"Undergarments," I explain, heat rising to my cheeks despite my bravado. "Fabric humans wear beneath their clothes to cover their sex.”
A low hiss escapes him, his eyes flashing with renewed intensity. "You will never wear such barriers between us," he declares, the command softened by the reverence with which his gaze travels over my exposed lower half. "Nothing should ever separate me from this treasure between your legs."
His hands skate to my knees, gently but insistently pressing outward, opening me to his gaze. I should feel vulnerable, exposed like this at the edge of a pool in this subterranean garden. Instead I feel powerful, desired, watching the expression of pure hunger that crosses his features as he looks upon me.
"Beautiful," he breathes, leaning closer. His hands urge me forward until I'm perched at the very edge of the stone ledge, my center exposed and accessible. "I crave you, Ashira. Crave tasting your essence, feeling you come undone against my tongue."
Before I can respond, he leans forward, his tongue flicking out to scent me. The gesture is more serpentine than human, reminding me of his dual nature in a way that sends a wicked thrill through me. I watch, transfixed, as he positions himself between my splayed thighs, his broad shoulders keeping me open for him.
The first touch of his tongue against my sex sends lightning through my veins. I gasp from the dual sensation. Blistering hot yet velvet soft, the forked tip tracing my folds with devastating precision. He explores me like uncharted territory, each deliberate stroke discovering secrets my body didn't know it held. When he finds that perfect spot, my breath catches in mythroat and my hips rise involuntarily toward his mouth, silently begging for more of that exquisite pressure.
I arch back, bracing myself on trembling hands to witness him devouring me. His molten gold eyes never leave mine as his forked tongue parts my slick folds, each deliberate stroke sending electric pulses up my spine. I revel in the sight of his powerful body between my thighs, of scales gleaming with moisture, of muscles tensed with restraint. When he growls against my most sensitive flesh, the vibration alone nearly shatters me.
I surrender completely, falling back against the cool stone as waves of pleasure radiate through me. My fingers twist into his thick auburn hair, anchoring him between my thighs where his tongue works magic. When I tug sharply, he rewards me with a primal growl that vibrates against my swollen flesh, the sensation so exquisite I cry out. My calves slide against the hard scales of his shoulders, the foreign texture a thrilling reminder of what he is and I am not.
"Varok," I gasp, my voice breaking as his forked tongue finds that perfect spot. The dual points flicker in perfect unison, circling and teasing until my hips buck involuntarily. "Right there—don't stop?—”
His molten gold eyes flash up at me, hungry and triumphant. His powerful hands grip my trembling thighs, spreading me wider, holding me open for his feast. Cool mist from the waterfall drifts across my feverish skin, droplets gathering between my breasts, making me shiver even as heat builds relentlessly at my core.
Each deliberate stroke of his tongue winds the tension tighter. The wet sounds of his devotion mix with my breathless moans, echoing off stone walls. I'm shameless now, grinding against his mouth, chasing the release that hovers just beyond reach. My fingers clench in his hair, directing him with aboldness I never knew I possessed, showing him exactly how to unravel me completely.
The world shatters around me. My spine arches like a drawn bow as pleasure detonates through my core, radiating outward in molten waves. Stars burst behind my eyelids. I'm dimly aware of my own cries echoing off stone as his forked tongue continues its merciless devotion, each flick against my swollen flesh extending my climax until I'm nothing but raw sensation. When I finally collapse against the cool stone, my chest heaves with desperate breaths.
He rises between my trembling thighs, my essence gleaming on his scales where it's dripped down his chin. His molten gold eyes lock with mine as he deliberately licks his lips, savoring me. The naked hunger in his gaze makes my sex clench with renewed desire despite my body's exhaustion.
"Your taste," he growls, voice like velvet dragged over gravel. "Sweeter than any delicacy in our realm. And I intend to feast until you're begging me to stop—and then begging me for more."
Varok's hands slide beneath my thighs as he straightens, lifting me effortlessly from the stone ledge. My body still pulses with aftershocks of pleasure, hypersensitive and languid, yet somehow hungry for more. His scales rasp pleasantly against my bare skin as he pulls me against him, the heat of his body a stark contrast to the cool stone that supported me moments ago. I feel boneless, malleable, as though the release he gave me has melted my very bones.
"Wrap your legs around me," he instructs, his voice a low, rough command that sends renewed heat spiraling through me.
I comply eagerly, my thighs encircling his midsection, ankles locking behind his back where scales meet flesh. The position presses my core against the hard planes of his abdomen, creating delicious friction that rekindles desire despite myrecent climax. My arms loop around his neck, fingers tangling in the thick auburn strands of his hair.
His eyes meet mine, burning with an inner light that seems to grow brighter with his arousal. One hand supports my weight while the other pulls my tunic off over my head to leave me fully exposed where our bodies meet.
I feel him shift beneath me, the powerful muscles of his serpentine body adjusting our position with fluid grace. Something thick and hot probes between my legs—not human shaped but undeniably male, and heavily ridged along its length. The forbidden feel of him sends a thrill of both trepidation and excitement through me.
"Look at me," Varok commands softly as he positions himself at my entrance.
I obey, locking my gaze with his. In one powerful, controlled movement, he enters me completely, sheathing himself to the hilt in a single thrust that steals the breath from my lungs. A choked sound escapes me—not quite pain, but the overwhelming fullness of taking his impressive length and girth all at once. The stretch is exquisite, bordering on too much yet somehow exactly what I need.
He stills within me, giving me time to adjust. Through our bond, I feel his pleasure echoing my own—the tight heat of my body gripping him, the way I pulse around him with each rapid beat of my heart. The dual awareness is dizzying, intensifying every sensation.
When he begins to move, it's with a controlled power that makes me gasp. Each thrust lifts me slightly before gravity brings me down to meet him, creating a rhythm that sends sparks of pleasure radiating outward from where we're joined. My fingers dig into the scales of his shoulders, seeking purchase as the intensity builds.
"You feel like fire," he growls against my throat, his breath scorching my sensitive skin. "Like velvet flames wrapped around me, pulling me deeper."
His words send a fresh wave of arousal through me, slickening my passage further as he increases his pace. One hand slides up my back beneath the tunic, supporting me as he bends his head to my chest. With ease, he pushes the fabric higher, exposing my breasts to his hungry gaze.
"Perfect," he murmurs before taking one nipple into his mouth.
The wet heat of his mouth combined with the slight scrape of fangs against my sensitive flesh draws a cry from my lips. He suckles strongly, his tongue circling the hardened peak in counterpoint to the steady rhythm of his thrusts. The dual stimulation is overwhelming, pleasure building upon pleasure until I can barely distinguish where one sensation ends and another begins.
Through it all, he watches me—those burning eyes tracking every expression that crosses my face, learning what brings me the greatest pleasure. When he switches to my other breast, the cool air on my wet, sensitized nipple creates a sharp contrast that makes me arch against him, driving him deeper still.
I'm climbing rapidly toward another peak, the coiling tension in my lower belly winding tighter with each thrust. My world narrows to the points where our bodies connect—his mouth on my breast, his length pulsing inside me, his scales rasping against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. Each sensation builds upon the last until I'm trembling on the edge of release.
"Let go for me, Ashira," he urges, his voice rough with need. "Let me feel you come apart around me."
