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I rise from the floor, my body still humming with the afterglow of my release, and take Varnok's hand.

His grip is firm, yet gentle, and I marvel at the contrast between his strength and his tenderness.

I lead him toward the bedroom, my heart pounding with anticipation, but before we can make it, he sweeps me off my feet—literally.

With a playful growl, Varnok hoists me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, just as he did back on the derelict fueling station. The sudden change in position sends a thrill of excitement coursing through me, and I can't help but let out a surprised yelp followed by a fit of giggles.

He adds a couple of playful spanks to my upturned backside, each one a little harder than the last, and I squirm with a mix of shock and delight. The sensation is new, exhilarating, and it ignites a fresh wave of desire within me.

Var doesn't give me a chance to catch my breath. He plops me down on the bed with a grin, his purple eyes gleaming with mischief and hunger. I look up at him, my breath hitching as he begins to peel out of his Alliance uniform.

The armor-like material falls away, revealing the hard, muscular planes of his body.

His scales glisten in the soft light, their crimson hue reminiscent of a sunset on some far-off world.

Every inch of him is a testament to his warrior heritage, from the broad expanse of his chest to the powerful muscles of his arms and legs.

I take a moment to drink in the sight of him, my gaze lingering on the sharp angles of his face and the fierce pride in his eyes. I've never been with an alien man before, and certainly never with anyone who possessed the raw physicality that Varnok does.

And yet, despite his size and strength, I do not fear him.

I trust him implicitly, knowing he would never intentionally harm me.

There's a connection between us that transcends the brief time we've known each other.

It's as if some part of me has always known him, always recognized the warrior spirit that resides within his chest.

Varnok hooks his thumbs under the waistband of his undergarments and tugs them down, freeing his vakutan cock.

The initial shock of its alien nature quickly fades, replaced by a deep sense of rightness.

The heart-shaped head, the undulating ridges of scales, the raised ridge along the top of the shaft—it's all so perfectly Var, so perfectly designed to pleasure a woman.

I find myself anticipating the feel of him inside me, imagining the way those ridges will move and flex, increasing my pleasure tenfold. My core clenches at the thought, and a fresh wave of wetness floods my already drenched folds.

"You say nothing, but your gaze speaks volumes, Ms. Ambassador," Varnok rumbles, his voice a low, vibrating purr that makes my toes curl. "It pleases me that we are of a like mind."

I meet his gaze, my lips curling into a sly smile. "For a change," I tease, my voice husky with desire.

He throws his head back and laughs, the sound deep and rich and full of life. "Yes," he agrees, his eyes growing narrow with lust. "For a change."

Then, without warning, he pounces, his body covering mine in an instant. His weight is a welcome presence, pinning me to the bed with an ease that speaks to his strength. His lips crash into mine, stealing my breath away with the intensity of his kiss.

His tongue sweeps into my mouth, claiming me with a passion that leaves me reeling. I kiss him back with equal fervor, my hands roaming over the sculpted muscles of his back, tracing the lines of his scales.

The world seems to narrow down to the two of us, the air charged with electricity and raw, primal desire.

Var's touch is firm, confident, as he spreads my legs wide, revealing every inch of my most intimate places to his hungry gaze.

His hand traces a fiery path up my inner thigh, stopping just shy of where I need him most.

I can feel the heat emanating from his body, the hardness of his cock pressing against my wetness.

He teases me with the swollen head, rubbing it over my pussy lips with deliberate slowness.

Each pass sends shivers of pleasure coursing through my body, the ridges of scales along his shaft creating a sensation that is both maddening and exhilarating.

"Please, Var," I beg, my voice barely more than a whisper. My hands claw at the bedsheets, my body arching off the bed in a silent plea for more. "Fuck me. Please, I need you inside me."

A low growl rumbles in his throat, a sound that is equal parts amusement and arousal. "As you wish, Ms. Ambassador," he says, his voice thick with lust.

Then, with a single, fluid motion, he glides inside me.

The feeling is indescribable, a mix of fullness and pleasure that borders on pain.

His vakutan cock stretches me, filling me in ways I never thought possible.

I can feel the ridges around the crown of his cock undulating with each movement, stimulating every nerve ending within me.

I gasp, my body tensing around him as I fight the urge to come undone right then and there. It feels so amazing, so overwhelming, that I'm on the brink of orgasm from the insertion alone.

Var begins to thrust, his movements slow and steady. Each stroke is measured, deliberate, building up the intensity with an ease that speaks to his experience. He moves with a warrior's grace, his body in perfect sync with mine as he claims me with an intensity that leaves me breathless.

The pace quickens, his thrusts growing more powerful with each passing moment. He slams into me with such force that it drives the air from my lungs, leaving me gasping for breath. My body is a helpless bundle of orgasmic squirming, each thrust pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

And then I'm falling, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave. I cry out, my voice echoing off the walls as wave after wave of pleasure courses through my body. It's so intense, so all-consuming, that I can't think, can't breathe, can only feel.

Var shows no signs of slowing down. He continues to fuck me with a relentlessness that is both thrilling and terrifying. I'm dimly aware of the sounds of our bodies coming together, the wet slap of skin on skin, the soft, desperate whimpers that escape my throat with each powerful thrust.

I'm dimly aware of the sounds of our bodies coming together, the wet slap of skin on skin, the soft, desperate whimpers that escape my throat with each powerful thrust. I can feel another orgasm building within me, a sensation so intense that it borders on overwhelming.

"Var, I—," I manage to gasp out, my body trembling beneath him.

In response, he clamps his hand down on my throat, silencing my protests. His grip is firm but not painful, a clear assertion of his dominance. The action sends a jolt of arousal coursing through my body, the thrill of being so completely under his control heightening my pleasure.

He fucks me even harder, his hips pistoning against mine as he drives me relentlessly toward another release. I writhe and buck, my body fighting against the pleasure-pain that threatens to consume me. But there's no escape, no reprieve from the onslaught of sensation.

And then I'm coming again, my body convulsing beneath him as another powerful orgasm rips through me. My vision goes white, my ears filled with the sound of my own heartbeat as I succumb to the pleasure.

Var doesn't give me a chance to recover. With a strength that is both awe-inspiring and a little terrifying, he flips me over onto my belly. His hand comes down on my ass, the sharp sting of the spanking making me yelp in surprise.

"Stick it in the air," he commands, his voice a low, rumbling growl that sends shivers down my spine.

I do as I'm told, pushing my ass up into the air with shaky, rubbery legs. I'm exposed, vulnerable, but I trust him implicitly. I know that he will use his control to bring me pleasure, to push me to new heights of ecstasy.

Var grips my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he positions himself behind me. I can feel the swollen head of his cock pressing against my entrance, the anticipation making my heart race with excitement.

And then he's inside me once more, his cock filling me with a single, powerful thrust. The new angle allows him to go even deeper, the ridges along his shaft stimulating me in ways I never knew were possible.

He sets a brutal pace, his hips slamming against my ass with enough force to make the bed shake beneath us. Each thrust sends me spiraling closer and closer to the edge, my body a live wire of sensation and need.

I can feel another orgasm building, a sensation so intense that it's almost too much to bear. I claw at the bedsheets, my body tensing as I brace myself for the inevitable explosion of pleasure.

And then it's there, crashing over me with the force of a supernova. I scream his name, my voice breaking as I succumb to the most powerful orgasm of my life. My body convulses, my pussy clamping down around his cock as I ride out the waves of pleasure.

Var continues to thrust, drawing out my orgasm until I'm a boneless, quivering mess beneath him. Only when the last of the aftershocks have faded does he allow himself to find his own release.

With a final, powerful thrust, he buries himself deep inside me. I can feel his cock pulsing, his hot seed filling me as he finds his own release. The sensation is so intimate, so raw, that it brings tears to my eyes.

For a long moment, we remain joined, our bodies slick with sweat and wracked with the aftereffects of our lovemaking. Then, with a gentleness that belies his size and strength, Var withdraws from me and collapses onto the bed beside me.

I roll over to face him, my body still humming with the afterglow of our shared passion. His gaze meets mine, the intensity of his purple eyes making my heart flutter in my chest.

"That was... incredible," I breathe, my voice barely more than a whisper.

A slow, satisfied smile spreads across his face, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of pride and possessiveness. "Indeed," he rumbles, his voice a low. "And we are only just getting started, Ms. Ambassador."

With those words, he pulls me into his arms, holding me close as our bodies cool and our heartbeats return to normal. And as I drift off to sleep, safe in the arms of my alien warrior, I wonder if this flame is going to burn out fast or shine longer than the stars.