But he didn't care.
He could feel her coolness rising. Ice spreading from her skin. Some of the flames glimmered and died as her frost met his fire.
“Oh, Korin!!”
“Oh, queen. Your pussy takes my cock just right!”
“Korin!”
“No, little one. Call me king or I’ll make this little pussy hurt.”
“King!”
“Yes.”
The bed kept burning.
The room kept burning.
And Korin kept fucking her.
"Only my cock and my brother’s. That’s it," he growled against her neck. "Ours to ruin. Ours to devour."
Sol moaned. Her pussy clenched around him.
Korin could feel Pyrran's absence like a missing limb. His brother should be here. Should be inside her too. Should be claiming her alongside him.
But Korin couldn't stop.
He'd apologize later.
Right now, all that mattered was Sol.
Her body.
Her heat.
Her pleasure.
"Cum for me again, little queen."
"Oh. Oh.”
“So perfect.” Korin’s hand slid between their bodies and found her clit. "Do you love this cock?"
“Yes.”
He rubbed her clit as he fucked her hard. “I’m going to give you this cock every day.”
“Oh!!” Sol's back arched.
Then Korin did something he'd never done before.
He lowered his mouth in the direction of where they were joined and blew fire directly onto her clit.
Sol screamed.
Yes.
