"Who came?" Eshyal frowns at his servant.

"Lord, it's the goddess of fire." The servant tenses his shoulders. Beads of sweat roll down on his forehead, stinging his eyes. Goddess of fire has arrived and she doesn't seem happy.

"Mahuna is here." Eshyal gasps when the servant nods. He can't believe that she came to his abode on her own.

"Take care of the guest." Eshyal touches his lips, thinking about what would Mahuna likes. "Send her the best wine… and desserts. Not too sweet. She doesn't like desserts that are too sweet."

"Um…" The servant raises his hand. "Lord, Goddess Mahuna wants to --"

"I need to take bath!" Eshyal announces loudly before he dashes into the bathroom.

"...to challenge your lordship," The servant trails off.

***

In the waiting hall, Mahuna taps her foot on the floor impatiently. It's been five hours since she came here, but the sun god hasn't made his appearance. He's already thinking highly of himself, isn't he? She grits her teeth. There's no doubt that she's the hotter one whether it's about looks or temperature.

After what feels like forever, Eshyal makes an entrance. From top to bottom, he's wearing invaluable jewels over his orange garb. His long white flaming hair is combed back, adorned with pearls. There's even some makeup on his face, especially his lips that are hot pink.

Mahuna gawks at the man. What is happening? Is it someone's wedding? They weren't even invited to the Dark God's wedding. This peacock is showing off, isn't he?

She must have impressed by his appearance. The Sun God grins at her innocently, unaware of what is waiting for him. When he speaks, he tries his best to hide his zeal. "Goddess, what did I do to have this honour?"

The goddess of fire, who had to wait for five hours to get this damn god's presence, shudders when she hears his disgustingly sweet voice. She wanted to talk, but she's sure that he wouldn't listen to words. Mahuna loses the last bit of her 'calm' and fists her hand, aiming for the Sun God's white teeth.

Taken aback by her sudden ferocity, the Sun God forgets to move. Her fist lands on his cheek as white fire from her body spread in all corners of the hall. The servants scream while running away. Mahuna can't care less about who is screaming. She hates the damn orange garb the most. So, she places her palm on his chest, burning the last of his garb into crisp.

Eshyal finds himself completely naked. Feeling her hot hand on his naked chest, his cheeks burn. Is she making a move at him after punching him? He doesn't mind the punch. She must have been angry about making the first move.

He mistakes the rage in her eyes for passion. Thinking that she has noticed his ardent feelings, Eshyal coils his arms around her waist. As he burns her clothes away for the obvious reasons, he crashes his lips against her.

It is Mahuna's turn to be shocked. She finds herself being kissed fiercely by the Sun God. Her mind turns blank. What is happening here? Why is he kissing her? Weren't they fighting about the place who is hotter? When she opens her mouth to tell him why she came, he plunges his tongue inside her mouth as he pushes her against the wall.

Heat meets heat.

His fiery tongue sweeps her mouth roughly, making her breathless. When their lips part, she heaves her chest up and high, wanting more. Before she can find her voice, his tongue assaults her mouth again. She finds herself falling into a sweet intoxication, completely taken over by volcanic desire.

Mahuna wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Is this his challenge? Maybe he wants to dominate her using sex. The battleground is stamina then. She can still prove that she's the hotter one. Her tongue fights him playfully, mocking him as he seeks hers. She pulls back when he probes.

Thinking that she doesn't want to kiss him anymore, Eshyal retracts his tongue. But she grabs his hair and locks her lips with his, luring him again with a teasing look in her eyes.

Eshyal sucks her lips with half-opened drunken eyes. He has no idea what's going inside her head. His brain has stopped thinking. All that matters is this moment with her. His lips graze against her neck, trailing the curve of her smooth neck. She sighs softly, wanting him to touch her more.

"Don't hold back," She murmurs.

He accepts her command. Eshyal squeezes her firm breast while he takes her pink erect nipple in his mouth. A gasp escapes her lips. Twisting her mound into different shapes mercilessly, he sucks the erect nipple, biting and flicking it, causing a delicious pain.

Mahuna moans in ecstasy. She hasn't expected this god to be so good. Suddenly, she feels his fingers between her thighs, rubbing against her clit. Mahuna looks down at him. Unexpectedly, their gazes meet. Her nipple is still being aggressively teased by his tongue. His one hand is on her left breast while his other hand is rubbing her clit.

She swallows when she notices the molten passion in his eyes. Did she accept the wrong challenge? Can she win?

Eshyal takes her nipple between his teeth and pulls it as he pierces her hole with his two fingers.

"You…" She inhales sharply.

He kisses her nipple and says, "You told me not to hold back, my dear."

"But… but…" Mahuna grips his shoulders, not being able to find the strength to push him away. Her protests die in her throat. Wet lustful sounds and ragged breaths fill the air as his fingers explore her walls maddeningly. Blushing hard under his heated gaze, Mahuna closes her eyes. She might lose this time.

"Mahuna," He calls her name lusciously, thrusting three fingers inside her leaking hole. "My love, look at me, please."

What did he say? Mahuna opens her eyes, finding him staring at her. Love?