Nároméra
Chalelnge: Fire

Sometime in the Third Age...

Shedding her form like a serpent sheds its skin, Nároméra stretched languorously as she felt the flames lick over her body. Skin of ivory darkened to a charcoal black, lit from within by the amber light that shone from the craquelure of her flesh. Demon of fire, fallen servant of Aulë, she cared little for the form which Sauron insisted that she assume at court, beautiful though it was in the eyes of mortal and elf. Ah, but when she was alone, she took sanctuary in the fire-mountains, following steam-filled tunnels deep into the earth until she reached the magma lake which smoldered at the volcano's heart.

There, in the molten sea of undulating fire, Nároméra danced, the viscous lava swirling around her body. Hair the color of scarlet turned to tendrils of flame, whipping around her face like a whirlwind and tangling about the curling horns jutting from her temples. Clawed fingers caressed over smoldering flesh; her body arched in ecstasy as demon's wings sprang from her back. Her emerald eyes, now burning with a white-hot fire, closed in rapture as she reveled in the flames, her furious heart beating in time to the churning torment of the earth.

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NOTES

This is a double drabble, or 200 word story.

Nároméra is the "fire spirit" who serves as one of Sauron's courtesans in The Circles. She usually takes a humanoid form at the Court of Barad-dûr, but at heart she is really a Balrog.