Chapter 38

Serval

There was something in the air between him and his female as she took him by the hand and led him through the halls of their ship to their room. Korvii and Hela were in the guest room now. No one disturbed them or got in their way as she took him inside.

Neither of them spoke. Like they both felt the strangeness lingering. Not a strained pain, or even the shadow of hurt. It was like the calm after pain had faded. When you weren't hurting, but the area was still sensitive, and you were more aware of it than before.

He didn't know why Sophie was leading him back here, but he wasn't questioning it. He only knew where they were going because it was his home. He didn't actually look away from the back of her head as she took him wherever she wanted.

She felt safe with him.

She trusted him.

It was hard not to feel powerful hearing that. She allowed him to tend to her safety, and that made her seem careless. But it wasn't because she actually was careless, it was because she wasn't worried. She didn't need to be cautious because she left that to him.

As she should, a distinctly masculine voice declared in the back of his head.

She would let him handle the worrying and do as he suggested. Not because she was incapable of looking after herself, but because she didn't have to. That was his honor and privilege.

But he heard the unspoken other side to that as well.

She very well could take care of herself. And if she stopped letting him do so, it was because she no longer trusted or counted on him to do it for her.

And that was a threat he couldn't stand even the thought of.

Sophie brought him to their privy where she pushed him to lean against the counter before she got to work undressing him. His clothes were dusty and dirty, he was sweaty and filthy. He wanted to tell her that he could do that, but he held his tongue.

It was nice, having her take care of him like this. He stared at her face as she slowly, methodically worked, trying to figure out her purpose.

Her movements weren't sexual. Or enticing. They were more clinical. Efficient. Like she was performing a duty of some kind.

From his neck, down to his feet, she undressed him. Then, when she was done, she stepped back and undressed herself.

And while the movements might not have been overtly sensual, that didn't stop the immediate bolt of arousal that hit him the moment he saw more of her skin. She tossed her clothing aside with his, leaving her clad in nothing.

He licked his lips, entranced by the weight of her unbound breasts, the rounding of her hips, the tempting peek at her cunt.

She didn't have to try. He would want her no matter what she did or didn't wear, whether she tried or not. She was stunning to him. He was weak to her.

He let her grab him by the hand and pull him into the cleanser where she turned on the wii safe cleaning mist and began to rub her hands all over him. Wiping away the grime of the day.

His cock rose, his ovules waving hungrily in the air. He wanted to push her against the wall and claim her there. Reaffirm their bond. Remind her how precious she was to him.

But he didn't. Because he was still trying to figure out her purpose.

She finished cleaning him off, just as slowly and methodically as she had undressed him. When she finished, she put a hand to his chest, right over his heart.

"We're mates," she said simply. "We take care of each other. I do what you say. You do what I say. We work together."

Ah, that's what she was proving. Just as she felt safe with him, she was demonstrating how she took care of him in turn.

And she was telling him that she hadn't given up on feeling safe around him. He hadn't hurt her so badly, or so irreversibly, that he was no longer her safe place. And the damage he had done didn't mean she was taking away his soft place.

They were still mates. They were still taking care of each other.

She gave him a smile, and he finally reached for her. Putting his arm around her waist, pulling her in close so that she was pressed against him. And though his cock was hard, though it was always exciting to hold her rounded body against him, the embrace wasn't sexual.

It was comforting. It was loving and tender. He reveled in it. In her. Enjoying the warmth and joy she brought into his life.

Because that was what she did. She brought joy to others. To people she'd never met, but who she gave the chance to have a friend, a community, a few minutes of carefree, simple joy. Something so little, but something that meant so much.

The embrace lasted for a while. Until the cleaning mist evaporated from their skin, though some still dampened her hair. She moved a bit. Adjusting her stance. Her fingers trailed up his spine. Her back arching, pressing her breasts against his chest, as she barely rocked her hips, rubbing her belly across his cock.

One of his ovules, one of the longer prime ones, trailed down between them, between her legs, where it began to wiggle against her little clit. She moaned softly, panting as her lips parted and her eyes went foggy with rising desire.

Serval pushed her hair back, took her face in hands, tilted it back for her, so he could watch her expression as she began to shake and squirm. One ovule finding its target, enjoying the slick heat between her thighs, prompted the others to try to wriggle their way down. Not all of them were long enough to reach, but they still made the effort. Massaging her lower belly, her mons, her slit, her lips. A couple others found her clit and they worked together to writhe and wrap around the hardening, pounding ball of flesh, as his prime ovules slipped into her hole. Fucking her gently, shallowly.

All the while, Sophie was panting, whimpering, her legs shaking, her hips rocking, her fingers clenching into his back as she sagged against him. Fighting to stay on her own two feet. Her face was so beautiful as her eyes turned glassy and unfocused and her plump lips parted, giving him teasing glimpses of her tongue.

He let his ovules tease and stroke and fuck her until her knees collapsed. He moved then, catching her by the waist and jerking her up against his chest to keep her from falling. Her head fell onto his shoulder as her legs parted, clasping around his hips as his ovules followed, still trying to circle her clit, teasing at her entrance, spreading his slick.

She was pressed right against his cock. A fact that did not escape her notice as she began trying to grind against it as he carried her out of the privy and into the bedroom.

"Serval…" She moaned, jumping as his olules stroked her face, stinging and caressing her. Making her little cunt sloppy and wet as she tried to ride him.

He wanted nothing more than to grab her by the hips, guide her up, then down onto his cock and fuck her right there. Use gravity itself to pound her deep.

But he also wanted to show her just how sorry he was. How much he appreciated her. How much he valued her.

He wanted to revel in his joy with his female. Drown in his gratitude for her presence, for the trust she placed in him.

Lovingly, gently, he laid her down onto the bed. Being careful with her head. She opened her mouth, but he didn't hear what she was about to say because he claimed her lips in a long, slow, languid kiss. She groaned, holding onto him as he spread her legs around his waist.

She felt so good against his cock. He wanted nothing more than to notch his head at her entrance and push his way home. To cover and claim her fast and hard until she was a screaming, quivering mess under him.

Later, he promised himself. He would have all the time for that later.

For now, he began kissing his way down her neck. Stopping to nibble on her collarbone as his olules stroked her lips. Stinging and teasing her as a few of them pushed into her mouth. She groaned, sucking them as they thrust in and out, playing with her tongue. A few others stinging behind her ears, along her neck.

She cried out, her hips jerking against him. Trying to find his cock, but only succeeding in grinding against his abdomen. Leaving wet spots that made his cockhead leak with yearning.

But he was having too much fun as he continued kissing down. Along her sternum, trailing his olules, leaving a stinging path past her collarbones, down to the roundness of her breasts. They eagerly circled her nipples, pulling and squeezing as others played with the soft skin.

Her mouth now free, she could cry out for him as her back bowed, her fingers clenching against the bedding as her head thrashed back and forth.

"Serval, please!" She pleaded, still humping up against him, now against his chest.

"I think we need something pleasant to watch," he said, gesturing for his combot to come close. It didn't take him long to find the videos he had of her, or to project them around her,

Sophie stared, open mouthed and shivering, as she watched him fuck her. Their first encounter when they masturbated to each other, and the time they properly fucked back home on Wav'aii. The two pornographic personal films played as he continued his slow journey down, kissing over the round softness of her belly. His olules hung onto her tits as long as possible, pulling them down by the nipple, until they were stretched as far as possible. They finally lost their grip and her breasts jerked back up, hard little nipples left hard and prominent.

She twitched and thrashed under him, but her eyes were fixated on the displays. The past echoes of her pleasure moaning loudly in the air as he took his time.

His olules trailed along her belly, stroked her waist, her hips, following him ever downward as he lifted her legs over his shoulders.

He pressed a kiss to her mons before using his hands to spread her open. Her hungry hole pulsed and leaked under his gaze. Eager for his cock. His tongue. His fingers. Desperate for any sort of attention he would give.

His olules took full advantage of the way he held her open. One of them immediately wrapped around her clit, stinging and stroking it at full power. Sophie screamed, her entire body jumping. He tightened his grip on her legs, pushing them up to not only spread her further, giving his olules the space they needed, but also to push her into the bed. Keep her still and vulnerable as his stinging tentacles began stroking all the sensitive, soft flesh.