Page 75 of Mated on Live

He descended the steps into their room and locked the door behind him. Assuring that they were well and truly alone. Though the windows provided a beautiful view of the sea, they were tinted so that anyone swimming out there couldn’t see inside. Which meant there was no one here to witness as he ravished his female.

Which seemed such a shame. She was a beautiful creature that deserved admiration.

He walked to the center of the room and put one knee on the edge of the bed. He then dropped her inside, bouncing her on the cushions as she laughed. He smirked at the sight of her. Beautiful, hair and skin kissed by the sun, which he could swear was darker than it had been, while the highlights in her hair glowed brighter.

“You’re going to break my beads,” she pouted playfully, running her hands up her chest, to cover the beads on her breasts like she might be protecting them. But the way she massaged the soft flesh, looking at him with those tempting eyes, revealed her true intention.

For just as much as Serval enjoyed staring at his female, she enjoyed being stared at. She enjoyed having his eyes on her. She craved the adulation and appreciation of an audience. Even if it was only an audience of one.

The flash of a combot in the corner of his eye caught Serval’s attention. Sophie’s own eyes moved to it, then back to him. Something flashing in her gaze.

It was Lucky. His oldest, most reliable combot had broken from the fleet and followed them. Sophie had likely ordered it to record them for her channel, and it was following her orders exactly, even when they broke away from the rest of the party.

Serval smirked, looking back at her as the combat moved smoothly around, capturing every moment between them.

Serval gestured at the device, using the hand signal commands to move it into position so that it captured his mate at a high angle so that, when he viewed it later, he would be able to appreciate all of her at once.

Reaching down, he pulled at the tie keeping her top beads around her neck. She did the same thing behind her back, arching up to reach the tie behind her, before allowing him to grab the front and pull it away, freeing her breasts.

She repeated the same movement she’d just performed, stroking up her belly to cup her breasts and massage them. This time, she pinched her nipples, eyes drifting closed as she enjoyed the sensation, almost ignoring him as he turned to untying her bottom beads.

Those fell open and he didn’t need her to find the two knots on either side of her swimming suit this time. He grabbed both sides and pulled at once, untying them together. He grasped the crotch of the bottoms and yanked, forcing them out from under her and tossing them aside.

Her legs fell open, her little cunt spreading for him. Already slick and shiny. Eager for him. His mouth watered just looking at it.

He dove in without hesitation. Grasping and squeezing the sweet softness of her thighs, spreading her legs further, licking his way up her slit to swirl his tongue around her little clit while she moaned and her belly tensed and rolled, humping against his face.

She was sweet and musky, like ovili but with the distinct hint of female that made her extra irresistible. He thrust his tongue deep, undulating his tongue, then swirling it like a corkscrew. She cried at that move, her back bowing, very nearly yanking free of him.

He grabbed her hips and yanked her right back, keeping her there as he feasted. Groaning low in his throat as his cock throbbed while his ovules waved, desperate to reach for her. But he didn’t want to move his mouth yet.

When she came against his face, her juices and his spit combined left his face wet and shiny. The muscles of her sheath clenched and rippled on his tongue. He groaned, eyes rolling back, as he remembered feeling that on his cock.

He couldn’t take it anymore.

He ripped his lips free and climbed up over her. He lined his cock up and slammed deep without hesitation. Sophie screamed, head dropping, back arching, nails digging into his arms as her little sheath rippled and clenched around him.

Serval groaned. The heat of her, the grip, the rippling motion of her muscles, drove every thought from his head.

Then, his ovules began seeking to climb inside her while the prime pair belatedly spread their slick around her entrance.

An allowee female would have her own prime ovules to tangle with his right around the entrance. They would wrap together and lubricate them both. He had wondered what his ovules would do when met without an analogous structure on his female.

It seemed they had decided to wriggle against her clit. The direct stimulation made her wild beneath him, increasing her pleasure. The pressure, the heat, of her made him shudder as his hips ground deeper into her, helping his ovules as they pushed past her entrance.

They writhed inside her. Teasing and massaging the sensitive flesh.

When he pulled back, drawing his cock out, they were reluctant to follow. Wiggling, trying to stay inside her, until they were perfectly straight and perpendicular to his shaft.

He slammed back in. Their hips smacking together. Sophie cried out. Lightning struck through his spine. That was even better than fucking her underwater with his ovules. He did it again. A singular, hard, smacking thrust. Then another. Another. Picking up the pace until he was pounding her into the bed, his hips moving fast as he fell over her.

Her arms immediately wrapped around his torso, nails digging into his back. He loved that tiny bite of pressure. He loved it when she dragged them down his back, lighting up tiny streaks of fire that only made him more desperate to claim her.

Sliding an arm around her waist, he turned them suddenly until she was on top.

“Ride me,” he ordered, grabbing her hips. “Sit up. Show the camera the way your tits bounce as you take my cock.”

She was breathing hard. Her hair wild as the bun it had been pulled into was half fallen. But her eyes sparkled with desire as she sat straight, putting her weight on her knees. She held onto his arms for balance-

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