It was with uncharacteristic perfunctory that Set removed his belt and metal loincloth. It dropped to the floor unheeded as he sat naked, except for his greaves and boots, on the leader's throne. Sara astride his lap, facing him.
His throne now.
He rumbled as he took in a deep breath of air. Blood and Sara's arousal intermingled around him to form an intoxicating bouquet. The smell of battle and sex a heedy mixture. Set took the initiative and flipped Sara completely without warning her.
She squeaked but did not fight as he brought her cunt to his jaw. He would drink deep from his ooman. Set's long tongue dove within her pussy, pushing against her walls as he twirled it inside her. She made the noises he liked to hear, her thighs trembling around his head.
His nickname echoed in the silence of the large chamber, his cock twitched and he paid particular attention to the nub of flesh responsible for this external stimulation. He was going to make sure she soaked him, covered him in her scent so that they would all know she was his.
Set thought it was a brilliant plan until his ooman undermined him completely. He hadn't understood her intentions when she grabbed his cock with her small hands. He had growled in pleasure against her cunt lips, his mandibles barely touching her sensitive skin. Sara nimble fingers with blunt claws then squeezed on his knot, mimicking her tight little hole. He thrilled and then he jerked violently in absolute pleasure as she flat tongue licked the head of his dick.
He leaned away from her, his arms shaking as she followed the move with something even more enthralling. Her fat lips locked around his cockhead and she suckled him exactly as he had envisioned that day she ate the berries. His mouth went lax and Set found himself making a noise he would have never associated with himself. Ever.
Set whimpered. The sound beast-like and high-pitched. His strength left him all at once, no warning, his muscles turning to gelatin. Gravity pulled Sara from his weakened paws and she fell to the metal floor directly on her head. She grunted and curled into a fetal position on the ground, her small hands holding the top of her cranium painfully.
Pauk. Embarrassment flooded him and he bristled for half a heartbeat before reaching down and pulling her to a kneeling position. His talons ran along her scalp and he was already purring his shame.
"Ow!" Her voice is barely a whisper.
"I apologize, you little fool," he clicked at her quickly, a few emotions going through him: embarrassed, aroused, pleased and anger at himself, "I could have killed you! You need to…" he trailed off as he realized he was speaking to her in his language. He snapped his teeth shut and forced one english word out, "Sorry."
A small smile was on her fat lips, and then she laughed. The sound unexpected, it surprised him. "I guess it's my fault," he agreed. It was. "You were holding me upside down," she chuckled, her face flooding with her red blood.
He nodded slowly. "Sei-i," his tusks clicked as he continued in his native tongue, "But now that I am prepared, you will not find me so weak." His eyes narrowed down at her and he spread his legs wider, giving her the perfect opening to continue as she had done. He wanted her to continue. His cock was panting, wet with not just her saliva and his lubrication.
Her lips lifted and she got to her feet unsteadily. He watched her teats bounce with the movement before she stunned him again , and wrapped her flesh around his dick. He just prevented himself from making more shameful noises at the softness she was surrounding him. Set growled and thrust his hips against her chest reflexively. His talons cut into the silver coating of the throne's armrest.
"Do you like this?" She purred, her vixen eyes watching him as she rubbed her glands up and down his lubricated cock. She would touch his sensitive tip with her tongue and lips every now and then, scrambling his thoughts.
Sara was mating him with her mouth. The idea inconceivable. The pleasure incomparable. He was afraid to touch her with his paws. He did not want to kill her in his lust. He had to remain in control. He was purring for her and him now. His talons were shredding the silver as he tried to synch with her movement but failed abysmally. She was so pyode...
Her tiny tongue touched the side of his flared cockhead. His purr lost its steadiness and he bodily shook. Still she suckled, squishing her fleshy mounds around him. He wanted to pauk her now. He moved his arms to grab her when she thwarted his plans yet again. She wrapped her hand about the shaft of his cock and while assaulting him with her mouth pumped him hard . He grunted, and then froze as her other hand squeezed his knot.
Set had never ejaculated outside of a female before. He bucked right off the throne, his mandibles spread in preparation for the roar that started in his chest and exploded from his maw as the same time as he released his seed down her greedy gullet.
Paya! She was drinking him ! Her throat constricted around his pulsating cock, and as he kept ejaculating, she reared up from him, his green tinted seed arcing over his chest, and abdomen. It fell in spurts down her chin and onto her mammary glands. He found himself wanting to rub it into her skin. Set adjusted his original plan of marking himself in her scent to marking her with his.
His big body relaxed on the throne as he looked at his little ooman in satisfaction. She was perhaps an Earth monkey as Vor'mekta pointed out, but she had lips, and his monkey loved him. His purr was steady again and he watched her languidly for a moment until he noticed her staring at his cock. His knot was still swollen, having just ejaculated, and preventing a full retreat back into his sheath.
Set was reminded that his female had not been given her full pleasures. She was looking at his groin hungrily. His blood rushed to his flaccid member, his yautja stamina coming to the fore. His eyes narrowed and he watched her with unblinking intensity.
She swallowed audibly and her hand went to her cum-covered throat. He leaned forward, and pulled her towards him with a paw. He was purring heavily, his musk saturated them.
"Wolf want Sara," he spoke slowly against the side of her head, she was shaking as he pulled her to kneel on his thighs, his dick rising behind her ass, touching against her crack. He spread his mandibles wide so that he could stimulate her lobe as he growled demandingly in her ear, "More."
His ooman was unmoving on his lap. Set grabbed the back of her head and held her still as his tongue pushed into her mouth. He had never tasted his seed before and found that as long as it was on her body when he did, it did not bother him much. He was rubbing his semen into her netted teats with his other hand as he coaxed her tongue to dance with his.
He withdrew his tongue and his paws moved to the globes of her ass. Her breath hitched as he spread her cheeks wide, pushing her down so that she could feel his length with her cunt lips and anus. Her fluids coated the side of his shaft as he slid it up the back of her slit. She moaned and her tiny hands grabbed at his shoulders, her blunt nails digging at his scales.
"Moan again little pet," Set purred deeply as he slid up her slit again, he pushed his brow against her head. Her hips gyrated before her forcibly stilled her, wanting to hear her frustrated noises has he controlled the pace at which she would feel him.
"Wolf!" His nickname was whimpered and he purred in pleasure.
"Good," he spoke as though she understood him, she acted as though she did, "Again, pet," he chirped seductively, his mandibles touching her hair, "And I will seat myself deep in your cunt." Her small hands flexed on his shoulders, and she moaned as he glided over her cunt lips from behind a third time. "Sei-i," he rumbled with pride and then used his superior strength to impale her on his length. Her wet pussy clenched around his cock, and he felt her orgasm immediately, "Shower your leader with devotion."
She screamed as he bounced her roughly on his lap. He was not gentle in the process and made sure to swipe his thumb over the swollen little nub of flesh she called a clitoris. His grip tightened on her skin and his talons broke skin as the copper scent of her blood assailed his sense of smell. Sara never noticed, too intent she was on how he was making her feel.
Set wanted her delirious with desire, and not because he wanted to knot her (he couldn't since it was still swollen), simply because he could. He already knew Yautja stamina was beyond human comprehension. He set a brutal pace for her to follow, making her scream until her voice was hoarse and raw and she fell unconscious on his chest.
Buried hilt deep in her heat, his knot had long deflated, he hugged her to his body. Content to sit here until she woke and he could repeat the process all over again. He would wear the cloak of power after he was done thoroughly seeding her, he was fully healed and his nephew was buried.
His computer beeped at his wrist, he knew it was the smaller yautja from before. Set ignored it, lost in thought. His new duties would not be easy. He had after all set a precedent. He was the first yautja to bring a ooman pet to live within the clan. He would have to amend some policies, discuss with the Council of Ancients and contact the Empress… but that could wait.
Setg'in-yu'san closed his eyes and sighed in deep contentment. Sara snuggled into his chest. He flicked his claw along the keys of his wrist data device and ignored his new aid.
He had earned his rest.