Page 31 of Saved By the Servali

He means it.

Too fast to mean it. Won’t last.

Who am I to judge? I’ve known humans who’ve fucked each other off and on for years. Didn’t last. Never even started. Meant nothing.

In a few strange days, we’ve made some kind of bond. He thinks the world of me.

And what do I think of him?

“I’m not good with words like you,” Nessa whispered, sliding her arms up his chest. “But I’d love toshowyou what I think.”

KAMAU’S EYES BUGGEDas Nessa slid the white gown down. It flowed in some places and clung in others, but she was stepping out of it, revealing that she was topless underneath and wearing almost see-through white panties.

The blood in his body went pounding to his temples and to the root of his cock, engorging it so hard and fast that he hissed at the sudden ache.

“I heard this was your order.” Nessa snapped the stretchy band at her waist and then slid the last stitch of clothing down her long, curvy legs. “Did you pick out all of these clothes, Kamau?” she purred, voice a sultry sweet croon.

“The Queens helped, and then I ordered far more than they asked for in many sizes, figuring they would grow and shrink with carrying cubs, as all of them wanted children.”

“Smart. Helpful. Planning ahead. That’s sexy.”

“You’re too kind.” His brain felt like it was sinking under the weight of want. When she sank into the midst of the bed and rolled slowly, sensually to the middle, stretching out on her stomach and then her back before finally lying on her side to face him, he thought he might explode.

Doesn’t she realize that she’ll never get rid of me if she dances across the bed like that? Showing every inch of that body I long to worship?

She was so smooth in so many places, but he loved the dark, thick, curly patches of her, too, places that trapped the sweet, hungry scent of her and made his mouth water. When she crooked a finger at him, he sprang, slipping onto the sheets an arm’s length away.

“Do you think we can ‘converse’ like this?” Nessa asked, a fingertip reaching to trace his chest.

Kamau shrugged off his apron. “I never doubted you could converse in any way you choose, Nessa. You are intelligent, my Queen, and of course you are well-spoken. Your knowledge, your explanations—mm!” Kamau found his babble of praise smothered with one long kiss.

“You think too highly of me, and you’re too nice. It’s going to piss me off eventually—even though I like it,” Nessa admitted sheepishly.

“You think too little of yourself,” Kamau challenged, nipping her lips with his. “Perhaps you need to learn to like how a Servali Knight treats you—like his Queen. His goddess. His sweet reward, his lush comfort.” His paws squeezed her breasts, her rounded stomach, her sumptuous thighs. “Perhaps I ought to teach you.”

“Oooh.” Nessa shivered under his touch, but the sweet, heady scent coming from her doubled, making him swallow a sudden lake of wetness in his mouth. “I’m not sure I’m the kind who wants to be ‘schooled.’”

“Depends on how I teach, doesn’t it?” Kamau felt the sweet, docile meekness that he offered to Nessa being dwarfed by something stronger. More primal.

She’s mine. I must show her. Not let her get away.

“Maybe,” Nessa quivered when the paw on her thigh circled inward.

“And the lessons I could teach you about how much you are wanted?”

“M-maybe.” Her voice was just a breathy squeak as he worked his thumb between her plump lips, spreading her wetness around and rubbing it over the hard pebble under his paw. She gasped and arched her hips forward.

“See? You crave that touch. You crave it because you know you are worthy of it. Worthy of all my love and devotion, little Queen.”

“Little?” she laughed, shaking her head as she tipped it back, eyes closed.

“Little tome. Just bite-sized.” His jaws opened and closed around one breast, hard enough to make her jump but soft enough not to hurt her. His tongue flicked over her nipple ashe mouthed her skin, moving from breast to shoulder to neck, clamping down as he felt her hands scrabbling at his hips, trying to get his uniform trousers off.

“You had best be sure how you feel about me before you go there,” he warned her—and himself.

“I’m sure I want to feel you against me,” Nessa rasped, burying her face against his chest as he scooted up over her, letting her thumbs finally hook over his waistband.

Kamau sprang out, hard and heavy against her palm, nubs already starting to swell as if he were inside of her. Silly body. Confused.

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