Her heart is not searching for this love, so she walks past the glade where the soft grass tenderly caresses the setting sun. The small brook that weaves its way through the earth’s floor sings a song of joy as the ground reaches up to hold it safe within its banks. For others, this is enough, and it is the comfort that offers peace their restless soul.
Friends and lovers offer her their hearts, and their souls, and many beg her to stay, but her soul is not satisfied with this comfort. The forest beyond is what she seeks.

Green and golden leaves sway in harmony with the gentle song the wind plays on the branches. Small blooms release their petals to drape her with a beauty seldom seen by mortal eyes. This is the zenith of life, of love, and of joy, but she walks beyond the shower of love into the heart of the forest.

Sunlight fades quickly as the forest engulfs her with a heavy darkness. She makes her way past the fear that has humbled the most powerful of men. The orchestra howls above her as the wind twists and winds its way through the gnarled braches that form the impenetrable canopy above. Dark hands reach out from the darkness, scratching at her heart, clutching at her soul, tearing at the very essence of her being. Terror of the mind’s wanderings have forced those who have come before her to kneel and pray for salvation, begging their Gods for mercy, but she walks, traveling beyond even the farthest depths of man’s imagination.

There is no path, no trail, no landmarks to guide her. She goes to a place only her heart knows exists. Further down her journey takes her, past all that is pure and holy, past Heaven and earth. The flames now light her way as she journeys deeper into her soul, entering the very depths of Hell.

The air is rancid, filling her lungs as it is absorbed through her skin. Flames rage all around her, touching her flesh, licking her skin, burning her soul, yet darkness is all she can feel.

She stops in a place that offers no rest, but there is nothing left. Nothing else exists beyond here, and she welcomes the loss of her life. Moments pass as she waits, feeling nothing more than the longing that has consumed her all of her life.

She can feel his eyes upon her. Her mind can feel his thoughts touching hers.

He is there.

Blissful terror fills her soul at the thought of offering herself to him as she removes the dress that protected her from the eyes of Heaven, now offering her naked body to the demons of Hell.  Her eyes close to allow him to see her. His arms surround her, wrapping around her waist and pulling her close. Her heart jumps as the flames touch her lips. Her body trembles as the demons clutch at her naked breasts. Beads of sweat erupt from every pore, forming small rivers that trickle across her skin, no shoreline to prevent them from following whatever course they choose to take. The rivers of sweat rage as they travel down her breasts, circling and boiling from the heat that fills her. A small bead of sweat clings to her hard nipple, growing as the rivers feed it. She cries out with pleasure as the flames ignore her lips and devour her moist flesh, the bead of sweat now taken deep into his mouth. His hands tear at her soul as they clutch the soft skin of her ass. Her nipples ache as he draws them deep into his mouth, his fangs scraping against her tender flesh.

She is led to her knees, her hands secured behind her, her eyes blinded by the dress she had worn to hide herself from Heaven. She is helpless to resist as he steps in front of her. She knew if she resisted or failed to accept him, the moment would escape, and the flames would die. She opens her mouth and waits.

Flames rage inside of her as she takes him in her mouth, the fire reaching deep into her soul. Over and over she relishes the moment, feeling the heat as it presses against the back of her throat, her tongue embracing the flame, then waiting for its return as it almost escapes, stopping briefly at the edge of her lips before returning deep within her mouth.
Over and over she embraced the fire, wanting more of it inside of her, wanting it to fill her completely. She longs for him to continue, to fill her mouth with his flames, to drink his power, to swallow the fire of his passion. But he would not continue. As her mouth begs for more, she feels him pull away.

He was there, she could feel his presence, but she could not see or hear him. Only the flames raged inside of her now, making her burn with wonderful terror.

Did he move? Had she heard his footsteps?

Her body tingled with fear and anticipation, knowing he was there. He was watching her, looking at her naked body, toying with her mercilessly. Her skin burned with desire as her breath came heavily. She could feel her own breasts rising and falling with each breath she took, the sweat rolling down to her hard nipples. Her muscles tightened as a small trickle of sweat teased its way down her tummy, torturing her skin as he was torturing her thoughts.

She knew he was there. She could feel him. She could feel his eyes on her, and she wondered how long he would make her wait.
Seconds passed like hours, minutes dragged on for days as she waited. Fear leaped within her as she imagined what horrors he had in store for her.
Fire leaped within her heart and she gasped for air when demonic hands clutched her naked breasts. They were hard and firm, tearing at her tender skin and pulling her forward. She could not use her hands to brace herself as she fell, but was forced to plummet helplessly forward into the darkness that surrounded her, only the soft flames cushioning her fall as her head came to rest on the same ground she knelt on.

She was more helpless now than ever and could not fight back as she felt his hands lift her waist, pulling her hips higher into the air.
Her breasts dangled beneath her, and she could feel the droplets of sweat fall from her nipples. She knew he was looking at her, laughing inside of himself. She was naked, her head supporting her upper body, her ass raised to the heavens. She knew this was her fate, and that she could not stop him.

The flames licked her most tender flesh as his tongue lashed out at her, touching her, burning her, making her shiver from the heat. She tried to cry out, but could not find enough air to offer more than slight squeals as she felt his hands move down her back, pushing a small pool of sweat between the cheeks of her ass. His tongue burned the soft flesh inside of her as his fingers followed the trail of moisture down to her small opening. A brief cry finally did escape from her lips as his finger invaded her from behind, his tongue still burning inside of her from below. She could not see him, but only feel him violating her. One hand burning her from behind, the other replacing his tongue. The heat was intense and caused her to scream as his fingers were plunged deep into her womb and bowels. Over and over, in steady rhythm he reached deep inside of her, burning her flesh with his.

Even the floods of moisture she was creating would not douse the flames, and as she erupted to quench the flames within her, she felt his mouth engulf her.

She wanted to stop, but could not. Over and over again he drank from her, taking the wine of lust she offered deep into his mouth. She could feel him swallow her nectar, and yet he begged for more. How many times would he drink from her before the fire was quenched? This she did not know, nor could she control it. She was a fountain for him to rest at, and twice more he drank her offering of love before releasing her from the sweet torment.

She was exhausted, her body trembling and drenched with sweat. Her breath came in short gasps as she fought to fill her lungs with air. She needed to rest, be he would not allow it. She tried to beg him to stop as she felt the flames that had earlier filled her mouth now touch more sensitive lips, but her cries went unheeded. Her body writhed, but his hands were too strong as he pulled her hips to his. The fires of Hell raged inside of her and she cried out once more as the flame penetrated her forcefully.

She would not rest, but burn with a new flame now, a flame that invaded her more deeply than his fingers had. Strong, powerful thrusts rocked her back and forth, his hands tearing at the skin on her waist. Over and over he burned her, letting the flame explore the deepest recesses of her body. She felt one hand release her, then felt her hair being gathered in one large mass. Demonic screams of desire echoed from deep inside of her as her hair was pulled back, forcing her hips to meet his.

Massive thrusts allowed him to enter her deeper than he had before. His flame was touching her womb, burning it every time his hips pressed hard against her. Nothing could stop him, not even her screams for mercy, could she have even uttered them if she had wanted to.

But she did not want to.

She did not want him to stop. She had known there was more than just the meadow and the glade that so many others had settled for. She had ignored the comfort of Heaven to make her way deep into the recesses of Hell.

Somewhere deep in her mind she knew this was what her heart had longed for, and she would not be denied this most sinful of pleasures.
She was his completely, and she would never settle for less again.

She could feel his flames erupt within her, and she knew her own eruption would fuel those flames rather than quench them.
Bodies quivered helplessly as sinewy muscles tightened, forcing his flames and hers to dance deep within her, mixing and mingling together inside of her body.
Beads of sweat raged like rivers over their naked flesh, flowing to the sheets below them.

This is the terror she had longed to surrender herself to all of her life, the ecstasy she had always know existed somewhere deep in her heart.

This was a knowledge that existed beyond the mind, beyond the imagination, even beyond love.

Time had stopped.

There was nothing but their hearts drifting through the vast reaches of time and space.

For a moment, there was no Heaven or Hell. There was no meadow or glade.

Their souls reached for one other like fingers stretching across the sky, and as their souls touched the very fires of Hell erupted and engulfed Heaven, leaving nothing but their endless love.

His trembling hands freed hers and then removed the covering from her eyes before their bodies fell together on the bed, both of them exhausted and spent, entwined forever in a love few could ever fathom.

Others would roam aimlessly in the meadow, and more would come to rest in the glade. Some might venture to the edge of the forest, but their love had taken them to a place where both demons and angels fear to tread.

This was her passion, and her desire. She would never again settle for less.

She would never have to.