Chapter 25

Sophie

The ocean was warm, tropical and salty. The bright, turquoise waters were beautiful. The coral that formed the land was covered by white sand from below, just highlighting the brightness of the sea that stretched from horizon to horizon. The weather was hot, but not unbearable, while the smell was familiar but with an exotic, alien hint that kept her from pretending this was Earth, even with her eyes closed.

The ovili farm was cool. The underwater city was incredible! There was more. A whole planet more. No, a whole universe more.

And the male who had her by the hand, pulling her through the water with the ease of a dolphin ride, was going to show her all of it.

She stared at the back of his head, at his olules trailing in the water, as he took her around, out of the bay, and around the island. Past the long beaches. Past more houses. She didn't know where they were going, but she trusted him implicitly as she enjoyed the ride.

The island was roughly crescent shaped from above, and it was largely flat, but that didn't mean it was smooth and perfect. There were lots of little beaches and alcoves and rock formations that they passed as Serval swam tirelessly around.

She didn't know what he was taking her. She didn't really care. She only wanted privacy with her male so that she could share with him the overwhelming excitement she felt just in seeing everything here.

The place that he brought her to was private. Intimate. A small alcove in the rocks. The rock only seemed to stretch about ten feet into the air, and it was probably the highest place she'd seen on the island.

But it still provided privacy for the swing built over the water.

Seeing it, Sophie made a sound of delight. It was a single swing, very basic. Just a plank held up by chains on a rectangular frame. The water beneath it was surprisingly deep. She couldn't pull herself up onto the seat, but she didn't need to.

Serval grabbed her about the waist and just picked her up. He reached up, easily placing her on the seat, her feet just barely brushing the surface of the water. She smiled at Serval who was floating below her, treading water like it was a solid, steady surface.

It was hard to describe just how perfect he looked. He was in his element, and it was beautiful. The water shined on his skin, highlighting all the lines of his muscles, and making his wii glow, making him look ethereal and incredible. His olules, in the water, were able to move much easier, and it was like a merman with dreadlocks was taking hold of her ankle, smiling up at her with terrifyingly sharp teeth that she wanted to feel nibbling on her.

"There's room for two up here," she said.

He turned, kissing her ankle, before reaching up and grasping one side of the swing. Sophie laughed when he pulled himself up. Slowly, making sure she was able to fully appreciate the casual movement of his muscles as water dripped down his bare chest. He caught the chain with his other hand, and pulled further until he could put his foot on the swing.

But it was the opposite foot, and she realized what he was doing as he turned. She ducked her head, allowing him to straddle the swing on either side of her, her head resting back on his thighs.

"Want to swing?" Serval asked.

She nodded quickly, smiling.

They moved together. She swung her legs as he pushed with his. The swing groaned as they came up higher and higher in the air. Then, right when they got to the peak, Sophie threw herself off. Serval cried out while she squealed in delight as she flew and splashed down in the water.

She heard a second splash and, before she could swim up, Serval was there, holding her back against his chest, kicking them to the surface. They emerged with her laughing, her legs kicking lazily as she leaned back against him, allowing him to keep her above water. Behind them, she heard the chains of the swing clinking as it settled.

"I love this place," she confessed, reaching back to stroke Serval's head, towards his olules which were only too happy to curl around her fingers. "It's going to be a fun vacay spot when we want to relax between adventures and a nice place to retire when we're done."

Serval hummed in agreement, nuzzling the back of her neck.

"Any news on that bug you left on the prince?"

"Not yet." He kissed her, right over her spine, making her shiver.

"Dang," she pouted, shivering as one of his olules stroked the other side of her neck. "What about your contacts? Any new info?"

"Lov'alel."

"Hm? Yes?"

She gasped softly as his hands cupped her breasts, massaging them firmly, pinching her nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

"Is that really what you want to talk about right now?"

"I'm open to alternative topics of discussion," she said, trying to sound formal and proper, but the effect was ruined by the breathless lustiness brought by his sting, his massaging touch, the steady firmness of his body keeping her up like she was resting on a rock.

"How about… how long I can hold my breath."

"Huh?" She frowned, confused. That wasn't where she expected to him to go.

"Oh, yes." He chuckled, kissing her neck. "I'm very good at holding my breath. Want to see?"

Before she could say yes or no, or even ask what he was doing, he was already dropping from behind her. Her arms flung out, catching herself before she slipped underwater.

She wasn't alone long. She had just recovered when she felt his warm hands sliding up her calves, making her jump. She tried to look down, but all she saw was a blur rippling and breaking on the moving surface.

Her legs parted, resting on his shoulders. His olules stung and stroked along her inner thighs as she found herself balancing on him, no longer treading water. Then, his hands came up and cupped her ass. She grabbed his head for balance, her fingers threading through his stinging olules, shivering from the electric shocks, and she realized what he was doing.

She was riding his shoulders backwards.

His lips trailed up between her thighs as she found her pussy right against his face. Riding him underwater as the waves lapped at her breasts. Teasing her with their brief caress as he caught the hem of her bottoms and pulled them down, off her ass. His head briefly disappeared, then popped right back up, her panties pressed against the back of his head as he kissed her slit.

His arms wrapped around her thighs, thumbs pressing on her lips, and pulling them apart, exposing her to the ocean. She whimpered, shivering as his tongue, hot and surprisingly slick despite the water, swept up, broad and flat, from the bottom of her slit, all the way up over her clit.

It was smooth and slippery, and surprisingly dexterous as he swirled it around and around her clit while his olules stroked and stung along her thighs, under her knees, across her lower belly. The electric jolts combined with his rapidly circling tongue, her entire weight balancing on his face, as she was buffeted by the waves, quickly brought her to the edge of an orgasm.

Just before she went over, he pulled back.

She cried out in dismay, her fingers tightening in his olules.

Right before Serval shoved his tongue into her pussy. Stuffing her with the slick, muscular appendage. Fucking her with it. Flicking it up and rubbing against her G-spot. Returning her right back to the edge, straining to go over.

A harsh, biting sting struck right on her clit.

Sophie screamed, barely catching the sound with her arm. The sting of his olule right on her clit made her eyes roll back as an orgasm, painful in its intensity, burst like lightening through her. She felt, rather than heard, Serval's vibrating groan of approval.

He didn't touch her clit again, just continued to slowly tongue fuck her as she rode the waves of her orgasm back down.

Only then, as she was recovering, did he sting her. Tracing his olules down her thighs as she squirmed on his face, unable to escape the slow thrusting of his tongue. Then, his fingers were there. Touching around her pussy, sliding over her slit, playing around his tongue. He'd pull them back occasionally, but he kept returning, spreading a surprising amount of slickness, building the pressure as his tongue flicked inside her.

"Serval!" She yelled, head dropping back, her body wracked with pleasure. Water fell over her face and she sputtered, coughing-

-only to find herself being lifted up, Serval's hands around her waist. His tongue slid out of her, and he pushed her head up above water as he followed her.

"You okay?" He asked the moment his head broke the surface.

Sophie laughed, wiping the water from her face. She gave him a smile. "Fine. That was amazing. Kind of forgot I'm in water."

He chuckled, his entire expression softening into a heated look. "Can you take more?"

"You better believe… hm?" Sophie frowned as her hips rocked, rubbing her thighs together. The motions was much slipperier than it should have been. "What is that?"

Serval pulled her into his chest, spreading her thighs around his chest. "My species mates underwater. Which is not the best lubricant. Luckily, I make my own."

He finished by lifting his hand. Showing her just how shiny and slippery they were. There's no way all that came from her.

"Is that… What is that?"

"Lubricant. My prime ovules secrete it. To make it easier to slip inside you."

"Oh," she breathed. That's what he had been spreading around her with his fingers. Why he kept pulling them away but coming back. He was coating his fingers in that slippery substance before spreading it all over her.

"Now, put on your breather," Serval ordered, whispering it like a threat.

Sophie's hand fumbled as she lifted it back over her nose and mouth.

Serval yanked her under, the water closing over her head, as she blew out a breath, then dragged another one back in.

Breathing underwater was weird. Some part of her brain, even knowing the breather was there, insisted that it was wrong to be breathing now. Some primitive instinct refused to understand that she was safe.

But it was easy to shove that voice to the back of her mind when she had Serval's weight over her, dragging her down to the depths. His long, slick tongue sliding down her neck, her shoulder. He slipped it under the hem of her swimsuit top, between her breasts, and down. And began thrusting it in and out, like he was tit fucking her.

His prime ovules, longer than the others, began stroking between her thighs. They didn't sting like the ones on his head, but they spread more of that slippery slick. Preparing her for him.

Sophie felt, rather than saw, him hit the bottom. He lay her down onto the soft sand and when she nearly floated back up, he put a hand to her belly and pushed her right back down.

She didn't have goggles on. Serval was just a white and blue blur on top of her as he finally yanked her swimsuit bottoms completely off her legs before spreading them.

The blurry gold floated in the water where he tossed it away as he grabbed her top and yanked it down, freeing her breasts. He immediately circled his tongue around her nipple and tugged. It was a good thing the breather sealed against her face, because she couldn't stop her gasp as her head dropped back, not concerned at all about its position in her mouth.

One of his hands was on the other breast, tweaking the other nipple, as his second hand spread her legs, opening her up for him. To his seeking prime ovules.

He released her nipples, but they weren't abandoned long. There was suddenly an electric sting pricking the peaks. Her scream echoed loudly, distorted in the water as she clutched his shoulders, nails digging into his skin, refusing to let him pull back. It was exquisite pain, her eyes rolling in her head.

But he did lift his head, moving up her body until he was resting his cheek alongside hers. Nuzzling into her hair. Not breathing, he was holding his breath, but letting his olules sting along the sensitive skin of her face, her lips, her neck.

It almost distracted her from the pressure at the entrance of her pussy. The bulbous head of his cock pushing against her. She heard, distorted in the water, Serval groan as she hissed. He was large, and the sting of the stretch made her fingers clench into the soft sand as he sank into her slowly, his way eased by the slick his prime ovules were, even now, spreading between her legs.

The head finally popped past the ring of muscles at her entrance. She was panting now, bubbles rising in a steady stream from the breather as Serval paused for a moment. She heard him saying something but had no idea what it was.

She grabbed his ass, pulling against him, encouraging him to move without words. Stretching around his cock was pushing her body to its limits, but she absolutely loved it. She needed more. She needed to feel that girth deeper. She craved the ache of it.

Serval put both his hands on her thighs, pushing them up, out, stretching the tendons. Forcing her open for him, allowing him to slip a few inches deeper. She let out a delighted moan, digging her nails into his ass, rocking her hips up.

Then, she felt something stroking her down there.

Both of Serval's hands were on her thighs. Keeping her spread for him. Those tentacles around his cock were wriggling in the water. As free as his olules. They caressed along her pussy lips. They pushed her open. The prime ovules began playing with her clit as another one ventured lower, following her crack, and pressing against her sphincter without gaining ground. The sting wasn't as intense as it was from his olules, but it was enough to drive her mad.

Oh, and what a wonderful pressure.

Serval fell over her, laying her body against his. The movement hampered by the water. She whimpered, wondering how he would fuck her like this. Could he pound her like she craved, or would they have to seek the surface for that?

But then the exploring ovules suddenly became coordinated, and determined, in their movements as they began wriggling at her entrance. All of them. Digging. Pushing. Stretching her to a new extreme as she thrashed under Serval.

His arms went around her, keeping her still as they forced their way inside. It was incredible and painful, and she dug her nails into his sides, trying to pull him closer even as they were already plastered against each other.

The ovules forced their way inside her. They wrapped around the base of his dick, laying neatly against each other.

Then, they began to fuck her.

His ovules, unencumbered by the water, thrust in and out. Retreating until they nearly threatened to slip free, then slamming right back in. He was fucking her without moving. The wriggling tentacles pushed and stroked along her inner walls, teasing her in impossible ways as he built her pleasure into a hard, tightening knot in her belly.

He rested his face alongside hers, his olules stroking along her face. Stinging her neck, her cheeks, kissing her cheek, one of his hands running through her hair, grabbing her scalp. His prime ovules slid between their bodies and began circling, stinging her clit.

The completely unfamiliar sensations were quickly bringing her to an incredible orgasm.

Serval's hips began jerking. Rocking into her with tiny thrusts that bounced his cock inside her as he groaned. His echoing voice rumbled through her as her nails dug into his back. Her groin began to tighten as her orgasm threatened.

The ovules suddenly changed their movement. They stopped thrusting into her and instead all plunged deep. They wrapped around the base of his cock, laying on top of each other, forming a thick, solid knot, locking him inside. He couldn't move anymore, but the new, sudden stretch of the knot, the prime ovules rapidly flicking her clit, made her shatter. Her climax broke over her like a tidal wave, washing her away as her pussy clenched violently down on him.

Serval grunted, his body twitching as the heat of his cum filled her. She wasn't worried about getting pregnant, not since she had her ovulation turned off when she had her language imprint done. She could enjoy the warmth of a deep, satisfying cream pie, all knotted up and stuck on him, without worry.

And it was a good one. Serval's hips kept jerking, as though trying to get in deeper, as he grabbed her neck with his teeth – biting down until it stung, but not breaking the skin. His weight on her in the weightless underwater world was everything. The coolness of the water on her heated skin, the pressure of the ovule' knot in her pussy, the tautness of his muscles as he rode out his own orgasm, were all completely perfect.