The warm months had finally made their return, and though the Midsummer festivities had died down for the night, a mischievous laughter still echoed faintly throughout the festival grounds. This caught the attention of a lone Stormwind guard, who became eager to locate the source of the mysterious voice.
Oddly enough, the merriment seemed to emanate from the dying embers of an otherwise empty brazier. Curious as to what the embers had to say, the guard blew gently at them. His breath aroused several great flames that sent sparks flying high into the night sky. The laughter grew in strength, and soon a fully fledged fire dancer took form, naked, above the brazier. Her gratitude was quickly apparent; she jumped down and twirled, winked and laughed as she danced her way towards him. The heat had him drenched in sweat by the time she reached out for his body. His plate armor offered protection from her smoldering touch, and molten prints were left wherever she caressed or kissed him. With his gloves, he could touch her in return – something she seemed to thoroughly enjoy, particularly when his fingers began to explore her nether regions. Surprisingly enough, she was not scaldingly hot on the inside, but pleasantly warm and silky like a benevolent flame.
The guard promptly pulled out his hardened cock. The fire dancer’s blazing eyes widened with glee when he entered her. Both of them knew that the brazier’s flames would soon die out once more, so they fucked passionately, determined to make the best of the time they had left.