12. Cinis

Serena's words are so strange and pose no real meaning to me. But when she presses herself to me, I feel something in my core. It's a fire unlike anything I've known.

Is this satisfying that incomprehensible need I once felt? As we make our way into the hovel, she regards me with a strange look.

"What's wrong?"

Her eyes trace my form, from my rocky shoulders to my base, hovering just over the ground.

"You can form things, right?" she asks. Her face is pinched in an odd expression.

"I suppose."

"Well, I suppose I want to try something."

Her cheeks turn pink with warmth as her green eyes regard me with something I don't quite understand.

"Let's try to build you a… penis," she says with a cough.

"What is a penis?" I ask, not sure why I need it.

"It's an organ that humans use for sex. You need it for penetration."

"Why would I want to do that?" I don't understand these human customs.

"Um, because it feels good. Just try it, okay?" Her cheeks emanate a heat as she sits on the earth next to me.

"Okay, so what does a penis look like?" I say, looking to her for direction.

"It's like a rod of sorts that goes between your legs." She gestures to the space, and I look down in disbelief.

"That sounds like an odd appendage." But I am curious to try it.

I gather earth and rock and begin to form my penis. Serena instructs me on the shape and specifics, helping me mold it until she is satisfied. I am quite surprised with this new organ, certain that my kind only expelled beings from ourselves, but Serena says humans use this penis together to mate.

I'm surprised at how natural and intuitive it feels. Strangely, it feels comfortable, as though it always belonged there.

Serena touches and strokes the organ in her hands experimenting with the feel, squeezing and applying pressure.

"A bit more narrow there," she says, grabbing the base. An odd sensation starts to come over me.

The sight of her kneeling before me sends a shock of heat coursing through my already fiery form. This human woman is making me feel so odd. But the curiosity makes me want to keep exploring.

Once the organ is formed, Serena takes a step back to look me over. Her mouth turns up in an expression that makes the heat rise to her cheeks again. There is also something else.

A warmth emanates from her core.

She walks toward me and takes the appendage in her hand again. I can feel it this time, the way her hand slides up and down this penis of mine.

"Does that feel good?" she asks, rubbing the stone which I'm now convinced always belonged there.

I like the sensation. It is a bubbling feeling deep in my core that rises the more her hand rubs against me. The heat inside her gets hotter with every stroke of her hand. I'm drawn to it, the way it burns within her.

Her cheeks are burning up, her core positively molten. I can feel a calling I don't understand, but I can ignore it no longer, her need so prominent before me.

In a quick movement, I tackle her to the ground.

I slide my rocky form down her body until I am at the precipice of the source of her fire.

The smell makes my body tingle. I inhale her scent, feeling a primal need I shouldn't be experiencing.

I push her legs apart and look up at her when she stops me. The urgency is building with every moment. Is this not what she meant?

"What are you doing?"

I can sense her reluctance, but the red tone her cheeks have taken on betrays her. She's being consumed by something.

"I want to taste you," I say.

I do not care if this is the way she intends, the call to her body is too great.

"Okay," she whispers, the heat rising hotter and higher.

I dip down and brush my fiery tongue against her hot core. Her taste is something I've never experienced. She screams out.

"Does this hurt you?" I ask, pulling back and certain I am killing her.

"No," she pants. "Please. Keep going."

I oblige, stroking my tongue against the soft folds of flesh.

Her taste is swirling, spiraling inside my senses – a flavor with the vibrancy of deep quartz, but perhaps even more profound somehow. Her moans are soft whispers in the air, tiny intonations of pleasure that vibrate through my ethereal body.

I explore her further, my fiery tongue delving deeper into her core, tracing patterns she seems to enjoy. It's mesmerizing, this dance we're performing, a strange and captivating intertwining of our beings that I never imagined could occur.

"Faster," she breathes.

A command? A plea? I don"t understand, but I am intrigued by her urgency. I quicken my movements, allowing the rhythm of our bodies to guide me.

Her breath hitching in uneven gasps validates me.

She clings onto me tighter and I savor her madness as I become her tether to sanity. The world around us blurs into insignificance. It"s just us two – a creature made from earth and fire, and a mortal woman sharing an intimate bond.

Her body rises from the ground and presses against me. She emits sounds that appear strangled and painful. But she keeps telling me not to stop. I take this as a cue that she likes it and the sounds are just a part of the act.

The heat radiates from her is intoxicating – not dangerous – as if beckoning me further into her embrace. My focus remains unbroken. I refuse to withdraw my attention from the crimson taste between her thighs.

"Cinis. I want more." She quakes beneath me, her voice carrying an echo that lingers in the air.

The intensity of my explorations increases tenfold – I am relentless with my fiery tongue dancing against her folds, drawing out sweet nectar that drips down in rivulets. Every twitch, gasp, and moan she emits fuels my fervor. She is the siren, and I am drawn to her song.

And then, suddenly, she erupts with a shuddering cry, her body convulsing beneath me. I can feel waves of energy pulsate from her core, reverberating through me like a shockwave.

Her hands clutch my fiery form tighter as she rides out the waves of what can only be described as ecstasy. The sight of her in such raw pleasure is hypnotic, a sight that I have never experienced before.

"This doesn't burn you?" I ask, pausing to look up at her.

"Gods, no. Please don't stop, Cinis," she cries, guiding my head back down to her entrance.

Her plea is irresistible and commanding. I catch her gaze briefly, her eyes wide open and glittering with the same incandescent glow that radiates from my flame-kissed form.

I feel the connection between us like sparks dancing between our bodies, connecting each touch of my tongue to her pulsing flesh in blazes of wild energy. Surrendering to her command, I delve back into the sweet abyss with renewed fervor.

Her crimson petals taste like nothing I could have imagined, a flavor that seems to personify the essence of life itself. Every stroke of my tongue elicits a chorus of melodies, the rhythms harmonizing with her frantic heartbeat. There"s an urgency in her moans now, a wild cadence that signals the upcoming storm of ecstasy about to unleash within her.

Her voice is half a plea, half an order, and completely irresistible. So I continue to move along her folds, exploring the feel and sensation, my tongue painting intricate patterns along her entrance. Her taste again floods my senses.

Her breathing becomes ragged, and her body starts to tremble violently beneath me.

Suddenly it is like she has become the center of the universe itself. All energy, all existence, seems to radiate from her. Her folds emanate a heat that I chase with fervor. I slide my tongue around the bud above her folds. This adds to her rhythmic movements against me.

"Faster, Cinis!" she implores, her voice laced with sweet desperation. It is a plea and a command intermixed, an appeal that I cannot resist.

I caress every crevice of this sacred place. The deep valleys and hidden treasures of her womanhood are a newfound land that I am eager to explore. The sensation of being so intimately intertwined with this mortal woman is as intoxicating as the most potent nectar of the gods.

Her cries reach glorious heights as she arches beneath me in sweet surrender to my fire-coated touch. This spectacle, this wonder, is unfolding beneath my very eyes, and it is breathtakingly beautiful.

Tearing my attention away from her spellbinding gaze, I once again delve deeper into her core. A symphony of sighs escapes her lips as she clings to me tighter.

As her tremors subside, she collapses beneath me, spent and panting heavily. Her eyes flutter open to meet mine. They are glazed with satisfaction, brimming with a languid happiness that makes me reciprocate the feeling. I linger there, nestled in the valley between her thighs, not willing to break this intimate connection just yet.

Her fingers trace idly over my flaming form. There's a sense of lingering curiosity in her touch. It"s strange. She treats me not as an otherworldly creature but as a lover to explore and understand.

"Stay," she whispers into the cool night air, an invitation hanging between us. Looking down at this mortal woman glowing under the moonlight, flushed cheeks and tousled hair framing her blissful expression, I find it difficult to resist.

"Yes," I respond simply, curling around her. The world beyond our cocoon is forgotten entirely as we bask in our afterglow, two beings intertwined under the starlit sky.