In an ancient brothel in the middle of the desert, under a starry night and with a grand view of the dunes, she was pressed against the body of her client, a large reptilian, doing her job. "Aah... You are liking the service, master... ¡Aah!" whispered Azira with a breathless voice, who was on top and with her back to the great beast, satisfying him.
The purple light from the brothel's lamps reflected off the sweaty and perfectly sculpted skin of Azira, the strongest human to ever step foot on those burning sands. Every single one of her muscles tensed with power as she moved her hips with a wild and hypnotic skill, a rhythm that only she was capable of maintaining from that position on the wide leather sofa. Beneath her firm body lay Kaelath, the colossal reptilian god whose imposing presence completely dominated the room. His thick, scaly hands gripped the woman's thighs, digging in with a mixture of brutality and contained adoration.
—You are a fascinating creature, Azira —Kaelath growled, his deep voice making the walls of the venue vibrate—. No other mortal would have withstood my weight, nor would they have dared to tame me like this, turning their back on me with such audacity.
Azira let out a panting laugh, a sound loaded with pure provocation that echoed through the dim light. She knew perfectly well the power she held over that deity of the desert by denying him a direct look and forcing him to contemplate the impressive musculature of her tight back. She arched her torso backward, letting her short dark hair brush against Kaelath's broad pectorals while she increased the speed and depth of her movements, guided by instinct. The contrast between the rough, armored texture of the reptile's chest and the burning skin of the human created an unbearable friction, raising the bedroom temperature to suffocating levels.
—¡Aah... Kaelath...! —she moaned, her eyes fixed on the window, contemplating their reflection outlined against the vastness of the dunes—. I am not just any human... and you know it.
The reptilian god exhaled a hot breath, surrendering completely to the relentless sway of the woman's hips, which moved with milimetric precision on his lap with her back to him. To the inhabitants outside he was an untouchable being, a living myth; but in the secrecy of that oasis of sin, Azira was the only one dictating the rules, subduing the deity with her carnal magnetism and her descomunal strength.
The tension in the room became almost solid. Azira's moans of pleasure intensified, echoing against the glass illuminated by the moon outside. Kaelath, losing the last vestiges of his divine self-control, stretched his long scaly arms to encircle her waist with implacable firmness, roughly pulling her toward him to guide the climax with heavy, deep thrusts from behind. Azira leaned forward, placing her hands firmly on Kaelath's knees for stability, sinking into the pleasure as the ecstasy dominated her and tore spasms of pure delight from her.
With an ancestral roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the desert, Kaelath reached his limit, releasing all his power and warmth deep inside Azira, flooding her completely while she collapsed backward against his broad, scaly chest, trembling in full orgasm.
They both stayed there, sunk into the spacious sofa and joined in the darkness after the suffocating encounter, listening only to the sound of their heavy breathing while the desert wind continued to shape the dunes outside, oblivious to the storm of passion that had just occurred within those walls.
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