It was strange, how safe Dalek felt in Sajira's embrace. She was gentle, yet fierce and passionate at the same time – a perfect medley of softness and emotion. She placed her hand on his cheek, and smiled – and how could he not smile back? It had been, maybe hours ago, before he had finally given in to Sajira's heat, and in such a short amount of time, he felt changed – as if he was a whole different person. He wasn't sure how this could happen, or if this was just his mind playing tricks on him, but it was as if he had been sick before, and Sajira had cured him, miraculously.
With each thrust, he could feel himself coming closer and closer to his finish – it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep holding out like this. But she proposed for them to finish together, and the way she asked – well, how could she refuse? He grabbed her hips, pounding inside her quicker, with more vigor, whispering her name over and over again with each thrust. Her warmth – enveloping him, surrounding him – was almost too much to bear. Soon, he would be spent – he knew he wouldn't last for much longer, at this point.
She finished first, but he did not expect her sex to tighten the way it did – the pleasure it gave was enough to trigger his own orgasm. He came inside her, releasing his seed in her, not thinking about the consequences, too enwrapped in his own lust. It was the longest orgasm – and the best – he'd ever had; his entire body was set aflame with pleasure, until he couldn't take it anymore. He could hear Sajira nearly break the tree he had propped her up against, and was glad it hadn't fell, because at this point, he wouldn't have been able to care.
Spent, he wanted to collapse from exhaustion, but didn't. He breathed heavily though, trying to catch his breath, having never been put through such an exhausting experience such as this. Reluctantly, he pulled out of her, not wanting to leave her warmth, but he did so anyway. After seeing the aftermath of his messy orgasm inside her, it was only then that the thought of getting her pregnant came across his mind, but no, that couldn't happen. He wasn't sure if it was even possible – for a human and a naga to have a child.
He looked up at her, and took her hands in his, and said what he could only think before, over and over again. "Sajira..." he started, as he always did, loving the sound of her name. "You are beautiful," he said – simply, but with urgency, as if he was afraid he would forget to tell her such an important thing. "I..." he began, but again, she had stolen his tongue, and maybe even his soul. So he kissed her again, but it was filled with all the feelings he felt for her – a kiss not of lust, but of something else. He wasn't sure what that something else was...
