Page 52 of Naga General's Mate

Brivul seemed to sense her unease, his touch becoming even more gentle as he explored her body. His hands roamed over her curves with a tenderness that belied their strength, each caress a question, a request for permission.

“Is this okay?” he asked, his breath hot against her skin.

She nodded, her voice caught in the tightness of her throat. His fingers traced the contours of her large breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples until they pebbled under his touch. A soft moan escaped her lips, the sound surprising her with its need.

Brivul’s eyes flicked up to meet hers, a silent check to ensure she was still with him. Encouraged by her response, he lowered his mouth to her breast, his long tongue flicking out to taste her. The sensation was electric, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core.

Mila’s fingers threaded through his hair, her body arching into his touch. His scales were cool against her heated skin, a contrast that only heightened the intensity of his ministrations.

“Brivul,” she gasped.

He released her nipple, his gaze once again meeting hers. “Tell me what you need,” he said, his voice laced with desire.

She blushed, suddenly shy. “I… I don’t know,” she admitted.

A soft chuckle rumbled in his chest. “Then let’s explore it together,” he said, his hand drifting lower, tracing the line of her hip before dipping between her thighs.

Mila’s breath hitched as his fingers found her center, the heat of his touch igniting a fire that threatened to consume her. His movements were slow, deliberate, each stroke designed to draw out her pleasure.

She clung to him, her body moving in sync with his rhythm. The world around them faded into nothingness, leaving only the two of them and the exquisite sensations that danced along her nerve endings.

“I want you to come for me, Mila,” Brivul whispered against her ear, his voice a command that her body could not ignore.

With a cry, she shattered, her body convulsing with the force of her release. Brivul held her through it all, his arms a safe haven as she rode the waves of her climax.

As the tremors subsided, Mila found herself wrapped in Brivul’s embrace, her head resting against his chest.

Brivul’s voice, deep and resonant, washed over her. “This is just the beginning,” he promised, his words igniting a fresh spark of anticipation within her.

He lifted her from the couch, her naked body cradled against his chest. The world around her blurred as he carried her across the room. The soft rustle of silk sheets against her skin as he laid her on the bed was a sensual prelude to what was to come.

Mila’s heart raced, her breaths shallow as she watched him, his eyes alight with a hunger that both thrilled and unnerved her.

Positioning himself between her legs, Brivul looked up at her, a silent question in his gaze. She nodded, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and desire.

His tongue, long and supple, flicked out, tasting her with a reverence that made her feel worshipped. A soft, surprised gasp escaped her lips as he began to lap at her, his movements slow and deliberate. The sensation was unlike anything she had everexperienced, a delicate dance of pleasure that left her aching for more.

“Brivul,” she whispered, “that feels amazing.”

He responded with a hum of satisfaction, the vibration sending shivers through her. His pace increased, the pressure of his tongue growing firmer as he sought to coax her toward the edge once more.

Mila’s fingers tangled in the cool silk sheets, her body arching instinctively toward the source of her bliss. His scales, contrasting with the heat of his mouth, added an extra layer of sensation that heightened her arousal. She was adrift on a sea of pleasure.

She felt another orgasm building within her, a tightening coil that threatened to snap at any moment.

“I’m… I’m…” she stammered, her body tensing as the first tremors of her release rippled through her.

With a final, intense flick of his tongue, he sent her spiraling over the edge. Mila cried out, the sound echoing off the walls as her body convulsed with the force of her climax. She was lost in ecstasy.

As the waves of her orgasm began to ebb, Brivul gently withdrew his tongue, his lips glistening with the evidence of her desire. He crawled up the bed to lie beside her, his eyes gleaming.

Mila turned to face him, her body still thrumming with the aftershocks of her release as she reached out to trace the line of his jaw.

Mila felt the heat of Brivul’s gaze as he looked upon her. The thin silk of his robes did little to conceal the firm evidence of his desire, and a nervous flutter danced in her stomach at the sight of it.

He untied the sash of his robes, letting the silken fabric fall away to reveal his naked form. Mila let out a soft gasp as she took in the sight of him. His blue scales gleamed in the soft light, and the sight of his large, throbbing members made her heart race.

“It’s… they’re big,” she whispered, her eyes wide.

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