Page 67 of Mated on Live

Seeing it, Sophie made a sound of delight. It was a single swing, very basic. Just a plank held up by chains on a rectangular frame. The water beneath it was surprisingly deep. She couldn’t pull herself up onto the seat, but she didn’t need to.

Serval grabbed her about the waist and just picked her up. He reached up, easily placing her on the seat, her feet just barely brushing the surface of the water. She smiled at Serval who was floating below her, treading water like it was a solid, steady surface.

It was hard to describe just how perfect he looked. He was in his element, and it was beautiful. The water shined on his skin, highlighting all the lines of his muscles, and making his wii glow, making him look ethereal and incredible. His olules, in the water, were able to move much easier, and it was like a merman with dreadlocks was taking hold of her ankle, smiling up at her with terrifyingly sharp teeth that she wanted to feel nibbling on her.

“There’s room for two up here,” she said.

He turned, kissing her ankle, before reaching up and grasping one side of the swing. Sophie laughed when he pulled himself up. Slowly, making sure she was able to fully appreciate the casual movement of his muscles as water dripped down his bare chest. He caught the chain with his other hand, and pulled further until he could put his foot on the swing.

But it was the opposite foot, and she realized what he was doing as he turned. She ducked her head, allowing him to straddle the swing on either side of her, her head resting back on his thighs.

“Want to swing?” Serval asked.

She nodded quickly, smiling.

They moved together. She swung her legs as he pushed with his. The swing groaned as they came up higher and higher in the air. Then, right when they got to the peak, Sophie threw herself off. Serval cried out while she squealed in delight as she flew and splashed down in the water.

She heard a second splash and, before she could swim up, Serval was there, holding her back against his chest, kicking them to the surface. They emerged with her laughing, her legs kicking lazily as she leaned back against him, allowing him to keep her above water. Behind them, she heard the chains of the swing clinking as it settled.

“I love this place,” she confessed, reaching back to stroke Serval’s head, towards his olules which were only too happy to curl around her fingers. “It’s going to be a fun vacay spot when we want to relax between adventures and a nice place to retire when we’re done.”

Serval hummed in agreement, nuzzling the back of her neck.

“Any news on that bug you left on the prince?”

“Not yet.” He kissed her, right over her spine, making her shiver.

“Dang,” she pouted, shivering as one of his olules stroked the other side of her neck. “What about your contacts? Any new info?”

“Lov’alel.”

“Hm? Yes?”

She gasped softly as his hands cupped her breasts, massaging them firmly, pinching her nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

“Is that really what you want to talk about right now?”

“I’m open to alternative topics of discussion,” she said, trying to sound formal and proper, but the effect was ruined by the breathless lustiness brought by his sting, his massaging touch, the steady firmness of his body keeping her up like she was resting on a rock.

“How about… how long I can hold my breath.”

“Huh?” She frowned, confused. That wasn’t where she expected to him to go.

“Oh, yes.” He chuckled, kissing her neck. “I’m very good at holding my breath. Want to see?”

Before she could say yes or no, or even ask what he was doing, he was already dropping from behind her. Her arms flung out, catching herself before she slipped underwater.

She wasn’t alone long. She had just recovered when she felt his warm hands sliding up her calves, making her jump. She tried to look down, but all she saw was a blur rippling and breaking on the moving surface.

Her legs parted, resting on his shoulders. His olules stung and stroked along her inner thighs as she found herself balancing on him, no longer treading water. Then, his hands came up and cupped her ass. She grabbed his head for balance, her fingers threading through his stinging olules, shivering from the electric shocks, and she realized what he was doing.

She was riding his shoulders backwards.

His lips trailed up between her thighs as she found her pussy right against his face. Riding him underwater as the waves lapped at her breasts. Teasing her with their brief caress as he caught the hem of her bottoms and pulled them down, off her ass. His head briefly disappeared, then popped right back up, her panties pressed against the back of his head as he kissed her slit.

His arms wrapped around her thighs, thumbs pressing on her lips, and pulling them apart, exposing her to the ocean. She whimpered, shivering as his tongue, hot and surprisingly slick despite the water, swept up, broad and flat, from the bottom of her slit, all the way up over her clit.

It was smooth and slippery, and surprisingly dexterous as he swirled it around and around her clit while his olules stroked and stung along her thighs, under her knees, across her lower belly. The electric jolts combined with his rapidly circling tongue, her entire weight balancing on his face, as she was buffeted by the waves, quickly brought her to the edge of an orgasm.

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