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As he looked to her he could see her state. She was acting like a school girl, what the hell was going on with both of them? He himself was being idiotic too, these weren't his moves. This wasn't how he should be acting, so what the hell was it? As she got up only to fall back down his mind seemed to suddenly focus. She then began to rub one of her eyes and again his mind seemed to become sharper.

As she lay next to him and flush began to coat her skin her mouth now open slightly as she breathed. "What the s**t..." He mused looking at her, his mind was growing hazy but his concern for her was keeping it at bay. What the hell was going on? He then looked to her studying her, as she lay there he climbed over straddling her and moving in as he looked her straight in the eyes. He was only a few inches from her now he could feel her panting and it only beckoned him to move in. He could see passion burning within her, but something wasn't right. His mind was starting to go numb as her smell and warmth was beginning to engulf him. He had to do something and fast. It was racing searching over every detail of this room looking for what was off. Something had to be making her like this. She would never do this. She would never act this way. He had run through in his mind what their first romantic encounter would be like, and this was not it. Something was wrong. His eyes would suddenly widen as an image of the crystal shot into his mind.

Without breaking eye contact his left hand raised and a ball of fire shot out cracking and destroying the crystal. A deep sigh escaped Surtrs lips as he rolled over now next to her his eyes staring up blankly at the ceiling. He may have just thwarted his best chance of bedding Androk. He wasn't a saint, he didn't do those types of things, did he? His mind was kicking himself frustrated both emotional and sexually. He had been on the cusp of greatness and couldn't walk the final steps. Another deep sigh left him as the room would begin to cool and the haze on Surtrs mind slowly beginning to recede.

He lay there his mind still reeling from the events as he heard her speak. His eyes widened the fire that was dying down now raged brighter than it ever had. As she serious? He had every opportunity to take her, the crystal had weakened her to the point that Androks gruff exterior had been shed and all that remained was a panting damsel. Yet Surtr resisted and this was the thanks he got? He went to speak as suddenly what was next to him was now atop him. As she would slam her fists down it only served to toss kindling on the raging fire within Surtr he was angry now. She leaned in and as he was about to berate her she suddenly felt him press her lips to his.

It was rough and primal just as he'd always expected it to be but what normally would have calmed the man only stirred him more. She was unbelievable!!! She rose he could see the red on her face, anger of passion Surtr didn't care as wisps of fire began appear around his person. His heat was flaring it being stronger than whatever that crystal was able to produce. As she scooped up the pieces and left Surtr rose putting his trousers on so he could let Androk know what was on his mind.

He stepped outside to see her rampaging about like a little child. Fire was now on him the wisps had latched to his shoulders and it no w burned brightly a cloak of fire about him. "You blame me for this?!??" He exclaimed frustration and sexual tension pouring from his words. "You were swooning like a maiden in there and you blame me for this?!?!!!" He said fire now seeming to come from his breath as he spoke. His heat would be surging likely enveloping the entire cave now. "I could have taken you right then and you would have loved it!" He yelled his mind no longer in control as his words seemed to be falling out on there own.

His jaw was clenched his breath heavy as he looked to her waiting. He would not let the blame fall to him. It was her fault they got into that mess and now all she had done was get the man going. He wouldn't let this day be pinned in him, oh hell no. For once in Surtrs life it was someone else who hadn't the self control and he would make sure she was held responsible.

She spat the words out and it only caused him more ire He was now fuming. He hadn't been so enraged in a long time. As she spat the first of her retort he laughed intentionally louder so that his cackle echoed through the walls of the cave. "What the ******** is that supposed to mean?" He boomed fire now raging its color shifting from red to blue an indication that he was only hotter than before. Man she knew just how to piss him off something he would not likely forget. "I have never used such a wretched thing and you know that." He said the blue fire now seeming to melt the ground he stood on. The earth began to hiss and turn a bright orange as she seemed to shatter it with her own steps.

"You think I don't know you?" He said now taking steps towards her. "I only stopped because I knew it wasn't you" Surtr yelled his voice surprisingly masculine. The heat in this cave was immense like a sauna on full blast it would begin to thicken the air. "I have never really tried to chase you and you know that." He said as she grabbed him and lifted him up. He would not resist the pain of her grasp burning his skin but in no way would back down now. The moment she grabbed him his hand went around her throat his grasp tight and hard as his eyes burned brightly looking into her his anger and passion at the tipping point.

She asked if he thought he could handle men and then she told him to man up. Two words slipped from his lips as he looked to her unflinching in his words. "Bring it." Was all he said his resolve never being higher. He was so ready, never before in his life had he been more ready for a moment like this. His life magic was ready, and his anger had never been higher. He was suddenly thrown backwards into the room and crashed into the back wall. He hit and immediately rose the bones in his shoulders and spine cracking as they went back into place before healing.

As she looked upon him he cast the same unflinching gaze back to her his trousers incinerating into nothing as the heat around him caused them to be destroyed. As she lifted herself up onto the bed standing over him now casting that look. He couldn't stand it, she drove him crazy and now the way she eyed him it just sickened him making him feel like she considered herself so superior. He couldn't stand it anymore, he couldn't take another second of that god damn look. Blue fire surges from behind him launching him up at impressive speed and force. He in a smooth motion would scoop her up and slam onto the ground now on top her. His left hand was around her neck and his right was on her left thigh tightly gripping it as his lips pressed against hers. It was rough and coarse Surtr knew this moment of control would likely be fleeting but he didn't care. He would get these moments and continuously challenge her to show this woman just who she was.

This moment of lust was filled with rage and anger, it was primal and animalisitic in nature. Surtr's healing powers would allow him to roll with her punches most likely which was good because she would likely break many of his bones through this encounter. Though he would fight through this pain, this wasn't about bedding her anymore this was about pride. She had laid down the gauntlet and Surtr would die before allowing the challenge to go unanswered.

As she moved to his hair pulling it back and opening up his neck for her attack he seemed to hiss the line between pain and pleasure being blurred in this primitive moment of passion and anger. He couldn't lose to her, he wouldn't lose to her. For centuries no for millennia she had kept him at bay she had pushed him away and now that she was he would rise to the occasion. He would this battle would be his Great Redeemer. She would be the fiery crucible in which true heroes are forged. He would emerge from this trial and he would not be the loser that's for damn sure.

She rolled and wrapped herself around him his right hand would come up grabbing her left cheek and thrusting her down onto him before his left would get a handful of her hair and pull her back for a moment before looking deeply into her eyes. He got a glimpse of that rage and it only served to fuel his own. All he needed was that glimpse it tossed kerosene on the fire that was already raging. His lips would press to hers roughly as the two would become engulfed in fire and blood. The passion and rage consuming them and the entire room along with it.

If one would see Surtrs body they'd think he'd just survived a bear attack. Though something much better had occurred. As she lay atop him Surtrs hands had gone limp and lay outstretched against the cave floor. Destruction was everywhere including over him. Everything hurt and yet Surtr didn't mind. His heart had been pounding throughout the entire exchange adrenaline coursing through his veins his body having been in survival mode for quite some time. A battle for the ages Surtr wagered. It was funny that this fight had been more exhausting and life threatening than his bout with Morgana. If it weren't for his healing capabilities he would have likely died on this cave floor enveloped in a shroud of pain and passion as his fire was snuffed out.

Fortunately for Surtr that wasn't the case. Their fight had ended in a draw, he would have expected nothing less from her. Normally he would be distraught with such a result but he had known for a long time this wasn't going to be a normal encounter. He knew it was going to be ...... unique. A such he was satisfied with the outcome. She had challenged him and he had risen to the occasion. Like a phoenix he rose from the ashes. His eyes looked at her now watching her glimmer in the dull light of the fire. He could feel her heartbeat her warmth. Periodically there would be a subtle crack or pop as a fracture would heal or dislocation reset. In addition his wounds would close but oddly enough the scars that left behind would not heal. As if he wished them to stay so that he would be reminded of what happened here today.

He watched her now intent on burning this moment into memory. She would likely never wish to speak of this again but Surtr would ensure he never forgot it. He would remember every curve of that athletic figure, each scratch and burn he had caused. He would know which marks were his. Fortunately for her if she took pride in such things all the scars that lay upon Surtr were from her as if she was the only one to have been able to mark him. Perhaps it was a sign of respect? Or perhaps Surtr just wanted all to see what had happened and how he had emerged a champion.

The climax of their journey was filled with fire and blood, though Surtr would be the first to admit it was not how he intended. Still it was a moment for the ages. Their encounter literally shook the walls around him and threatened to seal the two in this cave forever. Something Surtr at the moment thought wasn't such a bad idea. Out of all his treks with Androk something like this had never happened, he had been planning out how he would win her over. He had been brewing a potion to give him monstrous speed and strength. He was going to drink it and fight her to show her the man he was, now such a thing seemed silly. Centuries of planning gone in an instant all out the window. If Surtr wasn't relishing this moment he would likely burst into laughter at how all of his scheming would be put to a stop.

She lay atop him and drool again, this time not wearing clothes and part of Surtr wished to go again. Such a neanderthalic experience and yet it was better than he could have imagine. They may have drawn but in this instance Surtr couldn't have wished for a better outcome. This wasn't a mountain he would likely be able to climb again and so for rigorous journey to come to an end like this it was the quintessential ending to this sexual conquest.

He lay there looking at her a soft smile on his face uncaring about the drools. He was merely basking in their shared victory. Part of him wished to roll her over and go again the action becoming addicting now though he couldn't bring himself to sour this moment. He would just continue to bask in the light Androk cast upon him allowing her warmth to warm him and allow their shared exhaustion to take over.

She was slumbering atop him and he enjoyed it immensely. Over a thousand years of teasing, many times imagining this moment and his mind couldn't possibly have come close to this. She drooled but he didn't care, her animalistic tendencies for some reason only made him more attracted to her. Perhaps it was how different she was, he couldn't quite place it but there was something that made this event different. Her incoherent babbling in her sleep brought a smile to his eyes it was a softer smile. The kind one gets when they see a loved one for the first time in a long time. Surtr seemed to have longed for this moment which was strange considering how rough she was and how both parties almost died. Though for some reason he was happy, truly happy.

She blinked and saw his smile before going back to his chest, the two just laid there in silence atop the broken ground. He dare not ruin this moment, he dare not let it be cut short. As she broke the silence his eyes darted to hers, she made him promise not to tell a soul, not to speak of what occurred and her hands came up. Surtr was expecting her to start strangling him but instead they... embraced him? He looked to her as a small breath left her and his hand slipped up cupping her cheek. "Fine...." He muttered before his lips met hers, the kiss was softer likely too soft for her taste and would likely incur her wrath but he didn't care. The way she spoke was if this moment wouldn't happen again and Surtr dare not let it end without him getting a final taste. He would remember it all burn it into his mind to ensure no matter how many thousands of years passed from now he wouldn't forget.

She lifted herself from him and her warmth left, he felt a strange feeling wash over him. Sure the same lust was there as it always was but something more lingered. It was odd the way to tugged at him, egging him to bring her back to his side. Though he fought off the feelings knowing Androk would think such a thing silly. She stood and stretched moving by him, he sighed before rising deciding it was time. As she looked down and mentioned her ruined clothes Surtr smirked. "I think this form suits you better." He teased softly looking down at his own form. His torso had been scarred from their encounter as if he was mauled by a bear instead of just a woman. In all likelihood the bear would be easier to survive.

Normally these scars would heal but for some reason these weren't. Surtr's form before this day was immaculate and now he was shredded from his waist line to his shoulder bones. He sighed taking a moment to gaze upon her form before turning and walking over to a dresser opening it to reveal a myriad of clothes plenty of which were more of Androks style. "I assume something here will suffice until we return." He said before turning and walking off leaving the room slowly. His eyes would wander back to her before he left. He didn't particularly care that he was naked it was something he did often so he wouldn't pay much mind to it. He walked over to Morgana's bloody corpse and dug his hand into the near smashed ribcage. Pulling out a piece of parchment from the corpse he sighed as the blood burnt and evaporated from the scroll in his hand.


He would walk back into the room scroll in hand lifting it up high and shaking it slightly. "We are good to go..." He said laying down on the destroyed palace of pillows. Feathers were everywhere and almost no pillows were still in tact. He let a long sigh leave his lips. They had got the precious treasure and yet it seemed like Surtr was for once in his life disappointed for the journey to finish. "What the ******** is wrong with me...." He mused holding the scrolls between his hand and realizing how insignificant it was now.

Surtr smirked at her reply. "Very well we shall avoid such at thing." Surtr said allowing his gaze to be fixated upon Androk as she got dressed. He wouldn't allow it to break from her ensuring he would miss no second of the show. When she looked upon the dresser he chuckled softly enjoying her comment. "Doubtful, the woman loved being a tease. How do you think she corrupted me so? 1000 years of that will turn any man depraved." Surtr said a joking tone but his words held truth. She really did have him here for a thousand years torturing and teasing the man.

Once she finished getting dressed Surtrs eyes widened with a bright smile as he meticulously scanned her form. She seemed intent upon leaving and Surtr shrugged standing. He didn't have any clothes so he would merely rip a piece of cloth and tie it around his waist to at least cover the important part to prevent himself from being ridiculed by his company. "We could always go for another bout. I'll remove that wretched outfit." Surtr said with a devious smile now walking beside her the scroll in hand. He wasn't nearly satiated as well and seeing her in this form with flushed cheeks only served to bring out what he was trying to suppress. He couldn't help it, the way she was talking to him the looks on her face and her current embarrassment all of it served to draw him out. He had tasted what had been forbiidden and what was done could not be undone. He would not let her forget either.