He was still purring long after Sara had fallen asleep against him. She had surprised him this time. He had not expected her to approach him like she had when he had joined her on the bed. Set had smelled her fear, and had heard her heart hammering against her chest. His ooman was scared, very scared and had come to him for comfort. He hadn't been able to resist the call of her small body.
Set hadn't liked it. He had turned towards her and had hauled her to his side with no effort. She had immediately relaxed and gone to sleep, lulled by his constant purring, the water from her eyes dripping onto his thick hide. He didn't like her tears either. They made him feel helpless and as a Yautja, that was not a feeling he was familiar with. He was a warrior, a Hunter. He was clever and cunning, more so than most creatures in the universe. He had never felt helpless.
His mandibles closed and he sighed heavily, as she snuggled even closer to him. Her fingers were intertwined with his netting as if she could prevent his leaving by clinging to him. He was not accustomed to sleeping with someone, anyone. Yautja females were independent, they cared only for the mating aspect and usually the male was expelled after the mating act had taken place. He had slept with more males in organized hunts than females, and males were even less cuddlier.
He had always been fine with it too. He had pups aplenty, many of which were grown and respectable hunters in their own right, some had died of course, the Yautja way of life was not easy, only the strong survived. His many daughters had done right by the clan and were living all over the universe, his sons doing much of the same. He had never slept with the lou-dte kale, child bearing female, and had never wanted too.
Sara's leg grabbed his and instead of pulling him towards her (he was too heavy for her to move), she hiked herself to him, her crotch touching his thigh in that way he found he rather liked. It was almost as though she were marking him with her scent, and to a Yautja that had a symbolic meaning than she probably didn't even realize. Any Yautja, male or female, would be able to smell her on him. Smell her pussy juice as she leaked against his thigh. Paya preserve him, he wasn't made of stone. He could make out the details of her sweet-smelling cunt with his thigh. Would it taste the same as her scent? Gods he hoped it did…
This made him purr with arousal, both the very idea that she was marking him and her taste. His tongue was long enough that she could be suckling him at the same time… his thoughts trailed off and he vibrated, his tongue twirling in his mouth. Her knee was placed just over his groin and he could feel himself slowly hardening within his sheath. His paw pressed on her knee, adding pressure onto his loins and sending a current of electricity through his dick. His sheath was leaking his natural lubrication beneath his loincloth, he could feel the petals loosening.
Pauk. Pauk. Pauk. (The equivalent of Fuck in her language)
He needed to disentangle himself from Sara immediately or he would do something she would probably not survive and he might regret (Paya she was too small…). He tried to be gentle, he tried to remove himself without waking her but he failed miserably. She squeaked at him and her fingers tightened on his netting as he tried to sit up.
"Please don't go… don't leave me…" she whispered sleepily, her voice soft, there was a pleading tone to it.
"Never." He spoke the word in his language, his tusks clicking, not realizing until he said it that he had spoken aloud. He froze, still on his back, and then groaned as his sensitive cock made its presence known beneath his loincloth. He was fully erect now, and her knee was millimeters away from touching him intimately. His dau-shui was heavy on the air, and the scent from her pussy mixed with his musk to create an intoxicating perfume he found incredibly hard to resist.
His mandibles tightened against his face and he closed his eyes. She may has well have grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled with all her strength for all the effort he was putting in minimizing her effect on him. His eyes snapped opened and he glanced down at the small ooman next to him. She was prey. Not his equal. Prey. A pauking ooman!
It was obvious now that his body was not following his rational mind. His loincloth was tented, his musk was heavy on the air, and he was very close to just rolling her over and rutting into her without thought, his weight pinning her into the furs. He did not. He was an honoured warrior, an elite. All the females he had fought and bedded had wanted him. The ooman was too small to fight him, too weak to stop him. It was an unfair fight.
He could take her. She was ooman, prey. Not his equal. There was no reason for him to show her the same respect he showed Yautja females. It would be nothing to roll over her, she would not fight long and would submit to him with absolutely no effort. He could bury himself in her wetness… his cock twitched at the visuals he was creating in his mind.
What would that make him then…? He growled, the sound almost like a whine. He was an honoured warrior, he repeated to himself. He had honour. He was an Elite. Sara depended on him. He rather enjoyed her company, if he were to force himself on her, she would not draw him any more. Oomans were not like Yautjas…
He chuffed to himself, and his arm tightened about her smaller body. When she woke next, he would show her his trophies. He would initiate the Yautja courting, and he would learn about her mating rituals. He would not force her, he would win her over and then, when she was awake and aware, he would make her moan his name.
But until such time, he was going to close his eyes, and think about the Elder Councilman, very thoroughly . He was an old Yautja, older than Set, with tusks engraved with designs that very few earned, he concentrated on those designs, trying to visualize them perfectly. He wore the cloak of power, and full body armour that was different from what Set wore (Paya be blessed, it was working… his cock was retreating back in his sheath). He hissed painfully as a sharp pain followed the retraction. He didn't want to feel that again… ever .
His breathing relaxed and with the Councilman on his mind, Set tried to go to sleep. Sara was even closer to him now, her breath coming in puffs against his side. It dawned on him suddenly, as he tried to doze. If he intended on mating with her, he was going to have to be gentle with her…
His mandibles clicked. She would have to trust him, and he would have to trust her too. He took a deep breath and without waking her, moved her so that she lay on top of him, her front to his, her head just below his jaw, her pussy against his stomach. She wouldn't need the pelt to keep warm now, he was boiling hot despite his netting keeping his temperature normal.
He placed a paw on her fleshy ass, her knees barely touched the bed on either side of him. Yautjas were not this soft… he felt another twitch and immediately brought up the visual of the Councilman, naked this time. It worked.
Set closed his eyes and finally fell asleep, Sara snuggled on his chest, her limp hands on his shoulders. He found he rather liked sleeping with his ooman.