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He had worn them for her, as requested. He had a choker of beads around his neck, and two more around his biceps. His chest was bare, but he had a loincloth style skirt slung around his waist that covered his dick and ass and nothing else. A shallow ‘v’ at the top teased her with the promise of his groin. Another band of beads wrapped around his thighs. They were all in a variety of bright, eye-catching colors forming a very sharp, square pattern on the skirt.

And he was glowing too.

His feet, his hands, and there on his chest. Swirling around his pecs, his nipples, down until they reached the edge of his ribs. It tapered off then, trailing in a thin line down the center of his rippling abs as he walked up the beach. Right towards her.

Sophie was pretty sure she was drooling. She quickly closed her mouth as the others around her laughed good-naturedly.

Serval smirked as he stopped directly in front of her. Posing. Standing so that his flaccid dick was creating a distinct bump under the beaded skirt.

“Sleep well?” He asked, completely innocent, as though she wasn’t staring at his cock right in front of his family.

“Huh?” She forced her eyes up back onto his face.

He chuckled, taking pity on her and adjusting his stance so his dick was a bit less prominent. Only a bit though because she could definitely still see it.

“I thought we had a deal,” he said, looking her up and down. “Not that I’m complaining. I like this dress too, but I do believe this is well within human modesty standards.”

That challenge brought her back to life. She focused back on the conversation with a smirk.

“So we did,” she said, popping a hip. “I just wanted to make sure that you kept your end of it before I gave you mine.”

She reached up to the knot at her neck and pulled.

Serval’s eyes widened, clearly shocked, as her dress fluttered to her feet. She struck her own pose, meeting his challenge with full confidence, as she heard one of the cousins suddenly hit the ground. Serval blinked rapidly, his brain short circuiting just as hers had, as he struggled to find words.

Sophie laughed, holding out her arms as she spun for him.

“Like it?”

Chapter 24

Serval

When Sophie told him that human rules of modesty were suspended for swimming suits, he had expected more skin, or maybe something tighter. He hadn’t expected both. He really hadn’t expected her to suddenly get nude right there on the beach.

He didn’t mind, he just wasn’t expecting it. She wasn’t fully nude, though very little was covered. The sight of his gold accented female made his tongue entirely too fat in his mouth as he struggled to grasp the sight of her.

She stood there in a pool of purple fabric, shining like gold, as she turned for him. She had even pulled up her hair, so he could see her entire body. The sweeping nape of her neck and back. The curves of her breasts, hips, and thighs. The cute little roundness of her belly. Her adorable, tiny toes. The only thing really hidden were her nipples and cunt – and even then, he could see the bump of areola and the puffy mound between her legs. It would be so easy to yank those golden strips of fabric away and slam himself deep.

Uru, his cousin, had looked over as he was walking, caught sight of his sexy human mate, and tripped over his own feet. The other males of his family were staring, open mouthed, stunned by the sheer sensuality of her practically nude body. His sister had frozen, a bite of food in front of her mouth as she gaped.

Sophie smiled, and he was overwhelmed with a sense of pride.

Yes. That was his female. Look at her and marvel. Choke on the envy of knowing that she was so stunning, but they would never get to touch her.

She was his, only his. A precious gem for him to show off, but one only he could touch.

He realized only after she started giggling that he hadn’t actually answered her question. He had just been staring. One of his cousin’s mates smacked him in the face with her olules, breaking the others into laughter.

Serval leaned in close, his face right near his mate’s. One of his olules stroked over her cheek, making her shiver. He loved seeing her react to his sting. Knowing that it affected her that way was even better than it not affecting her at all, as it would with an allowee female.

“You know, you can swim on my ship as well, right?”

She snickered as the insinuation before booping his nose. “I brought lunch. Let’s eat and then you can show me around the bay. I’m interested.”

He was loath to let her go, but as she walked away, he followed her like they had been tethered together and he was helpless but to trail behind.

Spirits below, she was gorgeous. Her butt jiggled with each step. Her skin practically glowed under the light of the sun. She laughed with the others as she ate – second meal today was leftovers from last night. No ovili though, because there was never leftover ovili.

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