Eric thought that the most beautiful sights he saw during his life were the most unadulterated expressions of nature.

When he saw a rainbow, a mountain river, a squirrel on a tree, or the Grand Canyon, he momentarily felt part of a whole. He felt happy in his apparently insignificant role.

Some people found nature's beauty the proof of God's existence.

He thought it to be an exaggeration from a logical point of view. But this apparent random order, which rules over the natural kingdom, was definitely god-like to him nonetheless.

At that moment, he was similarly appreciating beauty, but the reason wasn't a little deer making his first steps or a centenary tree observing him from the top of its height. It was Rubra.

Eric was aware that the fight with Cain had interrupted them at the clue point when they were, in a way celebrating their new relationship.

Even though that was true, it was similarly true that he still felt the scars from his past confidence issues and was conscious about the mental condition of Rubra, that in the last couple of days, killed and buried her tutor and rekindled the hope to hug her parents again.

In this delicate situation, he decided not to make the first move to resume from where they left off in order to give her the time to adjust to the changes in her new life.

Before turning around, when he felt her hand tug at him instinctively started saying sorry.

''Rubra, I'm so... ''

But then the gift of nature called Rubra showed herself to him without restriction, and his words immediately stopped.

This wasn't the moment to talk about what happened before. He could always do it later.

The lamps in the room lost their light, following the orders of Rubra. Suddenly all around the two of them was darkness.

The only exception in Eric's sight was the round bed, covered in delicate white silk sheets.

Somehow it seemed like the bed itself emitted light.

This illusion was caused by her actions.

Rubra was on the bed, her face red in embarrassment, her hand still holding him, but her actions spoke volumes.

In that sacred silence, she was slowly burning her own dress from its extremities towards her chest.

The movement of the little delicate flames she was controlling was as slow as it was sensual.

Eric found it difficult to control himself.

Slowly the flames advanced in their course, showing her fair ankles and thin wrists.

Then the next was her forearms and calves.

When her thighs started being exposed, Rubra was slowly raising her sight.

She felt expectant, but at the same time, she was worried her rash actions could frighten or anger Eric.

What if he doesn't like my body? *

When her frightened eyes were almost reaching his, all her negative thoughts disappeared.

Eric couldn't control himself anymore and kissed her intensely.

At that moment, her flames became way more intense, and as if responding to them, instinctively, Eric emitted fire of the same intensity.

As the two blazes danced on with the other in a similar fashion their tounges were meeting each other.

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The both of them didn't feel any heat. Enveloped in their respective flames, they were protected from any external danger.

The only exception to that was their point of union, their lips.

In that spot, a war for the conquest of territory was going on as their respective soldiers fought inside their mouths.

Finally, showing his past experience, he started moving rhythmically his tongue on her upper palate, before twirling his own around her tongue.

That move decided the outcome of the first battle.

She moaned lightly, and her flame disappeared as she fell back on the bed, gasping for air.

In the last moments of that exchange, his flames had instantly burned her dress in the frontal side.

At this point, her whole dress was reduced to a tattered piece of fabric under her shoulders.

Their breath accelerated gradually, showing their passion.

Eric saw Rubra whole as she was when born, but now she wasn't unconscious as before.

Now she was watching him with expectant and excited eyes.

On the other hand, Eric watched her as a wolf seizes as prey, and because of that, Rubra started blushing, and goose bumps appeared on her arms.

His mind was a mess: rationality and technique were not his worries in the slightest.

When on Earth, he enjoyed seeing the reactions of the women he slept with. He didn't enjoy the act in itself all that much.

For him, the main reason for embarking on the whole courting process was a mix of an exercise of his mask, a boost for his self-esteem, and only finally, lust.

At this moment, the situation was reversed.

Now love alimented his lust, and he felt that no mask was needed with her.

His breath was ragged, and his thoughts were repetitive at an animalistic level.

*I want her! I want her! I want her...*

From the moment he started seeing the slow strip tease enacted by the flames, these were his thoughts.

Slowly his mind became more honest as the flames slowly advanced.

Useless the thoughts about the truths he was still hiding from her, his new power, or the worry about Cain and her parents.

At that moment, he became a male, not a man, who desired a female, which showed her interest in him.

After the kiss seeing her without any veil, he momentarily regained enough brain power to control his words.

''Beautiful... ''

The situation and her starting initiative didn't protect Rubra from the embarrassment of being seen naked by the man she loved.

She tried covering her breast with her arms and closing her legs, almost crossing them.

All she obtained doing it, was increasing the fire that burned inside and outside of him.

Seeing him almost jumping on her with such strength, all she could feel was happiness and curiosity about what he would do to her.

Somewhere far from that cave, someone was watching with heavy breath.

Furious on the inside but completely immovable on the outside.

*There's no reason to be angry...There's...*

The infinite mantra continued this way.