Chapter 39

Sophie

He was stinging her pussy. Not with the lighter sting of his ovules, but with the full sting of his olules! Each touch was an electric shock to the most sensitive part of her body. The overwhelming stimulation made her want to thrash and scream, but his firm grip meant she could only do the latter as the agonizing pleasure struck her with each painful caress.

Then, his olules found the entrance of her pussy and she didn't even notice the homemade pornos still playing on loop overhead.

The sting at the soft, pink skin stole her breath, froze her in place. But she wasn't even given a chance to adjust to that before one of them was shoved deep inside her. Stinging deep inside her.

She shrieked, her voice breaking, as she came around the wriggly tentacle. The deep, electric sting was inside her pussy! It was inside her! Shattering her mind. Destroying it as the orgasm just seemed to go on and on and-

Oh, fuck there were more! His olules were fighting to sink inside her. All of them wriggling and thrusting at different rates, confusing her body as it felt like she was being claimed by half a dozen different cocks. All of them stretching her out. Stinging her so deep! Against her clit, her entrance, her g-spot and-

She shrieked until her voice stopped, no more air left to move, only a desperate rattling gasp left in her throat as one particularly long olule reached all the way to her cervix. Stinging and wriggling around the deepest part of her.

Serval was fucking her with his stinging tentacles, and it was exquisite torture. She could feel the slickness of her overstimulated pussy dripping down between her cheeks. Followed immediately by a curious olule that explored and stung around her asshole. Pushing against it. Trying to force its way inside that dark, forbidden, sensitive entrance. And that brought a new layer of sensitivity that shattered what remained of her mind.

The sensations were too much. The pain. The pleasure. One orgasm bleeding into another.

One of her hands grabbed Serval's head, clenching into his olules. Spreading more stinging to her sensitive fingers. He grunted at the pain of her grip, but he didn't pull away. If anything, his olules' movements became more frantic, as though desperate to fuck her as much as possible before they were forced away.

She wanted to beg for mercy. She wanted to pull away. Her body was trying to do it. But she wasn't succeeding because she didn't want that at all. She was nothing but a mass of nerves and feelings. It was a storm of sensations that robbed her of everything. It was acutely painful as she was forced to come more than she could stand, but each wave of pleasure that drowned her in its overwhelming rush was even better than the last thanks to that accompanying pain.

She was completely at Serval's mercy. She could do nothing but submit to his ruthless pleasure as he nuzzled and kissed and nipped at her thighs. Watching her with burning eyes as his olules broke her brain into shattered pieces.

Sophie didn't know how long it lasted. It seemed to be hours, though it couldn't possibly have lasted that long. There was no way her body was capable of bearing this mind melting, all consuming pleasurable agony for so long.

However long it lasted, it pushed her right to the brink of unconsciousness when Serval finally sat up on his knees, freeing her from his olules. She continued to twitch and shake from the aftershocks as even the air was too much for her overly sensitized flesh.

She wasn't given a chance to recover either. Serval lifted her by the trembling hips, put the head of his cock at her entrance, and slammed forward. Burying himself into her violently spasming pussy. The sudden stretch, followed by the wriggling and teasing of his ovules was entirely too much. But she couldn't move because Serval laid over her, holding her down with his weight as he pounded her into the mattress.

She scratched desperately at his back, eyes rolling in her head, as his ovules laid across each other, forming a knot that plugged her up. The pressure, the power of his thrusts, had her rushing towards one last, overpowering climax.

He rested his head beside hers, their temples pressed together, burying his face into her neck as his olules kissed at her lips, played with her tongue.

He began grunting as his thrusts became wild and desperate. His muscles all tensing. She grabbed him tight, wrapping her legs around his waist, locking him to her as he came with a shout, grinding into her deeper with each heated pump, increasing the pressure inside her as his seed was kept trapped inside with his ovules' knot.

The pressure, the heat, the stretch, the shocking kiss of his olules, broke her over that last climax. She opened her mouth in a wordless cry as her limbs all locked around him. Clutching him close as he groaned at her pussy's clenching.

The tension only lasted seconds. She was too exhausted, too weakened, by his olules' fucking that she couldn't keep her grip. Her arms flopped onto the bed as her legs spread, her body completely limp beneath him except for the occasional twitch as the aftershocks of pleasure continued to strike like the beating of a whip against her.

Serval turned his head, pulling his olules free of her mouth. Granting her reprieve from their stinging caress as he kissed the side of her neck.

"I love you, my fierce mate," he muttered sleepily. His day had been more exhausting than hers. "I adore you. I treasure you. I will never again make you think otherwise."

Sophie smiled weakly, wishing she had the strength to hold him, but her body felt like a sack of water – boneless and weak and squishy.

"I love you too, mi amor," she mumbled.

"Will you come home with me?"

"I already came home with you," she chuckled.

"No. I mean, will you go through the mating ceremony with me?"

Her eyes opened again, and her smile widened. "Really?"

He chuckled, nuzzling her temple. "You're surprised?"

"I thought we were going to wait until next year when we went back to Wav'aii."

"I don't want to wait. I want to do it now. We should have done it before we left, but I was being an idiot. Will you? Please?"

It turns out, she did have the strength to hold him after all. She put her arms around his back as she beamed.

"Yes. Of course!"

She felt him smile against her head as he pulled her close. Still inside her. Ovules refusing to relax, so his cock was kept warm inside her.

They fell asleep like that. Unconsciousness dragging them down slowly. Sweetly.

Sophie slipped away with a smile, loving how safe and comfortable she felt in his arms, his weight over her, filled with his warmth, exhausted from his lovemaking.

If that was her treat every time she got mad at him, she looked forward to all the arguments they'd have in the future.

***

The next day, after a morning of long, slow lovemaking, Sophie and Serval finally left the room.

Serval had a message waiting for him from Nox. It was short and to the point – as to be expected from his taciturn box.

‘Best camera work yet. That or better quality only from now on.'

"Best camera work?" Serval cocked his head curiously as Sophie braided back her hair. "Sophie, did you send Nox the segments we recorded already?"

"Yeah. I sent them after you left the planet. Why? Did he like them?"

Instead of answering, Serval pulled up the segment on the netsite and started playing it. Sophie tied off her braid and came to join him, wrapping her arms around him from behind. Nox had done some more editing on the product she sent him, but it was largely unchanged overall.

Silently, the two watched his interviews alongside all the video she'd recorded with the combots. For her first serious story, she thought it came out rather well. But Serval was silent until the story finished with a direction to another video that showed Holivair and the arrest of Prince Qui'tal. Which surprised her. The justice system in space really did not play.

"What do you think?" Sophie asked when the video finished. "Not bad, huh? I tried to keep with your editing style but-woah!"

Serval turned so quickly, she didn't even have time to loosen her arms. She was just suddenly clutched against his chest, one of his hands holding the back of her head, pressing her against him.

"It was brilliant," he whispered. "You were incredible, Sophie."

"Thanks," she smiled.

"No." He leaned back, looking down at her, a new respect gleaming in his gaze. "You're… really good."

"You just noticing that now?"

"I think I'm only fully appreciating it now."

Surprised by the admission, Sophie laughed, but Serval remained completely sincere.

"I'm sorry," he said, running his hand down her braid. "You're wonderful at this. At camera work, at editing, at story telling. Your genre is just so different from mine, it was hard to see it before."

Sophie laughed, reaching up to twist her fingers into his olules. "Don't forget again, got it? There's more adulation you can shower me in than just my looks, you know? I also accept it about my work."

"I'll keep that in mind," he chuckled as the door to the bridge opened, allowing in Korvii and Hela.

They had already been up earlier and made themselves breakfast before returning to the guest room. The two greeted them warmly as Korvii bragged that he had fucked his mate longer than Serval, so he was clearly the superior lover.

Sophie could only grin as Serval snapped back, annoyed, that he definitely wasn't.

"Forgive my mate," Hela said to her, smiling at Korvii affectionately as the two males bickered back and forth. "He's very competitive. To the point of impropriety sometimes."

"Oh, I don't mind," Sophie shrugged. "He's wrong though."

"Hm?"

"Serval is definitely the better lover."

Hela's eyes sparkled with mischief as she crossed her arms, looking at her. "Begging to differ, little human. We went to bed before you and left our room after. I do believe that means we win."

"Ah, but victory in this arena isn't measured by time spent," Sophie countered grandly, their words having earned the attention of the males. "I'd argue that number of orgasms given supersedes time taken to get there."

"I would say I still win," Korvii declared, smirking at Serval.

"You wish," he snorted.

Sophie snickered behind her hand as they started arguing over numbers.

Korvii and Hela were fun. Sophie found it funny that Korvii was willing to challenge Serval over any and everything. And Serval acted annoyed, but he rose to that challenge every time. Hela and Sophie took turns cheering them on and adding their opinions as the topic switched from who was better at sex to who had done a better job on the surface last night.

There were still some things to clear up today. All four of them had to be questioned by the peacekeepers. They turned their footage into Nox who chastised them for waiting so damn long. Though he did seem pleased that the four of them had worked together to get the story covered from all angles. A feat that didn't seem likely to happen again soon since Korvii immediately challenged Serval to see who would get the best story next.

The four of them hung out for the entire day. Working on write ups for Nox. Completing their interviews with the peacekeepers. Retrieving their landing pods. Finally, they were given permission by the authorities to leave at their convenience.

Serval guided his ship over to where Korvii and Hela had left theirs. They would be able to recover their own landing pods from there. The ships attached and the doors opened between them.

"We should get together again sometime," Sophie said as they saw them off.

"I agree," Hela beamed.

"I don't," Serval grumbled, glaring at Korvii who was smirking.

"You're just afraid that I'll show them that I really am better."

"Ha!"

Sophie chuckled, Hela and her sharing an amused glance. They might amp up their guys, but they weren't nearly so competitive as them. It was just fun to be part of it.

"Bye." Sophie waved as the two walked through.

The doors shut and sealed between them. The ship jerked as they separated. And Sophie and Serval were alone again.

She smiled at her mate as he put an arm around her waist. "I'm going to miss them."

"I'm not," he grunted, lips curled.

She laughed. "So, what is our next story?"

He looked down at her. "Did you forget already?"

"Hm?"

He turned, scooping her up into his arms. "We're going home. We're going to have our mating ceremony."

"Oh," she blinked, startled. "You meant right now?"

"I'm not waiting a day longer than I have to." He tightened his grip on her. "I should have done it before we left Wav'aii before. I'm never again going to let my career interfere with you. You are the most important thing in my life, not competing with Korvii."

She laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Let's go back home then."

He smirked, pleased with the answer.

"What's the mating ceremony involve anyway?"