Category: Non-Series

Flash Fiction: Fire

Dean Chills Flash Fiction Free Fiction Non-Series

Here’s the third entry in the “Earth, Air, Fire & Water” series. This one is, appropriately enough, called “Fire. This one’s by me, Dean Chills @DeanChills

Fire

by Dean Chills

 

Juan woke up and looked around. It was pitch dark, and he couldn’t move. His arms were bound behind him. He felt that he was naked as well. He twisted, trying to free himself, only to learn that his ankles were also bound. He was tied to a thick tree trunk. Who would do this to him?

Suddenly, there was a fire before him; he wasn’t alone. A figure in a robe was holding a torch. That torch lit other torches, and before long there were twelve hooded figures, all holding torches, circling around him.

“What are you doing? Let me go!” He demanded. He didn’t know what they were planning, and he didn’t want to find out.

All twelve of the figures came together around a thirteenth figure that was holding a large bowl. There was something dark in the bottom, but he couldn’t see it. They each, in turn, dipped their torches into the bowl, and whatever it was in there started burning.

In the light from the flaming bowl, he could see a beautiful, feminine face. The woman carried the fiery vessel over to him and set it down between his legs. The flame wasn’t high enough to set him on fire, but the heat was incredibly painful. Juan cried out in pain and fury, as the woman got down on her knees and touched his cock.

Her hands partially shielded him from the heat of the flames down below; it was a needed relief. His cock grew large under her protection, and her hands deftly massaged him to full erection.

The others stood in a half-circle around him, watching and waiting. The woman before him stood up, holding a knife in front of his eyes. “No!” he cried, knowing he couldn’t defend himself.

Surprising him, she pulled up the sleeve of her robe and cut herself. Not deeply, but enough to draw blood. She then held her bloody wrist up to Juan, forcing some of the blood into his mouth. As soon as she was sure he’d swallowed some, she got back down on her knees and resumed pumping away.

He spit out the remaining blood, and felt the surge below. He was going to come. He didn’t know the point or purpose to all this, but out of spite, he chose to hold it back. It hurt, even more so with the burning smoke, but he held it in.

She stroked harder, and faster, almost putting out the fire in the bowl with her robe sleeve. The fire was burning lower now, but it was still burning. Juan couldn’t hold it anymore. He cried out as he tensed, shooting his seed on the girl, her robe, but mostly into the burning bowl.

The girl stepped back and lifted the receptacle above her head. She covered the bowl with her robe, said words that Juan couldn’t make out, and stepped back. Where the fire had been, there was a newborn baby.

Juan screamed again.

Flash Fiction: Air

Dean Chills Flash Fiction Free Fiction Non-Series

Part 2 of the Earth, Air, Fire, Water challenge. This one is by yours truly:

Air

by Dean Chills

 

Marcie looked nervous. “I don’t know about this. I told you I’m afraid to fly, right?”

“It’s nothing like an airplane. It’s very slow and smooth. You’ll love it. I promise,” Dave said, looking so eager, and sincere that she couldn’t say no.

He helped her step up into the large basket. It was mostly plastic, but had enough wicker built in that it looked like an old-style antique. Dave climbed in after her, turned up the burners, and watched the flames rise up almost into the huge balloon itself. He’d done this many times, or so he’d told Marcie. This would be her first balloon ride.

The basket lifted slightly off the ground, swaying a bit under the warming balloon. Then it lifted off entirely. It was still tied down, so it wasn’t too high. Marcie thought now was her last chance to jump for it, but she decided that Dave was nice enough, and good-looking enough, that she would be brave for him. Besides, Bob and Joanne demanded it.

Dave called out to his friend on the ground, who unhitched the tether ropes. Within seconds, they were rising fast. Marci looked at Dave’s face, trying hard not to look down at the shrinking landscape. She put her hand just above her belly, “It feels like going up in an elevator.”

Dave nodded and smiled. Then he dropped his shorts.

Marcie looked down and dropped hers as well.

This was the point of the whole thing. Bob and Joanne had dared them to have sex in a hot-air balloon, and they were going to do it.

Dave pulled her in close. He reached down and inserted himself into her. He noticed that she was already wet down there. Whether that was due to fear of heights, or anticipation of him, he didn’t know or care. He thrust a few times inside her, and she moaned. She clutched him tightly, her back to the corner of the basket. They both kept their shirts on, just in case spectators were watching; no one would know.

He put his hand behind her neck and pulled her in for a close kiss. Their lips met gently at first, then pressed together more and more tightly. Their tongues met halfway. Marcie began to forget her fear and just concentrated on Dave. They kissed harder, and Dave adjusted his angle of penetration until he was working her clitoris with every surge; he kept thrusting into her.

Marcie clawed at Dave’s shoulders, until moans of pleasure twisted into screams of ecstatic joy. Finally, she came; her juices flowed out, running down her leg. Dave shouted as he ejaculated all over Marcie as well. They held each other close and simply hugged for a long while. Finally, Dave handed Marcie a towel to clean herself up.

After cleaning and dressing herself, Marcie looked out over the panoramic view from thousands of feet in the air. She’d done it: A new member of the mile-high club!