Page 45 of Saved By the Servali

“He’s a wonderful person!” she added, forcing a brighter smile as she bent down to be level with the screen.

Kamau stuck a hasty paw across her chest as her breasts threatened to spill free. “Father?”

In a shaky voice, his father managed to choke out, “How nice to meet you, my dear. We were just ending the call.”

“No, we weren’t!” Uncle Keem protested. “Nessa, tell me, are many of the older human Queens unmarried where you’re from? Say... those about fifty to sixty?”

“Uncle!”

“Keem!” Mau smacked his brother on the ear, and the glasses flew off screen. “We must be going. Right now. We will talk more. Later. Much later.”

The screen went dark with a beep.

Kamau swallowed several times. He didn’t know what to say. Should he begin with, “Thank you for seducing me, you utterly ravishing goddess,” or “My uncle will never be the same”?

“I have to die now,” Nessa whimpered, sitting in his lap.

“Now that would be a shame.” Kamau shook his head, kissing her shoulder. “I love this dress. Where did it come from? I’m sure I never ordered anything like this.”Although I surely will in the future!

“Jade altered it for me. She said the design is one of Ardol’s favorites.”

“I can see why. What else is different? You smell... you smell like floribunda,borde, and sex.”

“Guess who had an accidental injection of the horny-making shot?”

“What?”

“You heard me. A couple of hours ago, I got a shot of Marcus’ miracle juice. They said just one wouldn’t do much other than ramp up my libido. I went to take a nap, and when I woke up, I felt like it was a million degrees in my room, and the only thing I could think of doing—” Nessa stood up and slowly yanked his zipper down, letting his cock spring free, “was going for a long ride in a pretty new dress. Good plan?”

“Wonderful plan, but we can hardly—oh,fuck.” Whatever Kamau had intended to say regarding specifics of the mix-up or the need for foreplay fell into a strangled moan as Nessa shed her dress in one motion and lowered herself onto his cock in the next. She sank onto him like a wet silk glove, tight pink muscles clinging to him, instantly coating him in her honey.

“What were you saying?”

“That you have wonderful plans.” Kamau buried his face between her breasts, inhaling her scent. He wrapped his arms around her, loving how her waist filled them and her hipscushioned them. “I’m a Nessa sandwich. As a chef, this is how I want to go out. Smothered by the woman I adore.”

Nessa laughed. “Stop, or I’ll get you a snorkel.”

Kamau pouted up at her, but when she flexed her muscles around him, his frown fell away. “Never mind,” he whispered. “I could look up at that beautiful face—or down at these beautiful curves—forever.”

“Is this what being in heat is like? For weeks at a time?” Nessa asked, squirming on him, sinking easily onto the top row of his spines, beginning to mesh with him before he’d even had a chance to pump himself in and out of her slick heat.

“Yes, although you’d learn to function without your mate around you at all times—as long as you got to see him for several hours a day.” His legs turned to jelly as Nessa squeezed him with new force, her soft sheath having been stretched over the recent days. The sensation rippled over him, flutters leading to a steady pulsing grip that made his cum rush to fill her. “Nessa, I won’t last like that. You’d better get off.”

“I don’t want to get off,” she looked at him, a sensual pout on her lips, her hands digging into the dense, cream-colored fur on his chest. “I want you to fill me up, and I want to own this cock, coming on it again and again.”

“Own it, hmm? Just that part?” Kamau switched tactics and stopped trying to pull back to thrust, instead driving in and changing the angle at which he held her so she could take more of him.

Nessa gasped, arching back. She went limp over his arm, and he rose, pushing her shoulders and torso across his desk so he could stand over her, driving into her. His spines started to swell, trapping him inside of her, spreading her slit until the glistening skin shone almost translucent with the stretch of it. He planted his paws on either side of her waist and rocked his hips, swiveling them in a circle.

I’m going to erupt—but not until I feel Nessa come around me, finally know what it is like to breed my Queen in heat.“You didn’t answer me, my Queen. Is it all of me you own? Or just my heart? Just my cock?”

“All of you, all of you, damn it!” Nessa wailed, hips arching up, trapped and full.

He watched her face contract in a series of spasms that mirrored what was happening to his cock below—frantic tugging of strained muscles, squeezes and pulses that never seemed to hit with the same intensity twice. “My unpredictable Queen,” he grunted, losing the battle to hold off.

NESSA FELT THE TIDEof his hot cream rush in, filling her fuller than she thought possible. How was that possible? How was he in farther, deeper than ever before?

And why did she suddenly want to have heats, to breed like something wild and fertile, to feel safe and dangerous all at once?

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