"Ahn~ Ahn~ Why is it so… hard?" Neha said, moaning again. "Stop making it thicker! I'm having enough trouble as it is."
"Don't blame me now," Blaze replied, acting nonchalant. "You wanted the thick one, I gave you what I had. It ain't my fault you're having trouble handling it."
The sounds of feminine moans were heard through the woods, followed by quick gasps.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! I'm almost there! Push it harder!"
"You can't take all of my strength."
"Just do it!"
"Don't blame me later," Blaze said, putting all his strength into his waist as he did.
"Almost… Yes! Get back, let me blow on it!"
"It's all yours to do as you please."
Neha brought the thing closer to her mouth, gently blowing on it. She had to be precise. If it was slow, then they'd have to do it all over again, and if she blew too fast, the fire would get put out.
Fire? Yes, fire.
They were using Blaze's tendrils and Neha's itty-bitty strength to make fire the good old way.
