Page 51 of Mated on Live

She didn’t know what they would do, but everything she imagined was enticing.

And she was hypnotized by the way Serval’s hand moved up and down his shaft. Jerking it rapidly in response to the speed of her fingers working inside her as she ground her palm against her clit. Both of them staring, enraptured by the other.

“Faster,” Serval snarled, his grip tightening, throttling his cock as his precum, thicker than she would have expected, dripped down. It dribbled onto her hand, the one working between her legs, as he adjusted his grip on her ankle, resting it on his shoulder, within reach of his olules as they thrashed in the air. They began stinging her toes, the sole of her feet, and it was such a sweet, harsh rush of pain and pleasure that she cried out, struggling against his grip.

He didn’t let her go. She didn’t want him to.

More precum hit her hand, her working fingers. He was aiming it there, she realized. Mingling with her juices, lubricating the thrusting of her fingers.

Serval began grunting, his hips thrusting into his own grip, and she realized what was happening just as his ovules suddenly changed their motions. They stopped wriggling and searching and suddenly wrapped around the base of his shaft, laying alongside each other, forming a thick knot that was pulsing and throbbing in rippling waves.

Just imagining that thing inside her, the way it would plug her up and pulsate just inside her pussy, made Sophie cry out as her orgasm slammed into her, breaking her apart. The waves of pleasure rushed through her as her hips jerked and shuddered in the air, searching for him.

Serval grunted, his own body going tight as he grabbed the ovule knot and squeezed as he stroked his cock to an explosive finish. Thick, hot lashes of cum splashed against her fingers, coating her hand and her pussy, as he came all over her.

It was more viscous than she expected, warmer, and she could swear it left a tingling on the soft, inner flesh of her pussy as she slowly thrust her fingers through her ebbing orgasm, spreading it further. Pushing it inside her.

Serval watched her do it with a dark, approving look in his eyes.

“Lick your hand clean,” he ordered, finally lowering her leg so that they were spread open on his thighs, the air cold against her messy pussy.

She did as he commanded, bringing her wet, sticky fingers to her mouth and licking, sucking on them slowly as she kept her eyes on him. She tasted the familiar, slightly salty tang of her own juices, but more than anything, she tasted the musky, masculine salt of his cum. Spreading across her tongue, filling her mouth, making her belly clench in longing as she imagined trying to spread her lips wide enough to take that shaft in her mouth. In her throat.

Serval let out a long, low groan as she cleaned herself. Despite coming, his cock hadn’t softened at all. His ovules had released their grip on his shaft and were once again waving lazily through the air, as though searching for something.

“Sophie, you-”

She didn’t get to hear what Serval was going to say, though she imagined she knew what it was, because at that moment, his combot – his daily one, not one of the fleet – began beeping at him insistently.

He frowned, glaring at the little device as it came to float in front of him.

Sophie blinked, the harsh sound returning her to reality. “That’s…”

Serval let loose a long, grumbling series of words in that second language he often spoke that she didn’t know but completely understood right now. The equivalent of ‘fucking shit’ in every language would probably always be accompanied by that face.

“What is it?” She asked, then gasped in excitement. “Is it the bug you planted? Did the prince finally charge his combot?”

“No,” he grunted, shoving his cock back in his pants and resealing them before grabbing his vest and throwing it on. “It’s my mother.”

“Your…” Sophie’s brain stuttered as she realized what he said.

With a cry, like the female on the other end might be able to see her already, she yanked her skirt down and sat up, quickly fixing her hair so it didn’t look like she had just been laying down, masturbating with her son.

But she could still feel the sticky warmth of his seed between her legs. Closing them just trapped it there and made her thighs slick as she bit her lip, knowing that her face must be flushed like she’d just had a fantastic orgasm.

Serval watched her with an indulgent smile as he pulled his olules back into their ribbon. “You don’t have to talk to her right now, you know. Not if you’re not ready.”

Sophie stilled, giving him a shaded look. “Do you not want me to talk to your mother, Serval?”

“I didn’t say that,” he chuckled, offering her a hand and helping her stand. “I just don’t want you to think you have to speak to her.”

She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “I’m talking to your mother. Now, answer the damn call before she gives up.”

“She won’t,” Serval grumbled. “She’ll hang on all day until the comm connects if she has to.”

He didn’t sound happy about it. And his expression was resigned as he ordered the combot to connect the comm. It was a video chat and, immediately, the display opened revealing not one, but two people on the other line.

Sophie blinked, surprised by what she was looking at. The two people on the other end could only be Serval’s parents, but they weren’t what she was expecting.

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