Meet Me on the Volcano (Patreon)
The woman had a protective aura about her that shielded her from the heat of the molten rock, though she was still able to appreciate its warmth.
How the Salamander Plays
Her belly heats turning molten, she rears her head, and lets go of the warmth. small embers flicker about her maw, when a sudden spark ignites, shooting a streak of flame across the sky.
Meet Me on the Volcano (Patreon)
The woman had a protective aura about her that shielded her from the heat of the molten rock, though she was still able to appreciate its warmth.
Ember and Flare 1
Hadyn heard a loud growl large chunks of molten sand floating around now 'they must be getting burned' the sandstorm started to slow down due to the large pieces, "girls stop, get ready to
Unorthodox Planet Busters
The planet itself was barely hanging on, with massive fissures and molten eruptions spilling from the ruptures that dug deep into the planet's layers.
A new challenger (chapter 2 of my own YuGiOh fan story)
Jack played his mystical space typhoon on molten destruction, before he was countered by brad's magic jammer, discarding his last will spell to properly activate it.
Paradox - Prologue
Xerati's ‘armor' is a shell of molten rock, giving off heat yards away. her maw, unlike the rest of her body which would be covered in heavy duty plate in the form of molten rock, is wrapped shut by molten tendrils.
Defiled
The parasites pulled up out of the way or retreated back in to her flesh for cover, only perhaps one or two dying in the molten light.
My sister, my mate, my world
No matter how often his girth speared through her in search of her deepest reaches to flood with molten warmth, it always felt new, refreshing, awfully stimulating.
My sister, my mate, my world
No matter how often his girth speared through her in search of her deepest reaches to flood with molten warmth, it always felt new, refreshing, awfully stimulating.
Fiery Desire - (Quilava TF)
However, even his expensive footwear could only protect him from injury for so long as he became more and more careless, even plodding through small puddles of molten rock.
Better to Beg Forgiveness: Chapter 1
A deep breath in and out,and she could smell the comforting scent of hot metal, knowing that in the morning, she'd be ready for a fresh day of work, of reshaping and reforming that molten mass into something new, something useful.