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Deep beneath the sleeping volcano, the chamber pulsed with heat and power.
Lava flowed through runes etched into obsidian walls. The air smelled of ash, sweat, and something older — something primal. Alira stood naked in the center of the ritual circle, her body painted in glowing red symbols, each one radiating the magic of submission.
She was the last of her coven.
The only one willing to offer herself to the Flamebound.
A demon of fire and lust, bound centuries ago by her ancestors.
Now, as prophecy demanded, he would be released again.
But this time, not to destroy.
This time, to breed.
She raised her arms and chanted, hips swaying as energy gathered between her legs. The floor trembled. Sparks burst from the air. Then a roar — deep, guttural — shook the cavern.
He emerged from flame.
Seven feet tall. Crimson skin. Horns curled back from his skull. Eyes burning gold. And between his legs, a cock already hard, glowing with inner heat, veins pulsing like molten iron.
Alira gasped. Her thighs clenched involuntarily. She had imagined this moment for years, but nothing prepared her for the hunger in his gaze.
He stepped forward, smoke curling from his shoulders.
"You offer your womb?"
His voice was like a furnace.
She nodded, breathless.
"I offer everything."
He didn’t wait.
His claws wrapped around her waist and lifted her into the air. Her legs parted instinctively, pussy glistening with anticipation. The tip of his cock pressed against her slit — hot, thick, alive with power.
The moment he pushed in, she screamed.
It was like being filled by fire. Her walls stretched wide, juices dripping down her thighs as he claimed her. Every inch inside her throbbed. She clung to his shoulders, nails digging into muscle.
He fucked her standing, pinning her to the stone pillar behind the altar, his thrusts shaking the entire chamber. Her breasts bounced with each slam. Her moans grew louder, echoed by the walls like a sacred chant.
"Yes... more... deeper... fuck me!"
Each time he pulled out and slammed back in, his cock radiated heat. It wasn’t pain. It was bliss. Her clit rubbed against his base. Her stomach bulged slightly from the force. She drooled. She begged.
Then he flipped her.
Bent over the altar, ass high, dripping cunt open and ready, she cried out as he re-entered from behind. His claws dug into her hips, holding her in place as he pounded her harder, faster, rougher.
The magic in the runes ignited.
A wave of heat washed over her.
And then she came.
A violent orgasm that made her legs shake, her eyes roll back, her pussy squirt all over the altar.
But he didn’t stop.
He grabbed her hair, pulled her upright, and whispered into her ear.
"I will fill you now."
His thrusts became animal. Her moans became sobs of pleasure.
When he came, it was a torrent.
Hot, thick seed flooded her womb, so much that it poured back out, splashing against the altar stone. Her stomach swelled slightly from the sheer volume. She collapsed, twitching, whispering his name like a prayer.
But the ritual had only begun.
The second Flamebound stepped forward.
Smaller, but faster. Horns shorter, tongue longer. He crawled onto the altar and licked her clean — slowly, sensually, sucking up every drop of his brother’s cum before spreading her ass cheeks and entering her back hole.
She cried out.
Not in protest.
In bliss.
His cock was thinner, but curved perfectly. He slid in easily, her ass already loosened by the previous climax. She clenched around him as he thrust, licking her spine, whispering spells into her skin.
Her body obeyed every command.
Her pussy dripped. Her mouth opened. Her throat begged for cock.
And the third one gave it to her.
He stepped in front of the altar and slid his cock into her mouth. She gagged once, then adjusted. Her tongue swirled around his tip. Her lips stretched. She took him all the way.
Double penetration.
Her ass and throat stuffed. Her pussy leaking cum.
The altar glowed brighter with each thrust. Her skin shimmered with sweat.
She looked up at the one in her mouth — and smiled.
This was her calling.
They fucked her for hours.
Each took his turn.
Each filled a hole.
Each left his mark inside her.
By the time the sun rose and the lava quieted, her belly was round, her body soaked, her womb burning with life.
The prophecy had been fulfilled.
She would give birth to the next generation of Flamebound.
And she would do it gladly.
Because from this day forward, she belonged to the fire.
Lava flowed through runes etched into obsidian walls. The air smelled of ash, sweat, and something older — something primal. Alira stood naked in the center of the ritual circle, her body painted in glowing red symbols, each one radiating the magic of submission.
She was the last of her coven.
The only one willing to offer herself to the Flamebound.
A demon of fire and lust, bound centuries ago by her ancestors.
Now, as prophecy demanded, he would be released again.
But this time, not to destroy.
This time, to breed.
She raised her arms and chanted, hips swaying as energy gathered between her legs. The floor trembled. Sparks burst from the air. Then a roar — deep, guttural — shook the cavern.
He emerged from flame.
Seven feet tall. Crimson skin. Horns curled back from his skull. Eyes burning gold. And between his legs, a cock already hard, glowing with inner heat, veins pulsing like molten iron.
Alira gasped. Her thighs clenched involuntarily. She had imagined this moment for years, but nothing prepared her for the hunger in his gaze.
He stepped forward, smoke curling from his shoulders.
"You offer your womb?"
His voice was like a furnace.
She nodded, breathless.
"I offer everything."
He didn’t wait.
His claws wrapped around her waist and lifted her into the air. Her legs parted instinctively, pussy glistening with anticipation. The tip of his cock pressed against her slit — hot, thick, alive with power.
The moment he pushed in, she screamed.
It was like being filled by fire. Her walls stretched wide, juices dripping down her thighs as he claimed her. Every inch inside her throbbed. She clung to his shoulders, nails digging into muscle.
He fucked her standing, pinning her to the stone pillar behind the altar, his thrusts shaking the entire chamber. Her breasts bounced with each slam. Her moans grew louder, echoed by the walls like a sacred chant.
"Yes... more... deeper... fuck me!"
Each time he pulled out and slammed back in, his cock radiated heat. It wasn’t pain. It was bliss. Her clit rubbed against his base. Her stomach bulged slightly from the force. She drooled. She begged.
Then he flipped her.
Bent over the altar, ass high, dripping cunt open and ready, she cried out as he re-entered from behind. His claws dug into her hips, holding her in place as he pounded her harder, faster, rougher.
The magic in the runes ignited.
A wave of heat washed over her.
And then she came.
A violent orgasm that made her legs shake, her eyes roll back, her pussy squirt all over the altar.
But he didn’t stop.
He grabbed her hair, pulled her upright, and whispered into her ear.
"I will fill you now."
His thrusts became animal. Her moans became sobs of pleasure.
When he came, it was a torrent.
Hot, thick seed flooded her womb, so much that it poured back out, splashing against the altar stone. Her stomach swelled slightly from the sheer volume. She collapsed, twitching, whispering his name like a prayer.
But the ritual had only begun.
The second Flamebound stepped forward.
Smaller, but faster. Horns shorter, tongue longer. He crawled onto the altar and licked her clean — slowly, sensually, sucking up every drop of his brother’s cum before spreading her ass cheeks and entering her back hole.
She cried out.
Not in protest.
In bliss.
His cock was thinner, but curved perfectly. He slid in easily, her ass already loosened by the previous climax. She clenched around him as he thrust, licking her spine, whispering spells into her skin.
Her body obeyed every command.
Her pussy dripped. Her mouth opened. Her throat begged for cock.
And the third one gave it to her.
He stepped in front of the altar and slid his cock into her mouth. She gagged once, then adjusted. Her tongue swirled around his tip. Her lips stretched. She took him all the way.
Double penetration.
Her ass and throat stuffed. Her pussy leaking cum.
The altar glowed brighter with each thrust. Her skin shimmered with sweat.
She looked up at the one in her mouth — and smiled.
This was her calling.
They fucked her for hours.
Each took his turn.
Each filled a hole.
Each left his mark inside her.
By the time the sun rose and the lava quieted, her belly was round, her body soaked, her womb burning with life.
The prophecy had been fulfilled.
She would give birth to the next generation of Flamebound.
And she would do it gladly.
Because from this day forward, she belonged to the fire.
