Taking the head of the leader was not easily done. Yautja hide was incredibly thick, the muscles beneath it dense on a level unequaled in the known universe. Two powerful hearts beat within their torso, pumping their life-giving thwei. This would be a challenge.
Set never noticed the gathering yautjas, to intent on wrestling with Vor'mekta for the upper hand. The latter slashed out and cut across Set's chest with his talons splattering his blood across the floor. He growled, they parted and before the leader could preen, Set charged and was swiping his claws across Vor'mekta's abdomen. There were layers to cut through to reach a yautja heart, Set was not going to waste time putting on show. He was shoved away roughly, but he yanked the red yautja down with him as they toppled to the ground, slipping on the thwei.
Centuries of hunting the kiande amedha had primed Set for this battle. He was up first, the leader was halfway up when he grabbed him by the throat and slammed him back to the ground. Set did not release Vor'mekta as he picked him up clear off the ground to repeat the process multiple times, stunning the leader briefly. It caught him off guard when Set found himself on his back, tripped by the supposedly stunned yautja.
"You are pauking an animal!" Vor'mekta snarled from over Set, driving his fist into his crest.
Set shoved him off roughly and ignored the taunt as rolled to his feet swiftly. He did not wait for the red yautja to be ready for him as he collided into him. He cut at the leader's abdomen some more until a sharp pain exploded in his head, sending lightning dancing down his spine. Pauker had torn a dreadlock from his head! Such a cowardly hit would not go ignored. His revenge was swift as he headbutted Vor'mekta in the face.
His talons hooked into the leader's neck guard and repeated the process a couple more times before letting him go to wobble unsteadily.
"Kill him!" A yautja roared from the gathering crowd. Set cared not to whom they spoke, he was fully focused on the leader. He ignored the "Skin him!" and the "Take his head!" That echoed across the room. He didn't even care if they were cheering for him or not.
Vor'mekta slashed at him weakly, a sign their leader was feigning. Set would not fall for the trap. Rather than take the advantage Vor'mekta presented, he blocked and sliced at his abdomen. He continued to weaken the muscle. The leader growled in pain and backed off. He raised his arms protectively, moving defensively.
Set straightened and narrowed his eyes at the leader. Vor'mekta had finally understood what Set was about and began protecting his midsection. "I'll crush one of your hearts," he threatened, spreading his mandibles, staring unblinking at the leader.
"I'll have your head first," Vor'mekta countered, and then pointed a talon in Sara's direction, "How can you stoop so low? They cannot breed with us!"
This was the first time he was forced to glance towards his ooman, she had her head bowed and her hands were clutched together in front of her. They were closer to her than he liked. In a blink he was in front of Vor'mekta, and slashing at his face to get him to drop his guard. He tripped him and dropped on top of him to continue slashing at his head.
"That is an earth monkey you are pauking!" The leader snarled as he pushed Set away roughly, only to find Set back on top. He got a couple more hits in before Vor'mekta rolled and kicked Set in the face. He shook his head briefly, and jumped to his feet. The leader's words rolled off his back like water.
The red yautja slashed out with his right paw, Set grabbed it and used his fist to break Vor'mekta's arm. The other yautja howled and made an attempt with his left paw to slash at Set. He blocked easily with his right arm and then sunk his talons into Vor'mekta upper abdomen where he had been systematically cutting away the flesh. He grabbed one of the leader's hearts and pulled it out of his chest.
A deafening shriek echoed throughout the room as Vor'mekta stumbled backwards and dropped to the floor, his thwei pumping from the wound. Set spread his mandibles and crushed the organ in his paw, green splattered everywhere.
"I stand my ground, you will make a terrible leader," Vor'mekta growled weakly, "But you beat me…" the leader coughed, "Paya guide your hunt and leadership, may you succeed where I have fallen."
"May you dance with the gods," Set clenched his fist, his ki'cti-pa, wrist blades, exploded from his gauntlet.
"Finish it," Vor'mekta hissed, "Cetanu comes."
The last words were barely out of his mouth when Set decapitated him. The head rolled towards him. He eyed it for a second before he bent and grabbed the leader by the hair. The mandibles spread in a dead mockery of a smile as he hefted it high into the air. Set's chest enlarged visibly as he roared his dominance over everyone. He was now the leader of his clan. They answered his call and all raised their weapons to him.
None would question him having a ooman pet now, and those that did, he would make and example of.
Setg'in-yu'san would be wearing the cloak of power. It would fall to him now to guide his people forward. He who had always lived in solitude. He dropped the head without preamble. A smaller yellow and green yautja hung in the background as the crowd began thinning out. Set flared his mandibles.
"Leave me," he snarled at the smaller yautja, he knew immediately what he had wanted and he was in no mood for it. He would be his aide in the leadership. The latter hesitated a moment before he nodded and left with the others.
He waited until the room was cleared before he turned his attention towards his trembling ooman. Sara had not moved from her position despite the fear he could smell on her. "Now you are safe," he clicked at her as he dropped to his knees in front of her. Her blank face reminded him that she hadn't understood a word he had said. Pauk. "Wolf protect Sara," he growled slowly hating her tongue. He grabbed her shaking hand with his large paw and wondered if the reading tools used to teach young yautjas to read could be used on a ooman.
Set was confused when water started leaking from Sara's eyes and she nodded. "Oh god, yes you do…" she threw herself at him, wrapping her small arms about his neck tightly, ignoring his wounds as she pressed herself to him. She was bawling loudly and through her sobs, Set heard words he'd been waiting to hear for a while. "I fucking love you!" Her face was buried in his neck, but he heard her clearly.
He stilled. His purr rumbled to life, he knew she was becoming softer as he wrapped his arms about her small body. Her fears washed away as he rubbed his brow against her head, his dau-shui surrounding them.
"Good girl," he purred, his paws rubbing down her back towards her ass and then back up to her shoulders. She had finally said the words that bonded her to him just as surely as if he were a ooman male. His purr deepened and he reached up to pick at the scab already forming over the hole where Vor'mekta had ripped out a dread. He pulled enough to get fresh blood flowing and covered his fingers.
Sara gasped as she noticed what he was doing and tried to stop him. "Stop that!"
He chuckled and lowered his paw to show her the fresh thwei, she was not so close to him any more. She made a grimace, her nose scrunching like a squirrel. He brought his fingers close to her face, at about mouth level. Her eyes widened and she looked horrified as the blood drained from her face leaving her already pale complexion flaxen.
"Eat." A black claw touched her lips. She turned her head away from him.
"No!" She shook her head and both her palms covered her mouth.
"Sara obey Wolf," he reminded her, poking the back of her hands. Her eyes widened and she looked at him as though he had betrayed her.
"Please don't make me eat your blood," she begged softly, her hands lowering. His purr deepened. She did not understand what he was trying to do.
"Swallow my thwei," he pushed his brow against her head gently, he spoke in his language, unsure how else to explain it to her, "It will grant you life," he whispered, twinning his tusks in her hair, "You will be mine for centuries instead of decades…" his purr vibrated her body.
His claw tapped her lower lip again. She whimpered but he could tell she was softening towards him, her body was trembling and her tiny hands were now clutching his arm. She clenched her eyes closed and very tentatively opened her mouth.
Set pushed two glowing green fingers into her mouth and growled his arousal loudly. She made a gagging noise and grabbed his wrist. She tried to pull his paw away but was unsuccessful. "Swallow," he commanded in english when he pulled his fingers out of her mouth, they were no longer glowing.
He reached up and wiped more blood on his fingers and returned them to her mouth. She was crying but she suckled on his fingers until they were clean. She was still clutching his wrist when he pulled his paw away for a final time and lowered his head to rub against hers again. "How you make me want you," he rumbled in his language.
She whimpered, her soft mouth opened and he slid his long tongue inside her warmth. She tensed but sucked on his tongue, her sounds turning into pleasurable ones. He could taste his blood and this made him hard. He could feel his cock emerging from his sheath beneath his metal loincloth.
He pulled away from her and slowly got to his feet. He didn't wait for her to follow suit, instead he picked her up without warning and made his way towards the throne on the other side of the room. What better way to inaugurate his rule, he thought. He was going to pauk his little ooman while seated on the great chair.
She would scream her pleasure for all hear.