Page 39 of Saved By the Servali

“Oh, no, baby. That’s not it. It’s because—”

“No, no. I don’t care about any other reasons, my Queen. All other challenges we can conquer, but if there is no hope of you loving me—”

Nessa silenced him with another kiss, this one accompanied by her hands finding his semi-erect cock. “There is plenty of hope for that.”

THIRTY-FIVE YEARS ONSapien-Three. No proposal. A week with Kamau? Proposal with serenade in a romantic bubble bath.

Thirty-five years on Sapien-Three. No one ever gave me an orgasm but me. Four days with Kamau being my... whatever we are? We’re in the double digits.

“You’ve had an ordeal, Nessa. You must rest.”

“I’m beginning to think you don’t want me to explore this fine piece of Servali hardware,” Nessa teased, running herfingers up and down his length, exploring him properly for the first time.

Long. Thick. Bright pastel pink with a diameter that she could just close her fingers around. Fingers tightly locked over him, she slid up and down the first half, realizing with a fresh jolt of arousal and a twinge of worry that his “half” was bigger than most human males in their entirety.

Kamau moaned and hissed as she rocked her clamped fist up and down his length, churning the water at his waist. Once he was squirming and her palm was slippery with his pre-cum, she explored further, taking in the second half that led to heavy, fur-covered ovals, satiny and wet, inviting her to fondle him there and see his reaction.

The purr he made as she gently explored his tip with one hand and his balls with the other made her walls ache, looking to be filled. “Are you going to fuck me tonight?” she whispered.

“I... You should rest.”

“How big is this part? About five inches? Six? Are you telling me I have to get at least seven or eight inches of your big Servali cock in me to activate these little nubs?” Her hand started stoking purposefully up and down the lower half of his cock, feeling the soft spines against her palm. It made her giddy, the way the texture and his slickness felt against her skin—and she wondered what it would feel like to have them buried inside. Swelling.

“Humans are naturally smaller. I would understand if you didn’t want to—”

“Shh. All I’ve ever had are thin little cocks, and trust me—I knew they were below average. I’m not saying all men are like that, but the ones I ended up with? Size small. This is a size double-extra-large, and I want to work up to every inch. I want to be filled and stretched with you—and I want to feel you coming inside of me. I want that meshing thing to happen,where I get to wrap my pussy around your meat and come again and again.”

“Bastet have mercy. Nessa...” Kamau moaned as she laced her fingers together and captured the base of his cock, squeezing his sensitive spines until his eyes rolled back.

“If I ask nicely, will you fuck me tonight?” she purred, pumping her interlocked digits up and down, squeezing on each pass. “Do you want to?” she asked, proud of her own boldness.

Why shouldn’t I be bold? He loves me. He really does. He thinks the world of me—and I would have to be an idiot not to think the same of him.

She moved up suddenly, straddling his lap and releasing her grip. He hissed in surprise at the loss but nuzzled her neck happily as she clambered up on him.

“If you’re worried I’ll only love you because you make me scream and come and have turned me into a total Felid fancier, don’t. I want to be with you tomorrow, no matter what we do tonight.”

“Then I want to dry you off and rub balm all over you to protect your skin—see, I learn about human customs—and then I want to watch that perfect little pussy stretch around my cock,” Kamau grunted, standing and lifting them both of the water.

THE APPLICATION OFlotion turned into a massage, which quickly turned into something else.

“Ohhh. Ohh, God. What the hell, Bastet, too,” Naessa cried, eyes rolling back as Kamau applied a special sort of balm to her pussy, sliding inside and massaging it into her walls. His thick, fluffy digit seemed to have a magnetic pull that allowed him to latch onto her sometimes elusive G-spot.

“It’s a neutral plant-based oil. It’s very healing, and I read that it can be used to protect Queens from infections—and can also be used if a Queen is small and her lover is big.”

“Which Queen told you this? Jade, Wendy, or Layla?” Nessa laughed as his paw stroked faster.

“Jade.”

“The sexpert. Whatever she told you, I approve.”

“Well, she didn’t tell me because of this matter, but she asked me to supply the ship with some before we left Lynx-Nineteen and told me why,” her sometimes bashful lover explained.

“I don’t care about the reason. I care about getting slippery enough that you pop in and keep going.” Nessa reached down and to the side, fist closing over the slippery pink head of his erection, stroking thick, pearly pre-cum over his surface. In answer, his paw pounded steadily inside her pussy, all pretense of massage gone.

“Then come up here, my love,” Kamau invited, rolling on his back.

“Come up?”

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