I moaned against his lips, my hands finding purchase on his broad chest. His skin was smooth and firm, radiating heat like a furnace. As my fingers explored the ridges of his muscles, I felt a vibration beneath my touch, a strange power contained within physical form.
Azir’s tongue slipped past my lips, tasting of exotic spices and something otherworldly that defied description. As our tongues danced, I felt my consciousness expanding, as if the kiss was opening doors in my mind I never knew existed.
Images flashed behind my closed eyelids. I saw ancient temples, desert nights, bodies writhing in pleasure by firelight, and civilizations rising and falling like the tides. Thousands of years of memories, of experiences, of pleasures given and received.
When we finally broke apart, I was gasping for breath, my cock achingly hard. Azir’s eyes glowed brighter than before, and his smile was predatory.
“That was just a taste,” he promised, his voice deeper, richer somehow. “A mere appetizer before the feast.”
His hands slid down my body, leaving trails of tingling sensation wherever they touched. When his fingers wrapped around my cock, I nearly came on the spot. His touch was unlike anything I’d ever felt. It was warm and cool at the same time, firm yet impossibly gentle, as if he knew exactly how much pressure to apply to drive me wild without pushing me over the edge.
“Azir,” I gasped, my hips jerking involuntarily.
“Yes?” he purred, stroking me with maddening slowness. “Tell me what you desire, my savior. Tell me how to please you.”
“I... I want to feel you,” I managed to say between ragged breaths. “All of you.”
His smile widened. “As you wish.”
In one fluid motion, he lifted me out of the water as if I weighed nothing. He carried me to a large cushioned platform that had appeared along one wall, a bed that hadn’t been there moments before. He laid me down gently on silk sheets that felt cool against my heated skin.
Azir stood at the foot of the bed, magnificent in his naked glory. His blue skin glistened with droplets of water that caught the light like diamonds. His cock stood proud and thick, the gold ring at its tip gleaming enticingly.
“For three thousand years, I have given pleasure at the command of others,” he said, his voice resonating with power. “Tonight, I give it freely, by my choice, to the one who set me free.”
He crawled onto the bed with the grace of a predator, his movements fluid and purposeful. He hovered over me, his larger frame making me feel deliciously small beneath him. His eyes roamed my body with undisguised hunger.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, bending to kiss my neck. His lips blazed a trail of fire down my throat to my collarbone, then lower to my chest. When his mouth found my nipple, I arched off the bed with a gasp. The sensation was electric, like tiny bolts of lightning radiating outward from where his tongue swirled and teased.
“Fuck,” I moaned, threading my fingers through his dark hair. It felt like silk between my fingers, impossibly smooth and slightly warm.
“I’ve barely begun,” Azir whispered against my skin.
As he continued his journey downward, his hands roamed my body with expert precision. Every touch seemed to awaken nerve endings I didn’t know I had. When his fingers trailed along my inner thigh, my cock twitched in anticipation.
“Three thousand years,” he murmured again, his lips hovering inches from my aching erection. “Allow me to show you what I’ve learned.”
His tongue, longer than any human’s could be, snaked out to lick a hot stripe from base to tip. I nearly came off the bed, the sensation so intense it bordered on painful. Then his mouth enveloped me completely, taking me to the hilt in one smooth motion.
“Holy fuck!” I cried out, my hands fisting in the silk sheets. The heat of his mouth was otherworldly, and the way his tongue wrapped around my shaft defied anatomy.
Azir hummed with satisfaction, the vibration traveling through my cock and straight up my spine. His head bobbed with practiced ease, each movement calculated to drive me closer to the edge without pushing me over. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he pulled back, leaving me gasping and desperate.
“Not yet,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “I want to taste all of you.”
He flipped me onto my stomach with effortless strength, his large hands positioning my hips so that my ass was raised. I felt exposed and vulnerable, but in the most delicious way possible.
His tongue,that impossible tongue, traced the curve of my spine before dipping lower. When it found my hole, I buried my face in the pillow to muffle my shout. The sensation was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Hot, wet, probing, it breached me with gentle insistence, reaching places no human tongue could ever reach.
“Azir,” I moaned, pushing back against him shamelessly. “Fuck, that feels incredible.”
He gripped my ass cheeks, spreading them wider as his tongue delved deeper. I felt myself opening for him, relaxing into the intrusion that somehow stretched me without pain. My cockhung heavy between my legs, a trail of pre-cum dripping onto the sheets below.
When he finally withdrew, I whimpered at the loss. But then I felt something else pressing against me. Something much larger, much more insistent.
“I want to be inside you,” Azir said, his voice rough with need. “Will you allow me that honor?”
“Yes,” I gasped, beyond caring about anything except having him fill me. “Please fuck me.”