As you shed your clothes, Alara circles around you, taking in every inch of your muscular form. She reaches out to touch you, tracing a finger over the defined planes of your chest before running it lightly down your stomach and over the bulge at your crotch. "You're even more beautiful than I imagined," she breathes, her voice thick with lust.

With that, Alara drops to her knees before you, taking your cock in her hand and stroking it slowly up and down.

A flush spreads across Alara's cheeks at your words, but she doesn't resist as you pull her to her feet. She looks into your eyes with a mix of gratitude and desire, then reaches up to kiss you passionately once more. As their tongues dance together, Alara wraps her slender legs around your waist and grinds against you, moaning into the kiss.

Her body is warm and supple in your arms, and the feel of her breasts pressed against yours sends shivers down your spine.

You arch your back, eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure builds inside you like a storm gathering strength before breaking loose. With a hoarse cry, you come hard in her hand, hot seed spurting across her palm and fingers. She moans loudly as she feels your release, her own body tensing with the force of her own climax.

Finally, she collapses forward onto your chest, panting heavily as she regains control over herself once more. "Mmm," she whispers contentedly, "

that was... satisfying." She licks her lips slowly before looking up at you with hooded eyes. "Now," she continues in a voice that is almost sweet again, "you rest while I go tend to my duties... and plan our next meeting with the Queen." With one last caress of your cheek, she slides gracefully off the bed and disappears into the shadows, leaving you to ponder what it means for both of you.