Weekly Dose of Lemon (Ember McLain) (Patreon)

A/N: This story is rated M for mature content not suitable for children.

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Chapter 1: Ember McLain

Danny Phantom Universe - Amity Park

The night air over Amity Park didn't just carry the usual chill of an impending ghost attack; it hummed with high-voltage electricity and thumping bass. Tens of thousands of screaming fans had packed into the outdoor arena, their voices chanting in a unified, hypnotized rhythm that shook the stadium's concrete foundations.

“Ember! Ember! Ember!”

On stage, bathed in blue spotlights and shrouded in thick synthetic fog, Ember McLain struck a thunderous power chord on her flaming glowing-green guitar. Her teal hair billowed in an unfurled aura of blue ectoplasmic flame, her dark lipstick curled into a triumphant, predatory smirk. Every scream from the crowd fed her power, surging through her veins like raw lightning. She was the undisputed queen of the night, manipulating the emotions of the crowd with every riff.

Then, breaking through the arena's wall of speakers, came a sound that didn’t belong to her band.

It was a deep, guttural roar, a mechanical growl that sounded like a tempest born in the depths of hell itself.

Over the outer wall of the stadium, a silhouette launched into the midnight sky. It was a custom, heavy-duty motorcycle forged from dark spectral steel and wrapped in writhing crimson-and-gold fire. Leaving a dual trail of scorching spirit-flame across the open air, the bike touched down on the upper rim of the stadium bleachers with a thunderous BOOM.

The rider swung his leg over the saddle, resting one gloved hand on the handlebars while embers drifted off his shoulders. He wore a worn, battle-scarred leather jacket over an orange-lined tunic, fitted black trousers, and heavy combat boots. Beneath a mane of spiky, sun-bright golden hair sat a pair of burning sapphire-and-orange eyes, framed by sharp, whisker-like facial marks that glowed with inner heat.

This was Naruto Uzumaki, the Spectral Rider. A rogue phantom born outside the authority of the Ghost Zone, feared by Walker’s guards and shunned by Pariah Dark’s remnant legions. He didn't serve anyone, didn't haunt towns, and sure as hell didn't answer to phantom kings. He rode where he wanted, burning through corrupt ectoplasm with hellfire that scorched the spirit down to its core.

The audience, too hypnotized to fully comprehend the intruder, cheered wildly, assuming the fiery biker was part of the stage production.

Ember, however, knew better.

She stopped mid-strum, her eyes locking onto the figure perched high on the bleachers. Ectoplasmic energy flickered around her guitar neck as she stared. She had seen every kind of ghost the Nether-realm had to offer, grotesque monsters, pompous warlords like Vlad Plasmius, and preachy heroes like the Phantom kid.

But this?

Naruto pulled back his leather collar slightly, smirking down at the stage with complete, unbothered confidence. He revved his engine once, sending a wave of warm, golden flame washing across the upper deck.

Ember’s heart, a heart that had been dead and frozen for decades, struck a violent, hammering thud against her ribs. Love at first sight didn't begin to cover it. It was an instantaneous, white-hot flash of pure, unadulterated lust. The sheer raw power radiating off him, mixed with that dangerous rebel charm, sent a tremor of heat directly down her spine.

“Who is THAT?” Ember thought, her breath catching in her throat as her fiery ponytail flared bright purple for a split second before returning to electric blue. “A ghost rider... absolute perfection.”

Without missing a beat, Ember adjusted her guitar strap, her glowing eyes locked onto Naruto's position. She changed the tempo of her performance entirely, abandoning her standard anthem to launch into a heavy, grinding, sultry guitar solo explicitly aimed up at the bleachers. Every note was heavy with subtext, pulsing with raw sensuality.

Naruto leaned back against his bike, crossing his arms over his chest, his golden whisker-marks dimming into a warm glow as he appreciated the show. He gave her a subtle, approving nod.

Ember bit her lower lip, her mind instantly shifting off conquer-the-world mode and onto a far more immediate target. She signaled her lead roadie, a hulking, three-eyed ghost lurking in the wings, and tossed a glowing, shimmering violet slip of parchment to him.

"See that blond biker up top?" Ember purred under her breath, never taking her eyes off Naruto. "Hand him this. Personally. Tell him if he isn't backstage in five minutes, I'll tear this stadium down myself."

The backstage dressing room was an extravagant storm of rock-and-roll excess. Neon blue neon signs shaped like glowing skulls hung from the dark walls, racks of spiked leather coats lined the perimeter, and massive amplifiers hummed with idle ectoplasmic current.

Ember kicked the door shut with her boot, tossing her guitar onto a velvet sofa. She paced the room like a caged panther, her heels clicking rhythmically against the hardwood floor. She adjusted her black tube top, running a hand through her flaming hair to make sure every strand was perfectly wildly styled.

Knock. Knock.

Two heavy thuds rattled the doorframe.

"It's unlocked, hotstuff," Ember called out, her voice dropping an octave into a low, smoky purr.

The door swung open, and Naruto stepped inside. Up close, he was even broader, taller, and infinitely more dangerous-looking than he had been from the bleachers. The scent of ozone, dark leather, and woodsmoke rolled off him in waves, completely overwhelming the artificial perfume in the room.

"Nice show," Naruto said, his voice a rich, low rumble that vibrated pleasantly in Ember's chest. He held up the VIP slip between two leather-gloved fingers. "Your big green guy said this got me past security. Though honestly, I usually just drive through walls."

"Security is for fans," Ember said, slowly stalking toward him with her hips swaying side to side. "You don't look like a fan, Rider."

"Name's Naruto," he replied, leaning back against the closed doorframe and crossing his arms, watching her approach with an amused, confident glint in his eyes. "And I don't usually do concerts. But your fire caught my eye from three miles back."

"Did it now?" Ember stopped just inches from him, looking up into his whisker-marked face. Up close, the heat radiating off him was intoxicating, not the freezing cold of standard ghosts, but a blazing, alive warmth. She reached out, her black-gloved fingers tracing the heavy leather lapel of his jacket. "You've got a lot of nerve barging into my domain, Naruto. Most ghosts in Amity Park flee when I hit the stage."

"I'm not most ghosts," Naruto smirked, tilting his head down so his breath brushed against her cheek. "And I don't run from a little flame. Especially when it looks as good as you."

Ember’s breath hitched. The bold compliment, delivered with absolute lack of hesitation, shattered whatever restraint she had left.

"Big words," Ember whispered, her glowing blue eyes darkening with intent. "Let's see if you can back them up."

She grabbed the collar of his jacket and yanked him down. Naruto didn't resist; instead, he caught her around her waist with one arm, pulling her body flush against his hard chest as their lips slammed together.

The kiss was instant, explosive electric heat.

Ember let out a muffled gasp against his mouth as Naruto takes total control of the kiss, his tongue sliding past her lips with possessive confidence. The contrast between her ectoplasmic chill and his searing hellfire created a sparkling, static spark between them that made her skin tingle from her toes to the tip of her scalp. Her hands tangled tightly into his spiky golden hair, pulling him closer, desperate to eliminate any space left between them.

Naruto lifted her effortlessly, her long legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her away from the door and pinned her gently against the heavy wood of her makeup vanity. Perfume bottles and guitar picks clattered to the floor, but neither paid them any mind.

"Damn, Rider," Ember panted, breaking the kiss for a fraction of a second, her cheeks flushed a bright, radiant violet as her flaming hair flared up in passion. "You move fast..."

"You called me back here, didn't you?" Naruto growled softly against her neck, biting gently at the sensitive skin right beneath her jawline, making her writhe against him. "Don't tell me the famous Ember McLain can't handle a little heat."

"Handle it?" Ember laughed breathlessly, arching her back as his gloved hands slid down to grip her hips tightly. "Honey, I am the heat. Now stop talking and take off that jacket."

The room melted into a haze of swirling blue and gold sparks. Naruto shed his heavy leather jacket, tossing it onto the floor, revealing the lean, dense muscle beneath his fitted shirt. Ember’s hands explored every inch of his shoulders and chest, marveling at the solid, tangible power he possessed. Unlike standard ghosts who felt light and intangible, Naruto was solid, warm, and overwhelming.

She peeled away her own leather gloves, tossing them aside, her long fingers digging into his back as their lips locked once again in a deep, hungry, desperate rhythm. Every touch sent a shockwave of pleasure through Ember's ghostly frame, her ectoplasmic energy humming in complete, harmonic resonance with his hellfire.

Naruto laid her back across the wide, plush velvet couch, stepping between her legs. His gaze was fierce, locked onto hers with absolute focus, his fiery aura flaring in sync with her quickening breaths.

"You're unbelievable," Naruto murmured, his hands tracing the line of her waist, sliding under the hem of her top.

"Show me," Ember whispered back, her voice thick with pure desire, her eyes glittering. "Show me what a Rider can do..."

The actions grew fierce, rapid, and deeply passionate. They moved together with an intense, rhythmic energy that matched the heavy beat of the music still echoing faintly through the floorboards from the stadium outside. Every touch was an exchange of raw power, Ember's wild, rockstar spirit clashing and blending seamlessly with Naruto's unyielding, fiery drive. Sparks of blue and orange light danced across their skin, illuminating the room in rhythmic, golden flashes.

Ember threw her head back, her fingers clutching at the cushions, a soft, breathless sound escaping her throat as Naruto drove her higher and higher, matching her intensity note for note, beat for beat, bringing them both to the absolute brink of incandescent ecstasy.

Meanwhile, outside the dressing room corridor, Danny Phantom slammed down onto the carpeted hallway in a crouch, his glowing green aura pulsing defensively.

"Alright, Ember! The show's over!" Danny declared to the empty hallway, holding up his glowing green fists. "I don't know what kind of hypnotic frequency you're broadcasting tonight, but I'm sending you straight back to Walker's prison or the Ghost Zone!"

Danny crept down the quiet VIP hallway, expecting a legion of mind-controlled security guards or monstrous ectoplasmic brutes. Instead, the hallway was deserted.

"Odd..." Danny muttered, scanning the doors. He stopped right outside Ember’s private suite.

He detected a strange energy signature reading on his Fenton Thermos, an overwhelming mixture of high-grade ectoplasm mixed with... thermal radiation? Hellfire?

"She must be powering up some kind of massive ghost-bomb in there," Danny concluded, nodding to himself with righteous heroism. "Not on my watch!"

Danny charged up two massive ecto-blasts in his hands, took a step back, and kicked the heavy double doors completely off their hinges with a dramatic CRASH!

"Freeze, Ember! You're going back to..."

Danny’s voice cut off instantly. The words turned into a strangled, squeaking wheeze in the back of his throat.

His glowing green hands immediately fizzled out. His jaw dropped so low it nearly hit the floor, and his eyes widened into massive, dinner-plate-sized circles.

There on the velvet sofa, thoroughly entangled in a chaotic, mid-action tangle of limbs, leather, and swirling orange-and-blue fire, were Ember McLain and a heavily-muscled, spiky-haired Rider.

Ember was straddling Naruto’s waist, her top partially tugged down, her face flushed dark purple, her hair burning a furious, embarrassed shade of bright pink. Naruto was leaning back against the armrest, completely shirtless, his fiery whisker-marks glowing intensely as he raised an eyebrow at the intruder.

Silence stretched over the room for three agonizingly long seconds.

"WHAT THE HECK, PHANTOM?!" Ember shrieked, her voice reaching a glass-shattering pitch as she grabbed a nearby throw pillow and hurled it with full ectoplasmic force right at Danny's face.

PAFF!

Danny took the pillow straight to the nose, stumbling backward out of the doorway into the hallway.

"I...I....Ember...he....you...." Danny stuttered hysterically, waving his hands wildly in front of his flushed face, his eyes darting anywhere except at the couch. "I thought you were building a weapon!"

"Does this LOOK like a weapon to you, you ghost-sucking brat?!" Ember roared, her blue flame flaring violently around her head as she stood up, quickly pulling her leather top back into place while glaring murder at the teenage hero. "Get the hell out of my dressing room!"

Naruto slowly sat up, resting his elbows on his knees. He looked over at Danny with a lazy, wolfish grin, a small thread of hellfire flickering between his knuckles.

"You got bad timing, kid," Naruto said, his voice deep and thoroughly unbothered. "Unless you want me to turn that thermos of yours into scrap metal, I suggest you phase yourself out of here. Fast."

Danny took one look at the towering, hellfire-covered Rider, then looked at Ember's murderous expression, and threw his hands up in complete defeat.

"Nope. Absolutely not. I don't get paid enough for this," Danny stammered, backing away rapidly down the hallway. "I'm going home. I'm going to sleep. I'm going to take a ghost-wipe memory pill, I sure my father has somewhere. Goodbye!"

Danny turned around and flew out through the ceiling at top speed, leaving a bright green streak behind him.

Inside the room, Ember let out an exasperated huff, crossing her arms over her chest as she turned back to Naruto. "Ruined the damn mood..." she muttered, stomping her foot.

Naruto chuckled, standing up from the couch in one smooth, liquid motion. He stepped up behind Ember, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her back against his chest, sliding his hands back down over her hips.

"Did he?" Naruto purred softly into her ear, his lips brushing her neck. "Felt like we were just getting started."

Ember’s scowl vanished in an instant, replaced once again by that sultry, wicked grin. She turned in his arms, wrapping her hands around his neck.

"God, I love a man with stamina," Ember giggled, pulling him back down toward the couch. "Lock the door this time, Rider."

Chapter End

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A/N: Danny intervened before Ember and Naruto could engage fully, so they only managed to have a bit of foreplay. Thank you all for your support, and see you next time!