Chapter Six
“ C ould I ask one favor before you go?” Nessa looked at the red electronic numbers above the door to her quarters. She and Kamau had talked for three hours without a single lag in the conversation, something that had never happened on any of her ill-fated dates.
This wasn’t a date. It was just two people getting to know each other.
And that isn’t what dating is?
Well, it’s what dating was supposed to be. Nessa had to admit that on Sapien-Three, dating had become synonymous with sex, and that was extra true at the MWIP, where people were kept together with little chance to leave, lots of stress, and an eagerness to take their tensions out on something pleasurable.
But sex sucked with Merton—her on-again, off-again date who worked in flight coordination. She’d seen him twice in two years, and both times ended in lackluster sex where he finished before she’d even started to enjoy it.
“I would do a thousand favors for you, Nessa. Name them.”
Kamau’s low, husky voice and the way he gently lifted her hand in one paw as he spoke gave her the tingly butterflies in her middle.
I thought all those damn fluttery things were dead, she thought, trying not to get carried away.
What the hell? I’ll only be here for a couple of weeks. Let’s get carried away!
She ignored the little voice that warned her she should keep her distance and guard her heart, that told her if she explored the instant connection she had with Kamau, she would regret it.
It’ll hurt to leave him.
Well... It’ll hurt to leave all of them. A day on the Comet Stalker has felt better than the last ten at the MWIP—and that’s even after a near-death experience!
“What is the favor, my Queen? You can ask me for anything,” Kamau asked, deep voice dropping even deeper, turning the fluttering inside of her into a throb.
“Can you show me how the shower works—and can I make it more human-friendly? It’s so big in there, and I’m getting tired, but I’d still like to shower before I get into bed.”
Kamau gave her a critical look. “I don’t think you should shower. You should soak in the tub. And yes! I know that you must not get your hair wet unless you have all the tools and treatments you require. I will help you put your hair up, and I will get you paw balm for your skin. If you’re tired, I’ll carry you.”
“I didn’t even see there was a tub, just a stand-up shower,” Nessa stammered as she held out her arms for Kamau to pick her up.
He swept her up and carried her easily, walking her into the bathroom. “You just have to change the settings on the shower. See? The walls are up, to create a shower stall. Press this,” he showed her a small white panel on the bathroom wall, “and set it for soaking tub.”
Instantly, the tall opaque walls of the shower slid down, folded at the top, and created a large rectangular tub. The shower’s spout still remained high up on the wall, but a second spout lower down began to gush out hot water at the touch of another button.
“Foaming fur wash?” he asked, setting her down, his paw hovering over another button.
“Um. I don’t have fur.” I probably have a whole lot of bushy-ness going on. Man, why didn’t I shave my legs—or anything else—before going to work that day?
Because you didn’t know you’d get sucked into outer space, Ness. Not like Servali women are hairless. He’s covered in fur.
“Layla and Wendy say it’s like the fancy body wash that humans soak in? Bubble bath?”
“Oh! Then sign me up!” Nessa chuckled.
“I’ll get you a scarf for your hair, and then I’ll show you all the settings,” Kamau promised and trotted off. “Oh! And I’ll get you an outfit for sleeping and one for tomorrow. I’m afraid we had to cut off your uniform—I mean, Skyla did. Not me. But it’s being repaired.”
“I’m not fussy—but I don’t like skirts.”
“I will return with pants!”
Nessa laughed as she watched him dart away, a secret smile on her face as she heard the telltale purr of happiness.
Doing things for me makes him happy?
Damn, he wouldn’t survive a day in most parts of the Sapien System. The sharks would eat up a kind soul like him.
Why do I want to go back to a place like that?
Shaking her head to stop those pointless thoughts, Nessa used the toilet (cursing as she almost fell in) and the sink (the toothbrush was about a foot long—which made sense for Felid mouths), then hesitated before sliding off her borrowed blue dress and looking at the smooth white bra and panties she’d been put in.
Almost like a bikini—a thing I would never wear. Nessa looked in the mirror and tried to decide if Felids would find her attractive if they could see what was under the clothes.
Rounded belly. Thighs that didn’t just kiss, they made out. A backside that was her favorite asset, pun intended.
Maybe in some dimmer lighting, Nessa mused silently, reaching for the panel of buttons on the wall. One had to make the bright white lights above more soft and flattering...
She tapped one. Lights turned pink. Okay, that wasn’t so bad.
Tapped another.
“You’re listening to Dance Pride, Felix Orbus’ Audio Media station guaranteed to make you put your paws in the air!”
“Not that button,” Nessa smacked it off, and the speakers above her head went silent.
Another button sent the door flying open, just in time for Kamau to appear.
“Wendy and Jade had already picked out a whole wardrobe for you from the supplies I ordered!” Kamau bounced back in, voice lilting in triumph as he held out a white box piled high, clothes overflowing from it.
He looked up with a broad grin—met her eyes, and dropped the box. “Oh! Oh, is that a bathing suit, Miss Nessa? It’s stunning!”
“Uh. Yes! Sure.”
“I should have known Layla would have thought of such a thing. There is a small lap pool in the fitness area, but I don’t believe it’s been refurbished yet. Here is a scarf.” He held out a pink, gauzy piece of material.
I’m standing in my underwear in front of Kamau... and he thinks I’m gorgeous.
“I need to sit,” Nessa said abruptly, her limited strength suddenly sapped.
Kamau hurried to her side with concern. “I’ll sit you in the tub, my Queen, and I’ll show you how the settings work while you rest.”
A dozen protests sprang to mind—and fell into the pit of her guilty conscience.
Just pretend this is how your life is supposed to go. That you’re a pampered, beautiful queen with this sweet, sexy Servali adoring you. Reality sucked . She was always the strong one. He thought she was some “warrior,” someone super important, when all she was was a glorified button pusher who got snapped at by most of the people you try to keep alive.
I almost died. Got shot at. Was sort of kidnapped.
If I don’t get to play the damsel in distress for one night, what’s the point of actually being distressed? “That would be very nice. And since this tub is so big, I’m worried that I’ll just... slide away. And I might be too weak to swim back to the surface.” She stared at Kamau as he put his arm around her back, skin undulating in delight at the feel of sensuous fur and craveable muscles pressed against her bare back.
“Would you like me to ask Layla or Wendy to join you and watch over you?”
“Well, if you’re not too busy, maybe you’d like to do it yourself?”
SHE WANTS ME TO WATCH her bathe?
Not in his wildest erotic fantasies did he imagine getting to witness such an intimate moment. He’d almost died at the sight of her in that white swimsuit, two pieces covering the most luscious parts of her while creating a drool-worthy contrast with her buttery brown skin.
All those thoughts raced through his mind while surprise rocked his frame—and loosened his grip. He practically dropped Nessa in the tub, which easily came up to her shoulders.
“Oh! My Queen, I am so sorry!” he yelped and had no choice but to dive in after her, pants, thin uniform shirt, and all.
“You could just say no,” Nessa sputtered, floundering and gasping.
“Is your hair ruined?”
“No, just my pride.”
“Your pride? I was so flattered and humbled to be asked—but you should know,” Kamau cleared his throat, “that I would find it more than an honor. It would be a pleasure. A pleasure I should not have because I am not your King.”
“Oh. Oh! Well, on Sapien-Three, where I was raised, there are no rules like that. If a woman wants a man to join her in her bathtub... Well, she’s rich, for one thing, or she would just have a crummy little showerhead that bolts to a wall over a drain. But it means she likes the man a lot. Wants to enjoy his company.”
“I do enjoy your company. Far more than I should.” Kamau gave his explanation while praying she would stay on the other side of the tub. Tight, wet trousers that were suctioned to his legs were not hindering his body’s response to Nessa in the least.
She looks adorable in bubbles. What would she be like covered in whipped custard? Or plumcotta mousse? I would lick each and every dollop from her skin.
He pictured the places hiding under her white swimsuit. There were some places that smelled even sweeter than the finest desserts. He wanted to lick her there, chase the scent, working his tongue deep inside the place his cock was suddenly aching to be.
“You have someone somewhere else?” Nessa asked, jarring him from his thoughts. “I should have known that. No one as sweet and handsome as you would be single.”
“I’d like to think that would be true—if there were more female Felids of my age left alive. But you... Even though you say there is no one, I cannot believe that. Maybe they haven’t told you yet.” Kamau stood transfixed, watching her coming closer.
“Then they waited too long. I’m here now. I could have died. What would have happened if I had? I’d never have met you.”
That made all the conventions and rules in his brain go silent.
We have a single chance meeting in the stars, a miracle moment. Multiple miracles, a miracle that she was still alive when she landed, a miracle my pod was the one just before that derelict shuttle that ensnared her, a miracle that she is well enough to even consider romantic activities.
All the more miraculous because a brave warrior Queen like her should consider someone like me...
“You’re not well, yet,” he whispered.
“I know. I’m probably not what you want to—”
“You are going to let me take care of you, my Queen. My Nessa. May I serve you, honored guest?”
“Like I’d say no to that.”
SHE WATCHED HIM PEELING off his clothes, wishing bubbles were out of the way so she could see the equipment bobbing under the water. “Take care of? Serve?” she asked in a breathless whisper when Kamau came close to her, and then moved behind her.
I’m going to get railed by someone seven feet tall. That’s gotta be one huge cock. Her pussy jumped in excitement, and her stomach clutched in worry. This is probably going to hurt. If his idea of serving is the same as Merton’s, this is going to be over in five minutes.
“You will sit, and I will soothe your muscles. You just relax.”
Paws latched onto her shoulders and circled, breaking knots and tangles in her nerves and muscles that she hadn’t even known were there until she cried out and went limp in relief.
“Too much?”
“Nope.”
His head rested on top of hers, and she could feel his tail brushing against her ankle. She rubbed back against him, smiling when it curled slowly up her calf. “Mmm. I always heard Felids were standoffish. Didn’t like to mix with other species.”
“For the best part of the last decade, we were in strict quarantines within our own planets, sometimes our own towns and houses, trying to save our Queens.”
Saddened, she leaned against him. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. When a Knight or King is with a Queen, he is allowed to be affectionate. In Servali culture, the King’s Pride is his Queen and cubs. He is nothing without them. It is his goal to have a Queen who adores him,” his lips were pressing her neck now as his paws worked down her arms, kneading her like dough, “and craves him.”
“This is craveable,” Nessa gasped as his paws landed on her lower back, just above her hips. “Keep going.”
“Anywhere I should avoid, Nessa?”
“No, go wherever you want. Keep talking,” she sighed, licking her lips as she turned her head and his muzzle brushed against hers, making her heart skip a beat.
“Where was I?” Kamau whispered, eyes still locked with hers.
When she spoke, her mouth touched his thin black lips, whispering against them. “Making your Queen crave you,” she breathed.
“Mm. Because our Queens are in heat for weeks at a time, at least three times a year. And we must satisfy her, and mesh with her, hours of giving her pleasure to thank her for choosing us and for having our cubs.”
“Hours?” Nessa didn’t mean to laugh, but the disbelieving sound escaped. “Hours at a time over the course of these heats?”
Kamau pulled back, a slight frown on his face. “Well, usually about two hours each time, and many times over those weeks. But part of that is the meshing.”
“What’s that mean?”
He hesitated. “Well, I should not be the one to tell you, Nessa, I—”
“Do you want to show me instead?”
HIS brAIN WAS FLOATING away, leaving only some hidden, hungry instincts that should never have existed in a civilized Felid.
He rubbed himself against her back, his cock swiveling over her curvy bottom, so plump and squeezable. Slowly, he whirled her in the water to face him, letting her hands brush his sides, swallowing a hiss when she started to stroke them up and down his chest, working lower each time, as if she knew exactly how to drive him mad.
She must know what she was doing to him, staring up at him with wide eyes, long, dark lashes beckoning him as she blinked slowly. Her white suit was now transparent in the water, and with her facing him, he could see her enormous, mouth-watering breasts tempting him. He longed to suck on the barely concealed nipples straining and hard beneath the thin fabric.
“Felid males have small nubs at the base of their erections,” he said, trying to hold onto some semblance of manners, working to put facts ahead of sheer lust. “Once a Felid is inside of his partner, he swells, locking them together for a long time. He stays hard for that time, so his Queens can use him, rocking herself to peak after peak as he is squeezed and massaged in her tight embrace, making sure every drop of his essence is planted in her.”
Nessa’s head tipped back, staring up at him with starry, sleepy eyes. “Really?”
“Mmhm.”
“And... Layla, Wendy, and Jade? And these other women? Do they ‘mesh’ with their Felid lovers?”
Kamau cleared his throat. “I have not seen that directly, but I believe so. I know it, in fact, because a King cannot leave his Queen once they’ve been meshed without pain and possible tearing, and this has delayed Rupex and Talos on occasion.” Kamau placed his paws firmly on Nessa’s shoulders. “You sit. I’m not done with your massage.”
It was the best way to prevent him from ripping off her swimsuit and trying to rut her right then and there.
Nessa let him put her on the edge of the tub, hands planted out behind her to support her weak back, legs parting slightly.
He couldn’t suppress the groan that came from his heart when he looked at her thighs, wanting to pillow his head on them. When he caught the scent of her wet heat that came racing toward him when he grabbed her calf and foot, stroking and kneading them, he almost bit her softly, marking her like the Kings of old.
“You bring out a very savage side of me,” he admitted, because she loosened his tongue with criminal ease.
“You? You’re so gentle and kind! I’ve met savage. You’re not it.”
“Not savage like the beasts who drug and trap women. Savage like the Kings who would chase their mates through the dunes, catching them and marking them with love bites, rutting into them so that the air echoed with the sounds of their passion. That kind of savage.”
“I don’t think humans are meant to be bitten like Servali Queens,” Nessa cautioned, but her voice was a moan as he worked his digits into the soles of each delicately arched foot.
He was enchanted with her short round toes, her sweetly curved calves, and then he reached her thighs, and his cock seemed to turn to steel instead of flesh. Every bit as soft and yielding as he imagined. I want to be buried between them. First my face. Then my paws and tail. And finally, feel them locked around my hips as she takes my length until I swell inside of her, keeping her with me.
“Maybe not bitten. How about licked?” He dared to run his long, textured tongue against her calf.
NO MAN HAD EVER GONE down on her. That would mean something beyond selfish, pleasure-seeking dates. That would mean love and time.
“Please,” she wheezed out, afraid to agree, afraid to miss the chance.
She didn’t know what would happen next, but she expected it to be short-lived and followed by demanding thrusts, even though Kamau didn’t seem demanding in the slightest.
“Hard to learn new tricks,” she muttered as Kamau kissed his way across her knee.
“I know I have never pleasured a human before, but I can learn,” he whispered.
“I’ve never been pleasured like this, so I can learn, too.”
“What?” Kamau looked up at her, frowning. “You have not had—”
“I have had lovers. But... not really what you’d call a lover. More like someone who used me to make himself feel good, so the idea that you want to make me feel good first is new. And I’m into it,” Nessa smiled.
Kamau’s ears flattened, which pulled her heartstrings into a full symphony. “How could he resist? I don’t understand human men,” he grumbled—and then he stopped talking for a few minutes.
Her thighs were his dessert. He traced water droplets and rivers across them as he kissed and nuzzled his way to her core, parting her legs to roll her wet clinging panties down, letting out a purr so loud that she could feel her nerve endings ignite as he revealed her pussy.
“Ohhh, Bastet. You are so gorgeous! And so many little folds, like the petals of a flower. Are all of them equally sensitive?” he asked, eyes glowing greenish-yellow as he rested his muzzle against her mound.
“N-no. I don’t know,” Nessa blurted, realizing that she knew exactly how to get herself off, but she didn’t waste much time experimenting and exploring.
Kamau ran a digit lightly over the seam of her pussy, parting her thick outer lips to expose her secrets. “So soft,” he marveled. “The softest, sweetest little pussy I could imagine—only better. I never imagined something so beautiful and so delicious was hiding here.”
Nessa felt her nerves evaporate as he looked up at her with enraptured eyes. It was hard not to smile at the excitement in his tone—but her back began to complain just as he began to stroke her outer lips. “I don't think I can sit up for this long without something behind me,” she whispered, hating to ruin the moment.
“Then let’s rinse off and put you in bed. I can serve you there just as well,” Kamau said at once, picking her up and laying her against his chest while he tapped buttons on the wall with his free paw.
Nessa made a choked noise as the water drained and the shower formed around them again, and she saw what Kamau had been hiding under the bubbles.
His cock was long and thick, easily ten inches, maybe more. To her relief, she saw that the nubs started about halfway down, meaning that she could enjoy the “meshing” he mentioned without taking the whole length.
I hope...