Title: Fire
Author: Dark Hooded Eriol the Magician
Series: Mahou Sensei Negima!
Rating: T
Genre: Romance/Smut(?)
Status: Complete
Notes: AsunaxNegi as usual I wrote this a month ago. I think the fandom has a lot of pron potential. >:)
ASUNA
He was drowning in fire.
The brilliant red hair became liquid flame that threatened to consume him as it wrapped around their bodies. It was freed from its red ribbons and tinkling bells. The long red hair that he liked so much lay beneath them like a silk, a burning river.
As their bodies melted together, he wondered if they were going to burn together. She was giving off so much heat he was suddenly afraid but she pulled him downwards into her embrace. Then he forgot and felt.
A warm sheen of sweat covered them. He marveled at the creamy smoothness of her skin that contrasted with his tanned complexion. It made her seem so fragile and innocent. He could see and feel fine droplets dropping down from his brow and into the valley between her perfect breasts below. She gasped and writhed when he started to lick them away with delicate swipes of his tongue...
She ran her hands down his strong back before holding him firmly in place. He looked up to meet her green and blue eyes- she was beseeching and commanding him. Before he knew it, they were rolling sidewards until he lay beneath her. Her smile was triumphant as she straddled him.
He closed his eyes tightly when she started to move. It was hot. It's too deliciously for him to bear without crying out. She moved gracefully that he was convinced that she was not just a woman but an unnatural being who blessed him with her ministrations. Opening his eyes took an enormous amount of effort.
She lost all inhibitions by then. It was amazing as she pleased herself without any thought for him. Soon enough, he felt her clenching around him as she reached the peak of her ecstasy. A smile spread across his lips as he felt her tremble above him. Her cries and moans made him harden even more.
Now she was a phoenix as she started to ride him again. She'd died in his arms and was reborn again. Her flame-red hair and flashing eyes literally took his breath away.
As he released deep within her, he knew that he would willingly walk into the fire with her again. She was worth it.
She fell forward and enclosed him into her embrace. Her hair- that beautiful silken hair- fell forward like a curtain. He held her close and breathed in their mingled scent of sweat and perfume.
A moth never wandered far from the flame. He didn't mind getting hurt because he loved it.