Page 41 of Saved By the Servali

FOREVER, HE SAID.

He damn near meant it.

Nessa felt the prickling sensation of his spines entering her after he’d teased and thrust his way to giving her one orgasm, the first she’d ever had with a man’s cock inside of her. Now she understood what that elusive pleasure was, to squeeze and squeeze against something that wouldn’t yield, milking all the hidden pleasure centers she’d never had a chance to find.

But when she felt Kamau squeeze in an extra inch, and then everything began to swell inside of her, putting pressure on the back of her clitoris, smushing the spongy erectile tissue that connected to her bead—

“Oh! Ohhhh, what is— what is that?” It felt like the strong orgasms she’d had from frantically rubbing her clit combined with the slower, deeper G-spot orgasms Kamau had only recently introduced her to.

“Good, my Queen?” Kamau’s voice was a tight wheeze. His eyes were unfocused, and his muscles were taut. Pinpricks of claws dotted her hips, the slight scratch pairing perfectly with the deep pleasure.

“I don’t know what’s...”

“Oooh. Is my Queen going to bless me?” Kamau’s eyes focused now, and he licked his lips.

“What do you—ooh. Oooh!” Nessa’s confused, breathless questions turned into long moans as Kamau’s paws moved to her mound and then above it. With his knot of swollen spines swelling inside of her, he pressed hard just at her public bone, and she felt her orgasm take shape, a physical shape.

Like a fountain. A sudden, shocking geyser of cloudy-clear juice that shot from her pussy as she screeched and bathed his lower abdomen as he smirked.

“Blessed me.” He gestured to the beads of dew on his fur. “Don’t worry. I’ll return the favor.”

She didn’t care if he returned the favor or not. She was high. As someone who had never used drugs (that shit could kill you, especially on Sapien-Three), she finally understood what “mind-altering” experience meant.

It only got better as Kamau tensed, head back, and roared.

Hot fluid filled her where there was no more room, forcing her to gush again, a weak jet in answer to the flood of cum that was trapped inside of her. When her brain could finally send commands, Nessa looked down and saw her stomach was bloated-looking.

“Is that all you?” she demanded.

“Mmhmm.”

“That’s gotta be an actual cup of cum, Kamau,” Nessa said, eyes wide.

“Oh, at least.” He smiled. “But I’ve heard that creates a delectable fullness.”

Nessa clamped her walls down experimentally. Ripples of pleasure danced inside, her overstimulated body on the edge of an orgasm, set to go off from the slightest pressure.

And all of me is pressured.

“Now we have about an hour to cuddle and come and chat,” Kamau sighed contentedly, picking up her hand and kissing it.

She knew she shouldn’t compare, but she did. When Merton, her only lover in the last two years, had finished, he had fallen asleep. The second time, he had hurriedly left, claiming he had some last-minute reports he’d just recalled.

Kamau had flaws, sure, like moving too fast or being too clingy—but she liked them, and she wasn’t sure they were truly flaws, after all.

“That sounds wonderful. Chat about what?” Nessa whispered.

“Hmmm. What’s your favorite thing in the world to eat?”

“Cheesy potato pie that my mom used to make. Yours?”

Kamau licked his paw slowly, tongue showing off his skill as he made it circle one padded digit. “You.”

Chapter Thirteen

“Merton Barry is not at his staff quarters or his station at work. He put pieces together after the calls we made,” Talos showed Nessa a communication the next afternoon.

Nessa stayed in her seat, moving gingerly as she bounced baby Chase on her knee. “I figured he wasn’t going to stick around. When I was able to get my contract back without a hold-up and it looked pristine, I knew he had to have been locked out of his access to contracts and records.”

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