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I’m going to die. These were my thoughts as I ran through the Pandoran jungle, ducking under the razor-tipped leaves the size of canoes. I weaved between the knee-high roots of the trees that put the old Californian redwoods on Earth to shame. That was my advantage on Pandora, and why I hadn’t been speared through with a poison-tipped arrow as long as my body yet. On Pandora, everything was huge, and I was very very small. Gravity was slightly lesser, and my muscles were still accustomed to Earth’s comfortable weight.
I never heard him. We never did, until it was too late. The Na’vi are masters of their domain, 10 feet of solid muscle on carbon fiber bones, and yet they move with all the silence and grace of a jungle cat. I had once seen a vid of a recom jaguar tearing apart a gibbon. The predator had moved with such fluid speed the monkey didn’t even have time to register its fate. One minute, it was swinging from the branches, the next, it was dangling from the jaws of a killer. I think my killer moved faster.
I was slammed against the trunk of the tree, a flint-knapped dagger pressed against my throat. The hunter towered over me, blocking out what little sunlight made it through the canopy. I let out a cry of pain as the dagger pressed tighter, blood welling on the jagged edge of the blade. Yellow eyes surveyed me with contempt and disgust. I couldn’t blame him. To him, we must seem so squishy and senseless. He was a predator, pure in his purpose in the way a knife or bullet is pure.
His ears constantly swiveled, snapping to attention at every sound. His nostrils flared, drinking in my scent. He sneered, showing a hint of fang. The knife on my throat flashed as he swung it downwards. But no pain came. Instead, I flushed as my shirt fell in tatters. Now the hunter was smiling, making no effort to conceal his pleasure. His loincloth twitched. My mouth ran dry as mental images of a blue cock the size of my forearm came unbidden.
Of course, I had studied the anatomical diagrams of the Na’vi at Hell’s Gate and on Earth. How could I be here, if I weren’t a scientist? I knew that Na’vi males were on average, 4 times stronger than a human in peak physical condition. I knew that their hearing was at least three times better than humans, and their night vision made them perfect nocturnal predators. However, there had been a… gap, as it were, in the dossier. We had our estimates of course, and baselines taken from autopsies, but nothing concrete. No encounters .
And here was one ogling my breasts. He wasn’t so bad looking himself. I had always had a thing for tall guys…
I think I surprised him when I unbuckled my belt and dropped my pants to the ankle before kicking them into the underbrush. His eyes hungrily roamed my mostly-nude body, lingering on my thighs and hips. His eyes narrowed curiously, and I could see the gears turning in his head as he parsed out my underwear. His hand, now empty of the knife he had so nearly gutted me with, reached for them. I swatted it away.
Instantly, I felt the crushing weight of a Na’vi brave holding me against the tree. I squirmed under his steel-vice grip, but he just held me tighter. His other hand ripped my underwear off me like tissue paper, finally exposing every inch of my skin to the air. My heart raced in my chest, and from the way his ears angled, I could tell he was listening. I nodded toward his loincloth.
“Your turn.” If he spoke English, I had no idea. But he seemed to get the idea when he undid the knot on his hip and the meter-long cloth hit the ground, revealing a set of pale blue testicles and a twitching sheath leaking clear liquid. Already, his member was emerging, a thick blue phallus that seemed to never end. Precum beaded on the tip and I found myself salivating.
My face must’ve said it all, as he immediately pulled away and sat against the sun-warmed bark of another tree, legs spread and eyes hungry. I followed, lowering myself to my hands and knees to get as close as possible. I took the shaft in my hand, sliding up to the tapered end. I rubbed his precum between my thumb and forefinger before coyly licking it off. This close, I could smell the musky scent of his cock and I found it intoxicating . Once more my hand returned to the base of his shaft. I leaned down and planted a kiss on his member while my hand began to stroke, up and down in slow, rhythmic movements. He huffed in pleasure and a giddiness ran through my body, electrifying my limbs. I did that .
I began to lick his cock, alternating small, swift licks at his tip and long laps along the length of his shaft. Heat began to build between my thighs every time I ran my tongue up his full length. His breaths were shallower now, and the toes on his left foot clenched. I paused, and his eyes snapped to mine. Why had I stopped? I did not answer. Instead, I placed my lips around the tip of his cock and leaned forward. He released a pleasured gasp, hands coming up to rest on the back of my head. Before I had even a quarter in my mouth, his tip hit the back of my throat.
I pulled back, gasping for breath, before plunging right back down. I could taste the salt of his sweat and I wanted more . I pumped, down and up, down and up, every so often pulling out to breathe. A sticky line of saliva mixed with precum connected my mouth to his cock. Not quite tsaheylu , but I don’t think either of us minded.
Finally, the heat between my thighs was too intense to ignore. My hunter seemed impatient himself, fidgeting and cocking his head every time I paused to breathe. I stood, presenting my soaked cunt. He drew me to him and his twitching, erect dick. I eased down, shuddering as alternating waves of pleasure and pain coursed through my body. I only got halfway.
His hands, which had been the implements of deadly weaponry just minutes before, held me as I moved up and down. How I longed to just let my legs fail underneath me and ride all the way down to the hilt. But not now. Something would rupture, and that would be the end of our affair. So I rode the latter half of his cock as far as I could manage, feeling it push to my womb. My tempo increased, the electric buzzing in my limbs returning. My heart hammered in my chest like a bird in a cage, sweat began to collect on my neck and chest in the hot jungle air.
My hunter had begun to vocalize, a low, constant rumbling that I didn’t understand until I remembered the jaguar from the vid. He was purring . The realization alone caused a shudder to course through my body.
I yelped as my hunter suddenly lifted me off of him, his warm girth now suddenly missing. He guided me gently to the ground, placing me on my hands and knees. He was behind me now, and I knew what he wanted. I spread my legs and pressed my face against the cool grass. I did not have to wait long. His cock, warm and well-lubricated from my mouth and pussy, slid easily into my ass. My eyes rolled back in my head and I nearly screamed from the wave of pleasure that washed over me.
Still, he was not satisfied. He slid in a quarter, halfway, three-quarters, all the way to the fucking hilt . Damn near a foot of penis twitched inside me. My stomach bulged outwards when he shifted and I gasped. He began to rock back and forth, his thighs slapping against mine, his cock ramming into my ass. His testicles bounced against my entrance with a meaty thwap. My every nerve screamed. It felt like I was on fire. I never wanted it to end.
I felt the orgasm coming, a building pressure that cranked, cranked, cranked, until crack! the dam inside me broke. My vision went white as I roiled in the throes of it, a twitching, moaning, sticky mess. And still, my hunter was not done.
His movements grew faster, the vice-like hands on my waist tightened, claws digging into soft flesh. He snarled and hissed as his own orgasm built, a thunderous, dominant predator, and I, his prey. He roared as he finished, his testicles contracting once, twice, three times as he poured his seed into me. The bulge in my stomach grew slightly as another wave of pleasure wracked my body. I groaned as he pulled out and the cum inside of me p oured out, coating the back of my legs. My legs twitched and shuddered, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to walk straight for a week. No, a month , as another spasm rippled through the meat of my thigh.
My hunter lay on his back, staring at the canopy. I rolled over in the grass to lay my head against his chest. I don’t know how long we lay like that, but eclipse came and went and the sun was sinking low on the horizon when he finally opened his mouth:
“Again?”