Page 32 of Saved By the Servali

Her legs locked over his thighs, trapping them together, pressing his length to wetness. “Why in such a rush?” His tail curled over his back, wrapped around her ankle, and pulled, pinning her down on one side.

“Who’s rushing? I’ve never felt anything like this in thirty-five years.”

“And if it’s something you want, it’s worth waiting to enjoy. You keep trying to get to dessert without enjoying all the courses, Nessa,” Kamau teased with mock severity, a twinkle in his eye.

“OHHH. OH, YESSS. YES, God, please let me be your banquet,” Nessa whimpered as Kamau did things to her that would have earned an immediate punch to the jaw if anyone else had tried it. The long, lean Felid had his tail wrapped around both of her wrists so she couldn’t push him away from his meal—her sopping, glistening center. His strong paws pushed her legs down and apart, preventing her from shutting her quivering thighs on his face as he licked her to an orgasm that made her insides curl and her clit throb and pulse like a heartbeat.

But he wasn’t done. He nuzzled her, purring and making soft crooning mews of contentment that would melt a titanium shuttle housing. Then, he started again, nibbling over her supersensitive flesh, pulling each of her pouting dark pink lips into his mouth and worrying it as he looked up at her without a speck of remorse, plunging his tongue in and making her let out animalistic noises while his big green-gold eyes watched every second.

“A banquet usually has three courses or more, my Queen,” Kamau licked his lips, head resting on her thigh as she crashed down from her second peak. “I’m not done with you yet.”

“I can’t. My muscles will do something awful,” Nessa panted, feeling her weak legs go boneless as he released his grasp.

“Hmm. Maybe we just need to concentrate on another area. That’s the secret to good meals, you know. A blend of flavors. Salty, sweet, sour, bitter, and lush.”

He flattened himself to her, and she could feel his hard cock lying flat against the soft pouch of her belly. She nodded, mesmerized by the Felid who could be so sweet and courtly one second and, in the next, take total control of her—while still making her feel like a queen.

“Lush.” He repeated, freeing her hands and using his knee to move her thighs farther apart. “Like these.” His paws slid down and cupped her ass, squeezing each cheek, separating them and groaning. “Such a perfect pair. Like these.”

“Fuck, yes, like that,” Nessa whispered, clutching the back of his neck as he started a hard, rhythmic sucking of her nipples, one in his mouth while he moved his paw to tease and pinch the other.

She felt his tail teasing and toying with her pussy, then her ass, sliding between her cheeks. “What are you doing?”

“I have neglected this pleasure zone, my Queen.”

Felids are freaky.“Do Felid Queens... do that?”

“Of course! Why have a tail and a cock if we cannot satisfy our lovers in both places at once?”

“Well... I never did that sort of pleasuring. I’m not sure that’s something I’m ready for,” she hissed.

“I think you’ll like this massage,” Kamau reassured, pushing his muzzle to her mouth and sealing her hesitant agreement with a kiss.

The kisses were long and hypnotic, accompanied by the steady push, pinch, pull of his paws on her nipples while his tail caressed her anus, brushing against it, tracing it, taking the slick from her well-lubricated pussy on his tail tip and pressing in just a bit, enough to make her realize that there were a million nerve endings there, waiting to be lit up. Where her pussy wanted to be filled and stretched, there was a different sort of pleasure here, the enjoyment of tight muscles pushing back against an intruder, fighting slippery waves of sensation until Kamau nuzzled her neck and whispered, “Let me enter you, my Queen. Let me past that first tight push, and you’ll enjoy the fullness of my tail in your perfectly luscious bottom.”

She nodded, panting, eyes closed as the room spun. Kamau entered her more fully, and her body contracted around him. “I need you in me,” she demanded.

“Hasty.”

“I am not!” she whined.

“Too big.” He rubbed his tip against her entrance, a drop of his hips confirming that even as slick as she was, he wouldn’t fit in without a lot of pushing.

“You’re making me crazy,” Nessa whimpered.

“Crazy about me?” Kamau shoved himself up, his crown rubbing against her curls. His hips began to pump and glide.

Merton was like a one-legged squid in quicksand compared to Kamau, Nessa found herself thinking, as the Felid kept her dancing on the peak of climax. Paws and mouth on nipples and neck, tail in her ass, and those soft, nubby spines dragging over her clit as his hips rose and fell. “Next time, you’re going to fuck my pussy,” she demanded.

He didn’t say anything, looking at her with most of her breast pulled taut in his mouth.

“I... You... Ohhhhh. Oh, fuck!” Nessa clenched her eyes shut, her muscles, her hands in his fur—everything was tight and too much, and then—it all unraveled, leaving her in an endorphin rush she’d only come close to having once before.

With him.

“Next time, my Queen?” Kamau panted, dropping against her.

“Next time. But I’m not done with you yet,” Nessa warned.Gotta finish him. Or he won’t like me.

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