He had been so close to her capitulation, he knew this, when a message had come in from Lax's clanship. She had been hiding her face against his chest, clinging to his netting, his dau-shui permeated the air. He could smell her arousal on the air, practically taste it.
He'd cursed in his language at the interruption and had taken Sara back to his chamber. He'd locked her chain into the wall. He had to find out what the message was. Especially if it concerned how close or far they were. According to the coordinates he had taken from the crashed ship, they had been stationed a week from Yautja Prime.
The pilot's chair was uncomfortable as he sat down and he was quick as he loaded the message, his claws tapping along the keys on the dash. A screen appeared over his dash panel, the lower ranked Yautja was detailing that they had packed Lax's weapons and trophies for Set to pick up. He took a deep breath and had responded back. He spent a good hour talking back and forth with the clanship before he finally cut the transmission.
Set leaned back in his chair and stretched his long legs out in front of him. They were closer to the clanship than he had expected. They were coming to meet him. Lax's trophies needed to be buried in his place, and were treated as his body. His weapons had been cleaned and oiled, and what armours had been left behind all boxed up and ready for him to pick up. Lax's room had already been given to another deserving Hunter. He lowered his head for a moment, giving Lax a moment of silence, a show of respect.
He stood after a few minutes and turned to enter his chambers. Now that he had a better idea of how long he had before they arrived at the clan ship, he was going to go back to courting Sara. He aroused her, he knew that. His dau-shui affected her, which meant she was attracted to him.
The door swished open and he noticed immediately that she was on the ground drawing. His head tilted and he clicked at her as he approached. She ignored him, completely focused on her drawing. His mask zoomed in on her drawing and he stilled. She was drawing him again, except…
He blinked, and crouched in front of her, not willing to distract her yet. She was drawing him naked… with an erect ooman cock of all things. Her arousal wafted around him as her fingers trailed over her drawing, over his face longingly. Set understood then all her hesitations and he chuckled softly to himself. She didn't think he was capable of bedding her. She hadn't realized he had a sheath.
Her hand went to the top of the page and he just knew she was going to tear it out. He made his presence known by reaching down and tapping on her picture, specifically that penis. He was going to show her what a Yautja cock looked like.
She screeched and her eyes enlarged as her head snapped up to him. He watched the blood drain from her face and then rush back to her cheeks. Her heart was hammering to an unnatural tattoo that worried him briefly. And then she tried to close the book on his hand unsuccessfully, he trilled at her but she wasn't looking at him.
"I'm so so so sorry!" she screamed at him, her eyes filling with water. He chirped at her not wanting her to cry about this, this was good for him. "I have no…" she caught her breath on a gasp, "excuse. You weren't…" her voice cut off and she closed her eyes, big drops of water rolled down her red cheeks, she was trying to close the book before she dropped it completely and covered her face with both hands, "Oh god!" she wailed, her tiny body shaking.
Set dropped to his knees in front of her, his large thighs on either side of her. He started purring immediately, it was louder than usual as the female was clearly agitated, and gently reached for her wrists. He wanted to see her. He wanted to see her need for him on her easy to read ooman face.
"I'm so so so sorry!" she squeaked, her voice small, her eyes closed. She had ducked her head so that her chin was to her chest, avoiding him completely. He was aroused and his purr changed to reflect it. It got louder.
"Sara." He used her voice to say her name. She ignored him, she was trying to pull on her arms, trying to free them from his grasp. He growled and repeated her name again, trying to get his attention. "Sara."
She refused to look at him. He finally released her and she brought her hands back to her red face immediately. If she didn't want to look at him, he would get her attention another way. She was curious about his body, he would show it to her. All of it.
His purr never stopped as he reached up and removed his mask. He placed it carefully on the ground beside the drawer. Set never took his eyes off of Sara as he began the ritual of dearming himself. Every piece he placed on the ground with careful movements. His musk got heavier the more he took off. He liked that she was breathing deeply, inhaling him like he was her.
He growled as her fingers parted and she began watching him through her fingers. He took his time removing his gauntlets, and he was gentle as he set them in the drawer. He peeled his netting off and put it beside his computer. It had taken a while but he was finally wearing nothing but his loincloth. Her hands had lowered and with her face flushed with warmth, blinked at him.
She licked her lips and was staring at him as he reached down and undid his loincloth. He never once took his eyes off her. His sheath was leaking his natural lubricant as he reached forward and grabbed her hand. He wanted her to feel everything, so he put her hand against the opening and pushed down. She gasped, her mouth parting, that short pink tongue of hers made a brief appearance while her eyes enlarged further and dropped down to his groin.
He growled as his cock came out of his sheath and her small fingers wrapped around it. Her eyes got even bigger and she started panting. He spread his mandibles and rumbled in satisfaction. He chuffed at her as she continued to stare at his dick in shock, and then her arousal seeped into his senses like a fresh scent trail. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. It was time for him to put his pride aside and point that out.
He hated speaking the earth tongue of English, avoided it at all cost, but when her eyes returned to his face, he spoke to her. He fisted his chest.
"Wolf," he used her nickname for him, speaking slowly and carefully, "want Sara." Her hand tightened around his shaft and he purred as he continued, barely able to concentrate, "Sara want Wolf too." He reached forward and touched her chest, he was making sure she knew that he knew this.
Her green eyes darkened, her fingers moved along his cock, feeling how different he was from a ooman male. "Oh fuck yes…" the words came from her chest, barely audible. He growled low and very deliberately reached for the pelt she wore around her body.
He wanted her, and she wanted him. She did not fight as he pulled on the pelt. Her eyes dropped to his dick again, he twitched in her hand and she swallowed nervously, her heart rate increasing dramatically.
"You're… you're quite… b-big…" she stammered, a smidgen of fear mixed with her arousal. He purred and nodded slowly, his eyes finally breaking contact with hers as he looked down her body. She was small, unnaturally so to him. "Please d-dont hurt me…" she whispered looking back to his face, her wide green eyes shimmering.
He chuckled slowly and pulled her towards him cautiously. She came willingly, her pyode, soft, body molded itself to his hard one, her fleshy glands flattened against his chest. Her small hands touched at his pectorals first, and then moved up to his wide shoulders. The flesh of her stomach encompassed his cock in a warm embrace that deepened his purr which made her gasp. His paws rubbed gentle circles along her spine, he very much liked her reactions. Yautja females were not this responsive, they controlled the whole aspect of the mating, including if she wanted to be touched.
Set could feel her trembling against him. He purred and picked her up by her ass, hiking her up on his chest as he got to his feet in one smooth motion. She squeaked and her face turned red when he laid her on the bed, on her back.
He stood over her, his eyes staring at every inch of her. Her lips parted and her entire front turned a soft red he had never seen. His eyes locked on the fur at the apex of her thigh. He wanted to see it, see what was different on her that allowed for pleasure without penetration. Was it the fur…?
"Spread your legs?" he asked slowly. A male never demanded anything from a female, it did not matter that Sara was ooman, and weaker. He had centuries of conditioning that females were due respect.
Sara obeyed although she closed her eyes. "Look at Wolf," he purred, and immediately her shiny emeralds locked on him. Set wanted her watching him, he wanted to see her face when he discovered the secret that was buried between her legs. Her reactions would tell him when he found it.
And he would find it. Set was a Hunter. Finding weaknesses was his strength. This would be no different.