Chapter Ten
“ C oming!” Nessa turned off the sink and moved to the door, wondering if a service droid was coming to take her empty tray. The sleek metal door slid back with a soft whoosh, and Kamau stood before her, head cocked with a somewhat uncertain expression.
“Hello, Nessa.”
“Oh! Hi!” Her weak muscles immediately felt warmer and stronger. “Come in! I thought you were too busy to visit today.”
“You were too busy,” he said, his voice holding a sharp edge that made her step back. “I’m sorry. I know you had to make statements and speak to so many people about unpleasant things.”
Nessa shrugged. “At least I’m alive to tell my story. The less groggy I am, the more I’m back to my old self, the more some pieces are falling into place.”
Kamau’s ears swiveled forward, and his tail—that talented tail—swished with interest. “Tell me?”
“Sure.” She beckoned him in, and he came, smelling deliciously of savory roasting meats and delicate spices. Good enough to eat.
Sudden images of her sliding that thick, juicy pink cock into her mouth overwhelmed her, and she wondered if he could sense the shift in her body. She could feel the warmth he evoked creating a heated puddle in her pussy that was slowly seeping out of her sheer, incredibly smooth underwear to kiss her thighs.
“You spoiled me,” she breathed out, more to herself than to him.
Kamau turned to look over his shoulder, and that was enough to send the heat from a slowly spreading puddle into a rushing river. The muscles in his shoulders and narrow back rippled, and the laser focus in his eyes pinned her to the spot and stole her air.
“I should tell you something first,” he said, his voice lower and more somber.
“What’s wrong? Something is wrong, isn’t it?” Nessa demanded, loving the way his voice caressed her but hating the serious tone that came with a frown.
“I heard part of your call. I thought I would slip in and leave you a tray of floribunda biscuits to keep up your strength—and because they are a sweet treat, though not as sweet as you.” Kamau’s serious frown fell to reveal a bashful smile, but then the wall went back up. “In the Servali System, there were few plants that grew in the deserts. That is somewhat different now, thanks to extensive terraforming, but in the days of early settlement, the floribunda bush grew with both flowers and fruit, similar to the cherry and rose of the Sapien System. Floribunda nectar, perfume, and other gifts made from the plant are used as a show of courtship and desire. They’re often given to couples at their weddings or to celebrate their unions, as well.”
“Aww. That’s so sweet. And you... You wanted to give that to me?” Nessa knew she was blushing, but she didn’t think Kamau would be able to tell, thanks to her dark skin and the dimness of the room. “No one’s ever been so sweet to me, Kamau.”
“I should not have given them to you without asking first. I... I think maybe our night together meant a great deal to me, but little to you. I heard you tell the man that he was your lover simply for a good time. I can accept that such is the way in human culture. I shouldn’t have overheard, but once I did—I hid. I thought I should avoid entangling my heart further with yours.” He gave her a wobbly smile. “But it was a very, very good time, my Nessa. And I will always be grateful for it, my Queen.”
“Oh. Oh, Kamau.” Nessa reached for his paw, sucking in a deep breath. “What I said to Merton wasn’t even true.”
“You do love him?”
“No. It wasn’t even for a good time. I hoped it would be, but it wasn’t. I... I’m older. Lonely. Working and living at the MWIP seriously limits your dating options. Merton and I met at a holiday party and got carried away. Months later, he asked me out for drinks, and the same thing happened. He’s not even a friend, he’s an acquaintance.”
“But you... You were intimate?”
“His body invaded my body when I was trying to feel something good. I don’t remember anything about it but expecting it to last longer and feel better. Or good at all.” Nessa winced at the fuzzy memory.
Kamau licked his lips. “Was—Was it good with me? Long enough and good enough, my Queen? Because I can do much better. I was—”
“You were amazing . It was much more than anything I’d ever felt before. I guess in the Felid culture, it starts in the heart and moves into the body?”
“Yes.”
“That’s how we dream of it going, but it rarely does. Humans seem to start in the sheets and fizzle out. It’s rare to hear someone talk about matters of the heart or being in love.”
Kamau’s hopeful look fell. “Oh. But Layla and Wendy—”
“I’m not them.” Nessa swallowed hard, wishing she could soften the words that had come out far too blunt and harsh. “Sorry, I didn’t mean—”
“I know what you meant. My ways aren’t right for you.”
Nessa kept a firm grip on the paw that he tried to pull away. “I wouldn’t say that. We could meet in the middle. Start at bodies and move to hearts?”
His other paw came up to cup her chin. “My Queen... My heart was pulled toward yours from the second I saw you. I have never felt anything like it. Even in a soiled uniform with blood trickles on your face—” Kamau let out a strangled gasp that was oddly one of the most articulate things she’d ever heard, “I was struck by your beauty, and I knew you were a warrior Queen, a goddess in human form.”
Nessa said nothing for a second, studying him. The enraptured look, his noise of awe, the paw that slid from her cheek to cover his chest...
He means it.
Too fast to mean it. Won’t last.
Who am I to judge? I’ve known humans who’ve fucked each other off and on for years. Didn’t last. Never even started. Meant nothing.
In a few strange days, we’ve made some kind of bond. He thinks the world of me.
And what do I think of him?
“I’m not good with words like you,” Nessa whispered, sliding her arms up his chest. “But I’d love to show you what I think.”
KAMAU’S EYES BUGGED as Nessa slid the white gown down. It flowed in some places and clung in others, but she was stepping out of it, revealing that she was topless underneath and wearing almost see-through white panties.
The blood in his body went pounding to his temples and to the root of his cock, engorging it so hard and fast that he hissed at the sudden ache.
“I heard this was your order.” Nessa snapped the stretchy band at her waist and then slid the last stitch of clothing down her long, curvy legs. “Did you pick out all of these clothes, Kamau?” she purred, voice a sultry sweet croon.
“The Queens helped, and then I ordered far more than they asked for in many sizes, figuring they would grow and shrink with carrying cubs, as all of them wanted children.”
“Smart. Helpful. Planning ahead. That’s sexy.”
“You’re too kind.” His brain felt like it was sinking under the weight of want. When she sank into the midst of the bed and rolled slowly, sensually to the middle, stretching out on her stomach and then her back before finally lying on her side to face him, he thought he might explode.
Doesn’t she realize that she’ll never get rid of me if she dances across the bed like that? Showing every inch of that body I long to worship?
She was so smooth in so many places, but he loved the dark, thick, curly patches of her, too, places that trapped the sweet, hungry scent of her and made his mouth water. When she crooked a finger at him, he sprang, slipping onto the sheets an arm’s length away.
“Do you think we can ‘converse’ like this?” Nessa asked, a fingertip reaching to trace his chest.
Kamau shrugged off his apron. “I never doubted you could converse in any way you choose, Nessa. You are intelligent, my Queen, and of course you are well-spoken. Your knowledge, your explanations—mm!” Kamau found his babble of praise smothered with one long kiss.
“You think too highly of me, and you’re too nice. It’s going to piss me off eventually—even though I like it,” Nessa admitted sheepishly.
“You think too little of yourself,” Kamau challenged, nipping her lips with his. “Perhaps you need to learn to like how a Servali Knight treats you—like his Queen. His goddess. His sweet reward, his lush comfort.” His paws squeezed her breasts, her rounded stomach, her sumptuous thighs. “Perhaps I ought to teach you.”
“Oooh.” Nessa shivered under his touch, but the sweet, heady scent coming from her doubled, making him swallow a sudden lake of wetness in his mouth. “I’m not sure I’m the kind who wants to be ‘schooled.’”
“Depends on how I teach, doesn’t it?” Kamau felt the sweet, docile meekness that he offered to Nessa being dwarfed by something stronger. More primal.
She’s mine. I must show her. Not let her get away.
“Maybe,” Nessa quivered when the paw on her thigh circled inward.
“And the lessons I could teach you about how much you are wanted?”
“M-maybe.” Her voice was just a breathy squeak as he worked his thumb between her plump lips, spreading her wetness around and rubbing it over the hard pebble under his paw. She gasped and arched her hips forward.
“See? You crave that touch. You crave it because you know you are worthy of it. Worthy of all my love and devotion, little Queen.”
“Little?” she laughed, shaking her head as she tipped it back, eyes closed.
“Little to me . Just bite-sized.” His jaws opened and closed around one breast, hard enough to make her jump but soft enough not to hurt her. His tongue flicked over her nipple as he mouthed her skin, moving from breast to shoulder to neck, clamping down as he felt her hands scrabbling at his hips, trying to get his uniform trousers off.
“You had best be sure how you feel about me before you go there,” he warned her—and himself.
“I’m sure I want to feel you against me,” Nessa rasped, burying her face against his chest as he scooted up over her, letting her thumbs finally hook over his waistband.
Kamau sprang out, hard and heavy against her palm, nubs already starting to swell as if he were inside of her. Silly body. Confused.
Her legs locked over his thighs, trapping them together, pressing his length to wetness. “Why in such a rush?” His tail curled over his back, wrapped around her ankle, and pulled, pinning her down on one side.
“Who’s rushing? I’ve never felt anything like this in thirty-five years.”
“And if it’s something you want, it’s worth waiting to enjoy. You keep trying to get to dessert without enjoying all the courses, Nessa,” Kamau teased with mock severity, a twinkle in his eye.
“OHHH. OH, YESSS. YES , God, please let me be your banquet,” Nessa whimpered as Kamau did things to her that would have earned an immediate punch to the jaw if anyone else had tried it. The long, lean Felid had his tail wrapped around both of her wrists so she couldn’t push him away from his meal—her sopping, glistening center. His strong paws pushed her legs down and apart, preventing her from shutting her quivering thighs on his face as he licked her to an orgasm that made her insides curl and her clit throb and pulse like a heartbeat.
But he wasn’t done. He nuzzled her, purring and making soft crooning mews of contentment that would melt a titanium shuttle housing. Then, he started again, nibbling over her supersensitive flesh, pulling each of her pouting dark pink lips into his mouth and worrying it as he looked up at her without a speck of remorse, plunging his tongue in and making her let out animalistic noises while his big green-gold eyes watched every second.
“A banquet usually has three courses or more, my Queen,” Kamau licked his lips, head resting on her thigh as she crashed down from her second peak. “I’m not done with you yet.”
“I can’t. My muscles will do something awful,” Nessa panted, feeling her weak legs go boneless as he released his grasp.
“Hmm. Maybe we just need to concentrate on another area. That’s the secret to good meals, you know. A blend of flavors. Salty, sweet, sour, bitter, and lush.”
He flattened himself to her, and she could feel his hard cock lying flat against the soft pouch of her belly. She nodded, mesmerized by the Felid who could be so sweet and courtly one second and, in the next, take total control of her—while still making her feel like a queen.
“Lush.” He repeated, freeing her hands and using his knee to move her thighs farther apart. “Like these.” His paws slid down and cupped her ass, squeezing each cheek, separating them and groaning. “Such a perfect pair. Like these.”
“Fuck, yes, like that,” Nessa whispered, clutching the back of his neck as he started a hard, rhythmic sucking of her nipples, one in his mouth while he moved his paw to tease and pinch the other.
She felt his tail teasing and toying with her pussy, then her ass, sliding between her cheeks. “What are you doing?”
“I have neglected this pleasure zone, my Queen.”
Felids are freaky. “Do Felid Queens... do that?”
“Of course! Why have a tail and a cock if we cannot satisfy our lovers in both places at once?”
“Well... I never did that sort of pleasuring. I’m not sure that’s something I’m ready for,” she hissed.
“I think you’ll like this massage,” Kamau reassured, pushing his muzzle to her mouth and sealing her hesitant agreement with a kiss.
The kisses were long and hypnotic, accompanied by the steady push, pinch, pull of his paws on her nipples while his tail caressed her anus, brushing against it, tracing it, taking the slick from her well-lubricated pussy on his tail tip and pressing in just a bit, enough to make her realize that there were a million nerve endings there, waiting to be lit up. Where her pussy wanted to be filled and stretched, there was a different sort of pleasure here, the enjoyment of tight muscles pushing back against an intruder, fighting slippery waves of sensation until Kamau nuzzled her neck and whispered, “Let me enter you, my Queen. Let me past that first tight push, and you’ll enjoy the fullness of my tail in your perfectly luscious bottom.”
She nodded, panting, eyes closed as the room spun. Kamau entered her more fully, and her body contracted around him. “I need you in me,” she demanded.
“Hasty.”
“I am not!” she whined.
“Too big.” He rubbed his tip against her entrance, a drop of his hips confirming that even as slick as she was, he wouldn’t fit in without a lot of pushing.
“You’re making me crazy,” Nessa whimpered.
“Crazy about me?” Kamau shoved himself up, his crown rubbing against her curls. His hips began to pump and glide.
Merton was like a one-legged squid in quicksand compared to Kamau, Nessa found herself thinking, as the Felid kept her dancing on the peak of climax. Paws and mouth on nipples and neck, tail in her ass, and those soft, nubby spines dragging over her clit as his hips rose and fell. “Next time, you’re going to fuck my pussy,” she demanded.
He didn’t say anything, looking at her with most of her breast pulled taut in his mouth.
“I... You... Ohhhhh. Oh, fuck!” Nessa clenched her eyes shut, her muscles, her hands in his fur—everything was tight and too much, and then—it all unraveled, leaving her in an endorphin rush she’d only come close to having once before.
With him.
“Next time, my Queen?” Kamau panted, dropping against her.
“Next time. But I’m not done with you yet,” Nessa warned. Gotta finish him. Or he won’t like me.
I want him to like me. Love me.
“No, we are far from done with each other. Now, we rest.” Kamau wound himself around her, purring so loudly that she wondered if the other members of the crew would come in to see what part of the ship was buzzing.
“But you’re not done.”
“I will be done later,” he laughed.
“I hate it when a guy doesn’t care if I finish,” Nessa struggled to grab his waist.
He bound her wrists softly with his tail, nuzzling her cheek. “You do care, you are just not going to take care of it this time. Do you understand, my Queen? The Servali Knights... We are not just about a ‘good time.’ We are about a good life.
A good life? “Hm?”
“A good life. Baking together. Trips on leave. We can go to that big human entertainment resort—Moon World! Learning each other’s favorite books and songs, games and sports. Learning to cook all of your favorite foods. I could show you Leo Falls—Rupex’s family used to take their holidays there, but we’re allowed to as well, he says.”
Nessa frowned. “Wait. With me?”
Kamau was silent. His arms wrapped around her more tightly. “Only if you would like that, my Queen.”
How could she answer? Yes, she’d like that. Would it happen? She didn’t know. “My father is on Sapien-Three. He’s old. He needs me nearby. We just met...”
“I know. My father and uncle will want me to be nearby, too, to go home for visits when I have leave. It was only a thought. A reason. The reason Servali males care about more than just a ‘good time.’”
A good time or a good life—a good life filled with things she’d only dreamed of...
“Nessa? Wasn’t there something you wanted to say before I spoke to you about overhearing your conversation?” Kamau suddenly asked, nudging her ribs.
Nessa frowned. “Yes.”
But before she could recall what it was, she was asleep.