You are ice, frozen in crystalline diamond, cold and unforgiving; heart encased in hate, deceit in your feline smile, your body exultant in worldly pleasures of razor-sharp lust. A dark goddess dressed in pure white, the irony of ironies, for you are godless as the atheists in ethic, savage as the pagans in beauty. You are worshiped; you worship none.
There is no pity in your unyielding stare, no fear in the graceful curve of your body. You have nothing to do with petty feelings and false sentimentality. Perhaps you felt those once, long ago, before Hellfire reached through your soul and stole the childlike innocence you never knew you had.
And you offered yourself willingly, the mastery of corruption a temptation you could not resist.
Then she comes to you, smelling of ash and scorched earth, promising life and death and sweet retribution. She comes with green eyes burning fever-bright, piercing your diamond armor, her molten touch scorching against your icy skin. She takes what you have never given any other, strips you of lies and pretense, leaving you bared before her.
You stand, steel in your spine, a challenge in your flinty blue eyes. She seems to laugh, her lips unmoving, her thoughts ghosting against your mind, teasing your control. You will surrender, she whispers, amusement in her sultry purr. You will tremble. You will fear.
She is much too quick, her wildfire enveloping you in a surge. She tastes like brimstone, heat roaring through your senses, her tongue plundering, possessing you, your breath a fierce thing in your throat. Her fingers imprison, holding you as you struggle needlessly, teasing wanton moans from your lips. You melt in her arms, suddenly pliable, openly vulnerable under the raw power of her gaze. She takes you, pushes you to the edge, holds you there until you are begging, crying out, writhing and gasping and oh, gods, please.
"Mine," she murmurs, stroking hard and fast and relentless. And you surrender to her, your release ripping through you in exquisite waves of pleasure/pain.
Her fire consumes, wild and reckless, and you can only shudder, spent, in the warmth of her embrace.
"Yes."