<strong>Hector Cobblepot, learning and exploring Valerie… with Valerie</strong><br/><br/>Hector was in heaven, or at least he was in his variation of it. With so many personalities in his head he had never been able to come to a solidified union on religion and so it had always been an abstract place where he found bliss. At the moment he would have simply offered to worship Valerie as a goddess for the pure pleasure that seemed to flow from everything she did. Damn her lovely flower of a pussy was intoxication and he doubted he would ever get enough of it.<br/><br/>His hears perked when he heard her voice and so he stopped, growing concerned that she was about to scold him. He had been too entranced with her nectar to have caught the words clearly and upon seeing the candle he was truly curious. Following he dancing light, he watched as she caused several drops of the molten wax to land upon her nipple and he nodded. He had often wondered about the application of hot wax to flesh and was quite pleased to have found someone that openly desired it.<br/><br/>Moving around to kneel at her side, he moaned when he took the candle and she quickly captured his throbbing cock in her hands. Good lord her hands were so soft and there was an innocence and curiosity to her touch that only aroused him further. Licking his lips, he found that his tongue was not so tangled anymore. Rather his voice was smooth and soft, perhaps lubricated from her delicious nectar. “Yes darling Valerie.”<br/><br/>The rough, paint-flecked fingers of his left hand cupped her breast, squeezing it gently as he held the candle in his right hand, keeping it over her flesh. Slowly he began to drizzle the hot wax upon her flesh, drawing a circle around her hard nipple. His smile growing, he dipped the candle, several drops of the hot wax splashing upon that little bud. Glancing at her, he leaned down and blew softly, his breath contrasting with the hot wax to tease her nerves and cause the wax to harden and cling to her.<br/><br/>Wanting to continue covering her lovely form with the wax and suspecting that she would be okay with it, he moved to hold the candle between her lovely breasts. Looking into her lovely eyes, he dripped a series of droplets between her breasts, down across the smooth expanse of her stomach and then drew a circle around her navel.<br/><br/>Feeling daring and knowing how sensitive her clit was, he reached down with his left hand, gently holding the soaked folds of her pussy apart to leave her clit exposed. Putting the candle into position, he turned to look into her eyes as she tipped the candle, several drops falling to splash their burning liquid against that tend little nub.<br/>