Set had tensed all his muscles when her tiny hands had slapped onto his chest as she mounted him. She hadn't given him enough time to get himself under control. He'd grabbed her ankles in an attempt to keep focus. He'd started speaking in his language when her cunt clenched around his cock like a vise.
"Stop." He struggled with the words, she had to stop, he was close. His breathing was heavy, he was losing his concentration. "Lose control," he practically snarled at her, "Wolf hurt Sara." And it was disappearing, he could feel his control... slipping. And the little fool pushed her fat lips to his hide. Pauk…
"You've been good to me, Wolf," she murmured. He flinched and purred anxiously, it was cut off abruptly as she impaled herself further onto his cock. He choked on his tongue, his own saliva, and he clicked his teeth shut. His hands touched her legs now, flexing on her thighs. His claws were going to cut into her skin.
She was riding him exactly as he had visualized earlier. He was barely moving his hips with hers when he arched a perfectly timed hit. Paya… She had tensed on him and had practically doubled over his chest. Set pressed his hands down on her legs, holding her in position. She wanted him, he arched below her again, his paws pushing her down on his length, she could have him. Her cunt was milking him so hard. So good.
She squeaked at him as she leaned over his body, her blunt claws raking along his chest. He growled in pleasure, a low bass barely heard. He was watching her turn a darker shade of red. His paws moved to her hips and he sunk his claws into her flesh. She wasn't going anywhere. Set arched again, sinking into her depths as she screamed, his knot was just at her entrance. She would take him.
"Wolf!" She shrilled his nickname and it enveloped him in warmth. Her pussy walls clenched around his cock just as she said please. His mind blanked out, he kept his focus on her as she gyrated on him. Her legs tightened about his waist as she started bouncing on him.
"Wolf!" She screamed his name as she pushed against his chest. He didn't hear the rest she said as it turned to gibberish in his ears. His paws flexed and he knew he cut into her skin, he could feel the wetness of her thwei, her blood. It mixed with her arousal and his musk, driving his instincts to mate wild. Set pushed up just as she came down and his knot pushed into her. He hissed. Finally .
"Fuck!" He agreed with her. That had been intense… and it was just starting… he purred as his knot started swelling. She was whimpering against his chest, barely moving as he trapped her to him.
He was purring when his seed came pouring out of him and into her. Sara was sobbing and pushing against him. "Please, this hurts!" She moaned, his seed started leaking from her pussy, she was overflowing, she couldn't handle his full load. "Please stop!" He couldn't.
Set released her ass and wrapped his arms around her small body. His dau-shui was heavy on the air. He held her while she cried against him, her breathing slowed as she tried to control it. She was covered in sweat, shivering and bleeding. He could smell her blood in the air, his purr continued.
There was something he could do for her to make it easier. Set tried to be gentle as he sat up. She pulled on his knot and he hissed quietly. Sara slapped at his chest frantically, "S-stop!"
He got louder as he steadied her with both arms and got to his feet. He unhooked her from the wall and made his way slowly towards the bathing chamber. Set hooked her chain in the wall of the chamber and pushed the button to start the water flow. This would help with her wounds.
He was deliberate as he entered the water and very slowly sat down with her. His purr was steady as he rubbed circles in her back. She buried her face against His chest. He remained in the water with her until he slid out of her body, and she fell asleep in his arms. Set sighed heavily and very carefully stepped out of the water. He unhooked the chain and set up back in his room. He laid her down amidst the furs and tilted his head to the side as he looked down at her.
Set chuffed suddenly and whipped around to gather up his equipment. He was strapping every piece back on his body. He needed to go and train. His eyes lowered to the floor towards the bones scattered about. He gathered them up, skull included, and put them in his cargo hold. He then gathered a plate of food the same as before and the small portable fire pit from his medikit. The plate he placed on the floor and he took the fire pit with him to the kehrite. He would feed with her when she woke up.
He grabbed his combistick and programmed the automatons for his training. He did not feel guilty about the ooman. He had warned her, he had told her, she had persisted. He would do better by her next time. Time was slowly running out though. The clanship was coming to him. He needed her marked.
Robots came to life and his mind blanked out as he started his rigorous training. He could not afford to think about the ooman now. He roared at his opponents and focused himself.
It was hours later when He was surrounded by the destroyed automatons that he finally decided to rejoin Sara in his chambers. The doors opened at his presence, Sara, he found, was lying on the bed still, her eyes staring at the ceiling. He walked to his weapon wall and pushing keys on his wrist computer, accessed it for an extra netting.
He clicked at her as he sat on the floor beside the plate of food. He had the fire pit with him and placed it on the floor in front of him, he tossed the netting in the drawer on the floor. Her head turned and she was looking at him with watery eyes. A smile spread across her lips as he removed his mask and placed it on the ground beside him. Set started the fire pit and was staring at her intently as he stabbed a piece of meat with his wrist blades.
She was slow to move and when she did, she came to sit in front of him wrapped in a pelt. He was already cooking the meat for her, his yellow eyes watching her. She was moving normally, there was no fresh scent of blood. He had not torn her open.
"Thank you…" she whispered, her face flushed with colour. He nodded and watched her intently. She was blatantly avoiding him. He chuffed at her, trying to get her attention. "I'm sorry…" she murmured, her skin flushed red. He continued to stare at her, his right tusk clicked. "I won't disobey you again…" she added quickly, her eyes raised to meet his briefly, but she averted them rapidly.
Set raised his wrist blade and held still as she blew on the hot piece of meat attached to it. He enjoyed feeding her. They ate in silence until all the meat was gone and most of the fruits. She was licking her fingers when he returned from putting away the fire pit and the platter. He sat on the floor in front of her, cross legged. She was staring at him, her green eyes wide, she stunk of fear.
He reached for the netting in the drawer and was looking at her intently as he placed it in front of her. Sara blinked at it, and then looked at the thermal netting he was wearing before she gingerly grabbed it. He clicked at her and motioned for her to wear it. She turned a bright red as she obeyed him. The netting covered her from neck to wrist to ankle. He nodded in satisfaction. She was clothed now. He would find her a loincloth, he had many on this ship.
Set reached forward and poked her cheek. He clicked at her when she frowned at him. How to explain… he lit on an idea. He grabbed his helmet and brought it between them to show her the runes. He traced the marks on his mask and then traced them on her cheek, using his claw like a quill.
"Are you…" she frowned and then forced herself to continue, "asking to mark me?"
He wasn't, but if she wanted to interpret it that way, he was not going to correct her assumption. Asking was probably a custom of her species. He nodded in her direction, once.
She swallowed and Her eyes searched his, "does that mean you won't sell me if you mark me?"
He chuckled, clicking rapidly and nodded. He would not sell her. Ever.