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The white Risian sand beneath you appears almost orange in the sunset, the blue ocean turned glass-green. Even though night is quickly descending, the heat is still such that sweat beads to your naked skin.
The twin suns sat low on the horizon are not the only thing bringing a flush to your cheeks, however.
Out in the waves swims your beloved, He, like you, is naked. He doesn’t believe in swimwear, and that suits you just fine. The irony that the leader of the Obsidian order prefers to swim with all he has lain bare for the world to see is not lost on you.
The idea that he, at any time, could emerge in full glory, and take you however he pleases, brings a hitch to your breath. “Oh, Enabran…” you mumble, your hand wandering towards your already moistening entrance. You sink two fingers into yourself, breathing out a needy sigh as you watch your beloved crest above the waves. His advanced age and proclivity for indulgences haven’t taken away from his ability to perform, both in the water and…other recreational activities. The water on his scales shimmer in the low light as he breaches the water, his head flung back, exposing the long, elegant ridges on his neck. His eyes land on you, and darken.
You quickly pull out your fingers, embarrassed at having been caught, but as Enabran begins to come ashore, you feel yourself only becoming wetter.
“Started without me, have you?” He asked, voice heavy with hunger. “How very impatient of you.”
“Tain,” you say, the word coming out with more of a whining edge than you had intended. “I need…I need you.”
Enabran chuckles. “I can see that. Look,” he gestures down to his ajan. Standing proudly at attention between his lips was his girthy, dripping sotl. “You made me evert, my dear. What’s to be done about that, hm?”
“F…fuck me, Enabran.” You pant breathlessly, hand attempting to return to your entrance, only to have his clawed fingers wrap around your wrist. Not enough to hurt, but enough for you to know exactly who is in charge.
“None of that now, my dear, he murmured, tongue flicking out to scent the air. “By the State, you smell divine.” He lowered himself down until his head was level with your entrance. “Sssssssso wet for me.” He purred, a little of his Kardassi accent coming out. “You wouldn’t begrudge a man a taste of his favorite delicacy, would you?”
No. You wouldn’t.
