Page 18 of Saved By the Servali

Just pretend this is how your life is supposed to go. That you’re a pampered, beautiful queen with this sweet, sexy Servali adoring you.Reality sucked.She was always the strong one. He thought she was some “warrior,” someone superimportant, when all she was was a glorified button pusher who got snapped at by most of the people you try to keep alive.

I almost died. Got shot at. Was sort of kidnapped.

If I don’t get to play the damsel in distress for one night, what’s the point of actually being distressed?“That would be very nice. And since this tub is so big, I’m worried that I’ll just... slide away. And I might be too weak to swim back to the surface.” She stared at Kamau as he put his arm around her back, skin undulating in delight at the feel of sensuous fur and craveable muscles pressed against her bare back.

“Would you like me to ask Layla or Wendy to join you and watch over you?”

“Well, if you’re not too busy, maybe you’d like to do it yourself?”

SHE WANTS ME TO WATCHher bathe?

Not in his wildest erotic fantasies did he imagine getting to witness such an intimate moment. He’d almost died at the sight of her in that white swimsuit, two pieces covering the most luscious parts of her while creating a drool-worthy contrast with her buttery brown skin.

All those thoughts raced through his mind while surprise rocked his frame—and loosened his grip. He practically dropped Nessa in the tub, which easily came up to her shoulders.

“Oh! My Queen, I am so sorry!” he yelped and had no choice but to dive in after her, pants, thin uniform shirt, and all.

“You could just say no,” Nessa sputtered, floundering and gasping.

“Is your hair ruined?”

“No, just my pride.”

“Your pride? I was so flattered and humbled to be asked—but you should know,” Kamau cleared his throat, “that I wouldfind it more than an honor. It would be a pleasure. A pleasure I should not have because I am not your King.”

“Oh. Oh! Well, on Sapien-Three, where I was raised, there are no rules like that. If a woman wants a man to join her in her bathtub... Well, she’s rich, for one thing, or she would just have a crummy little showerhead that bolts to a wall over a drain. But it means she likes the man a lot. Wants to enjoy his company.”

“I do enjoy your company. Far more than I should.” Kamau gave his explanation while praying she would stay on the other side of the tub. Tight, wet trousers that were suctioned to his legs were not hindering his body’s response to Nessa in the least.

She looks adorable in bubbles. What would she be like covered in whipped custard? Or plumcotta mousse? I would lick each and every dollop from her skin.

He pictured the places hiding under her white swimsuit. There were some places that smelled even sweeter than the finest desserts. He wanted to lick her there, chase the scent, working his tongue deep inside the place his cock was suddenly aching to be.

“You have someone somewhere else?” Nessa asked, jarring him from his thoughts. “I should have known that. No one as sweet and handsome as you would be single.”

“I’d like to think that would be true—if there were more female Felids of my age left alive. But you... Even though you say there is no one, I cannot believe that. Maybe they haven’t told you yet.” Kamau stood transfixed, watching her coming closer.

“Then they waited too long. I’m here now. I could have died. What would have happened if I had? I’d never have met you.”

That made all the conventions and rules in his brain go silent.

We have a single chance meeting in the stars, a miracle moment. Multiple miracles, a miracle that she was still alive when she landed, a miracle my pod was the one just beforethat derelict shuttle that ensnared her, a miracle that she is well enough to even consider romantic activities.

All the more miraculous because a brave warrior Queen like her should consider someone like me...

“You’re not well, yet,” he whispered.

“I know. I’m probably not what you want to—”

“You are going to let me take care of you, my Queen. My Nessa. May I serve you, honored guest?”

“Like I’d say no to that.”

SHE WATCHED HIM PEELINGoff his clothes, wishing bubbles were out of the way so she could see the equipment bobbing under the water. “Take care of? Serve?” she asked in a breathless whisper when Kamau came close to her, and then moved behind her.

I’m going to get railed by someone seven feet tall. That’s gotta be one huge cock.Her pussy jumped in excitement, and her stomach clutched in worry.This is probably going to hurt. If his idea of serving is the same as Merton’s, this is going to be over in five minutes.

“You will sit, and I will soothe your muscles. You just relax.”

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