Elementals: Chapter One

“Ooooh,” Pyra hissed, leaning against the counter top. George pressed his still clothed hips against hers, the mound his cock made pressing into the wetness of her slit, feeling her through two layers of cloth. George moved his lips back to Pyra's mouth, kissing her passionately, his tongue pushing into her mouth. George's hands slipped downwards, pushing through the waistband and into the dark warmth between leg and pants. Pyra giggled, shivering. 

“Your hands are cold,” She hissed. 

If anything, George thought, Pyra's legs were hot. Almost...too hot. He was distracted by Pyra nipping at his nose, an animalistic growl rising at the back of her throat. George grinned, slipping his hands out of her jeans and placing them on her knees. He knelt, spreading her as Pyra slid her buttocks onto the counter top. George nuzzled her crotch, taking in her scent. She had soaked the jeans through and through, creating a heavenly wet patch that George kissed. 

Pyra groaned, leaning back against the wall, shivering as her burning skin touched the cool wall paper. She jerked the zipper down and George tore her jeans off, growling as he did so. The jeans plopped onto the ground and George took a moment to admire her. 

Pyra's pubic hair was only lightly trimmed, a tuft of red hair nestled above her slit. George took some of the hair between his lips, teasing it slightly. He placed his hands on Pyra's thighs, spreading her even wider. George moved his head to the side, nibbling the inside of her thigh, then moving to her other side, nibbling there. Pyra shifted, her breath coming in short gasps. 

George spread her with his fingers, then stuck his tongue inside her. Pyra's back arched and she yelped. 

“Damn it, George,” She snapped, grinning weakly, “Your hands are freezing!” 

George slid his fingers out, looking at them. Pyra's juices clung to them, making them slick and shiny. George looked up at her when he noticed his fingers were steaming slightly. 

“Uh...Pyra?” 

“Jesus, George,” Pyra said, getting off the counter, her face concerned. “Are you okay?” 

She took his hand in hers. The sight of her juices on his fingers seemed to entrance her and she brought the fingers to her mouth. George shuddered as she sucked her juices off him, his fingers slipping out of her mouth with a slurp. 

“Warmer now?” Pyra asked. George breathed in, then sighed. He felt like he was on fire. His cock felt like it was made of steel, straining against his pants. George looked at Pyra, who was grinning like a lioness examining her latest kill. George dropped his pants and underwear in one motion. Before he could do anything, Pyra got to her knees, grabbing him. George hissed. Her hands were so hot, her mouth so warm and wet as she took him whole. 

George screwed up his face, his mouth dropping open as Pyra's lips touched his pubic hair. 

“Shit...shit!” He said, pulling back. Her teeth bumped into his cock, Pyra not ready for his sudden jerking out of her. She stood, helped by his arms and George kissed her. Pyra groaned, deep in her throat, as the two of them stepped into the shower. Pyra kicked the on button and cold water splashed down on them. George yelped, pulling away. Pyra stepped forward, following him and kissing him again. The water soon warmed and George shoved back, pressing Pyra against the wall. 

“You gonna fuck me?” Pyra asked, her voice low, lustfull. 

“Oh yes,” George groaned, running his hands along her back. He reached her ass, squeezed. Pyra spread her legs, hiking them on his hands as he pressed her against the wall. She was open, very slick, very hot. Steam filled the bathroom, water splashing out of the shower and onto their clothes. 

“Ready?” George asked, sliding the head of his cock over her slit. 

“Fuck yes,” Pyra hissed. Something else hissed, at the bottom of the tub. The water that was pooling there was hissing around Pyra's feet. George thrust into her and Pyra hissed like a startled cat. George started to pound into her, grunting with each thrust. He was so aroused, so hot, and it felt so good. Pyra slid herself up and down his shaft, moving her self with his thrusts. She was so tight, even tighter than before if that was possible. Her pussy squeezed on George's cock, making him feel like he was about to explode. 

The water from the shower was pooling at the bottom of the shower, which doubled as a bath, and splashed as Pyra and George slid down the wall. George slid out of Pyra, slurping as he did so. Pyra slid under him, sighing as the water steamed around her. Now George had to take notice. The water around Pyra was turning to steam, getting very hot. Pyra squirmed slightly, spreading herself and bringing her knees up.

“What?” She asked at George's look. George yelped as the water around his legs got too hot. He got out of the bath. 

“What!” Pyra asked, then she noticed the water as well. “Whoa.” 

“What the hell is-” George was cut off when Pyra took her hands out of the water. Flames started to lick up her finger tips. Pyra screamed, standing up. Boiling hot water splashed everywhere, some droplets landing painfully on George. 

The flames stopped at Pyra's wrists, encircling her hands. But her skin didn't peel back, her flesh didn't cook. No stench of burnt meat filled the room. Instead she simply stood there, surrounded by steam, her hands burning brightly. 

They were both silent, staring at Pyra's hands. 

“O...Okay,” Pyra stammered, closing her eyes, “Any second now, this is going to be a dream, right?” 

“I don't know,” George said, gulping, “I have no idea what just happened.” 

“Ni...Nither-” Pyra slumped forward. George caught her before she hit the ground and looked around frantically. Pyra's skin was chilled, slick with sweat, goosebumps rapidly spreading over her. 

“Fuck,” George said, grabbing Pyra around the shoulders and dragging her out of the bathroom, painfully aware of how soft her skin felt, her back rubbing into his crotch. They were both still naked...and George was starting to get hard again. 

George maneuvered Pyra to the bed and laid her in it, carefully avoiding her breasts, ass and crotch with his hands. By the time he had gotten her there, his cock was rock hard and long. Pyra looked so beautifully in the bed, her hair spread in a red halo around her ears. Even the flames, which were much smaller and dimmer now, only added to her strange allure. The smell of smoke and fire, pleasant and slightly enticing, surrounded her. 

George felt his hand wrap around his shaft and he started to move up and down the bed, trying to decide what to do. He should get dressed, but his cock was throbbing in contact with his own hand. He wanted to fuck Pyra...he had already fucked Pyra. That sunk into his mind and George started to grin, a bit dazedly. 

Pyra moaned in her sleep, her nipples hard in the open air. One of her hands jerked down to her crotch, her teeth pulling in her lower lip. She shifted in the bed still asleep. George gaped as her fingers spread her slit, which was glistening, wet...inviting. 

George realized he was jerking off, slowly, pumping his shaft up and down. He stopped, shaking his head. Pyra moaned, slipping her own fingers into her pussy. She began to rub herself, still asleep. Her flaming fingers didn't seem to cause her any pain, not from the way she shifted in her sleep, her breasts giggling so invitingly. 

George took hold of his cock, gritting his teeth. His eyes moved up and down Pyra's body as she slept, taking in the minute details. The shadows under her breasts. The way her face contorted as she jerked herself off, the flicking flames that were enmeshed in her pussy. George's face turned red and he gasped, closing his eyes. Streams of cum shot out and George sighed, slowly, enjoying the sensation. 

He opened his eyes and blanched. Streamers of whiteness were draped over Pyra's breasts and stomach, glistening trails that made her even more hot. George groaned, running his hands through his hair. Stupid...

George walked into the bathroom, grabbing a towel. He whetted it with warm water. The cat meowed. George looked up and saw that it was in the shower, sitting on a small bench, it's tail lashing. 

George turned back to his towel and poured some more warm water on it. 

“Ah wouldn't If ah was yeh,” A warm, sensuous voice murmured. George spun and saw that, where the cat had sat, a woman was now sitting. George dropped the towel, eyes wide. The woman was large bosomed...no, that was an understatement. Her breasts were huge, hanging in the air in this gravity defying way. Her skin was slightly tanned, making her appear golden. But the two strangest things were the two cat ears that stuck out of her head and the tail that lashed above her ass. 

The ears, unlike a werewolf's, were rounded and stuck out flat, not sharp and laid back against the head. The tail was long, bushy and had the same coloring as the...the cat that had been sitting there.

“You're my cat, aren't you?” George stammered. 

“Yea,” The cat-girl said, standing and walking to him. Closer, he could see that she had slitted green eyes, like a cats, and her canines were almost fangs, long and sharp. She licked her lips, grinning at him. She stuck out her hand and George, somewhat distractedly, took it. 

“Meh name is Teesh,” Her face became serious, “But before we do anything, Pyra is in deadly deadly danger.”

“I know, her hands are on fire-”

“No,” Teesh said, “If those fires were to go out, Pyra would be deader than a doornail. But explanation's come later. We need to make Pyra squirt, then fill her with human cum.” 

“What?” George was completely blindsided. This was all too much, too fast. What the hell was going on!

“Long story short...my grandmother was a witch who trapped the four elements of this little town into human form for a sick joke. I've been working my entire life to get them back into where they belong.” 

George stared at Teesh, jaw hanging open. 

“What?” 

Teesh pushed him out of the way, grumbling to herself. “Get yourself hard,” She said, “hard and ready to cum.” 

Teesh walked into the bed room and looked Pyra over. The splattered cum glistened in the muted sunlight that was filtering through the window. Pyra was already wet, her nipples hard. Teesh grinned, looking at George. 

“Watch a master at work,” She said, kneeling. She spread Pyra's legs and placed her mouth over the woman's pussy. Pyra sat up, instantly awake. Her hands burst into bright flames and she grabbed onto the blankets, which began to smoke. George jabbered, grabbing his own hair. Pyra's hands moved away from the bed and she lay back down, cupping her own tits. Teesh moved her head away from Pyra's crotch, her tongue leaving behind a streamer of spit and cum. 

George realized how hot this was a moment later. Pyra's face was twisted with pleasure, her mouth hanging open as Teesh ate her out furiously. George looked at Teesh, still not sure what to think about her. But he did know one thing. Shapely ass, massive breasts and an adorable tail...George grabbed his cock as a loud moan escaped from Pyra's lips. He started to massage himself as Teesh's fingers and tongue played inside Pyra. Pyra's back arched and Teesh pulled away at the right moment. 

Pyra thrust her pelvis in the air and clear liquid shot from her pussy, a sound less scream tearing itself from her. Teesh looked at George, trails of girl-cum splashed over her face and hair. “Come on!” 

George moved to Pyra and, without preamble, thrust into her sloppy wet pussy. It felt so good, a squishy tight hole that seemed to devour George. Pyra moaned softly, the flames on her hands moving up to her elbows. George had already massaged himself and came after a few thrusts. 

Light blasted him and George fell onto his back, the wind rushing out of him. Heat buffeted on him and George shouted, covering his face with his hands. 

The heat subsided and George slowly moved his hands away, eyes wide. A flaming figure sat on their knees, two flaming wings spreading from their shoulders. A female head and a female body, formed from nothing but fire. The two wings were long, almost brushing the walls. No...that was the wrong impression. Now that George took a second look at them, they were more like the upper parts of a wing, the three jointed bone...but instead of a membrane stretched between them, more tendrils of flame dangled from the upper wings. 

“I UNDERSTAND NOW,” A voice, crackling like a wildfire, sounds. “CAT-THING YOU HAVE DONE WELL TO FIND ME. AND STORYTELLER...STEP FORWARD.” 

George stood, his knee's weak. Where was Pyra? She was...

“I WAS SHE,” The same voice crackled again. “AND I THANK YOU FOR FREEING ME. STEP FORWARD.” 

George took a tentative step forward, his heart pounding. The flaming thing that sat on his bed reached forward with it's hand. The hand touched George's chest, right where his heart was. Heat spread through George and the hand was removed. The flame thing...Pyra, bowed her head, closing her wings with a snap behind her. 

“ENJOY THE GIFT...THE ONLY GIFT I CAN GIVE.” The being vanished with a snap. The bed was in shambles, the center of it burned into ash. George stood, staring at where Pyra had been. He looked back at his cat...Teesh, who was sitting down, her tail swishing. She beamed at him.

“What...the...fuck...is...going...on?” 

*** To Be Continued...