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This story was written for Meister_Li. It contains sexual acts involving a consenting adult female, growth, fun fantasy violence and all sorts of delightful destruction. :3

One Impetuous Act

Dellisan locked the door of his room tightly, the apprentice wizard red in the face beneath his fur as he stumbled towards the bed he rented in this quiet, run down inn and dropped to his knees before it. In one hand he tightly clutched the spell book he had stolen from his master's office, and with the other he pulled from beneath the bed a whole host of objects and reagents that had been snuck out over the past few months. It wasn't that Dellisan was evil or that he didn't like his master, the apprentice was just... well, he acted without thinking. If something seemed like a good idea at the time he went for it, and until now though he had snagged a great many magical items from his boss, he hadn't really had any end-game as to what he was going to do with them.

Today though, while in the library pouring through volumes of text in preparation for yet another test that his master sought to levy against him, the fox had found this book. This wondrous, incredible spell-tome the likes of which he had only heard rumours. Upon the cover in large, ornate scripture five words shone in silver ink, glimmering in the torchlight setting the room aglow.

'Yon Booke of Erotyke Fantasae!'

Dellisan rolled his eyes, why the hell couldn't the wizards of ye olden times simply written in plain, simple Common like they did now?! He pulled the book open, laying it out flat upon the wooden floorboards and shamelessly cracking the spine as he spread it out to read what reagents he needed for the ritual. As soon as he'd read it, he knew he had to do it. Not soon, not when he'd practised and studied and prepared himself, but now. He might not have been naturally gifted like some sorcerers, but this apprentice wizard knew how to summon, even if in the past it had only been minor spirits rather than a bound succubus, subject to obey his every whim for all eternity and provide him with potentially endless pleasure.

Moaning under his breath, reaching through his robe and squeezing his cock as he did so, Dellisan wondered if his master had one of these succubi at home. If every night when he teleported back to his tower the Grand Mage Katoff re-materialised before a demon down on her knees, looking up at him with reverent adoration and already aiding him in getting hard by the mere beauty of her form, ever on display and ever ready, eager for one man and one man alone to satisfy her demonic needs.

Soon, that would be him. Dellisan would quit his apprenticeship and go join some royal court where he could entertain with parlour tricks, he wasn't above that kind of menial work if it meant a private room in a quiet part of the castle where he could return home night after night and spend a good four or five hours of sucking, fucking and any other act that crossed his mind at the time. He could see it now, so clearly in his mind's eye it almost had to be a prophetic vision rather than a mere fantasy. And all he had to do was perform a simple ritual.

The vulpine mage soon had everything arranged. The mystical circle drawn in salt upon the ground. The runes written in pyroclastic ash. Ten drops of pre-cum from a virgin male, easily obtainable much to his chagrin by a brief and inconclusive bout of masturbation to some of the books more graphic imagery, all with a sizeable diamond placed at the ring's centre as an offering, flickering in the fiery light cast from the torches illuminating the room. He stood, trembling, naked now with his robe lying limp and forgotten upon his bed, feeling his cock twitching in the open air as he held the book between his hands and read from its scripture.

"I... I call forth one who will bring with her the greatest of urges. The most unfulfilled desires. I call her forth, and swear that I will grant her all that she has been waiting for. All that she has missed and has been denied, i-if only she will do the same for me."

Of course, the wording in the book was written in the same old dialect of common as its title, but Dellisan could not be concerned with such trivialities. The words were so clearly the same it surely could not matter which dialect they were spoken in. After all, he had cast plenty of spells speaking the modern tongue... though now he thought about it, most of them were in the form of arcane chants which used words far, far older than any in his common tongue. But still, he could see the ring beginning to glow. The diamond beginning to tremble where it lay, and the torches to blaze hotter and brighter as an ethereal wind began to whip around him. He moaned loudly, cock throbbing in anticipation, balls aching with the knowledge that soon they would have a sweet demonic beauty into which to empty themselves not just for the first time, but every time they desired it for the rest of his long life.

"I call forth the one whose longing and lust will dwarf continents with its vastness, and the one whose beauty non shall ever truly comprehend."

He stumbled back, gasping, as a form began to coalesce within the binding circle. The book snapped shut, remaining in one hand as the other began to shamelessly jerk at the fox's swollen cock. He moaned loudly as he saw her form begin to take shape, hunched over, perhaps kneeling, perhaps pulled from whatever demonic realm she had previously inhabited in the midst of resting with her back arched and arms tucked in, furiously masturbating as she dreamed of a man, a mortal saviour just like Dellisan.

But... the more the figure began to form, the more the fox's frenzied masturbation began to trail off, and the more his whimpers of pure lust turned to ones of confusion, worry, and even betrayal. She was too small. Too... too strange looking to be a succubus from anything he had seen in the book's illustrations. Her hair was short and stuck up from her scalp in similar peaks to her large, pointed ears. Her body appeared to be utterly devoid of fur, though there was definitely a tail protruding from her lower back. She was clothed, albeit lightly in an open waistcoat and ragged edged shorts, and below her wide, amber eyes Dellisan could see two rows of sharp teeth twisted up in a grin of absolute glee.

He had summoned a demon for sure, but... not a beautiful, tall and lithe succubus ready to fulfil his every whim. The creature that stood before him now, pulling herself upright and turning towards him with a gleeful, rasping giggle, was an Imp! She stood barely three feet tall, and as a long, rough tongue slipped from her mouth and playfully whipped around her lips, she pulled open her waistcoat to expose her buxom chest to the dismayed looking fox.

"Aww, what's the matter?"

Crackle smirked at the male's misery, seeing the book in his hand, his cock in the other and knowing exactly what he had tried to accomplish. She tweaked her nipples playfully before moving her hands down south, pulling down the front of her shorts to expose her nether regions and snorting with laughter as she humped at the air mockingly for a few moments.

"Not what you hoped? Not what you pictured yourself buried deep inside tonight? That's okay buddy, you're not top of my list either. I prefer men who have some experience. Though to be fair, they don't normally prefer me. Who wants an imp, am I right?"

The waistband of her shorts snapped back into place, Crackle falling silent as the fox simply continued to stare at her. He still had his hand upon his erection, though now it seemed to be flagging somewhat. He looked aghast at first, then embarrassed as his cock continued to become more flaccid. Crackle giggled once again.

"Looks like we're both destined to be unloved and horny, huh? Well, at least right now you don't have the second problem!"

Humiliation flushed the fox's face, and sure enough a few moments later anger followed hot upon its heels. He snarled, and raised the hand that until recently had been grasping his cock, conjuring a fist-sized fireball into existence above it. With a charged word of power he flung the magical fire at the imp, Crackle laughing as she easily leapt up into the air at least six vertical feet, almost reaching the ceiling of the inn while the fireball hit the floor and exploded, the concussive blast barely singing the back of her clothes and the tip of her tail while utterly eradicating the salt ring keeping her bound.

As soon as it was gone she darted free, snatching up a small component bag that lay empty upon the ground and sweeping into it the diamond used to summon her as well as several other gemstones lying in the box under Dellisan's bed. The fox yelped in frustration.

"Hey! Put those back you little beast!"

He lunged at her, but his naked body was far from strong and Crackle sent him tumbling headlong into his bed as she bounded over him and launched herself off higher into the air with a kick to the back of his head. The fox wailed in frustration as he collapsed on his sheets, turning to see the imp dragging open the shutters of the window and preparing to leap out into the city streets.

"I... I curse you in the name of all the Gods who watch over this plane!"

The wizard cried out, flexing his hands in an instinctive, arcane motion to draw forth untethered and formless power from realms beyond. He didn't know what he was going to do to this creature or how, but he had to punish her for not just ruining his plan and his flawless ritual somehow, but humiliating and stealing from him after the fact.

"Y-you say I'm unloved and horny?! You will walk this plane for eternity, n-never growing old. Never dying. A-and... never knowing peace, always seeking more of the pleasures a pathetic little imp like you could never possibly earn!"

He flung another fireball, this one crackling with rich purple streaks and crimson bands of arcane energies other than the simple evocation magic normally required for such a spell. Crackle tried to dodge it, to leap from the window before it could strike her, but it hit the imp square in the back as she flung herself out into the air of the city streets. Rather than vaporising her or reducing her body to burning chunks however, rather than causing the demon to explode into a world of pain, she squealed in a mixture of shock, and of laughter. The burning... the searing heat, it... tickled. It tickled so much that as she fell to the ground she was overwhelmed by fits of helpless mirth, and even as she landed heavily upon the concrete ground of the alleyway into which the wizard's window opened up, she rolled over and began to writhe, kicking out her bare feet and thrashing her tail in spasms of uncontrolled laughter. The fire didn't burn. It didn't hurt at all. Indeed as the heat faded and Crackle reached around behind her back to feel no scarring, no damage to either her or even her ragged waistcoat, she blushed as she pulled herself to her feet once more.

Now that she thought about it, now that she had time to process that shocking sensation. It actually, kinda... felt really good.

*********

For weeks, Crackle enjoyed life upon the prime material plane. She stole bread, fruits and meats from market stalls to feed, relishing the variety of wonderful flavours present in the foods of the surface world. She added to her collection of gemstones with coins of copper, silver and gold. She watched as all the different creatures of this land went about their business, utterly ignoring the little demon in most cases or looking as though they wished they could. She slept wherever there was a derelict or otherwise abandoned house to keep her warm at night, and with each slumber she dreamed of fire. Of magical power being wielded against her. She dreamed of all the things that the apprentice mage had cursed her to be denied, and awoke gasping and whimpering, eager to stuff her hands between her legs and spend the remainder of each and every night driving herself to copious climaxes.

There came one night however, the fourth spent in the same abandoned home, when Crackle's near obsessive nightly masturbation finally led to her being caught out and noticed as more than a momentary inconvenience once again.

"Y-yeah... aaahh yeah..."

She lay before the small stone house's fireplace, a crackling blaze burning within, feet raised up in the air and the soles of their bare flesh almost resting directly above those flickering flames. Her tail drifted back and forth, sweeping through the crackling coals and burning embers at the edge of the fireplace painlessly. Her shorts were tucked in around her knees, and both hands were between her legs, furiously rubbing as she squeezed her eyes tightly shut and tried to recall what it was that had caused her to wake with such a need for satisfaction.

So caught up in her self-pleasure was the imp that Crackle didn't hear the door open or the muttering of voices, low and angry. She didn't see the two figures, one a leopard, the other an elf, staring in shock as they walked into the room and saw her there. She did however hear their voices, crying out in rage and frustration.

"I told you as soon as I saw the smoke. I told you someone was sleeping in here! Stealing from me, sleeping rent free in one of my houses."

"Better look again, friend. They aren't sleeping at all."

"My god. The filthy little monster. I'll show her!"

Crackle shrieked in surprise as before she could do more than lower her feet to the edge of the fireplace and arch her back enough to pull her shorts up again, she felt strong hands grappling at her shoulders. Those same arms lifted her off the ground as she kicked, shrieked and tried to whip her tail out to slice at the face of her attacker with its poker-like, sharpened tip. It was no use though, she was helpless in the way she'd been grabbed, and before Crackle could do anything more to react she felt herself being tossed forward. Through the air as the furred figure present yelled at the elf in dismay.

"W-what are you doing, you can't just throw her into the..."

But he did. He threw Crackle headlong into the burning fireplace, and snorted in triumph as with a cry of surprise the flames rose up around the imp's small figure.

"Why not? I was just defending my property from an intruder. Besides, did you see that thing? It was either a demon or some malformed creature too foul to ever have been meant to walk this earth in the first place. It's better that they're de-..."

The elf never got to finish that sentence though, for a moment later a fireball launched itself from the hearth and flung itself across the room, immolating a dusty, sheet covered chair. Another flew forth moments later, hitting the coffee table and erupting its varnished wood into flame. From within the fire as it raged hotter and larger the roar of heat rang out, and within it, echoing through and between the suddenly and intensely well fuelled fire, there came sounds of cackling laughter.

Within the fire, Crackle writhed in ticklish, helpless bliss. She reached down into her shorts once more, not even bothering to tug them down anew, and shrieked happily as first one, then both her feet protruded from the fire, toes curling as it burned hotter and hotter but utterly painlessly around her. She fondled her pussy feverishly, plunging several fingers into herself and only then removing her other hand from her clitoris, raising it instead to her breasts and darting back and forth urgently between them. She felt her back press up against the hot stone at the rear of the fireplace. She felt her shoulders hunching in against the edges of the flue leading up the chimney's interior. Again she cried out in bliss. Again. Again. And the more she cried out, the louder she cried out as engulfed by fire she felt herself beginning to grow.

It was a sensation almost impossible to describe in its own terms, only vague approximations possible. The tickling had grown more intense now, not merely the sensation of nerves reacting to the fire's heat without pain or harm thanks to the wizard's curse, but the sensation of cells growing. Dividing. Increasing the mass of the imp's formerly small and compact body as she grew, though all proportions of her form remained static and even her clothes seemed able to swell alongside her. Alongside that tickling sensation there was an almost vertigo-like stomach drop, the feeling of butterflies without the associated anxiety, the light-headedness which came from a loss of balance without the actual balance issues at all. And then, accompanying everything else, was the pleasure.

"Ohhhh... oohhh yes..."

As her legs grew, stretching out of the fireplace with toes curling, Crackle spread them apart. Her thighs crashed into and burst through the stone frame of the fireplace like it was made of rotten wood rather than solid stone, and the chimney itself began to collapse around her as she worked her fingers within her pussy, every motion of her shoulder shaking the walls of the small abandoned house as the rest of her body grew larger and larger.

Needless to say, by the time her growing body became so large that her ass stifled and extinguished the fire burning beneath her, the leopard and elf had fled. The imp, now close to nine feet tall, crawled from the fireplace on all fours. She slumped over in the middle of the living room, the whole house now ablaze thanks to the fireballs that had burst forth from her hands as she was first engulfed in flame, and giggled as once again the heat began to build both around and within her. With shorts between her knees and body hunched over to try not to press her back up against the ceiling of the house, she continued to masturbate amongst the blaze, and with every flicker of fire to lap out against the imp she not only shrieked in giddy pleasure, but continued to grow.

*********

So began what would come to be known in the history of that world as the Age of Crackle.

It began that very night in the city, with laughter ringing out through the poorer neighbourhoods as a vast figure burst up through the roof of a small house, giggling and moaning amidst a blazing inferno that poured thick black smoke out into the air. People screamed and fled from the demonic monster's huge presence, her figure rising up to her feet at least fifteen feet in height by that point, and before long adventurers and those versed in arcane skills began to rush towards her. To defend their city, and to valorously earn the praise and rewards of its people.

A salvo of magic missiles hit Crackle unaware from the side as she stood admiring her new vast size, running hands all over her trembling body as it stood protruding from the roof of the ruined, still burning home in which she had only been trying to sleep. They knocked her sideways even as the magical energy was poured not against her, but into her just as the energy from the fire's heat and light had been. She toppled, shrieking not in pain but with fresh pleasure as by the time she crashed through another home and rolled over with force enough to elbow clean through the wall of a third, she was unable to help but press her hands between her legs once more. By the time the magical onslaught had stopped Crackle was well over twenty feet tall, and in her moaning, her thrashing, the kicking of her bare feet and flailing of her tail she not only managed to demolish the best part of a city block of small stone houses but also to send rubble flying at those attacking her with force enough to make them retreat.

The brave warriors of the city attacked Crackle no fewer than three more times as she made her way towards the city's edge, smirking as she diverted to smash her way into the city bank and rip the door off its vault, grabbing a handful of gold and diamonds that would have served thousands a lifetime of wealth and simply tossing them skyward with one powerful hand, giggling as they rained back down not just over her but the entire city, sending those who had been watching her in terror into mindless glee of their own as they caught jewels the size of their fists, transformed from peasants into a new generation of nobles in a split-second.

Each time she was attacked, Crackle grew larger, which in turn alerted more brave and noble adventurers to her presence and led to yet another barrage of missiles hitting her, every drop of their energy stolen away as they failed to harm Crackle, instead aiding her strength and size. Several times Crackle fell to her knees, crushing buildings beneath feet and hands as she sank forward, wailing in pleasure as her pussy spasmed within her shorts and her breasts ached, begging to be touched with every pulsing wave of growth that overcame her.

By the time she reached the city's edge the entire garrison of the city's army had been alerted, and Crackle squealed with glee as she was pelted by dozens upon dozens of catapults from the city walls themselves. Vast projectiles of burning oil filled jars were cast at her, setting her and the city around her violently ablaze once again, bathing her in liquid fire. She straddled the huge city wall, fifty feet tall and still growing, and reduced it to rubble as mindlessly and amidst squeals of laughter and pleasure she humped it to dust. Her feet drummed against the main city gates as she giggled and writhed in the grasslands just beyond it, a blazing colossus lost in helpless ecstasy. The city's greatest champion, a Paladin whose divine powers had saved the world on numerous occasions straddled those gates as they fell, and found himself tumbling unhurt into the rubble, blushing and moaning through the visor of her armour as the last sight she saw was the imp's huge feet rising up into the air, two hands pulling down a vast pair of leathery shorts, and a spray of ejaculate dousing her, the ruined gate and the burning city within, saving the lives of thousands as the fire was extinguished before it could spread further and all thanks to the pure pleasure surging through the shrieking, gasping demon.

Only then did the city's armies stand down. Thousands stood upon what remained of the city's walls and watched as Crackle continued to burn, bathed in the oil of the catapult's ammunition and not stopping her laughter, her pleasure, or her growth until it had burned itself out entirely. They watched as she stopped moaning and wriggling where she lay in the fields beyond the city walls, slowly rose to her feet, towering over all but the tallest spired cathedrals of the city, and turned to face them.

"Y'know guys..."

Her voice rasped with the same tone as when she had been but three feet tall, though booming with the volume that betrayed her now vastly taller hundred feet.

"...if you wanted me to leave town, you could have just asked."

She shrugged, paused just long enough to bend over and moon the city with her tail wiggling playfully back at the assembled masses, and then she was gone, walking off into the slowly approaching dawn with such force behind every footstep that the whole city shook for minutes until she was far enough away.

As she left, Crackle knew that she would probably never return to that city. But that was okay. She had other plans now, other ambitions than just feeding, sleeping, masturbating and enjoying life in the mortal realm in spite of the wizard's curse.

She moaned, reaching between her legs and casually rubbing herself as she strode through fields full of crops and walked clean over countless farmsteads. Even now, having finished growing, her body was still so sensitive. So eager and receptive to even the slightest thought of more of those same feelings fuelling her in the future.

She wanted to feel that again.

To burn.

To grow.

To become more, and more, and so much more, by whatever means were necessary.

*********

The world Capital was doomed, watching as a the Mad King of the Giants approached wielding in one hand the Staff of the Titans, volcanos rising and lava burning with every step his jagged, stoney form took.

Families fled while a small group of brave and powerful adventurers stood upon the ramparts, watching and waiting, knowing they were going to try their best, but certain it would not be enough.

At the last possible moment though, their eyes widened as one. They watched as with a squeal of laughter a huge form tackled the giant from behind, knocking him to the ground and shrieking in glee as he turned the staff upon her, pouring forth molten fury from the very core of the earth below and bathing Crackle's body within it.

The adventurers eyes bulged as Crackle straddled the giant, paying no heed to his fury as she snatched the staff from him, peeled her shorts off and buried the vast rod of ancient, magical stone in herself. She embraced the mad king, squealing, moaning, gasping in pleasure as she humped the rod. She held him tighter and tighter, humped harder and faster at the rod buried inside her pussy, until with an almighty scream she squeezed the mad king so tightly that his rocky form shattered, collapsing into rubble as the lake of volcanic magma in which Crackle was now kneeling bubbled and began to solidify around her orgasmically quaking, growing body.

She loomed over the city, blocking out the sun with her vast body as she pulled the rod from her depths and regarded it, moaning as she stroked it and a gout of hot magma poured out over her breasts.

"I'm keeping this."

It wasn't a question, wasn't a request. She giggled, waved to one particular adventurer who had been blushing and looking on in awe while the rest of her compatriots watched with confusion or horror, and then turned to the ocean's shores nearby. Her vast form waded out into the waters, and her head, shoulders and breasts were still above water by the time she vanished over the horizon, so huge was the mythical giantess Crackle by that point that even the oceans themselves could not stop her.

*********

Half a world away and many years later, a city observed their yearly ritual. They built the biggest fire they could, using magic, using resources saved and scrimped over the whole of the past year, creating the most colossal and white hot bonfire blaze they could. The city danced around it. They cheered. They ate, drank, and made love freely.

And as midnight approached, the stars and moon were blocked out by a colossal figure.

People cheered. Moaned. Bowed down in reverent worship. They did everything but running as the vast figure of Crackle loomed over their fire, dropping carefully to her knees alongside the slightly smaller trench-marks of where she had visited and knelt down the year before.

"Aww, you guys... you shouldn't have..."

She giggled as she scooted forward, wiggling her ass and manoeuvring her legs to get herself into the most comfortable position possible, grinning and already feeling her nether regions ache as she lowered her crotch towards the huge, blazing pyre.

"Oohh... ohhh, t-that's nice... s-so hot... so... ahhh..."

The imp moaned as she knelt over the fire and let it begin burning at her crotch. She would not rise from that spot until her juices had quelled the flames just as they had saved the city from an encroaching forest fire almost a hundred years before, washing out over the woodland as it blazed like a tidal wave as the city's mages guild poured every last drop of magical power they had into her body to grant her such an ability. She had been a mere hundred and fifty feet tall then, now she was four times that. The size of a mountain, bringing destruction to the land wherever she walked, and yet meaning no harm. Saving lives wherever she could, so long as the nearby people didn't mind offering up some magic, some fire, something to make her both grow, and scream in ecstasy.

*********

"You know what I want."

Crackle murmured playfully to the dragon she held in her fist, the dragon whose wingspan had darkened the breadth of entire cities, whose breath had laid waste to vast plains of grassland and crops in a single plume of fire. The dragon who was now nothing more than a plaything, its ancient eyes wide, its scales flushed as it found itself face to face with the only creature it had ever feared.

The imp straddled a vast island, her feet paddling in the ocean nearby as she spread her legs wider and wider apart. Her shorts were resting upon a mountain peak on the main continent, drying in the cool air of the morning sun, just about visible in the distance of the world's curvature if she peeked above the clouds. Thus, there was no doubting what she wanted when she pressed the dragon between her legs and it found them bare, her nether regions exposed and glistening.

Crackle squeezed at the ancient evil dragon, giggling as it roared in anguish, in humiliation just like that apprentice mage had so long ago. Unlike the mage though, the dragon knew that it had no choice but to aid Crackle. After all, if he didn't help her now she would just leave him, then return in a day, a week, a year, a millennia's time, bigger, stronger, and with a libido a hundred times more potent.

"Ahhhhhhyes! Yes!"

There was nothing on this earth hotter than dragon's fire, and it was that scorching heat that bathed Crackle's clitoris now as she held the dragon in place before it. The perfect living toy, now the only one of its kind big enough to satisfy her with the heat it could produce.

"More. Oh... ohhhh yes, I... c-cumming! I'm cumming!"

Crackle's feet splashed wildly in the ocean and her tail swept from side to side beneath its depths, provoking tsunamis that would flatten the eastern coast and probably even reach the mountains upon which her shorts were trying to dry out. Her ass jiggled as she bucked up off the island then crashed down upon it once more, the ensuing earthquake toppling the ruins of several ancient civilisations and burying priceless artifacts deep beneath the earth for adventurers to discover in thousands of years time. On and on the dragon's fire burned at Crackle, and for the first time in a long time indeed, the imp giggled as a strange tickling sensation swept through her and she felt her body beginning to grow.

As the fire burned at her body and she was overwhelmed by pleasure yet again, Crackle closed her eyes and imagined what might come next. What heat, what pleasure could possibly be greater than this in her never-ending search for fulfilment. She knew of course that she would never be able to stop, never be satisfied, such was the nature of her curse. But she embraced that knowledge freely, giddily, knowing that her lack of satisfaction meant there was always something more out there.

Arching her back, shrieking as she added to the ocean's frothing and vastly tumultuous tides with several violent streaks of ejaculate, the imp's head and shoulders rose above the highest clouds once more and found themselves in the darker, less bird and cloud-crowded space of the upper atmosphere. She peered through the cool air and out into the darkness of the universe beyond. To the moon. The glimmering stars. And of course to the blazing beacon of the sun.

For a moment, just a split-second, Crackle pictured herself wrapping around one of those vast burning stars. Grinding at it. Humping, and screaming as she grew, and grew, until the star was barely big enough to clasp between two fingers and rub at her swollen, throbbing clit.

She returned to reality with a scream, and squeezed the dragon in her hand a little harder.

" More!"

She begged the vast monster, eyes wide, whimpering desperately as she suddenly realised her new goal in life. This dragon's fire was the hottest on earth, there was no denying or escaping that fundamental truth.

But... beyond earth, beyond this world, there was a whole universe of fire and energy against which to press herself. And all she had to do was grow enough, and feel enough, to reach out and claim it.

"Don't stop!"

Crackle rasped gleefully, laughing as she stretched her legs out and curled her toes through the beaches of the continental mass nearest her island, now close enough for her once more growing body to reach without even a single intermediate step through the oceans itself. She pressed the dragon closer to herself. Closer. Closer. She squealed with delight as she pressed its vast but comparably tiny form between her legs, its fire still bursting forth from its maw in rage and obedience all at once even as it was swallowed up by her gaping, waiting pussy.

She lay back, lazily rubbing at her clit with one hand as the other used its fingers to push the dragon in deeper, towards her g-spot with its burning fury.

"D-don't ever... ever stop!"

By Jeeves

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