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Burn With Me (Masema Dagar x Goddess!Reader)

Summary: Masema had become a devoted follower the moment he saw you, but he had never anticipated just how far he would go to prove his devotion.

TW: MINORS DNI. She/Her pronouns, mixed person POV, afab reader, innuendo, mentions of death, fingering, eventual sex, slightly rough sex, flirting, bath sex, Masema being soft and a little subby (if you squint) and reader being a literal goddess.

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[Masema’s POV]

The feeling was indescribable, the feeling of finally understanding and belonging. Masema thought he had felt it when he saw Rand al'Thor. Those who had heard the prophecy saw Rand as the Dragon Reborn. Though the man himself had vehemently denied it. Claiming he was little more than a messenger.

But the question was, a messenger for who?

Rand had been adamant, claiming to hear the whispers that now set his path in life. A life Masema was interested in following too. But when asked who whispered to him, the man would go silent, always claiming it was not the time to tell, though Rand would promise that time would soon come.

Which did nothing but frustrate Masema.

Not knowing was a feeling he hated. Being left in the dark was not something he enjoyed.

The fight between Rand and Ishamael, the Forsaken, had drawn more than just normal spectators. It had drawn followers. Followers of Rand and Ishamael respectively. All determined for their chosen leader to prevail. Masema had long chosen his side. Following Rand wherever he went, lending his sword to his cause.

Chants of Rand’s name filled the square even before the fight began. No one knew when she had arrived. Cloaked in the colours of flames. But they all saw her watching.

Saw the way Rand seemed to pause mid advance when she approached. That was curious in and of itself. She was silent, but her very presence had even Masema tearing his eyes from the duel before him, and he continued to watch her throughout the battle.

Whispers surrounded her. That she was the Dragon that Rand spoke so reverently of. A being not of this world. A soul bound in fire. Just as Rand had claimed - he was merely a weapon for her to wield.

Masema could hear those whispers in his head. The words Rand would occasionally let slip.

“Where are you going?” Masema asked as Rand packed his bag and hooked his sword over his shoulder.

“The fight approaches, I will need all the help I can get.” Rand had responded and Masema was more confused than before.

So, he followed Rand. Out of camp, remaining out of site. To his surprise, Rand did not go far. A few miles through the forest that surrounded them, and the two men were greeted with a small, but well-built temple.

Rand did not seem surprised to see it. But Masema was. How had he not known such a place dwelled in these trees? He had passed this forest hundreds of time in his life.

What Masema saw next, was not what he expected. A woman leaving the temple, body barely covered by the flame red silks she wore. And Rand, dropping to his knees before her and presenting his sword. Masema watched in awe as Rand bowed his head and the mysterious woman ran her hand along the blade. He could not hear what she said, but he could feel the air change, heavy and charged in a way he had never felt before.

Masema left before Rand, not wanting to be caught spying. He knew better than to ever ask what had happened at the temple.

Now, the same woman appeared in the square. Face covered by a heavy hood, not even a hint of what she looked like beneath. And the mystery gnawed at Masema’s mind. She had to be the woman from the temple, the coincidence was too good to not be true.

Her appearance had drawn his attention from the fight, and he had not even noticed the fight was no longer in Rand’s favour. Ishamael was winning and Masema’s heart sank.

Then, he felt it. That thick and heavy air. The burning torches that circled the makeshift duelling ring seemed to burn brighter. And it all seemed to centre…on her.

That was the only explanation he felt made sense. The change had only begun on her arrival. The hairs on his arms stood on end, his heart pounded. His eyes refused to leave her.

Then he heard it. The soft chanting. Words he did not understand, but he knew he did not need to. Her voice seemed to travel through the crowd. Masema watched the tide turn in Rand’s favour. As if life and strength had been breathed back into him. Ishamael was brought to the ground with a final strike, but Rand was in worse shape than he appeared as the Forsaken fell at his feet.

Everyone was silent. Not sure if Rand was living or dead. Blood coated his shirt and he seemed to barely move.

No one questioned when she knelt at Rand’s side. It was like those around knew not to. But all Masema could do was watch. Watch as her hands drifted over Rand's motionless form, all manner of fire around them seemed to blaze stronger every time she moved or spoke. Like it was drawn to her. Just as he was.

That's when Masema knew. It was solidified within him the moment Rand awoke, as alive and healthy as he had been before battle. All at her power and will.

She was the one he must follow. The one he must devote his very life to.

His Dragon. His goddess.

The crowd had erupted into cheers when Rand moved to kneel at her feet, paying his respects to his goddess, as people now realised that is what she was. People surrounded Rand, praising his prowess in battle, thanking him for finally destroying the threat that was Ishamael.

But Masema could only see her. The way she had quietly thanked Rand for his reverence and moved deeper back into the crowd as they shouted his praises. And Masema was quick to follow, not prepared to lose sight of her in the sea of people.

“Wait…please!” Masema called as he watched the soft oranges of her hood weave through the crowd.

However, she did not stop. But the way she looked back through the sheer fabric of her cloak made him realise something. She wanted to be followed.

Masema shoved his way through the crowd, barely keeping up with her as she seemed to move through it like water over sand. Smooth, almost too…perfectly. Only when the crowd thinned did she stop, appearing to look at the fruit on a nearby market stall. He soon caught up, almost sliding to a stop in his rush not to lose her.

“Determined one, hmm?”

Her voice was so soft, yet it sent a shiver down his spine and up again. Masema did not know how he expected her to sound, but his imagination would have never conjured something as beautiful as the truth was. When he did not answer, she turned to look at him. Even in the shadowed cowl of her hood, he could see the soft amber glow of her eyes and the faintest hint of a smirk. Her head tilted as if studying him, like a curious animal.

Masema cleared his throat and tried to introduce himself.

“Oh, I know who you are, Masema Dagar.”

[Reader’s POV]

You had never had a follower as devoted as Masema, and you remembered every one of them. There was nothing he would not do in your name. Slaughter swathes of men, build a temple. Masema was yours to demand the world of if you chose to.

You had warned him what it would cost. Even Rand had warned him. The price one must pay to follow a being like you. You refused the name goddess, the title of The Dragon, despite the continued use of such monikers. The names brought fear, devotion and at times even joy to some. Those were the costs.

“Nothing will be simple, if you choose to follow me,” you had cautioned gently when Masema first stepped into your temple.

The same temple he had followed Rand to. The small, unassuming stone building that seemed woefully inadequate for someone like you. But you had assured him you were more than happy with it. It had been a haven to you for as long as you remembered, and you preferred the inconspicuous nature of such a small place.

Now, the temple was somewhere he spent most of his time. When he was not spreading the message of your existence that is. You had not tried to stop him, nor had you ordered him to. Masema simply chose to. You were his goddess, his dragon. Everything he did was for you.

Some of those things, however, caused rifts in those that followed you. Some even left as a result, refusing to devote themselves to someone who could sanction such atrocities. And you let them. You had no time for people who could not accept darkness to see light.

No one knew when Masema had become more than just a follower. Where Rand could once have been argued to be your voice, Masema was your blade. Defending you against any who would dare oppose you, though those people were fewer in number thanks to him.

Masema had been gone for weeks, a pilgrimage in your name, he had claimed. You knew what that meant. Spreading the Prophecy of the Dragon Reborn, of you. Collecting those who agreed and believed. Eliminating those who would not.

Rumours spread of his fanaticism, but he ignored them. His only path now, was you.

The distant flicker of flames told you he was returning, and you could hardly stop yourself from rushing from the door of your temple to greet him. No matter how you tried to hide it, you were as devoted to Masema as he was to you. For all the mysticism that surrounded you, you were still a woman.

Thundering hooves soon slowed as his silhouette came into view against the fading sunlight, the torches behind him creating the most beautiful halo. His horse barely came to a stop before he swung himself from it to greet you. You had never quite seen him so riled as he was now. Wild eyed and it was as though you could feel the excitement vibrating from his very being.

“All of them…” was all he managed to say as he made his way to you.

“They all chose you.”

More and more torches told you what he meant. Followers. The towns and villages he had travelled to, all of them must have heard his words and made their choice. The right choice. The new followers seemed to keep coming, but you only had eyes for Masema. In the months he had been at your side, his devotion had reached a fever pitch. Only leaving your side when he felt the need to spread your words.

“All of them?” you asked, holding a hand out to him, which he took with more gentleness than he had ever thought himself capable of.

“Yes, my goddess, all of them.”

The new additions to your following were busy making themselves at home in the small encampment that had been created around your temple. The more people that joined you, the more space they needed. You did not mind. More followers made you feel more powerful. Not just in the sheer size of the group, but physically. The more people that believed in your power, the stronger you grew.

You were safely inside your temple, where you spent most nights now. The encampment was always busy and at times, you needed to be away from the chaos. To be with your thoughts, to be able to hear the words the flames spoke to you.

The bath you let yourself float in was large, spanning the backroom of your temple and kept hot and filled with numerous petals. Soft, swirling smoke from the burning incense filled the room and half clouded your form. Despite bathing, you were clothed in thin layers of sheer fabrics, just to avoid the chance of a follower seeing your nude form without permission.

You had not heard the door to your temple open, nor the soft thud of boots against the stone floor as Masema entered. One of few without permission to enter unannounced. It was, however, the first time he had entered while you were bathing. It was the clearing of his throat that made you turn to see him.

“Is there something you need?” you asked, as if you were not lounging in the steaming water.

You allowed yourself to float to the side closest to Masema, leaning on your arms and smiling up at him. The look on his face was priceless. Averting his gaze to everywhere but you, for the first time since he had joined your cause.

“You can look, you know. If anyone has earned that privilege, it is you, Masema.”

Only then did he look down. Taking in your wet figure, hair sticking to your skin and the sheer fabrics clinging to every dip and curve of your body. A smirk tugged at your lips when he licked his lips unconsciously at the sight.

“Do you want to join me? As a reward for being so…loyal?”

Masema had yet to utter a single word. You held out a hand, a gesture to show him you were serious. If anyone deserved something from you, it was him. None had been more loyal. None had sacrificed as much as he had. All for you.

It was the least you could do in return for such things.

He had never been as speechless as he was now. He had simply entered your temple to bring the news that the new followers were settled and preparing a small feast in your honour. And here you were, offering something so intimate to him.

“I need words, or I will take your silence as rejection,” you purred, gently wiggling your fingers causing small droplets of water to hit the stone below.

Masema blinked before finally speaking.

“Are you sure?”

His question was heavy with so many implications. Were you sure on him joining you, were you so certain of his loyalty to grant him something like this? Questions burned in his mind.

“I have never been more sure.”

That was enough to have him stripping down to no more than the linen trousers he tended to wear around the encampment, built for comfort over practicality or defence. And now it was your turn to stare in wonder. You may have been the one worshipped, but Masema was built like a god himself. Thick lines of muscle covered his torso, and you already felt the burning desire to touch every inch of him.

There were few times in your life that you had ever felt such intense emotions, but what you felt for Masema could have burned you from the inside.

As he made to remove the last piece of his clothing, you made a small show of loosening the tie at your neck. Letting the sheer fabrics float away from your body, leaving you as bare as he was. His eyes followed your every movement as he neared the edge of the pool you called a bath. You floated from the side as he slipped into the water, quietly hissing at the sheer heat you seemed to enjoy.

“Too hot for you?” you asked, making your way back over to him.

Masema chuckled, his skin tingling from the hot water, but it soon became a comfortable temperature.

“Truly made of fire, aren’t you…” he murmured, his voice echoing slightly in the bath chamber.

The tension was thick. It was not the first time you had been alone with Masema, but this was the most intimate it had ever felt. You could feel the weight of his gaze on you as you swam back over to him, the petals in the water swirling around you. He unconsciously backed himself against the wall, leaning back and resting his arms on the stone side. You did not hesitate to close the distance, pressing yourself against him while giving the chance to push you away.

“You truly are my most loyal of followers, you know, and I appreciate that,” you purred, waiting only a moment longer before you were sure he was comfortable with more.

Your hand trailed over his chest, dripping the hot water on his skin, and listening to him hiss just a little at the contact but he let you continue. His mismatched eyes never left yours, watching every movement you made.

“All I have done, is in your name…” he let his instincts take over as you explored his body.

Lips and teeth on his neck while your hands dipped beneath the water, trailing down the dips and contours of his body. Masema chewed his lip as pleasure began to take over. He had never imagined he would ever get this close, but he had pictured the moment night after night. Moaning out your name in the safety of his tent as he would fuck his hand.

“I would do anything for you.”

Those words. It was not the first time he had uttered them. Like a mantra, he would repeat them in the moments before he left to spread her words. But anything was a strong claim.

“Anything?”

There was a weight behind your words that had him groaning softly. Combined with the path your hands travelled, his mind was as hazy as the incense filled room. Confidence took him as one of his arms wrapped around your waist, pressing you harder against his body and letting you feel just how your touch affected him.

“Anything.” Masema responded, the tips of his fingers tracing patterns over your back.

Your hands travelled back up to his broad shoulders as your forehead rested against his. He could feel your breath on his skin, the sweet scent of your skin in his nostrils. Everything about had him intoxicated and the feeling of your skin on his only heightened those feelings.

His other hand caressed your hip, the softness of his touch making you close your eyes for just a moment. Your lips ghosting over his own, a single movement and he would kiss you.

“Would you burn with me?”

He did not answer with words, but with a heated kiss. Which you did not hesitate to reciprocate. Lips and teeth clashing as he poured everything, he felt for you into one kiss. His reverence, his desire, his love. No matter what happened, you were his. Whatever you gave him, he would take gladly. His arms wrapped around your waist and lifted you to one of the steps of your bath and quickly slipped himself between your parted thighs. Masema could think of nothing but you. How you would taste, how you would feel as he buried himself deep inside your warmth. And nothing would stop him from finding out. You did not stop him as his fingers parted your folds, the water and your own slick already giving him little resistance as he pushed them inside.

The moan received in response sent a wave of desire through his very soul and he was determined to hear it again and again. His pace was slow and purposeful, letting you feel every callous and ridge on his skin as explored you like he was mapping every inch.

“I would burn with you, I would burn the world to ash if you asked it of me,” he whispered into your neck as he matched the intensity of his kisses to the pace of his fingers.

You could feel the band in your belly tighten as your release seemed to hit you faster than ever before. Your hands found anywhere you could, his hair, his shoulders, as he fucked you through your climax.

“Masema…”

The sound of his name on your lips as you came was near enough to have him find his own release. But he needed to feel you, to bury his cock as deep as he could go and never leave. You were his goddess and he planned to worship every inch of you. As he pulled his fingers from your cunt, he growled at the heat that seemed to linger on his skin.

You had waited long enough, you needed him as much as he needed you. With a hand tight in his hair, now loose from its usual tie, you pressed your lips to his as you hooked a leg around his waist. There was no need for words, he knew what you wanted.

There was little gentleness now as he entered you, burying himself to the hilt with a deep growl into the crook of your neck. Your teeth bit down into his shoulder as he began to pound in and out of you. Your head dropped back, and your body was near limp as he found an intense rhythm. The flames in the room seemed to dance as you cried out his name, your pleasure and power filling the room.

“So good for me, so loyal to me…” you moaned, as he urged you back to lie down onto the stone below.

Masema could only grunt and growl in response, face buried between the wet swell of you breasts as he leaned over you. His thrusts slowed a little as he tried to savour the moment. The heat of the water seemed to sizzle around the two of you but neither of you noticed. The only thing that mattered was the feel of each other.

His thrusts became sloppy as he felt your walls clench around as you neared your second release. Nails dug into his back as he gripped your hips, the sound of skin slapping against skin lewdly filling your temple. A place of worship that had become a place of carnal pleasures.

“My goddess...my dragon…” Masema huffed into your skin as he rutted into a few more times before you felt the thick ropes of his seed coat your insides.

Your legs locked around his waist as he rested his face against your body. Your hands carding through his hair. His cock softening inside you, but he made no moves to slide out of you. You smiled softly as you heard him whisper,

“Let me burn with you.”

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