Page 60 of Close Encounters of the Hot Kind

Varak stands behind me, his presence a tangible heat at my back. He leans over, placing his compad in front of my face. A holographic display flickers to life, and I blink, taking in the scene. It's us—a vivid, 3D recording of Varak and me, our bodies entwined in a passionate dance.

My breath hitches as I watch myself on the hologram, bent over, Varak's powerful form behind me. The vibrators return to torment me. The sight of us together, combined with the intense sensations coursing through my body, pushes me to the brink. I can feel the orgasm building, my body tensing with anticipation.

Just as I'm about to tumble over the edge, Varak turns off the vibrators. The sudden absence of stimulation is like a bucket of cold water, leaving me panting and desperate. "I hate you," I say, but there's no real heat behind it. It's a playful protest, a part of our game.

Varak leans down, his lips brushing against my neck. His teeth graze my skin, sending shivers down my spine. He bites my shoulder, not hard enough to hurt, but just enough to drive me wild. My body screams for release, every nerve ending sparking with need.

"Varak," I whisper, my voice a mix of plea and demand. I can feel his smile against my skin, a wicked curve that promises so much more. This is our dance, our game of give and take.

Varak unties the bindings around my legs, but leaves my wrists securely fastened behind my back. Before I can evenblink, he lifts me into the air as if I weigh nothing. A laugh escapes my lips, a mix of surprise and delight. I've never felt so light, so free. He sets me down gently on his lap, facing him. His golden eyes gleam with a challenge, and I can't help but smirk back.

"Alright, little delicacy," he says. "Let's see you get on my cock."

I wiggle my eyebrows, accepting the challenge. "You're on, big guy."

With my hands tied behind my back, I wriggle and shift, trying to maneuver myself into position. It's not easy, but the struggle is part of the fun. Varak watches me, a smug smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He knows I can do it, and he's enjoying the show.

I manage to lift myself up, balancing on my knees on either side of his thighs. I can feel the heat of his cock, throbbing and eager, just beneath me. I bite my lower lip, concentrating as I try to lower myself onto him. It's a tricky balancing act, but I'm determined.

Varak's hands grip my hips, steadying me. His touch is firm, guiding but not controlling. He lifts me just enough to make the angle right, and then I'm sliding down onto him, inch by delicious inch. The sensation is electric, a jolt of pleasure that makes me gasp.

"There you go," Varak murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "You're doing so well, my sweet."

I let out a shaky breath, my body adjusting to the feel of him inside me. It's intense, overwhelming, and I love every second of it. I meet his gaze, a triumphant smile on my lips. I did it. I took his challenge and I won.

I bounce up and down on Varak's lap, my breath hitching with each thrust. Pleasure builds, crests, and crashes over me in relentless waves. I cry out, my body convulsing as I cum againand again. Varak's grip on my hips tightens, his golden eyes locked onto mine. He thrusts up, meeting my descent, and with a guttural groan, he comes inside me, filling me with his hot seed.

Exhausted, I collapse against his chest, panting. Varak's powerful arms wrap around me, holding me close. He stands, lifting me effortlessly, and carries me to the bedroom. He lays me down on the bed, untying the belt from my wrists. I stretch out, feeling satisfied.

Varak climbs onto the bed, his golden eyes gleaming with desire. He grabs a handful of my hair, using it as leverage as he takes me from behind. Our bodies move in perfect sync, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. I moan, my fingers gripping the sheets as he drives into me, his pace increasing.

We move together, our bodies united in a search for perfect synchronicity and sheer ecstasy. And we find it. I scream his name as I cum again, my body shuddering with the intensity of my orgasm. Varak thrusts deep one last time, his own release echoing through him.

We collapse onto the bed, our bodies slick with sweat. Varak pulls me into his arms, his heart pounding against my back. I feel safe, content, and utterly loved.

"I love you, Aileen," he murmurs.

I smile, snuggling closer to him. "I love you, too."

He kisses the top of my head, his arms tightening around me. "I have a surprise for you," he says. "We're taking a trip to Tokyo next week."

I turn in his arms, my eyes wide with excitement. "Really? That sounds amazing!"

He grins, eyes full of happiness. "And I have a surprise for you," I say, my heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

He raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk on his lips. "Oh, really? And what might that be?"

I take a deep breath, my smile widening.

"I'm pregnant."

CHAPTER 20

VARAK

The collar pinches my scales. These human formal garments rival Vakutan battle armor for sheer discomfort. At least armor serves a purpose. This contraption just makes me look pretty.

"Sir, your heart rate indicates elevated stress levels." Teletran's voice chirps in my ear piece.

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