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“No. It is a good idea. I should have thought of it first.” He stepped back. “I’ll let you get comfortable. I’ll be back in about a mark to collect you so we can eat. Alright?”

“Sure. Thanks.”

Serval showed her how to use the intercom system of the ship to call him if she needed something – there was nowhere in the ship he could go that he wouldn’t hear her. He told her that he bought her a combot for her to use – which was like a fancy, floating cellphone thing that he demonstrated using his own as an example. He promised he’d set it up and teach her how to use hers later.

After that, he left the room, leaving her by herself. He turned back, keeping his eyes on her as long as possible as the doors slid closed behind him – which they did in a spiral kind of pattern, individual segments sealing together like a flower closing.

Sophie bit her lip, turning to look at her new room. All hers. Just like he was all hers. Or he was supposed to be. She wasn’t sure how she felt about claiming a guy so immediately…

But…

Sophie’s eyes lowered as her heart pounded, thinking about him.

Serval was really hot. She really liked him. Even though he seemed pretty standoffish, he had still been thoughtful enough to prepare a whole room for her. He had overseen the transfer of her luggage onto his ship. He was asking her for permission without assuming anything.

A gentleman. An aquatic alien in a rounded spaceship.

She was really into it.

Chapter 6

Serval

Cursing violently and elaborately in Urvu, the deepsea language of his people, Serval rested his head down on his hand, against the shower wall, as he tugged roughly at his cock. The cleansing mist made his body slick as it fell over him.

Sophie’s beautiful face, her bright smile, was burned into his head.

Humans were already so sexual. This female that was apparently his mate was the most beautiful, sensual creature he’d ever seen. All soft curves, from her hair to her body to her little feet in her elevated shoes. Stunning. Soft. Absolutely sweet.

Hech, how was he supposed to mate her?

His olules would sting that soft, delicate flesh so badly. Not to say anything about the ovules around his cock that, even now, were reacting in a desperate urge to grasp his female. They would sting too, but in a much more sensitive place.

But he wanted her. He longed to let his ovules twist around his cock, forming a knot at the base inside her, locking her to him, while the longer, prime ovules…

He didn’t know what they would do. She wouldn’t have avules for them to entwine with. But he could still lock the smaller ones around the base of his cock inside her as he flooded her womb while she screamed in ecstasy.

Hech, she was so pretty. And she was his.

Serval groaned as he came, seed spurting against the shower wall. It was a relief, but it was unsatisfying and, even after the last drop oozed out, he was still hard. Still hungry for his female that was currently living in his room.

His ship was big, and he had two rooms, but when it came time to make up the guest room, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He wanted his mate in his space, and when he saw her there for the first time, he knew he had made the right decision. The smaller guest room, where he had moved his belongings, would serve him well enough until he moved back in.

With her.

His female. Sleeping in his bed.

He cursed again, cock throbbing.

His ovules thrashed in the air, searching for his female. The shorter ones encircling his cock, the ones that swelled and wrapped around the base of the shaft to form a knot, had already unraveled, not being locked in anything. The two longer, prime ovules weaved in the air, searching for their mates. Not that his human female would have them.

His ovules were smaller than the ones on his head, but they were the same type of flesh. From the sensitivity to the color to the fact that they were stinging. To an allowee female, it wouldn’t matter at all. His species were immune to their sting.

But it was well known that any allowee that mated a different species could not touch them with their olules or their ovules.

There was a procedure, of course. He could have his ovules removed, and simply make sure his olules were always bound around her. The procedure wasn’t painful, not with modern medical science. He technically didn’t need them. His prime ovules did secrete a fluid for lubrication, but he was fairly certain human females were self-lubricating, and even if they weren’t, they could purchase lube. And the knot was useful in fertilization, but not necessarily required – especially if he was fucking his female out of the water. The knot was there to plug his female if they were in the ocean preventing water from washing his seed out. But she couldn’t breathe underwater, so that wasn’t a problem either.

But that still meant he would need to remove parts of his body for her safety.

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