DISCLAIMER: Star Trek, Star Trek:Deep Space Nine and its characters are copyright Paramount and no infringement is intended. The story, such as it is, is copyright Karen Colohan May 1999.
Flowing water makes silvery trails over glistening grey skin. The lighting, diffuse in the steamy room, strikes random sparks from droplets collecting in the swirling patterns of scales. That play of light over muscles which alternately tense and relax in the labouring body fascinates the silent watcher.
Garak's head snaps back as a low moan presages the first deep stirrings of what promises to be a spectacular orgasm. The broad hand curved around the swollen length of his cock pumps faster as the Cardassian pleasures himself.
Images dance in Garak's mind to fuel the flames - laughing eyes, soft dark hair and slender golden limbs wrapping around him. It is enough... then too much.
Garak falls into the abyss. Intense waves convulse through him. His cock gives up its pearly seed in sharp pulses, coating his heaving belly for a moment before the water carries it away.
"Beautiful..." The caressing whisper surrounds Garak. "I love it when you come for me." Gold-skinned arms envelop him; his fantasy made flesh.
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