forum Born in Flames (1-1, Closed, Mature)

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Ghar’Teus was watching her as closely as she was him, so he noticed her hand tightening on her whip. Though he was cautious around any weapon held by a trained warrior, he was secretly fascinated by whips. And, considering who and what this current warrior was, he was indecisive on whether he should be extra cautious… or extra bold. It was actually strange, because he was almost never indecisive.

His eyes narrowed just slightly at her coy smile and mumble. Though, the way her hair moved to frame her face, he was very breifly distracted. The many dreams he’d had while bathing in lava came rushing back, and he wondered how far her fire resistance went. Was it just heat and flames? Or could she, perhaps, withstand lava? Oh, the many things he could do if she could… but that was another matter.

“When I am cold, I instinctively panic and go berserk. I also tend to morph into mine full form, which, as you witnessed, can tear apart mountains with ease. I had done such before, and it took great effort from mine siblings, both as powerful as I am, to contain me. They could not calm me though. They had to wait until I fell unconscious to release and help me,”Ghar’Teus explained.

He was tempted of telling her how he was like when he was fresh from a lava bath, like he was now, but he decided against it. If she wanted to know, she could just ask. Otherwise, she’d probably find out in some other way pretty soon, if things went that way, and if she kept speaking in a quiet tone, it probably would.

Rhaenys noticed the way he was looking at her. The way he was watching her. It was almost predatory. Her eyes widened slightly as she realized that, but it didn't deter her in the slightest. Instead, she only took a step back – to find herself backed up against the rock behind her. She straightened and continued to watch Ghar'Teus attentively.

"Well," she murmured, "then I'm glad you found that volcano."

Her grip tightened still on her whip, like she was unsure if she needed to use it or not. Ghar'Teus looked like he was either going to fight her or…

A sly grin spread across his face as her eyes widened. Ghar’Teus then straightened and took a step forward when she stepped back. She ended up against the rock wall behind her, but she didn’t melt down. Good.

“As am I,”he said, his voice lowering into an even deeper rumble.

He took another step forward, but stopped there when he saw her hand tighten on her whip. A hum escaped him, sobering slightly.

“Worry not, Rhaenys. You are safe while I am in this form. We are not physically compatible as we are now. And, you are too interesting to kill, though I have no intention of that anyway,”Ghar’Teus remarked.

He continued to watch her closely, but he otherwise made no more moves toward her.

Rhaenys swallowed heavily, reaching behind her slowly to touch the rock surface with her fingertips. His words put her slightly at ease, but she arched her eyebrows slightly at the end. “I suppose you’re too interesting to kill as well,” she retorted effortlessly, proudly lifting her chin. Her grip on her whip handle relaxed slightly.

But his gaze, the way he’d been looking at her and the way he advanced. It had made her think. Rhaenys knew she might regret this question, but it spilled from her lips anyway. “May I ask… what exactly does the volcano do other than warm your Elemental beast form?”

Ghar’Teus’ gaze watched her every move. He then chuckled in amusement at her retort. She could try to hurt him, but she probably wouldn’t get very far. But, she was relaxing, so he wasn’t concerned.

At her question, Ghar’Teus laughed, swaying and flaring his wings in amusement. His laugh also revealed two new fangs on his bottom jaw.

“You mean me? Lava baths affect all of mine forms. The full effects can vary though, yet I am almost always craving a woman’s affections. Years it has been since I last had a mate. And, I have dreamed of the many things I have craved all this time,”he answered, his voice turning into a purr. He closed his eyes and moaned as he recalled some of those dreams. His hands drifted up to caress his horns, needing something to distract his lively nerves.

A moment later, Ghar’Teus opened his eyes again and lowered his hands, turning back to Rhaenys.

“Yet, I have yet to find another woman bold enough to withstand mine nature,”he mentioned. There was a hidden challenge in his tone, as if he was daring her to try.

Rhaenys knew Ghar’Teus would be an impossible opponent for her to beat. That didn’t mean she’d back down from him.

Her eyes followed his wings out, then noticed his fangs. For some reason, her heart began to pound. Rhaenys’s breath caught as he purred his explanation and moaned while caressing his horns. She subtle shifted her stance so her thighs were closer together, and with his eyes closed, she prayed Ghar’Teus wouldn’t notice.

She caught onto the challenge in his voice,and she was as good as his. “There is no other woman bolder than me,” she answered silkily.

Ghar’Teus heard her heartbeat pounding in her chest when she saw his fangs. He heard the way her breath hitched. She would be so easy to claim.

As he opened his eyes, his gaze traveled up her entire body, boring into her, devouring her where she stood. He did not miss her change in stance, and he quickly tracked down the source of the change as her thighs. He grinned.

A rumbling hum burst from him at her words. He took a step forward, standing just within arm’s reach now.

“Are you certain? I am difficult to match, simply by nature. Do not boast a claim you cannot keep,”he asked, offering her an out if she so chose. Ghar’Teus, even in his current state, was a gentleman.

Rhaenys held her breath and leveled an even gaze on him as he fucked her with his eyes. She noticed his grin and let out a slow exhale. She needed to get a grip on herself. But as he stepped closer, her resolve almost broke. Almost.

She swallowed and forced her breathing to even out. But for the gods' sake, she was the offspring of the Targaryen and Baratheon houses. She had the blood of the dragon and the stag in her coursing through her veins.

Another thought struck her. Corlys. Her husband back in Driftmark who was likely worried about her. Meleys would've returned by now without her rider. The Lady of Driftmark. Vanished into thin air.

Rhaenys didn't flinch as she stared into Ghar'Teus's eyes. "I am certain," she replied quietly.

(I may have forgotten an idea from the list, until now, lol)

Her calm gaze intrigued him. She was of very strong will to keep that up. Adding her earlier behavior, her confidence with weapons, and her nature as a warrior, she was a prime example of what Ghar’Teus cherished most in a woman.

Her continued insistence on remaining calm, despite her clear desire to just melt under his watchful eyes, was utterly fascinating. A thrill went through Ghar’Teus as he contemplated the many ways he could poke and prod at her, testing her will until she finally gave into him, until she finally surrendered to his claim.

But, even as she spoke, Ghar’Teus caught a whiff of someone else on Rhaenys. She had spent much time around another male before appearing in this strange world with Ghar’Teus. Were they close? Mated? Or simply acquaintances? He had to know. He would not cuckold someone’s mate.

Ghar’Teus took another step forward, placing his hands on the rock wall on either side of Rhaenys’ head. He leaned over Rhaenys, inhaling deeply, smelling the other male once again. Then, he moved a little downward so he was eye to eye with her.

“If you truly are, then tell me two things. How much heat can you withstand? And, who is the male I smell on you?”Ghar’Teus asked in a low rumble.

(Ooooh, care to tell??)

Rhaenys was fighting every instinct of her fiery bloodlines to keep from provoking him into action. She forced herself to at least keep her breathing steady, even if her heart raced so terribly she swore it might soon drown out the sounds of her own thoughts.

She and Corlys had, on several occasions, invited another into their bedroom. Infrequency aside, the couple had determined that if they were both in agreement, they would share their bed with someone. But the tricky piece was that neither of them had bedded another person without the other present. Rhaenys had once perched herself in a chair on the balcony, studying the skies with her fingers between her own legs while Corlys pounded into another woman a few feet away from her. And on another occasion, Corlys had pumped himself on that same chair while enjoying the view of Rhaenys seducing and making love to another man.

But watching Ghar'Teus as she was, Rhaenys immediately noticed the change behind his eyes. He knew something. Figured something out. Did he somehow know about Corlys?

Rhaenys' body tensed as he stepped closer yet again. His hands pressed into the rock on either side of her head, framing her with his arms. The power of his heat washed over her, and she almost moaned. Though his deep inhale made her curious. What did he smell on her?

When he shifted down, Rhaenys continued to meet his gaze, still not shying away from him. "I've been around dragons since I was born," she answered. "I'm practically immune."

But she couldn't help the slight tinge that appeared on her face at Ghar'Teus's second question. Still, she answered him honestly. "Corlys Velaryon." She paused a moment before adding, "My husband." If Ghar'Teus prompted her, she would explain her arrangement with Corlys. If not…

(Sexual tension, lol. Ghar’Teus is, quite obviously, hellaciously attracted to Rhaenys, but he hates adultery, and he doesn’t really understand the concept of open marriages or similar situations, like Rhaenys’ arrangement with Corlys)

Ghar’Teus pondered if Rhaenys was even aware of the effect her actions were having. He could hear her heartbeat and smell her attraction as easily as he could see her struggle to breathe calmly. And, even though she seemed to think that acting calm would keep him back, the opposite was the truth. Hiding her feelings only made him even more determined to get her to show them.

His watchful gaze continued to stare her down as he moved closer, observing her every movement and reaction. He loved how she still met his eyes despite his towering, intimidating presence.

“‘Practically immune’, hm? How immune? How far can it go? Flames? Boiling temperatures? Bathing in lava?”he asked with a grin.

However, as she answered his second question, the grin almost instantaneously faded. He huffed, two puffs of smoke bursting from his nostrils. His interest in her also notably lessened.

“He lives?”he asked.

Rhaenys' lips pursed in a thin smirk. "I've been burned countless times before. Flames don't bother me. In small exposures, I can handle boiling temperatures." She arched her eyebrows at his last ask. "Bathing in lava may be a bit much for me. I am only human."

She noticed the change in his reaction when she answered, and she silently swore. The smoke from his nostrils didn't bother her though, it was his loss of interest that did.

"Yes," she answered shortly. "Though we do have an arrangement, of sorts. I swear on the life of my dragon that he will not think twice about our… encounter." For a moment, Rhaenys couldn't believe the words she'd just spoken. Yes, they were true, but swearing on her darling Meleys was as good as a blood oath in Rhaenys' eyes.

Ghar’Teus hummed at her response, chuckling a bit.

“A pity. Yet, unsurprising,”he commented, his mind quickly coming up with alternatives to his usual fantasies. He didn’t want to hurt Rhaenys, after all.

Ghar’Teus listened to her words, huffing again. He then admired her a last time before sighing and straightening. Noticeable handprints were left in the rock wall, and molten rock oozed off his fingers as he walked away. Her explanation didn’t comfort him, it just convinced him that she had a horrible husband.

After a moment, Ghar’Teus flicked his hands, scattering droplets of molten stone across the snow. What was left on his fingers only melted further until it was dripping off his now glowing claws like water.

He lifted a hand to watch the droplets, then waved his hand toward a nearby patch of snow. A white fireball burst to life right in the middle of the patch, clearing all of the snow under it and within a five foot span around it. The rock under it almost instantly turned molten. The glow in his claws didn’t even dim at all.

Rhaenys watched his eyes appraise her once more before he pushed away. She blinked, and her heart dropped slightly. Damn… he didn’t believe her?

She glanced to the side and noticed the molten remains of his handprints on the stone. For some reason, her arousal was sparked again. She’d do anything to have him.

Her breath came out in cold puffs as his heat left her immediate presence. She studied the effects of his fire, the way that he manipulated it and cleared the snow in a heartbeat.

“What must I do to change your mind?” she called out, her words echoing through their tense silence.

She slowly began to remove her armor. Leaving her in a rich red layer of clothing before Ghar’Teus would be met with her bra and then nothing. “Must I remove my armor?”

Her fingers reached up into her hair and began to unpin her elaborate braids. Within a few quick motions, her white hair fell completely to frame her face in a soft, alluring curtain. “Must I fix my hair?” she asked, a few stray tight braids still threaded throughout.

Then, with her legs trembling slightly, Rhaenys sunk down to her knees in the snow. “Must I beg?” she whispered. She wanted him too badly to turn back now.

Ghar’Teus smelled her spiking arousal and secretly wondered what had caused it. But, he fought the temptation to find out. She was mated, married. He would not dishonor that. He wouldn’t.

Her question made him whip around to face her, and he stared at her incredulously. He then watched her take her armor off, intrigued by the colors. He continued to watch her as she undid her hair, then dropped to her knees and begged. His incredulity remained, but his expression became stern at her kneel and he walked over to her, bending down and grabbing her chin with a firm grip.

“If you wish to keep my interest, begging will not help you,”he hissed.

He straightened and started to pace, fighting both arousal and a surge of anger at his predicament. He wanted her, but he couldn’t have her.

Ghar’Teus huffed and threw another fireball, aiming it for a nearby large rock. The fireball was strong enough to turn the rock into a puddle. Unfortunately, his claws glowed brighter afterward, a warning that Ghar’Teus knew well. Shit.

Rhaenys noticed his stare. He couldn’t believe her actions. Good. She had his attention. But as soon as he approached her again and took her chin in his grip, she felt herself ache desperately. If he wouldn’t pleasure her, she’d just pleasure herself.

Though his words caught her attention. “Then what will?” she hissed back.

Rhaenys fluidly rose to her feet now, her hair swaying down her back and her fighting leathers under her armor ruby red and skintight. She noticed the glowing of his claws after her threw his fireball but stalked over to him anyway.

Pure lust in her eyes, Rhaenys rounded on him intently. “We both want this,” she stated bluntly. “Do not hesitate now because of Corlys. As I said, we have an agreement There will be no consequences for this.”

Ghar’Teus smelled her reaction to his chin grab, and the fangs on his bottom jaw ached terribly in reply. Damn it!

At her hiss, Ghar’Teus snorted, a smile pulling at his lips.

“That,”he replied sternly, referring to her tone. He wanted the warrior, the fighter. He wanted resistance and fury, not immediate surrender and cowering.

Ghar’Teus paused at her approach, noting her hair and clothes. It was hard not to drool at the sight. Then, she approached him without fear of his claws, his power. His fangs ached even more at that, his eyes instantly devouring her again.

Ghar’Teus followed her movements as she circled him, always facing her as she moved. The lust in her eyes had his claws glowing even brighter and smoke started to roll off of his body in waves. Her words nearly snapped his composure completely. One thing kept him in place though.

“I will not condone adultery, in any form,”he hissed.

His last words were a bit distorted by the sheer amount of drool in his mouth. He quickly turned and spat out a mouthful of lava mixed with saliva. He immediately turned back to Rhaenys, a rumble echoing deep in his throat as he fought to hold himself back.

Rhaenys’s eyes burned with dark fire at his indication. He wanted her fierceness? He would get her fierceness.

She watched as the signs of his own arousal grew and grew thanks to her actions. Her eyes flickered to his claws, how brilliantly they were glowing. She wondered what it would be like to be at the mercy of this claws.

But his words stilled her. Rhaenys managed to keep from scoffing under her breath, but it was her turn to scrutinize him with an incredulous look. “Would it make you feel better if we made love while my husband watched?” she demanded, taking step after step to get closer to him.

Her eyes studied him spitting on the ground, and she remembered how he’d done the same thing when she’d first met him. When she looked back at him, she could tell he was holding on by a thread. So she reached out and placed her palm against his chest. Immediately, she shivered with delight from the heat.

(I can bump the Character Template thread I made in PMs if you want a slightly different description of Ghar’Teus as a human, and the pic I have for reference)

Ghar’Teus saw the ferocity return to her eyes, and a thrill went through him. He then saw the way she eyed his claws. He wasn’t exactly sure why she was looking at them, but he wasn’t sure if she should dare that part of him. His claws were the mouth of the volcano that was his power, and he could cut throats with them as easily as he could instantaneously burn down an entire forest with just the flick of a finger.

Her retort caught him completely off guard. He had never heard of such a thing. What the fuck was with humans that made them so… he didn’t know. He wasn’t sure he even wanted to know.

He was distracted enough by her words that he didn’t realize she was approaching him until she was in front of her. A bold move. He liked that.

But, she made an even bolder move by placing her hand on his chest. A deep purr immediately burst to life in his throat. Her shiver of delight broke through what remained of his defenses, and he grabbed her hand, kissing the back of it with shocking tenderness.

He knew he was likely going to regret continuing, but Rhaenys was very alluring, and very much his type. Besides, he hadn’t been with a woman since his wife died decades, even centuries, before. He needed this as much as he wanted it. So… fuck it.

“Watch,”he bade her.

Ghar’Teus then let go of Rhaenys and took a couple steps back. He took a deep breath and concentrated on a form he had taken only a few times in his entire life.

His body started to rapidly shed and shrink, shimmering scales turning to flushed skin, long silver hair becoming short and black, his robe changing into a long loincloth. His breastbone, shoulders, and thighs had large, red runic tattoos and the entirety of his right arm was a blue and purple dragon tattoo. A blue gauntlet covered his right hand, but Ghar’Teus quickly tossed it aside. His fingernails were black just like his claws, but they didn’t glow. That didn’t mean the elemental power building within him had gone though.

Ghar’Teus’ eyes quickly returned to Rhaenys as his body settled into its new form, then he took two long strides, grabbed Rhaenys by the hair and waist, pulled her close, and gave her a burning hot kiss.

(I did take a peek at it 😊)

When she placed her hand on his chest, and Ghar’Teus let out a rumbling purr before snatching and delicately pressing his lips to her hand, Rhaenys knew she had won. Her eyes watched him as he kissed her hand with surprising gentleness. It made her shiver again.

At his command, Rhaenys’ curiosity peaked. She watched intently as he shifted from his true form to his human form. And by the gods if it didn’t make her even more attracted to him than she already was…

Her eyes roamed his body, particularly the whorls of tattoos around his body. And Rhaenys couldn’t help but glance down at the only thing he wore with a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.

But Rhaenys wasn’t able to stare for much longer. Ghar’Teus, having been fully settled in his new body, approached her again and took her unabashedly into his arms. His hands settled on her hair and waist while his hot lips pressed against hers.

Finally, Rhaenys could outlet her need. She kissed him back, enjoying his hands in her hair and on her waist. She felt like she’d been lit on fire with the burning passion she felt in her chest. To see what he’d do, she slipped her tongue between his lips and into his mouth to taste him.

Ghar’Teus smelled her increasing arousal, his keen senses remaining despite his human form. Though, unlike his true form, where his reactions were subtle, his human form wasn’t so subtle. The only thing hiding his own immense arousal was the long, flowing loincloth hanging from his hips.

A deep rumbling hum echoed from his throat as she kissed him back, his best imitation of his true form’s purr that he could make.

He then moaned as she slipped her tongue into his mouth. His natural heat was more obvious from his mouth, almost like he was going to breathe fire any minute, even though he was incapable of that in his human form without potentially hurting himself. As a response, he licked her tongue, then moved his into her mouth, exploring. His hands also started to roam across her body, though she was unfortunately still dressed. He’d have to remedy that pretty soon.

Nearby, the still molten rock left by his fireball bubbled and grew red hot, flames spitting upward occasionally. It was an unconscious act by Ghar’Teus, an outlet for his building magic while his attention was on Rhaenys. A wave of fire also passed over the perch the pair were on, melting all of the snow and softening the rock until it was warm and spongy.