Ooman hair was nothing like Yautja hair. It had no feeling, it was dead. It was a little nub of flesh, hidden at the top of her cunt within the folds, that was the stimulant. By doing almost anything (she did not like pain) to this part, he could bring about her pleasure without having to penetrate her. Yautja females did not possess this little button of flesh.
He had been pleased when Sara had shown it to him. He had used his throat, much like when he had used his abdomen unknowingly, to bring her over the edge so that her scent would be right below his mouth. He wanted to smell her. She had tried to trap his head between her thighs, and had been grabbing at his head blindly. His musk had permeated the room, and her arousal blended with it. All he needed now was her moaning his name. All in due time.
Set had crawled up her body and had debated covering her when he thought otherwise. She wasn't ready for him yet. So he stretched out beside her, and mimicked her drawing perfectly so that she could draw him accurately next time, he chuckled as she blushed and looked down his body. He kept perfectly still for her, letting her look her fill. He would pose for her. Yautja males were experts at selling themselves, Yautja females needed to be impressed, and it wasn't easy to do so.
He also didn't want Sara to be nervous or scared with him, he was a strong Yautja and he needed her trust before the clanship arrived. He could control himself, his desire, his wrath, his grief. She had begged for him to not hurt her. He would guarantee it. He would show her she could trust him.
It was a few seconds before she rolled towards him and her fleshy tongue dabbed at her fat lips. A hand reached out for him, but stopped in mid-air and her eyes went to his. She was silently asking his permission, an inconceivable notion that a female would ask and seek his approval confused him, but his heart rates increased. He conceded, and nodded his ascent, and waited for her to touch him. He wanted her hands on him.
Her hot palm flattened against his hard chest and the other hand touched his arm. Her touch was delicate, uncertain. That would not do. He shook his head at her.
"Harder," he grunted in her language, this was the most he had ever spoken it. He still hated it, but it was tolerable for her, "Hide thick."
Her blood shot to her face and she nodded. Her touch changed, and her blunt claws scratched at him a little. That was better, he would show her later when she trusted him, how Yautja mated. He bore many scars from mating battles, he wanted hers as well. He purred for her and she got to her knees beside him. He remained focused on her.
She swayed towards him and his purr got louder. He raised his head when her finger touches the tip of his dick. His mandibles spread and he watched her face as she wrapped her hand around him. Her palm soft and warm, gentle. He was staring at her, seeing the colour bloom across her cheeks.
And then he got a good dose of her arousal as she leaked down her leg. His eyes zeroed in on the juice trail and he resisted the urge to lick at his throat for a taste. Instead, he grabbed her ass with his paw and squeezed the globe. Her muscles clenched and his hand traveled to her pussy lips, just beneath her anus. He used his finger to rub that perfect little nub, not too hard.
She collapsed over him, her fleshy teats enfolding his cock in between. She was so soft around him, so warm. He straightened to a sitting position and crossed his legs. He was gentle as he brought her unto his lap, facing him. Her legs around his waist somewhat. Her arms raised to encircle his neck. He rubbed his brow against hers, a form of affection Yautja males gave when a female was receptive.
He forgot himself, and spoke to her in his language. "Touch me." He was about to correct himself when she surprised him and reached between their bodies to wrap her small fingers around his erect cock.
She buried her face against his chest and then whispered words that increased his purring. He was rubbing his paws up and down her back, massaging her muscles, relaxing her. She needed his help to accommodate herself for him. Ooman males were not built like him. He would gladly help the female in this. He would not hurt her.
Set laid her down on the furs and moved so that he was leaning over her. Her legs were spread on either side of him, he was on his knees, supporting himself on his knuckles. He took a long look at the smaller female beneath him, from her hair to her pussy, taking in the smallest details. He could do this. He was an honoured warrior. He would not hurt her.
He sat back on his knees and wrapped his long fingers around her thighs and pushed them down on the bed, spreading her legs further apart. He purred as she tensed, he touched the bud and then feathered his way down to the hole he needed to bury himself into. He circled her entrance and pushed his finger in gently. Paya, she was tight! His cock twitched, panting for her.
"Wolf…" it was a breath of air, her pussy juice covered his paw so much, he pushed a second finger in and growled in approval. Her nails dug into the furs. Set wanted them to dig into his skin. He purred for her as he moved his fingers inside her, torturously slow. He would not hurt her. This was a mantra he kept repeating to himself. He controlled his body.
Set removed his fingers from her cunt and leaned over her again. He moved so that he could rub his cock over her nub. He enjoyed watching her face as he pushed himself against her. He pulled his hips back and guided the head of his dick around the entrance, barely touching her. He returned to rubbing the little bud of flesh before her eyes connected with his.
He purred at her, his mandibles spreading wide, she nodded towards him.
"I'm r-ready…" she whispered, her breath catching as he circled her entrance again.
Holding his weight on his knuckle, Set pushed into her, an inch. She mewled, her muscles locking. He withdrew, and did a couple more strokes before he pushed another inch in. She mewled again. He held himself perfectly still, his cock twitching in time with her pulse.
Paya! She was unbelievably tight. Impossibly so! He clenched his eyes closed and focused on his movements. He would not hurt her. He withdrew and pushed into her a few more times at the same depth. She was panting, moaning, and writhing beneath him. He hadn't even gone that deeply either. What if she couldn't take him?
He whined as he pushed a little more into her. She tightened and squeaked at him, but she took it. He lowered his body down so that she could grab onto him if she wished, his muscles flexing as he continued to support his weight. Sara wrapped her arms around his neck immediately, he stilled as she keened. Her cunt was milking his cock hard , his mandibles tightened against his face. He'd never mated like this before. This was very different .
Set grunted, her legs tightened around his waist. She was clutching him as he made to pull out. He purred, and he pushed his hips forward cautiously. She was so wet, so tight. She screamed as she hung from his neck, her legs around his waist. Her heels weren't touching though she made a valiant effort.
"Wolf…" his name fell from her mouth with each expel of breath. He snapped his hips forward, driving more of himself inside. He was almost hilted inside her. Cetanu take him, she was too tight. He was not going to get his knot inside her. He whined again, as his mantra returned. He was not going to hurt her.
Set stilled when she hissed, her nails digging into his hide. His purr had dissolved into grunts and growls, he was supporting himself on his elbows now, his body engulfing hers completely. He rolled his hips into hers, coating himself. Sara had already tumbled over the edge multiple times already. He chuffed suddenly. He was just getting started.
"Hold on," he growled against her head, his mandibles tangling in her hair. Her arms tightened around his neck. He was going to fuck her into the furs, his hips were already driving into hers. She was so wet, so tight…
He kept the pace steady, she tightened around him like nothing he had ever felt before. Her small body molding itself to his. She was so soft, so weak. His cock was cocooned within her depths. His knot at her entrance. If he pushed through, he will penetrate her cervix. He will not hurt her.
Set snarled into the bed and pulled from her. She gasped as he knelt between her legs, panting heavily. If he continued, he was going to hurt her, his instinct to drive into her had begun clouding his brain. He had to stop.
She must have known for she smiled at him and moved towards him slowly. He shook himself, his dreads swaying with his movements, and then she grabbed his cock with her hands and tightened on his knot. He made a high-pitched, clicking noise at her, his body going rigid.
"Here, let me help," she cooed at him and proceeded to make him fall back onto his back.