Page 34 of Close Encounters of the Hot Kind

He raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Touch me where, Aileen?"

I blush, but I hold his gaze. "Everywhere, Varak. I want to explore every inch of you."

He considers my request, then nods. "Very well. But remember, you're still under my command. You do only what I allow."

I nod eagerly, my body already aching with anticipation. "Yes, Varak. I understand."

He steps closer, his cock now inches from my face. I can see the ridges more clearly, the way they pulse slightly with his heartbeat. I reach out a tentative hand, looking up at him for permission.

He nods, and I wrap my fingers around his shaft. He's hot to the touch, the scales smooth but the ridges adding a delicious friction. I stroke him slowly, exploring the unique texture of his cock.

Varak groans, his eyes closing briefly. "That feels good, Aileen. Very good."

I smile, feeling a sense of power. I'm pleasing him, giving him pleasure. It's a heady feeling, and I want more. I want to taste him, to feel him inside me. But I know better than to rush things. Varak is in control, and I'm his to command.

And I wouldn't have it any other way.

I take Varak's cock in my mouth, my lips stretching to accommodate his unique shape. The ridges along his shaft create a sensation unlike anything I've felt before, a delicious friction that has me moaning around him. I'm not usually this bold, this eager, but Varak brings out a side of me I never knew existed. I want to please him, to make him feel as good as he makes me feel.

Varak groans, his eyes squeezing shut as I work my tongue along his length. His hands tangle in my hair, guiding me, but not forcing. He lets me set the pace, lets me explore. I can feel his body tensing, his breath growing ragged. I think he's close, so close.

But just as I'm preparing to take him all the way, Varak gently pushes me back onto the table. His palms slap onto my inner thighs, spreading me wide. His golden eyes lock onto mine, a hungry, primal look that sends a shiver down my spine.

"I need to be inside you, Aileen," he growls, his voice barely more than a rumble.

I nod, my breath hitching in anticipation. Varak positions himself at my entrance, the head of his cock teasing my folds. Then, with one powerful thrust, he's inside me.

I cry out, my back arching as he fills me completely. His ridges create a sensation that's almost too much, a pleasure so intense it's bordering on pain. But I love it. I crave it. I crave him.

Varak begins to move, his hips pistoning with a raw, animalistic passion. Each thrust sends me closer to the edge. I can feel every ridge, every contour of his cock as he slides in and out. It's intense, overwhelming, and it’s just the best thing ever.

"Varak," I gasp, my fingers clutching at the edge of the table. "Please, I need... I need to come."

He leans down, his forehead pressing against mine. His eyes are wild, his breath ragged. "Come," he commands, his voice a low growl.

And I do. I come hard, my body convulsing around him. Waves of pleasure crash over me, one after the other, each one more intense than the last. I'm screaming his name, my nails digging into his scales. It's too much, too intense. I'm drowning in sensation, lost in a sea of pleasure. And just when I think I can't take anymore, another wave hits, sending me spiraling into the abyss.

I collapse against Varak's chest, my limbs feeling like jelly. His scales are surprisingly smooth against my cheek, and his body radiates a comforting warmth that makes me want to melt into him completely. He wraps his strong arms around me, one hand gently stroking my hair while the other traces lazy patterns on my back.

His touch is so tender, so different from the passionate intensity of moments ago. He places a soft kiss on top of my head, and I try to form words, but my brain isn't quite working yet. The aftershocks of those mind-blowing orgasms still ripple through my body, leaving me capable of nothing more than contented sighs.

The city lights twinkle below us through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and I watch the moon's slow journey across the night sky. Time seems to stand still in Varak's embrace. I've never felt so safe, so cherished. His chest rises and falls steadily beneath me, his heartbeat a soothing rhythm against my ear.

As feeling gradually returns to my extremities and my breathing normalizes, a familiar heat begins to build in my core again. I shift slightly, testing my recovered strength, then rollover to straddle his hips. His golden eyes widen with interest as I grin down at him.

"Hey, tall, scaly, and handsome," I say, running my hands over his ridged chest. "You ready for round two?"

Varak's gentle caress on my cheek makes me shiver. His golden eyes hold such tenderness, even as his lips curve into a wicked smile.

"Oh yes," he purrs, his scaled fingers trailing down my neck. "But we're both going to have to wait."

"Why?" I pout, pushing out my lower lip in an exaggerated way. The afterglow of our lovemaking still tingles through my body, making me feel playful and bold.

"Because," he says, his hand disappearing beneath the table, "you still have one more punishment left for cumming without my permission."

The memory of my earlier disobedience makes me laugh, my head falling back. The sound of my own joy echoes off the glass windows surrounding us. Before I can bring my head forward again, something round and rubber pushes past my lips.

My eyes widen as I realize what it is - a ball gag. Varak secures it behind my head with practiced ease, his movements quick and precise. The smooth rubber fills my mouth, forcing it open, making speech impossible. All I can manage is a muffled "Mmph!"

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