Sara swallowed the lump in her throat. She was staring into Wolf's predatory gaze, her heart pounding. Being scared and relieved at the same time were emotions that were not very compatible. Eventually relief won out and she started crying, he purred for her. He wasn't going to sell her.
"You may mark me," she whispered, her body tensed. Pain was not something she enjoyed. She flinched when his wrist blades exploded from his gauntlet and he stepped towards her, his purr becoming softer as he reached out and grabbed the back of her neck to pull her closer.
Sara's muscles locked but then relaxed as he rubbed his brow against her forehead. His bright amber eye was focused on her completely. He was purring as he straightened. He pushed her head to his chest, his claws playing in her hair. She closed her eyes and would have been content to stay where she was if a sudden pain hadn't made itself known on her left cheek. Wolf had barely moved.
"Ow…" she tried to pull away from him but his large hand at the back of her neck kept her against him.
"Still." He growled above her, his fingers tightening.
She stopped trying to pull away. She had told him she wouldn't disobey him again. Her cheek was on fire, it burned and hurt. She could feel her blood leaking down her face. She blinked back tears and swallowed. Sara was mortified that a scarification gave her such feelings of relief despite the pain. She felt demeaned.
A few minutes passed in relative silence before Wolf finally released her and went towards his weapon wall. He returned a few moments later with a tattered red loincloth. Sara blushed but remained still as he wrapped the fabric about her waist, covering her modesty. His loincloth looked almost like a knee length skirt on her. It covered her genitals and ass beautifully.
Sara wasn't one to complain, and she would admit it, the netting was pretty fantastic considering she was neither warm nor cold. She had assumed it was some kind of clothing, but had not realized what kind. There was just one problem with it. It was very open. Very . Open .
She looked like she was wearing a black fishnet, the term is used loosely for the holes were much bigger than any fishnet she had ever seen, onesie. Nothing was left for the imagination, absolutely nothing. So loincloth was very good.
"You have something I can cover my breasts with?" She asked slowly, her voice small, gesturing to her exposed chest.
He tilted his head, looking down at her. The silence was loud when he finally shook his head. Sara blinked at him, feeling her stomach drop to her feet. She could handle this. They were just breasts. Tribal women in the Amazon and Africa did not cover their breasts. Wolf obviously did not care. It was just he and her after all.
Wolf pointed to the bathroom and then back to her, his head tilting. She blushed brightly and nodded. He was very attentive towards her needs. She could use both a bath and the toilet, that it was the same water was still odd but she could get use to it. It seemed that Wolf's species had mastered the art of filtered water that no matter what was done to it, it tasted like the purest spring water.
Sara watched as Wolf unlatched the stupid chain and walked with her to the bathroom. He locked her in and slapped the panel to activate the bath. He then crouched by where the jug was hidden and retrieved that in case she was thirsty, she did note her ruined clothes were gone. She smiled at him and folded her arms across her breasts as she stood in the middle of the room in silence. She was embarrassed and unsure what she should do.
It wasn't that he hadn't seen her naked, for he had. They had slept together now and she was unsure if stripping in front of him would be an invitation for more. She was uncomfortable and uneasy. He clicked at her and pointed to the tub with a claw. She nodded again. He obviously wanted her in the water…
She blushed even more as he started stripping, removing his armour and whatnot and depositing it gently on the ground. He kept his wrist guards and lowered himself into the water. Sara was able to ogle his gorgeous physique before he settled himself against the edge. His eyes were fixated on her.
A lump formed in her throat and she tried to swallow it back valiantly. He was waiting for her. Sara straightened her shoulders and her hands shook as she began removing the little bit of clothing he had given her. The moment she was nude, she entered the water. She stayed near the edge until Wolf reached out and grabbed her wrist to pull her towards him.
He was gentle as he splashed her burning cheek with the water. Almost immediately the pain subsided and she frowned as he pushed her head against his chest. He started purring, his chest vibrating with it as his claws ran through her hair, combing the long tresses surprisingly gentle considering.
"Are we going to your planet?" She whispered, staring at the dark water, her cheek against his pectoral. She couldn't hear his heart, she wondered if that was because his skin was so thick.
"Sei-i." He answered.
"Is that 'yes' in your language?"
"Sei-i," he repeated, his claws rubbing circles along her back. She could hear his mandibles clicking.
"How do you say 'No'?" She inquired.
"M-di," he answered deliberately. She liked when he spoke, his body vibrated.
They were silent while he dripped water over her head with his hand. "Will you remove the collar soon?" She ventured, closing her eyes and holding her breath.
"M-di." Her shoulders deflated as she exhaled deeply. She wasn't surprised. Not really.
"Am I a slave?" She asked, her stomach clenching uncomfortable.
"M-di," He rumbled again. She licked her lips and then shivered as his claw ran up her spine from her ass crack to the back of her neck causing goosebumps to explode across her skin. He was clicking at her, words spilled forth that she did not understand until he finally sighed and spoke in English, "Pet," he clarified.
"I'm your pet?" She felt the blood drain from her face.
"Sei-i," he said slowly. Tears filled her eyes and she blinked rapidly trying to not cry. She knew this, she wasn't surprised. She wasn't.
"What is the difference?" She murmured, not moving.
His purr deepened and she could smell his musk on the air. She pulled away from him and looked up at his face. His amber eye was focused on her, unblinking, unwavering, and half lidded. This was the closest he'd come to having bedroom eyes. She swallowed and then squeaked as his claw touched her vagina under the water from the back, running up her slit very gently.
She shifted on him while he circled her entrance again with a claw. "Pet sleep on bed, Slave sleep on floor or cage." He rumbled. "Protect pet, share slave."
"Share…." Her voice trailed off as she visualized other big aliens like him taking turns with her, and definitely not being gentle. Her stomach turned and she mumbled the Our Father prayer under her breath, relieved beyond belief that he had taken her as a pet rather than a slave. The tears she had been fighting escaped and she hissed as her cheek burned beneath her tears.
He was silent and his claw moved away from her genitals to grab her ass in one large paw. "Sara belong to Wolf," he spoke slowly, "Yautjas fight Wolf if want Sara."
"You would fight for me?" She whispered, leaning against him again.
"Sei-i," he replied, "Yautja way. To death."