Page 68 of Mated on Live

Just before she went over, he pulled back.

She cried out in dismay, her fingers tightening in his olules.

Right before Serval shoved his tongue into her pussy. Stuffing her with the slick, muscular appendage. Fucking her with it. Flicking it up and rubbing against her G-spot. Returning her right back to the edge, straining to go over.

A harsh, biting sting struck right on her clit.

Sophie screamed, barely catching the sound with her arm. The sting of his olule right on her clit made her eyes roll back as an orgasm, painful in its intensity, burst like lightening through her. She felt, rather than heard, Serval’s vibrating groan of approval.

He didn’t touch her clit again, just continued to slowly tongue fuck her as she rode the waves of her orgasm back down.

Only then, as she was recovering, did he sting her. Tracing his olules down her thighs as she squirmed on his face, unable to escape the slow thrusting of his tongue. Then, his fingers were there. Touching around her pussy, sliding over her slit, playing around his tongue. He’d pull them back occasionally, but he kept returning, spreading a surprising amount of slickness, building the pressure as his tongue flicked inside her.

“Serval!” She yelled, head dropping back, her body wracked with pleasure. Water fell over her face and she sputtered, coughing-

-only to find herself being lifted up, Serval’s hands around her waist. His tongue slid out of her, and he pushed her head up above water as he followed her.

“You okay?” He asked the moment his head broke the surface.

Sophie laughed, wiping the water from her face. She gave him a smile. “Fine. That was amazing. Kind of forgot I’m in water.”

He chuckled, his entire expression softening into a heated look. “Can you take more?”

“You better believe… hm?” Sophie frowned as her hips rocked, rubbing her thighs together. The motions was much slipperier than it should have been. “What is that?”

Serval pulled her into his chest, spreading her thighs around his chest. “My species mates underwater. Which is not the best lubricant. Luckily, I make my own.”

He finished by lifting his hand. Showing her just how shiny and slippery they were. There’s no way all that came from her.

“Is that… What is that?”

“Lubricant. My prime ovules secrete it. To make it easier to slip inside you.”

“Oh,” she breathed. That’s what he had been spreading around her with his fingers. Why he kept pulling them away but coming back. He was coating his fingers in that slippery substance before spreading it all over her.

“Now, put on your breather,” Serval ordered, whispering it like a threat.

Sophie’s hand fumbled as she lifted it back over her nose and mouth.

Serval yanked her under, the water closing over her head, as she blew out a breath, then dragged another one back in.

Breathing underwater was weird. Some part of her brain, even knowing the breather was there, insisted that it was wrong to be breathing now. Some primitive instinct refused to understand that she was safe.

But it was easy to shove that voice to the back of her mind when she had Serval’s weight over her, dragging her down to the depths. His long, slick tongue sliding down her neck, her shoulder. He slipped it under the hem of her swimsuit top, between her breasts, and down. And began thrusting it in and out, like he was tit fucking her.

His prime ovules, longer than the others, began stroking between her thighs. They didn’t sting like the ones on his head, but they spread more of that slippery slick. Preparing her for him.

Sophie felt, rather than saw, him hit the bottom. He lay her down onto the soft sand and when she nearly floated back up, he put a hand to her belly and pushed her right back down.

She didn’t have goggles on. Serval was just a white and blue blur on top of her as he finally yanked her swimsuit bottoms completely off her legs before spreading them.

The blurry gold floated in the water where he tossed it away as he grabbed her top and yanked it down, freeing her breasts. He immediately circled his tongue around her nipple and tugged. It was a good thing the breather sealed against her face, because she couldn’t stop her gasp as her head dropped back, not concerned at all about its position in her mouth.

One of his hands was on the other breast, tweaking the other nipple, as his second hand spread her legs, opening her up for him. To his seeking prime ovules.

He released her nipples, but they weren’t abandoned long. There was suddenly an electric sting pricking the peaks. Her scream echoed loudly, distorted in the water as she clutched his shoulders, nails digging into his skin, refusing to let him pull back. It was exquisite pain, her eyes rolling in her head.

But he did lift his head, moving up her body until he was resting his cheek alongside hers. Nuzzling into her hair. Not breathing, he was holding his breath, but letting his olules sting along the sensitive skin of her face, her lips, her neck.

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