his being. In a strange way, his senses dulled and sharpened at the same time.

All noises, coming from outside, were muffled or distorted into bizarre, unfitting pitches, but this wasn’t the case for the sounds of his own body. The rushing of the blood, churning through his veins, became one with the rain and the hail of the storm raging outside. The pounding in his chest was the thunder incarnate. Like an instrument played by an intangible hand, the beats of his heart quickened and slowed with the soft sobs of the maiden in his arms.

He knew those sobs. He had yearned to quell them with his kisses for so, so long. Wrong. He had yearned to hear those lips moaning his name.

A prickling numbness spread through his limbs, robbing them slowly of any nimbleness or strength like a traitorous winter chill. Compared to them, every inch of his body was as sensitive as an opened wound. Every tremor of the weeping maiden shot lightning bolts into him, igniting his flesh and turning his muscles into steel ropes.

He recognized this trembling frame. He had wished to still it in his embrace. Wrong. He had wished to make her throb in ecstasy under his fingers.

Everything in the room blurred into a sea of amber and auburn. Despite its softness, the light stung his eyes every time he lifted his head, so Noah focused on the waterfall of chestnut hair, falling over his chest. He could distinguish every strand, every curl, and every golden spark the candles wove into this silky masterpiece.

He knew his hair. He had dreamt day and night to comb through it with his fingers. Wrong. He had seen countless times in his lucid fantasies those very same chestnut strands, tangled by sweat and passion, lying messily on his bare chest.

The smoke from the burning incense was choking and invigorating him at the same time. Like coiling spring mists, the fragrant fumes entangled him in their embrace. The aroma of the holy herbs mixed with the perfume lingering on the maiden’s milky skin.

He could recognize this fragrance anywhere. His desire was burning ablaze every time he breathed in the sweet aroma of peaches, honey and roses. Wrong!

This was very, very wrong!

A tiny spark of Noah’s consciousness remained lit, but it was enough. He knew that something was amiss. This wasn’t Lorelei’s bitter-sweet scent. This wasn’t Lorelei!

With a groan, he willed his arms into action, pushing the sobbing girl away.

“S-something’s wrong!” He slurred the words and blinked furiously in a futile attempt to clear his vision. “L-lady Orten…”

“My lord, are you suddenly feeling unwell?” The pitch of Pricilla’s foreign voice scraped against his ears. She dabbed her cheeks with her handkerchief and looked at him with huge, teary eyes.

“Y-yes. I don’t feel… very well.” Noah’s tongue twisted in his mouth. “I… I need some… fresh air. Excuse me.”

He struggled to his feet, but his knees gave out. With a short cry, he stumbled and reached out for support, his hand landing on something soft.

“Oh! M-my lord!”

Pricilla’s loud gasp shook his blurry mind back into action as it slowly comprehended the situation. The round softness in his palm was so warm and enticing. And it was only one of a perfect pair.

No!

Noah jolted back, his body hitting hard the pedestal of a saint’s statue. The throbbing sensation in his hand, crawled up his arm, sent shivers down his chest and back, and rushed like a scorching river into his loins. Heaving a jagged breath, Noah threw a shaking glance at Pricilla, who knelt not far away from him. Her arms wrapped around her ample chest. Strands of hair fell over her face, hiding her features yet exposing her milky-white neck to Noah’s hungry gaze.

“N-no. It wasn’t my intention,” he panted, feeling his desire growing with every thundering beat of his heart. “This… isn’t right. Y-you fiend!”

It had taken him long enough, but now, Noah was sure. There was something foul at play. And there could be only one source of it. The short burst of realization and anger cleared the fog from his mind for a moment. But with this clarity also came fear. He couldn’t control his body! His limbs were like lead. Liquid fire ran through his veins, yet he trembled from an uncontrollable fever. In his chest, his heart drummed painfully like it was going to burst any second now. And worst of all, the pain and fire in his loins threatened to rob him of any semblance of sanity very soon.

“W-what have you done to me?” he squeezed through his teeth, fighting with all his might to move.

Before him, Pricilla slowly rose to her feet, her body swaying as if drunk.

“I… I didn’t!” she mumbled, her arms still protecting her defiled breasts. “D-dear Gods! What’s happening?”

Despite the fog, Noah discerned fear in her trembling voice. And also desire.

With a sudden jerk, Pricilla lifted her head, her gorgeous hair draping like a cape over her shoulders. Her face, still wet from tears, had become blank and dreamy.

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“It’s so hot!” she whispered, her hands slowly starting to circle her breasts. “What have you done to me? Is it magic? Gods, it’s so hot!”

Noah’s mouth dried as his eyes were peeled on Pricilla, his gaze trailing her every move. Her hands began their journey from her breasts, kneading and rubbing the plump mounds peeking from beneath her own habit. They then continued their way down to her waist, then up again, then - a bit further down. A weak moan escaped her lips:

“Why… am I… doing this? No. No. What… magic is this?”

Her words brushed past Noah’s ears, the little bit of sanity left in him grasping at them like they were straws. This had to be magic. But why were his defenses not activating?

‘Love charms... No direct damage…’

Vague answers formed in his mind, but were quickly downed by waves of desire.

It hurt! The painful pressure in his loins demanded release. The burning in his flesh needed quenching. Dark hunger rose in his chest, his eyes preying on the lush sight before them.

No! He had to go away! Now!

Clenching his teeth almost to the point of breaking, he mustered up all his strength. His back painfully pressed against the cold marble of the statue. Inch by inch, he dragged himself up with immense efforts. Before he was shakily standing on his feet, his penance habit was long soaked-through by his sweat. His heart raced like he had been running for miles and extreme nausea forced him to halt and gather his breath.

“Your fault. All of this is your fault! You are forcing me to do this!”

Pricilla’s words made him glare at her again. His mind went blank.

In the eternity it had taken him to crawl up and lean on the statue, she had peeled off all of her clothes and now stood before him in all her naked glory. The amber lights of the candles gilded her perfect skin and spilled shadows over her alluring curves. Her breasts were big and ripe. Her hips were full and curvy. Her slightly protruding stomach only added to her voluptuous beauty.

Noah’s throat was dry and hurting. If he sank his teeth into that juicy flesh, would his thirst be quenched? If his fingers molded that body, would it gain the shape he most desired?

‘No! Enough! Get a grip, damn it!’

Noah closed his eyes, reason and desire clashing and tearing his body mercilessly. He had to call for help before it was too late. Whatever hex was at work, it seemed to affect not only him but also Pricilla.

Suddenly, a scorching softness pressed against his chest. A gasp stuck in Noah’s throat as his mouth was assaulted by a pair of plump, moist lips. Sweet liquid filled his mouth while Pricilla’s tongue entangled with his.

A new wave of weakness flushed over Noah’s body, his desire reaching new heights. He weakly tried to disentangle from Pricilla, only for his hands to land again on her, this time naked, breasts.

The sensation was heavenly!

‘No! It’s repulsing!’

Even the slightest touch forced a moan from Pricilla, whose lips were still firmly planted on his.

‘Stop! I don’t want this!’

His numbing fingers lost their grip, slid down her ribs, and brushed against her hips. This resulted in a new wave of moans, but this time, Pricilla managed to whisper:

“H-how dare you… touch m-me!? I knew… you were a beast!”

‘No! I’m not doing anything! This was just an accident! Please!’

Noah wanted to scream, but only an incoherent groan escaped his throat. His knees grew soft again and he slumped on Pricilla’s shoulder with all his weight, sending them both tumbling on the ground. Noah tried as best as he could not to crush the girl, twisting his body and bumping hard against the statue’s pedestal. He slid down, scraping his back against the marble, his head hitting the protruding edge of the fondament. There was a sharp pain and a short period of spotted blurry darkness. His ears rang, but through their chiming, he could still hear Pricilla’s voice.

“It’s your fault! You put a spell on me! Why do I…have to do this… with such a monster…?”

Her jagged words were like daggers straight into his heart. Her out-of-focus face leaned in over him and her lips bit into his again. And again, there was the maddening sweetness of her kiss, the sweet juices of desire filling his mouth and amplifying his need.

He felt her hands over his body - clawing, stroking, pulling. Before he could realize it, his penance habit was thrown to the side, his naked body - exposed to her gaze and the chilling air.

“Dear Gods!” Her scream somewhat sobered him up. “You ugly, disfigured monster!”

‘No! I… I’m not… I don’t want to…’

Noah’s pleas never left his throat. His last specks of sanity remained trapped in their husk and were slowly getting drowned by an irresistible lust.

Pricilla’s fingers brushed against his skin and traced his muscles, leaving scorching marks behind. Her every touch brought waves of shame and pleasure, of agony and elation. Holding his breath, he dreaded and yearned for more as her hands traveled further and further down.

‘Stop! No, please!’

It was bliss. Her soft little hand caressed and teased him.

‘No more! I don’t want to! I don’t want to do this!’

Every stroke of hers filled him with pain, disgust, and pleasure. Something started to build up, deep in his core. Something wild. Something mindless and primordial. Something hungry.

‘Please, let me go! Release me! I don’t want to harm you!’

A whimper tore from his lips when Pricilla straddled him. He could no longer endure. All the shame, disgust, and revulsion died down as she slowly started to move. Her gasps and moans only made his heart beat even faster. Her softness enveloped him, promising him bliss. He just had to give in.

‘No. I won’t! I won’t betray… her… like this…’

Clinging to the last shards of reason, Noah clenched his teeth, fighting a lost battle. He hated his body. It made him a beast. A lustful, ugly monster. This pleasure was wrong. But he couldn’t stop it. No matter how hard he tried. He was a brute, an animal, a perverted demon, just like his father!

Noah’s fists balled as new waves of hot pleasure pushed him closer to the edge. His body was in pain. He needed release. A release he didn’t deserve. If he gave in, he would be betraying her.

Clenching his fists tighter, he whimpered and wordlessly begged for salvation.

“You… are… quite… stubborn…” Pricilla’s panting breath tickled his ear.

And again, a sweet, moist kiss drowned his sanity. This was the end.

Noah felt like he was floating. He could see their entangled bodies, their sweat mixing into one. The girl’s hair was strewn all over his chest - soft, silky, and familiar. In his blurry eyes, her features slowly morphed into the ones he adored and coveted.

Lorelei!

Noah roared. His hands grabbed the girl’s hips and tilted her, slamming her back against the floor. Her scream didn’t reach him. With a mournful cry, he relinquished the fight and his mind plummeted into darkness.