Chapter 19

Sophie

She had never done something like this before.

Though Sophie had been living her life in front of cameras since undergrad, she had strict rules against nudes and homemade porn. The latter was a rule partially because homemade porn was never as good of an idea as people thought it was. Porn was not real sex; it was sex specifically planned to look good on camera. People often didn't realize how ugly their sex actually was and seeing it on camera was a harsh reality check.

But both rules were really in place because she was a public figure. Having someone in possession of nude photos or sex videos meant someone had the power to destroy her online. The sexual titillation wasn't worth the risk that kind of misplaced faith might bring.

But Serval was her mate. This was her One.

And she wanted it.

She wanted him to have videos, pictures of her body. Something to tease with what he didn't have, to pleasure himself if they were ever apart. She wanted him so focused on her, that if he wanted to watch porn, he would reach for theirs.

For the first time since she started her videos, she actually felt the eyes of the cameras staring at her. She was acutely aware of them floating in the air, getting her from every angle. Her heart raced, her belly clenched and fluttered, as nerves raced through her.

When she lifted her knees before letting them fall open, exposing the panties of her simple white thong, chosen so that there wouldn't be any lines in her dress, she shivered. His eyes, the cameras, all of them focused on her as she lay back, running her hands down, grasping her own breasts. Serval watched her, gaze heated, olules waving jerkily, as she pinched her own nipples and canted her hips back, begging for his attention.

His gaze didn't stray at all as he stepped into the dome created around her by the combots. He shrugged off his open shirt, dropping it on the ground, leaving him in only his tan, calf length pants. It was too easy to picture him walking up a beach, dripping water. A merman come to lure her into the watery depths.

"Panties off," he ordered, his voice hard and emotionless, in complete contrast to the burning passion lighting up his eyes.

She kept her gaze on him as she did as ordered, lifting up her butt so she could pull them down, then curling her legs into her chest to pull them over her feet.

"Open," he said.

She did. Spreading her thighs as he sank to his knees in front of her. She put one of her feet on his shoulder, a stand for her comfort as she ran her hands up her body. Caressing herself. Teasing her body for his pleasure.

The cameras tightened on them. Following their programming but seeming so alive as they got shameless pictures of her bare, bald pussy.

"I said, open," Serval repeated, grabbing her ankle, keeping her leg still. Because he wasn't referring to her legs.

Sophie brought her fingers to her lips and sucked on them. Running her tongue up and down the two digits, getting them slick and wet and shiny. Then, slowly, keeping her eyes on him, she lowered them down her body, over her bunched up skirt, to her lower lips. She spread them wide, giving him and the cameras an open view of her throbbing, pulsing pussy.

Serval hissed in a long breath, putting his other hand on her thigh, pushing it down, opening her further to his hungry gaze.

"Play with yourself," he commanded.

Sophie had never done this before either. It was one thing to flick her clit while she was being fucked, but it was a whole other thing to masturbate while being actively watched. While he stared as she ran her fingers through the slickness of her hole, up to her hard, aching nubbin, circling it slowly. The fluttering, burning in her belly was much harsher just for having his eyes on her.

But she loved it. Sophie loved attention. Loved being in the limelight. This performance was for an audience of one, but there was enough adoration and appreciation burning in him that she didn't need anyone else.

His breathing deepened. He licked his lips, like he was imagining licking the slickness she felt building under her fingers. She pushed down, finding the entrance to her pussy, and pressed inside. He breath caught then, his entire body going still, as he watched her fuck her own fingers.

There was a noticeable bulge in his loose, comfortable pants. It pressed against the fabric. She could see it pulse with his heartbeat. The size made her lightheaded as she imagined he was pounding her into the ground, the cameras taking complete 360 shots of their joining.

But as she stared, imagining him hammering into her, making her squeal and shout, something in his pants moved.

She stilled, eyes widening. Because that wasn't the throbbing of a cock that wasn't receiving enough attention and too much stimulation. There was something wriggling under the fabric of his tan breeches that wasn't normal at all.

Wasn't human at all, she corrected herself.

She didn't know why, but she hadn't considered that Serval's equipment would be that different. How strange could a cock get, after all?

She didn't know, but she was suddenly eager to find out.

"Let me see," she begged softly, staring shamelessly.

Serval didn't need to ask what she meant. He also didn't hesitate the way she had. He pressed the seal on the pants, and they split right over his groin. He barely had to touch them; his cock was already pushing through the opening.

Sophie's mouth went dry as her thighs began to shake. Because they were being pressed apart, or because of the sudden aching, yearning at the sight of what was between his legs, she honestly couldn't tell.

Serval's cock was long, but not so much that it made her afraid for her cervix. What was really intimidating was its girth. It was thicker than a soda can, fattest around the middle of the shaft. The head of it was teardrop shaped, bulbous, a thick drop of white precum beading at the top. The entire thing was the same dark blue of his olules, though the head was significantly darker, and it led to a nest of tentacles right there at the base of the shaft.

Olules, smaller than the ones on his head, formed a ring around his cock, only about half as long as the shaft except for two long ones at the top. They were wriggling in the air, waving like the arms of an anemone, like they were searching for something.

"What are those?" She asked, trembling as he stroked a hand down his cock.

The tentacles at the base tried to grab onto his hand. But he pulled free before they could catch onto him. Their wriggling increased at their failure.

"My ovules," Serval told her, lifting a finger to touch one. He shuddered, eyes nearly closing, as if they were sensitive. "They're meant to lock into my female when I fuck her."

Sophie bit her lip, fighting back a moan as she looked at them. Their erratic waving. The slow stroking of his large hand over the thick shaft of his cock while those two longer ovules tried to catch his wrist. It looked like he was going to gore a hole straight through her.

And she wanted it.

"I didn't tell you to stop," Serval growled.

Sophie jumped, remembering that her fingers were buried in her pussy, and they had been unmoving while she stared at the club between his legs.

She began thrusting them again, surprised to find how much wetter she had become just by looking at his cock. Imagining it impaling her, gaping her open around that thick shaft, before those ovules reached for her, grasped her, stung her, wriggled inside her.

She didn't know what they would do, but everything she imagined was enticing.

And she was hypnotized by the way Serval's hand moved up and down his shaft. Jerking it rapidly in response to the speed of her fingers working inside her as she ground her palm against her clit. Both of them staring, enraptured by the other.

"Faster," Serval snarled, his grip tightening, throttling his cock as his precum, thicker than she would have expected, dripped down. It dribbled onto her hand, the one working between her legs, as he adjusted his grip on her ankle, resting it on his shoulder, within reach of his olules as they thrashed in the air. They began stinging her toes, the sole of her feet, and it was such a sweet, harsh rush of pain and pleasure that she cried out, struggling against his grip.

He didn't let her go. She didn't want him to.

More precum hit her hand, her working fingers. He was aiming it there, she realized. Mingling with her juices, lubricating the thrusting of her fingers.

Serval began grunting, his hips thrusting into his own grip, and she realized what was happening just as his ovules suddenly changed their motions. They stopped wriggling and searching and suddenly wrapped around the base of his shaft, laying alongside each other, forming a thick knot that was pulsing and throbbing in rippling waves.

Just imagining that thing inside her, the way it would plug her up and pulsate just inside her pussy, made Sophie cry out as her orgasm slammed into her, breaking her apart. The waves of pleasure rushed through her as her hips jerked and shuddered in the air, searching for him.

Serval grunted, his own body going tight as he grabbed the ovule knot and squeezed as he stroked his cock to an explosive finish. Thick, hot lashes of cum splashed against her fingers, coating her hand and her pussy, as he came all over her.

It was more viscous than she expected, warmer, and she could swear it left a tingling on the soft, inner flesh of her pussy as she slowly thrust her fingers through her ebbing orgasm, spreading it further. Pushing it inside her.

Serval watched her do it with a dark, approving look in his eyes.

"Lick your hand clean," he ordered, finally lowering her leg so that they were spread open on his thighs, the air cold against her messy pussy.

She did as he commanded, bringing her wet, sticky fingers to her mouth and licking, sucking on them slowly as she kept her eyes on him. She tasted the familiar, slightly salty tang of her own juices, but more than anything, she tasted the musky, masculine salt of his cum. Spreading across her tongue, filling her mouth, making her belly clench in longing as she imagined trying to spread her lips wide enough to take that shaft in her mouth. In her throat.

Serval let out a long, low groan as she cleaned herself. Despite coming, his cock hadn't softened at all. His ovules had released their grip on his shaft and were once again waving lazily through the air, as though searching for something.

"Sophie, you-"

She didn't get to hear what Serval was going to say, though she imagined she knew what it was, because at that moment, his combot – his daily one, not one of the fleet – began beeping at him insistently.

He frowned, glaring at the little device as it came to float in front of him.

Sophie blinked, the harsh sound returning her to reality. "That's…"

Serval let loose a long, grumbling series of words in that second language he often spoke that she didn't know but completely understood right now. The equivalent of ‘fucking shit' in every language would probably always be accompanied by that face.

"What is it?" She asked, then gasped in excitement. "Is it the bug you planted? Did the prince finally charge his combot?"

"No," he grunted, shoving his cock back in his pants and resealing them before grabbing his vest and throwing it on. "It's my mother."

"Your…" Sophie's brain stuttered as she realized what he said.

With a cry, like the female on the other end might be able to see her already, she yanked her skirt down and sat up, quickly fixing her hair so it didn't look like she had just been laying down, masturbating with her son.

But she could still feel the sticky warmth of his seed between her legs. Closing them just trapped it there and made her thighs slick as she bit her lip, knowing that her face must be flushed like she'd just had a fantastic orgasm.

Serval watched her with an indulgent smile as he pulled his olules back into their ribbon. "You don't have to talk to her right now, you know. Not if you're not ready."

Sophie stilled, giving him a shaded look. "Do you not want me to talk to your mother, Serval?"

"I didn't say that," he chuckled, offering her a hand and helping her stand. "I just don't want you to think you have to speak to her."

She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm talking to your mother. Now, answer the damn call before she gives up."

"She won't," Serval grumbled. "She'll hang on all day until the comm connects if she has to."

He didn't sound happy about it. And his expression was resigned as he ordered the combot to connect the comm. It was a video chat and, immediately, the display opened revealing not one, but two people on the other line.

Sophie blinked, surprised by what she was looking at. The two people on the other end could only be Serval's parents, but they weren't what she was expecting.

The masculine one of the pair had the same general face shape as Serval, and they shared the same yellow gold eyes. But his olules were much longer, past his shoulder blades, and they were a vibrant, rich, hot pink in color. His white skin also had a pink tint to it. He was standing there with a curious expression on his face.

The female one was the same height as the male. Though she was much softer, rounder, with a fierce expression in her deep, black eyes. She had clearly been the one Serval inherited his coloring from, but they were reversed on her. Her skin was the dark blue of his olules, and it was her own olules that were pale, practically white, blue. She had a ring in one nostril, glinting bright silver, and her olules were longer than either of the men, going down past her waist, which was where the holodisplay in the air faded off.

She looked angry.

"Servalee!" She shouted immediately. "This is how you choose to let your mother know that you've found your mate? You didn't bother to send a comm, a message, a ‘hey, hech you', nothing!? I have to find out that my own son is mated through a news presentation?!"

Serval was doing his best not to make a face as Sophie gave him a smirking, ‘told you so' grin. She had to be off screen where they couldn't see because they weren't paying her a bit of attention, just looking at their son. The helpless expression he gave her was met with a snicker.

"Your name is Servalee?" She whispered, delighted with this new information. It was so cute!

He sighed, realizing no help was coming his way. He turned back to his mom and started-

"I was going to tell you-"

"Not before telling the rest of the known universe first though, huh?! You're lucky I saw the presentation before Olu did! I would never be able to live it down if that yapping, gossip monger knew my own son was mated before me!"

"I'm sorry, mother-"

"Not as sorry as you're going to be! You're trying to break my heart, aren't you? Do you really hate your family that much?"

"No, moth-"

"Woll, what did I do to him?" The female turned to the male, her expression switching immediately from fierce to despairing. "Why does our son hate us? Am I bad ilala? I am, aren't I?"

"You are not a bad ilala," Serval said quickly. "I love you very much. I just wasn't ready for my mate to have to deal with all of this."

"All of what?!" She whipped her head around, right back into furious. "You think I'd be a bad ilala to your mate then, is it? You're ashamed of me? You think I'm too much."

"No, ilala, I…" Serval's voice trailed off as she continued to berate him, and Sophie smothered a laugh behind her hand. As far as she was concerned, he deserved every word of that lecture, and probably a bit more.

But still riding high on the afterglow of her orgasm, she decided to take pity on him. She stepped up to his side, knowing the moment she came into frame, because both of the allowee suddenly locked onto her as his mother's words died in her throat.

"Hello!" She greeted happily in his primary language since that's what they had been speaking. "It's nice to meet you both at last. I'm Sophie, Serval's mate."

"Oh!" His mother suddenly stood straight, smiling at her so sweetly it was like her previous fury had been just a her imagination. "Hello, pretty human. It's so nice to meet you. I'm Ellow. Good spirits, forgive me. I can't believe Servalee would let you see me like that." She threw a glare at her son, silently yelling at him now for letting her behave that way in front of strangers. It was a look Sophie knew well, because it was one her own mother had given her before.

"No, I agree with you," she said, eyes wide with innocence and understanding. "I've been begging him to let me see you, but, you know, he's been so selfish, saying he wants to have me to himself for just a bit longer."

The male, Woll, let out a laugh as his mother tittered sweetly.

"I remember those days well," he said, his voice surprisingly deep. He looked at his mate. "Do you recall, my uwale? How angry your appa got with me when I would steal you away for days on end without telling him? Oh, I thought he'd rip out my olules with his bare hands."

The reminder of their own misspent, love filled youth, softened his mother further. "Who could forget? I thought you two would come to blows that second time."

"We very nearly did," he chuckled, putting his arm around her. Their olules immediately began to wind together, like they were embracing. "I can hardly blame Servalee for wanting to keep his mate to himself for a while. I mean, she's beautiful, isn't she? And a human at that. He's going to be the envy of the entire commu."

Serval couldn't keep a smirk from his face as he put an arm around Sophie's waist. The look he gave her, however, was one of gratitude for saving his hide. She returned it with a smug smile of her own, her brow cocked up in silent boast.

"When are you coming home, Servalee?" Ellow finally asked, focusing back on him, her tone soft and sweet now that her mate's arms were around her.

"Er, well," he hesitated, and her gaze immediately sharpened again. He cleared his throat. "At your earliest convenience, ilala, of course."

Ellow beamed. "Then you must come now! Your sister is home from academy for break and you know she'd love to see you and meet your new mate."

Serval smiled in defeat. "I'm eager to see her too."

"Good! Then you'll come home now."

"Ilala, we're kind of waiting for-"

Her gaze tightened again, the glare she leveled at him withering. Sophie smothered another giggle as he flinched.

"We'll come home now, ilala."

Ellow smiled bright, her olules waving in delight. "We'll be waiting, my son! See you soon!"

The comm ended and Sophie burst into laughter.

"I see why you avoid talking to her now. She controls you like a puppet!"

He shivered. "That female is terrifying. I'm a grown male, you'd think my own mother wouldn't be able to scare me like that anymore."

Chuckling, Sophie turned and kissed his nose. "Oh, sweetie. I have bad news for you. Your mama is just like mine. And I'm just like my mama. You're never escaping terrifying females."

He shuddered in mock fear, even as he grabbed her tight, nuzzling her temple. "I guess I just need to never give you a reason to get mad. And learn from my father how to calm you down and handle you."

"You think you can handle me?" She challenged with a smirk.

His pointed teeth shined as he bared them in a predatory smile that made her shiver in delighted anticipation.