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It almost distracted her from the pressure at the entrance of her pussy. The bulbous head of his cock pushing against her. She heard, distorted in the water, Serval groan as she hissed. He was large, and the sting of the stretch made her fingers clench into the soft sand as he sank into her slowly, his way eased by the slick his prime ovules were, even now, spreading between her legs.

The head finally popped past the ring of muscles at her entrance. She was panting now, bubbles rising in a steady stream from the breather as Serval paused for a moment. She heard him saying something but had no idea what it was.

She grabbed his ass, pulling against him, encouraging him to move without words. Stretching around his cock was pushing her body to its limits, but she absolutely loved it. She needed more. She needed to feel that girth deeper. She craved the ache of it.

Serval put both his hands on her thighs, pushing them up, out, stretching the tendons. Forcing her open for him, allowing him to slip a few inches deeper. She let out a delighted moan, digging her nails into his ass, rocking her hips up.

Then, she felt something stroking her down there.

Both of Serval’s hands were on her thighs. Keeping her spread for him. Those tentacles around his cock were wriggling in the water. As free as his olules. They caressed along her pussy lips. They pushed her open. The prime ovules began playing with her clit as another one ventured lower, following her crack, and pressing against her sphincter without gaining ground. The sting wasn’t as intense as it was from his olules, but it was enough to drive her mad.

Oh, and what a wonderful pressure.

Serval fell over her, laying her body against his. The movement hampered by the water. She whimpered, wondering how he would fuck her like this. Could he pound her like she craved, or would they have to seek the surface for that?

But then the exploring ovules suddenly became coordinated, and determined, in their movements as they began wriggling at her entrance. All of them. Digging. Pushing. Stretching her to a new extreme as she thrashed under Serval.

His arms went around her, keeping her still as they forced their way inside. It was incredible and painful, and she dug her nails into his sides, trying to pull him closer even as they were already plastered against each other.

The ovules forced their way inside her. They wrapped around the base of his dick, laying neatly against each other.

Then, they began to fuck her.

His ovules, unencumbered by the water, thrust in and out. Retreating until they nearly threatened to slip free, then slamming right back in. He was fucking her without moving. The wriggling tentacles pushed and stroked along her inner walls, teasing her in impossible ways as he built her pleasure into a hard, tightening knot in her belly.

He rested his face alongside hers, his olules stroking along her face. Stinging her neck, her cheeks, kissing her cheek, one of his hands running through her hair, grabbing her scalp. His prime ovules slid between their bodies and began circling, stinging her clit.

The completely unfamiliar sensations were quickly bringing her to an incredible orgasm.

Serval’s hips began jerking. Rocking into her with tiny thrusts that bounced his cock inside her as he groaned. His echoing voice rumbled through her as her nails dug into his back. Her groin began to tighten as her orgasm threatened.

The ovules suddenly changed their movement. They stopped thrusting into her and instead all plunged deep. They wrapped around the base of his cock, laying on top of each other, forming a thick, solid knot, locking him inside. He couldn’t move anymore, but the new, sudden stretch of the knot, the prime ovules rapidly flicking her clit, made her shatter. Her climax broke over her like a tidal wave, washing her away as her pussy clenched violently down on him.

Serval grunted, his body twitching as the heat of his cum filled her. She wasn’t worried about getting pregnant, not since she had her ovulation turned off when she had her language imprint done. She could enjoy the warmth of a deep, satisfying cream pie, all knotted up and stuck on him, without worry.

And it was a good one. Serval’s hips kept jerking, as though trying to get in deeper, as he grabbed her neck with his teeth – biting down until it stung, but not breaking the skin. His weight on her in the weightless underwater world was everything. The coolness of the water on her heated skin, the pressure of the ovule’ knot in her pussy, the tautness of his muscles as he rode out his own orgasm, were all completely perfect.

Chapter 26

Serval

Spirits below.

Even knowing what he should be expecting with a human as a mate, Serval still wasn’t prepared for just how good it felt to be inside his female. To be claiming her in his home oceans. To empty his balls into her. To feel her clenching around his cock and knot.

He wanted to fuck her again already. He wanted to pull her back to the surface where he could thrust into her at full power, not just using his ovules.

When he finally gathered the strength to lift himself off her, she nearly floated back up again, her body limp and languid. He chuckled, standing so that she could float freely. She just breathed, bubbles slowly, steadily escaping the breather, her body rising up towards the surface on its own.

Serval kicked off the sea floor and followed her up, swimming around so that he was at her back, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her against his chest just before they broke the surface. He took her breather and pressed the seal, pulling it off her face. It detached with a small pop. Serval kissed her cheek, causing Sophie to smile, resting her head against his.

The satisfaction of their interlude continued to warm his body as she relaxed into his arms and the gentle waves.

“Serval,” she called to him gently after some time.

“Hm?”

“I’m naked.”

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