Chapter 28

Serval

There was no more beautiful creature in all the universe. His mate, his Sophie, rising from the pool, the wii swirling and twisting along her beautiful body. Her fingers, her ears, were both glowing blue. But her hair, just off her scalp, was also blue. Unlike his olules, her hair didn't get blood flow and therefore wasn't warm at all. The result was a stunning, glowing mass of hair everywhere but the roots.

She was so lovely, smiling and glowing, walking towards him out of the water, that he almost forgot that he was holding her beads.

They had chosen to decorate her in all shades of blue and green with the occasional streak of white. To honor the planet she hailed from. She was one of them, but she was also of Earth, and they chose to reflect that in her coloration.

Sophie beamed upon seeing it as Serval handed the bottoms to his mother first.

"The beads are important," Ellow said, wrapping the skirt around Sophie's waist, tying it at her hip and closing the clasp around the knot to keep it tight. "They symbolize the unity of family. For a single bead is easily lost in the sands, but when we stay together, we are strong."

Sophie ran her hands over the skirt. It was longer on one side, coming up on a long angle, with the fringe of the black thread dangling around her thighs. The beads themselves were put together in a tight, solid mass, covering her ass and femininity completely. Not that she needed it, since she came out in a black swimming suit that was little more than strings itself.

He'd nearly lost control just seeing her walking out like that. Her breasts and hips and belly jiggling with each step. It was so unspeakably sexy.

Then, his mother wrapped the top around her. Unlike the skirt, the beads were sparse there, showing the netting of the black thread even more. The beads were only covering her breasts right over the very thin fabric she had worn. The rest just sat on her skin, teasing him with flashes of it as it moved. It tied around her neck and back, just like her swimming suit. The sparse fringe dangled around her belly. Each point where the black fabric met had a single gold bead.

She was absolutely beautiful all done up in pretty beads. They had deliberately kept it short so she wouldn't have to fight the extra weight while swimming. Serval didn't intend on letting her in the water without a breather, but just in case she did and got in trouble, the beads were lightweight. And if she had to, she could easily pop open the covers and pull the knots free, letting them drop. She could only hold her breath for a very short time. It made Serval nervous about her being in the deep water, so that was taken into concern when making her beads.

But the result was still beautiful. She wore them perfectly, running her hands over the new outfit with sparkling eyes.

His mother stepped back, beaming at the result. She truly looked decadent and sensual. The beads he'd grown up with and seen on everyone throughout his life had never seemed so blatantly lewd and sexual before.

And the glow of the wii only enhanced the effect.

The glow on her brown skin was incredible. Allowee didn't come in the same color shades as humans, and the brown of her skin really made the beads seem that much brighter.

His cock jumped under his own beads, but luckily no one noticed as they were all busy circling around Sophie, congratulating her and welcoming her to the family. Not just as a beaded adult, but in general.

She was one of them now. She carried their wii. No matter how far away she went, how far they explored, they'd always have a home here.

Serval pushed through the crowd, returning to his female's side. He put an arm around her waist, pulling her against him. He took his mother's place to lead her back to the island. There was going to be another feast later.

For now, there were games. There was music and dancing. Serval took Sophie over to the rei nesting pool and introduced her to the youngest members of the family.

The rei were still so small. She could easily hold two in her arms. Their feet and hands weren't developed yet. They were still flippers, allowing them to swim easily. They didn't have even olule nubs yet, and all of them were nude. They were also happy, gums flashing as they beamed and gathered at the edge when Sophie sank down and put her hands in to touch them.

"They're so cute!" Sophie laughed, wiggling her fingers, making the rei squirm in delight. They were making sweet little nonsense calls. One particularly tiny one grabbed her littlest finger and hung on as Sophie wiggled it and giggled.

Serval stroked his hands along her back, scratching her gently, imagining her in that same pool, birthing their own rei with the others.

After meeting the younglings, he returned them to the others and began showing Sophie how to play with the fishbone frisbee. She was absolutely terrible at it, but she laughed good-naturedly with his cousins every time she fell or lost control of the frisbee.

At some point, she sent him back to his room to fetch his combot fleet. He then watched, impressed, as she released them. She programmed them to fly all over, getting video of the entire celebration. One of the combots focused on his parents. His father embraced his mother, their olules winding together, as they waved to the humans on the other side. Another tracked his cousins' game. More got video of the males that were cooking, the females that were setting up for the feast. His sister swimming with a few more cousins. The aunties all gossiping, the uncles rocking their rei. The young chased after one of the darting robots, laughing and trying to catch it.

His family. All of them indulging her, just as they had once indulged him.

And his mate, operating his fleet with a look of intense concentration. He'd shown her how to use them, but he hadn't expected her to learn it so quickly.

"Check this out," she said, sending him a wicked grin. "I figured out if you line them up like this, you can get like a panoramic thing going."

Serval knew what she was talking about. He'd done it a few times when he needed to get a lot in one shot. But he hadn't shown her how to do it. She just discovered it on her own.

He watched the screen on the case as his cousins caught sight of the combots and immediately set to posing and flexing. Like they might impress the human females on the other side into coming to Wav'aii for them.

"Fools," Serval mumbled.

Sophie chuckled. "I think it's cute."

He turned his eyes onto her. "What was that?"

She caught his tone and looked at him. She giggled nervously. "No, I didn't mean they were cute, I just meant that-ah!"

He grabbed her, yanking her up and over his shoulder as she squealed in laughter. He could hear a few of his cousins laughing, a few others calling out encouragement.

Confident, unconcerned, he carried his mate across the island, leaving the celebration behind. He had very graciously surrendered her for the duration of the night and through the day. He was officially at the end of his patience, however, and bore her away as she laughed.

A pinch on his butt, followed by her giggles, made him bring up his hand and swat her ass in turn. She squeaked, her hands clutching onto his flanks. It was such a cute sound, made more from surprise than pain. Still, he slid his hand under her new beads and began stroking her ass. Squeezing the soft, jiggling flesh as he imagined holding onto it while he fucked her.

He descended the steps into their room and locked the door behind him. Assuring that they were well and truly alone. Though the windows provided a beautiful view of the sea, they were tinted so that anyone swimming out there couldn't see inside. Which meant there was no one here to witness as he ravished his female.

Which seemed such a shame. She was a beautiful creature that deserved admiration.

He walked to the center of the room and put one knee on the edge of the bed. He then dropped her inside, bouncing her on the cushions as she laughed. He smirked at the sight of her. Beautiful, hair and skin kissed by the sun, which he could swear was darker than it had been, while the highlights in her hair glowed brighter.

"You're going to break my beads," she pouted playfully, running her hands up her chest, to cover the beads on her breasts like she might be protecting them. But the way she massaged the soft flesh, looking at him with those tempting eyes, revealed her true intention.

For just as much as Serval enjoyed staring at his female, she enjoyed being stared at. She enjoyed having his eyes on her. She craved the adulation and appreciation of an audience. Even if it was only an audience of one.

The flash of a combot in the corner of his eye caught Serval's attention. Sophie's own eyes moved to it, then back to him. Something flashing in her gaze.

It was Lucky. His oldest, most reliable combot had broken from the fleet and followed them. Sophie had likely ordered it to record them for her channel, and it was following her orders exactly, even when they broke away from the rest of the party.

Serval smirked, looking back at her as the combat moved smoothly around, capturing every moment between them.

Serval gestured at the device, using the hand signal commands to move it into position so that it captured his mate at a high angle so that, when he viewed it later, he would be able to appreciate all of her at once.

Reaching down, he pulled at the tie keeping her top beads around her neck. She did the same thing behind her back, arching up to reach the tie behind her, before allowing him to grab the front and pull it away, freeing her breasts.

She repeated the same movement she'd just performed, stroking up her belly to cup her breasts and massage them. This time, she pinched her nipples, eyes drifting closed as she enjoyed the sensation, almost ignoring him as he turned to untying her bottom beads.

Those fell open and he didn't need her to find the two knots on either side of her swimming suit this time. He grabbed both sides and pulled at once, untying them together. He grasped the crotch of the bottoms and yanked, forcing them out from under her and tossing them aside.

Her legs fell open, her little cunt spreading for him. Already slick and shiny. Eager for him. His mouth watered just looking at it.

He dove in without hesitation. Grasping and squeezing the sweet softness of her thighs, spreading her legs further, licking his way up her slit to swirl his tongue around her little clit while she moaned and her belly tensed and rolled, humping against his face.

She was sweet and musky, like ovili but with the distinct hint of female that made her extra irresistible. He thrust his tongue deep, undulating his tongue, then swirling it like a corkscrew. She cried at that move, her back bowing, very nearly yanking free of him.

He grabbed her hips and yanked her right back, keeping her there as he feasted. Groaning low in his throat as his cock throbbed while his ovules waved, desperate to reach for her. But he didn't want to move his mouth yet.

When she came against his face, her juices and his spit combined left his face wet and shiny. The muscles of her sheath clenched and rippled on his tongue. He groaned, eyes rolling back, as he remembered feeling that on his cock.

He couldn't take it anymore.

He ripped his lips free and climbed up over her. He lined his cock up and slammed deep without hesitation. Sophie screamed, head dropping, back arching, nails digging into his arms as her little sheath rippled and clenched around him.

Serval groaned. The heat of her, the grip, the rippling motion of her muscles, drove every thought from his head.

Then, his ovules began seeking to climb inside her while the prime pair belatedly spread their slick around her entrance.

An allowee female would have her own prime ovules to tangle with his right around the entrance. They would wrap together and lubricate them both. He had wondered what his ovules would do when met without an analogous structure on his female.

It seemed they had decided to wriggle against her clit. The direct stimulation made her wild beneath him, increasing her pleasure. The pressure, the heat, of her made him shudder as his hips ground deeper into her, helping his ovules as they pushed past her entrance.

They writhed inside her. Teasing and massaging the sensitive flesh.

When he pulled back, drawing his cock out, they were reluctant to follow. Wiggling, trying to stay inside her, until they were perfectly straight and perpendicular to his shaft.

He slammed back in. Their hips smacking together. Sophie cried out. Lightning struck through his spine. That was even better than fucking her underwater with his ovules. He did it again. A singular, hard, smacking thrust. Then another. Another. Picking up the pace until he was pounding her into the bed, his hips moving fast as he fell over her.

Her arms immediately wrapped around his torso, nails digging into his back. He loved that tiny bite of pressure. He loved it when she dragged them down his back, lighting up tiny streaks of fire that only made him more desperate to claim her.

Sliding an arm around her waist, he turned them suddenly until she was on top.

"Ride me," he ordered, grabbing her hips. "Sit up. Show the camera the way your tits bounce as you take my cock."

She was breathing hard. Her hair wild as the bun it had been pulled into was half fallen. But her eyes sparkled with desire as she sat straight, putting her weight on her knees. She held onto his arms for balance-

-and began to bounce.

Serval watched, wide eyed and awed, at the unspeakably lewd and beautiful sight of his female, high on pleasure and lust, rocking her hips, up and down, circling them at the same time, like they were motor powered. Her breasts bounced, just like he hoped, but her whole body moved along with them. Shining with sweat, flushed around her neck, down her chest, her nipples peaked, her cunt stretched around him.

And that was perhaps the best part. Seeing that little hole stretch, red and shiny and slick, around his cock. It was pretty and obscene and perfect.

He groaned, fingers digging into her hips, helping her ride. The pleasure coiling and tensing in his belly as his balls drew upward.

"Sophie," he groaned. "I'm going to…"

"Yes," she purred, smirking at him as she panted. "Come in me. Do it. Knot me again!"

Serval's teeth clenched as his ovules, as though listening to her command, began to twirl together, forming the desired knot. It increased the incredible pressure of her sheath on him. His abdomen clenched as his release threatened.

Sophie's movements became frantic, she whimpered, as it turned into more of a grinding motion as he locked them together. He tightened his jaw until he was afraid he would break a tooth, but he refused to come. Not until he got to witness hers. See it happen in the air where the water environment couldn't dampen the sounds she made.

She clenched around him, her entire body shuddering.

She shattered.

With a cry, her head thrown back, her muscles all tensed, the ones in her belly jumping, as her cunt clenched and pulsed around him.

He could take it no longer. He broke as well, crying out as his hips jerked upward, balls clenching as he shot his release up into her. Flooding her little womb with each hot spurt.

She collapsed over him, breathing fast, her entire body now completely limp. He used his grip on her hips to grind her down into him as his thighs continued to twitch and jerk with each pump. It just made the hot gooey mess between them even messier as he churned it up.

But the knot his ovules formed kept it all trapped up inside her.

His grip finally loosened, and he instead wrapped his arms around her waist, grabbing a blanket to tug over their bodies so she wouldn't get cold. She didn't move, still breathing hard, as the last few, weak spurts filled her.

He kissed the top of her head, rubbing her back, as they lay there while the sea turned dark with the lowering sun.

"Serval," she called to him sleepily.

"Yes, lov'alel?"

"Take me to the city tomorrow. I want to go shopping."

He laughed, adjusting her leg so she could rest easier against him. "I have to get supplies for the ship anyway."

She made some sleepy sound that he took to be agreement. He held her close as he dozed, not really sleeping, but just enjoying his female's warmth as she slept.