Fit for a Goddess - Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Loresse threw out a hand, tendrils of flame launching from her palm to the dragon’s snout, curling around it, tightening to snap it shut.

The dragon reared, shaking its head back and forth in a vain attempt to rid itself of its fiery constraints. It raised a set of razor-sharp claws to its snout, scraping at the flames, but they continued to sear its scaled head.

Loresse lifted a shapely leg, the fabric of her robes billowing over the silky flesh of her thighs as she rose into the air, rising just before the terrifyingly huge creature.

Seeing its prey go airborne directly in front of it, the frustrated dragon swiped a clawed hand at the voluptuous elf. It connected with her torso shearing her robes just below her breasts. Its wicked claws raked across her bared torso, drawing a satisfied smirk from the muzzled beast.

The torn fabric fell away to reveal a sculpted, slender and entirely undamaged midriff between a cropped, halter-like top and long, slitted skirt.

Delilah, opening her eyes just as the gorgeous elf was attacked, gasped first in horror, then in wonder as she saw the impossible truth that her friend was completely unharmed by a blow that should have sliced her body in half! She glanced toward Erikkan, who was similarly entranced by Loresse’s ability to fly as well as her seeming invulnerability.

Loresse looked down, blinking in disbelief herself as she saw that she was unharmed. Her shocked expression turned into a dark smile, however, as five more tendrils of fire grew from each of Loresse’s outstretched fingers, curling downward like flickering crimson ropes.

The dragon, shocked at the lack of damage from its claws on its adversary’s body, frowned. Its jaw tensing with colossal effort, the massive creature snapped away the flaming muzzle, freeing itself from Loresse’s searing cage.

As the dragon’s chest puffed in preparation to unleash its most powerful offensive ability, Loresse drew her hand upward, then ripped her five whips of fire across the dragon’s long neck.

The dragon choked on its rapidly stoking flames as agony raked the underside of its neck, five jagged, smoldering lines charring its midnight skin.

The sexy elf smiled as she watched her flaming whips burn satisfyingly through the dragon’s impenetrable hide, delighted that her attack had resulted in damage while her enemy’s had been completely ineffective.

Furious now, the dragon angrily resumed its inward draw of air, feeding the inferno that now roared within its massive stomach. The red glow of fire shone around the edges of each black scale of its body, lighting the creature from the inside with a spider web of radiant scarlet.

As the dragon let loose a furious torrent of fire, Loresse raised one hand toward the huge monster, forming a translucent hemisphere of crimson energy before her luscious body. The dragon fire raged forth, its powerful, rumbling blast of heat colliding with Loresse’s shield.

The breathtakingly intense flame washed harmlessly over Loresse’s magical shield, its flickering glow fading into nonexistence as it licked at the edges of the defensive shell.

The dragon continued to roar fire at the sexy elven mage for a solid minute until finally, just as its breath was extinguished, the translucent hemisphere winked out of existence. Sensing victory, the dragon sacrificed a piece of its own elemental soul, sucking in a lungful of oxygen before pouring its essential power into a fierce final gout of blazing dragonfire. Loresse floated there seemingly defenseless, staring down the dragon with defiant eyes as its torrid blast reached her.

Erikkan and Delilah flinched as Loresse disappeared in a swirling inferno of white-hot flame.

As the roar of the blast faded, the dragon pausing for breath, Erikkan and Delilah’s downcast eyes again turned upward as they heard a distinctly unexpected sound break the oppressive silence.

It was the sound of Loresse’s laughter.

The last vestiges of blue-white fire curling about her curvaceous frame, the gorgeous elf threw her head back, dark mane of raven tresses shimmering amber as they shook. Her eyes remained fixed on the dragon’s dismayed face as it realized that she had ceased deflecting his essence-laden flames only to consume them. Her breathtaking form glowed through robes now made as much of flame as fabric. Loresse inhaled deeply, her voluptuous chest rising as she drew the last flickers of dragonfire directly into herself. The dragon let out a desperate wail as it realized that not only it had failed to cause the mage even the slightest injury, it had empowered her all the more.

A vortex of fiery power began to swirl around the diminutive elf, tousling her dark hair to frame her exquisite face in wild, billowing tresses. Full lips parting in a heartbreakingly beatific smile, the blisteringly sexy mage raised her left hand. Her slim fingers curled slowly inward, tapping the vast, quivering inferno of power now at her disposal and drawing it forth.

The dragon gasped as it felt its body rise from the ground involuntarily. Chains of golden fire dropped from the heavens to encircle the creature’s massive, kicking body.

Her fingers clenching into a fist, the mage commanded the burning restraints to cinch around the dragon’s huge muscles, the struggling monster yelping in pain as white-hot flame seared lines into its armored hide.

Dark smile widening, Loresse cast a wide-eyed Delilah a knowing glance. “For your ‘goddess’…”

Manicured nails pressed into her palm and the chains they controlled compressed the dragon’s body, boiling its flesh as they dug inward. The centuries-old monster was vivisected by violet flame far beyond the ability of its fireproof body to withstand.

Huge chunks of sizzling muscle and bone dropped to the ground, Loresse allowing the smoking remnants of the majestic beast to fall to earth as she herself began to descend.

As the magnificent young elf’s toes touched down, Erikkan gasped in an awestruck tone. “Th-that was a d-dragon… and you… you just…”

“Single-handedly destroyed it with ease? Cooked it alive?” finished Loresse, her dark eyes flashing with amusement. “True enough, I suppose.”

Delilah shook her head in disbelief. “Your power… it’s incredible!”

The beautiful blonde cleric’s words were tinged with huskiness, the longtime Astra-worshipper unable to hide the desire she felt for her supremely powerful friend, drawn to Loresse’s utter dominance over such a strong adversary like a moth to an impossibly sexy flame.

Loresse seemed to pick up on her friend’s emotion, hunger filling her eyes. Before she could resume where she had left off, however, the doors to the temple burst open and dozens of monsters fled from its sanctum, disappearing into the surrounding woods.

Delilah turned her gaze from her friend’s smoldering eyes to the temple, stepping lightly toward the now-abandoned structure. From its tall twin doors strode a blonde figure, its silver hair shimmering as if it were moonlight. She recognized the woman immediately.

It was Astra, her goddess.

But she looked strangely hunched, her features drawn, cheeks gaunt.

Delilah’s brows furrowed. “A-Astra? What’s wrong? You look…”

“…tired? Old? Diminished?” A sultry voice finished the cleric’s sentiment, Loresse striding confidently forward to face off with the silver goddess.

Delilah swallowed hard, her eyes darting back and forth between the two figures, noting with absolute shock that Loresse was the more stunningly gorgeous of the two. The fire mage seemed to swell with power, her body becoming more curvaceous by the minute even as Astra continued to look more diminutive in her presence.

Before she knew what she was doing, Delilah dropped to her knees, driven downward by overwhelming feelings of reverence and wonder. To her complete and utter shock, however, she suddenly realized that it wasn’t Astra she felt compelled to kneel to…

…it was Loresse.