Burning Passion (Mavuika TG)

Jackson could barely believe his eyes, a random dig off an abandoned island near the coast of Greece leading to the type of once in a lifetime digs that’d put you in the history books. It had just been a random whim of his while he was vacationing, the island itself dense but barely remarked upon by the locals with little to no historical value to it. Yet, after a surprisingly long hike to the center that felt impossible given its size when he had circled it before, the remnants of a past civilization trickled in. Some cobblestone, a few ancient pillars, not exactly groundbreaking but the lack of any surveys of the area and lack of documentation pushed him onwards. Quickly those remnants turned to leftovers, then full on blocks as more complex structures sprouted the deeper he traversed, his intellectual curiosity and excitement ignoring the faint unease at how so many buildings of such height could be hidden by a small forest.

All of it led to a grand temple in the center, the architecture all vaguely reminiscent of other cultures, yet more like a mishmash of multiple rather than any singular identifiable design ethos. If it wasn’t for the obvious wear and erosion on everything, Jackson would have assumed it had to be some joke done by the locals yet it was far too elaborate, far too extensive to be a forgotten prank. Given how it all led to the central temple, he couldn’t help but feel the excitement building, Jackson having to remind himself whatever had been inside was likely to be moth eaten and greatly diminished by time. This wasn’t one of those archeology serials this was a genuine discovery, one exposed to air and weather with little chance of total preservation like other buried sites. But there was a glow.

“What the hell?”

It took a few minutes of staring to make sense of what he had found, a large antechamber surrounding a carved stone floor, a dish in the center under the ever shifting light of a lit flame. Said fire was suspended over the dish, no visible fuel supplying it, no sense to its composition, but it was there. Like a moth to a flame he was entranced, various theories of ancient legends filling his head. The fiery wisps were calling to him, Jackson’s gloved hands reaching out to touch it… till common sense pulled it back. He calmed himself down, adjusting his safari hat and taking a few deep breaths. He couldn’t defile a cultural site like this. He had to be reasonable, call a survey team over, do a proper analysis of the entire thing to figure out what this eternal flame’s-

Boring…

Jackson shrieked, the voice coming from right behind, whispered into his ears intimately and full of disappointment. Yet there was no one around, the room as empty as he had thought it was no matter where he looked as he took a few panicked steps back, stumbling rather comically into the dais as his hat caught fire.

Not quite the noble sacrifice into the Sacred Flame, but this works…

“OH FUCK FUCK AAAAAGGGGHHH!”

The heat was unbearable, Jackson tearing at his hat only for the hungry flames to burn onto his gloves as the heat licked at his hands. It was the dumbest possible way to die, on the cusp of making history, stumbling into an ancient marvel that could have changed science but would burn itself out on his corpse that’d be lost to time. His panicked heart was beating, his hands struggling to peel off the gloves as the cloth charred black and bubbled, pain and fear making his heart rumble in a mix that felt like he was going to have a heart attack if he didn’t burn to death. It was all so… exciting.

Despite burning alive a cold shiver passed through his body, screams turning hoarse as he coughed on his own burning stink, the bubbling slicks of former fabric spilling over his palms, black latex burnt and tight as it squeezed mercilessly against his fingers, forcing them to shrink. There was a bizarre euphoria Jackson took as a sign of shock the faster his heart beat, eyelashes lighting like wicks as the heat dove into his skull, his hat’s flaps sizzling as they spilled onto his shoulders, his hiking outfit lighting itself as he stumbled to his knees. Strips of his chin burned, the heat flowing into his pores, skin sizzling like meat on a grill as his features bubbled. Rolling on the ground did nothing to stifle the burning as his hair sparked and frizzed, the heat burrowing inside his head as his bones simmered in their own fat.

POP

“Uhhngh uuuuhhhn ah ahhhh KFF KFF Nooo no gaaaaawd~!”

Heated bones snapped like rocks left in a campfire, his jaw going slack as the edges of his frame rounded, further violent snaps shifting his skull as the pain and pleasure boiled over. There was only so much you could scream, Jackson writhing on the ground as the fire spilled deeper. He couldn’t see, blinded by the bright flames on his lashes, unable to see them lengthening, his cock straining against his shorts as the heat spilled under his scalp. Black hair reddened like hot wires, his scalp bubbling as further burning shoots of red poked through the shifting follicles, his skin feeling tight as his brow pressed inwards with a brutal, searing crunch.

God? No, I’m an archon, a very pent up archon.

“Ohhhh fuuuuuuck~!”

The voice didn’t matter, Jackson bucking as he came, unaware how turned on he was as what felt like bundles of burning copper wire tugged loose from his scalp, the flames not burning up the hair but filling it with volume, time flowing into reverse as the charred tips spilled lower. They ignited against his already boiling clothes, more patches of black tar like drips squeezing against his body as the heat intensified. Charred lips cracked open into much plusher shapes, smacking together enticingly as his voice groaned up into a higher whine. The smoke was targeting his Adam’s apple, each choked cough shedding mass, more wicks of heat burning away his hairs and charring the top layer of skin, peeling off to reveal smoother, creamy skin.

His groans were getting huskier, the pain sounding more like deeply aroused grunts as the heat from his burning eyelashes made the jelly in his eyes bubble. The weakened bones shifted, his eyes expanding, warping the shape of his skull as fire dove into his corneas, shrieks cracking further up as the burning colors spread into his irises. The heat continued to dive deeper, tufts of fiery red and orange spreading the flames down his back, the tightened skin forcing his skull to crack and soften, the heat filled flesh squeezing his nose cuter. One final girlish shriek finished the last of his face off, two suns burning in slanted eyes atop a feminine face moaning in equal ecstasy and horror.

This time he noticed the orgasm that followed, the sticky fluids the only relief on his chest as he spasmed on the ground, pouches and fabric continuing to char and liquify, squeaking with every shift of his form as he was bound in bubbling latex. It made the pleasure more intense, shocks of bliss interrupting the pain as the liquified clothing stuck to his skin, ripping out hairs, burning away moles and somehow turning his ruddy complexion paler as the flames rippled and spread. There was a wildfire raging inside, the heat sinking down his neck, flooding into the vertebrae as tears hissed against his burning cheeks. Marrow was liquifying, the structural integrity of his body warping under the intense heat as fat and sweat smoked out his pores as he screamed.

This is nothing compared to the heat of Natlan. If you just stopped fighting you’d understand how good the flames could feel. Isn’t the rush exhilarating?

The voice was clearly behind this, Jackson struggling to think of a way to make it stop, unable to move as his spine creaked under the heat, vertebrae cracking and popping as his stomach arched upwards, hands struggling to tear off the latex burning over his skin.

“OHHH~ OHHH OHHH?!”

Another orgasm, fluids evaporating as they spilled over his squirming navel, the latex bonded to his nipples, burning through the brown as each jerk tugged at two thickening points of pleasure.

Let’s really bring this thing to a boil, shall we?

Glowing white hot energy lit his hair a blinding gold, diving into his head as his ears shook with the internal hisses of cranial fluid bubbling, the heat diving down into his arched spine as the flame surged into his blocky core. The melted latex acted like a heat sink, forming a bodysuit as he was roasted, sweat and fat trapped inside by the charred black outfit as his core rose to a roiling mess. The liquified fat and muscle couldn’t sweat out so it followed the path of least resistance and rose, hissing under his skin as his engorged nipples throbbed, hot spurts of fluid rumbling under his pecs as they slowly rose against the squeeze of the bodysuit.

“AHHHHHN AHHH YESSS~! OH GOD IT BUUUUUUURNS~!”

It was beyond orgasmic, the broiled flesh heaving as ribs shifted tighter, the fire roasting his nipples thick and pink as his pecs melted into tastier morsels of flesh. The heat was almost reverse cooking them, hardened well done steaks of muscle filling with juice and fat, his desperate tearing only adding to the ungodly ecstasy as his latex bound cock was too tightly encased to even cum, just throb as he desperately tried to lessen the maddening heat. Meanwhile his heart was rattling inside his shifting innards, bad cholesterol denaturing, adrenaline surging, his tongue drooling desperate drops of relief down his husky throat as the larger his tits grew the faster his melted insides pooled under.

Straps and support formed from the molten clothes, hugging his liquified waist to generous curves, Jackson’s tits swelling past the point they could be bound as the peeling squeak of latex bursting off his chest was followed by the most brutal orgasm of all, the cool air letting the sweat flow freely off his massive tits as his lips formed an utterly contented smile.

Why was he loving this? What was this voice doing to him? He had to remember who he was, that he was the Pyro Archon. No that wasn’t right was it? No no stop it even if his masculinity was stolen at least let him keep-

Don’t worry, I’ll keep most of your mind, but only if it can keep up. You’ll be in the sidecar, got it?

Before he could ask what that meant the heat split in two, plummeting through his core as he squealed, the chill solidifying his new curvier shape as marrow and bone hardened, the chill dizzying as heat built inside his skull and hips. Pressure was building in both, his hips shifting about, fat and muscle liquifying whenever he raised it to pool rounder, thicker, his meat tenderizing as the plush squeeze of his ass pushed against the skintight latex. But more than anything was the thrill of the situation, his hair burning to a molten gold as the voice poured over his brain, his grey matter bubbling like the bulk of his ass as he could feel the heat ironing into the folds like a steam press.

Holding onto his own thoughts was like cupping a hand over a pot to stop the water from escaping, hurting as his brain pressed against red hot bone, his archeology being lost in a raging sea of desert and heat. Natlan, the name shuddered throughout, Jacksuika groaning as his interests were used against him, all the flashes of another world easing her takeover as centuries began pouring into his unprepared skull. There was too much too fast, yet nothing could be too fast, the exhilaration-

CRUNCH

“OHHHHH~ YESSSS AHH AHHHHRCHOOOONS~!”

The heated pressure pocket between his hips burst, his lower half widening past the melted frame of his shoulders, the squeak of tense latex rubbing against his thickening ass overwhelming any paltry resistance with pure ecstasy as he continued to cum until his cock spurted out burning puffs of hot air. It felt wrong, so many more centuries of being a woman heating up his brain, his cock on fire as it twitched, each rise of his ass pressing harder on the painfully squashed organ. It stuck against melted latex, his thrusts peeling off panties from the bodysuit, his heart thumping faster and faster at the idea of throttling it inside to see the limits. Ohhh~ imagine how thrilling that would-

His thighs clenched, the heat spilling into them as they gripped his cock like a panini press, feeling it twitch and curdle as the fire flooded his prostate. Unearthly howls of bliss echoed inside the ancient temple, his g spot on fire as it warped under the heat, rupturing as the rubbery organ was melted and shaped, sizzling out paths of femininity, a large chunk of mass burnt to cinders as a hollow gap crumbled open under his charred cock.

“MOOOOOORE~!”

It wasn’t enough, Javuika trembling as he palmed the organ, feeling the softened muscle dimple with even a small press, the tight latex slowly pancaking it tighter inside as juicy runoff spilled into his thighs till diamonds of split latex revealed marbled thighs eager to hasten up the final morsel left to singe. He was in a daze, the pleasure rippling through as melted latex hardened at the bottom, a zipper forming amongst her favorite outfit, the clasp of it right over his shrinking cock as she pressed the molten metal against his tip.

SSSSSSSSS

Mavuika moaned, veins full of adrenaline and sacred fire, legs melting off the last of their masculinity as it pooled into her shoes, turning them into leather boots as her feet melted to refined daintiness. It was raw bliss, any spots of testosterone boiling out as her scrotum billowed with hot air, testicles ascending as they slid into melted out channels of pleasure. The more she squeezed the faster it shrank, burning through her tip and thrusting into her shaft as if the zipper was a hot poker, her thighs spreading open as the burnt remains of a cock crumbled down the middle, opening into a leaking slit that finally cooled off the burning lust between her thighs. She came repeatedly, losing count of how many it took to cool her down as she stood in a daze, feeling her former self pop and float to the top of her skull like scum in a stew, the remnants quickly swallowed up by centuries of experience.

It wasn’t a standard reincarnation, and Mavuika wasn’t sure how long she had been dormant but that conversion had been a more than worthy sacrifice after centuries of leadership and trust. She could still read through her host’s former memories quite easily and it seemed like all sorts of incredible vehicles existed now, some that could reach speeds unimaginable before and after archons knew how long she was ready to take an extended thrill trip around the world to see how things had changed and savor every bit of being dropped head first into an alien culture.

But first things first a bit of fun, Mavuika running towards the coast as the temple faded into nothingness, finding the boat her host had used, the S.S. St. James, and spicing up the ride back as she quickly set it on fire before running the engines full speed back. Normally it’d take twenty minutes of slow maneuvering around shallow waters to get back, but she was in a race, getting it down to just two as the burning mess of a ship rumbled faster and faster, condensing down every nautical mile till it seemed more like a jet ski than a proper ship. There was no slowing down at the coast either, pedals forming off the side as she revved it, the shrunken rudder bursting into wheels as she just barely made it to solid ground without sinking her motorcycle into the sandy beach. In the distance she could see giant buildings reflecting the sun, skyscrapers so small against the horizon but she knew they’d soon be towering over her. She wondered how fast she could get there, shrugging at the speed limits posted as she revved up her engines. She doubted anyone could catch her here, though if any did maybe she could reward them with some Natlan heat…

All for another time though. She just wanted to burn rubber and blaze through all this new life had to offer. Responsibility would be on the back burner for a while as she rode off to start a new adventure.