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Neteyam enjoys simple things, doing things that help him calm his mind after yet another stressful day, or in between tasks and daily duties as the future olo’eyktan. Simple things he’s learned to accomplish to the point of perfection at such a young age, that he didn’t even had to think anymore as he did them now. Things, such as weaving, skinning his latest hunt, braiding his hair, sharpening knifes and craving arrows.

Neteyam senses your warmth at his back before he even hears or feels your breath on his neck, as he kneels on the floor in your shared marui.

"Yes, yawne?" He says, not looking up from the way he slowly moves a woven thread between his fingers.

"Don't mind me", you say softly, but Neteyam can hear the grin in your voice. "Keep doing what you're doing." Your arms encircle his middle and you nuzzle your face against the muscles of his back, barely able to reach your arms all the way around his waist.

Neteyam absently reaches for another pearl, while you put your lips between the space of his shoulder blades, up, up, up, all the way until your lips meet his neck, tongue sliding over his skin in a teasing lick.

"What you're doing is distracting", Neteyam huffs out a breath, trying to hide the smile that forms on his lips.

"Huh. Is it?" Your other hand has gone to work now, dipped down lower to where his loincloth sits, palming, until your fingers brush over a bulge that now presses against the woven cloth. Your palm pushes against it and he sucks in a breath.

"Yes, it is." Neteyam keeps his voice level, but it’s getting harder the more you palm his cock over the thin fabric. Alternating your lips to small nips with your pointy teeth along his neck, you then finally manage to tug him free. "I just want to help you relax", you giggle softly.

It's incredibly difficult to concentrate on weaving such complex patterns under these conditions, but Neteyam tries his best, reaching for another pearl, tying another knot with skilled fingers. Your own skilled fingers however, they were entirely busy stroking his cock now.

He feels a bit ridiculous, he had to admit to himself. With his loincloth hanging so low that you could easily play with him and your chin resting on his shoulder to get a good view, while he pretended to be entirely focused on that damn piece of clothing he made purely to calm his mind– when there was something way better to do, something that could help him relax like no other task could.

Your hand pushes harder, movements quickening and Neteyam drops the threads in his hands, choking back a moan.

"C'mon, paskalin", you whisper, breath tickling his ear. "You can do better than that. I want to hear you." Both of your hands move to his cock, stroking simultaneously, twisting in opposite directions, thumb teasing his slit where pre-cum oozes in thick droplets.

"O-Oh great mother", he shakily exhales, and you kiss his jaw as you stare down at him, watching the way his abs flex and hips instinctively buck forward and into your fist, seeking more.

"Hmm, you like that don’t you? My mighty warrior likes getting his cock stroked like that?", you purr, before your tongue glides over the shell of his ear.

With a sense of helplessness, Neteyam thrusts into your touch again, a desperate way to let you know that he needs more– faster, harder . His mouth hangs open and his eyes are only half lidded, yet he’s transfixed at the sight of your delicate hands that aren’t even able to close entirely around his shaft, as you pick up a quicker pace.

"Fuck", he curses, the alien words clumsily tumbling from his lips in a whimper, his mind too busy focusing on the pleasure to separate the sky peoples language from this of his own people. Still, you understand.

"We‘ll get to that soon", you giggle softly.

You don’t speak it fluently, but there are certain words and phrases that you picked up over time, often slipping out of him when he felt especially good, and now you understand their meaning to a certain degree.

"That's it, just relax for me, yawne. You can come if you want to", you coo into his ear, once Neteyam lets out a truly shameful low, strangled groan. "Go on, make a mess. Let it all out."

He can't help it, the noises that get out of him. And he can't help the way he comes so hard that it's almost as blazing white as his grace, everything gone but your hands on him and your warmth on his back and the sound of your encouragement, loving praises and content hums blurring with the rushing noise in his own head before he feels his brain turn to mush and his whole body relax.

This is undoubtedly better than weaving, skinning his latest hunt, braiding his hair, sharpening knifes and craving arrows, he thinks. So much better.

You’re dripping. So much so, that Ao’nung has to slurp your juices like he’s feasting on a juicy fruit.

He has you on the floor of his marui, spread out and spread wide, thighs bracketing his head as he leans down to lick a board stripe from your entrance to your clit.

A hand tangles itself in his black curls as he gives you a wet, sloppy kiss right where you need it.

"Oh god, yes", you moan as his hands slide up to hold you more open than you were before, so that he could taste you again and again, his tongue dipping deeper and deeper inside every time. Your hand curls tighter in his hair, tugging, and you worry that you were hurting him. Not that this was even possible. Still, you just couldn’t help it– touching him was the only thing anchoring you, as if you‘ll float away and disappear if you would move your hands just an inch.

But Ao’nung doesn't seem to mind, not if the way he groans, grinds his face against your pussy and thrusts his tongue deeper into you is anything to go by.

You could feel the pleasure growing inside you, in your toes and in your spine and behind your eyelids, and you arched against him, moaning at each touch of his tongue, his lips against your clit– sucking and slurping and kissing. It's building and you’re reaching for it, but then he suddenly pulls away, and your hips jerk violently as though to follow.

Panting for air, you lift your head and stare down on yourself, brows furrowed.

And there he lays on his stomach, one of your thighs in either one of his hands, legs draped over his shoulders as he licks his lips clean. His chin is glistening in your arousal, dripping and running down his throat.

"Who knew sky people were this delicious?", he grins, before leaning over to teasingly bite the soft inside of your thigh.

"I want- come back", you whine in frustration, "Please…"

"Needy little demon", he chuckles and rolls his eyes, "you want to suffocate me with your slick?"

"I- I thought your people were good at holding your breath", you argue, blushing, and later you'll most definitely feel embarrassed for being so bold, but you couldn’t care less in this moment. The sheets underneath you are sticking to your sweaty back, your legs are trembling and you’re just so close— what he’s doing, or more what he isn’t doing, should count as torture!

"Oh, you want me to hold my breath, huh? And I here I thought I should go easy on you, be careful with such a small fragile thing", he gives you a sharp grin and chuckles, "You should’ve told me earlier, then I would have you crying by now."

And then he dives back down, his tongue delving deeper than before, sucking harshly on your clit until your back arches like a bow and your heels dig into his back. He’s feasting like he’s never been taught proper table etiquette, his face practically shoved against your pussy as if he’s actually starving.

"O-Oh my god, yes! Yes, f-fuck– right there! Right there, right there", you moan, throwing your head back at the blissful feeling of the broad metkayina man between your thighs.

You could feel Ao’nungs approval in the way he hummed loudly, his eyes fluttering closed as he continued to devour you.

"C-Coming, I’m– I‘m coming", is all you manage to force out, both of your hands flying back to get a tight grip in his hair, guiding him and holding him right there, right where you needed it most. And cocky as he is, you feel him grinning before he sucks so hard on your clit it feels as if you would explode any second.

And then, taking a hand off your leg and repositioning himself, he slips two of his fingers into your soaking wet cunt and curls them just right. Pairing powerful strokes of his digits with long sucks of his mouth, he coaxes you over the edge with such confidence that it takes your own breath away. Literally.

You mindlessly tug on his hair as your thighs snap close around his head. Your orgasm almost takes you out, it makes you shake, your muscles jumping and spasming and making you twitch uncontrollably before it plateaus into complete, white-out inducing bliss. His fingers keep pumping in and out of you through the clamping of your walls, stretching out your orgasm while he kisses and sucks on your clit, until your body slowly goes limp from the incredible pleasure.

Ao’nung was so mean about this.

"I’ve had it with your attitude."

"Ao’nung." The name rolled off your tongue as a whimper, a gasp, followed by a choked-off moan as he gripped your hips and pulled you down on his thick thigh. "Ao’nung, please." It was a cry this time, and just like your attempt to squirm away, it falls on deaf ears.

The metkayina in question grins, before sucking a bruise into the spot below your ear. "No", he murmurs, pulling your hips down against his leg again, "If you want it so bad, you’ll have to work for it."

You moan, leaning your head back so he could have better access to your neck. The feeling of his smooth skin against your bare pussy was exquisite and you couldn’t help but do as you’re told, grinding yourself against it, rubbing against your sensitive skin in all the right ways. You grasp at his shoulders, moans falling from your lips with abandon as you slowly but surely begin to ride him.

“You’re so wet, little pearl”, Ao’nung groans as he traces his tongue along your collarbone, "Eywa, I can feel your slick smearing all over my thigh. So needy."

Every movement you make causes your knee to brush against his crotch and he could feel himself growing hard underneath his loincloth. The feeling of your juices and the way you were grinding your clit against his leg only added further to that.

A particularly rough thrust against his thigh had you keening, your breath hitching as you tried to repeat the same motion. Soon, your legs started to tremble and you knew you weren’t going to last for much longer. The feeling steadily growing in your stomach was intense, a tight coil that threatened to snap at any second. "Ao’nung", you whimpered, "I’m… I’m gonna come."

"Yeah?" The word was a little more than harsh breath, and he gave your neck a parting nip before he pulled back to properly look at you. His blue eyes shone with lust, the pupils blown wide as he stared at you. "You gonna come for me, little pearl? Gonna squirt all over my leg, hm?"

A smirk played at his lips when you nodded frantically, seconds before he crashed his lips against yours in a kiss that you both moaned into. You moved faster, moaning loudly you rolled your hips, dragging your clit along his thigh as if you were tracing the faint stripes of his skin.

"Say my name", he whispers lowly against the shell of your ear, before biting the lobe. "I want to hear it from you when you come."

And then your orgasm hit you like a tsunami.

Screaming his name as pleasure rushed through you, your hands held onto his shoulders like a lifeline as his hands on your hips helped you continue to grind against his thigh, chasing the delicious ecstacy when your own body wasn’t able to continue. Ao’nung stroked you through it and moans of his own fell from his lips when he felt a sticky gush of arousal warming his leg. When it was over, you slumped against him, breathing heavily.

You hadn't meant to get caught.

You had just needed it so badly, and with Jake being away for another resource raid until eywa knows when, you‘d been unable to wait any longer. But somehow the intention of being quick and subtle had turned into something more drawn out, and before you had realized it, you were stretched out on your bed, three fingers buried deep between your thighs, when the flaps that represented the door to your marui pod were suddenly pulled aside and you were met with two golden eyes, staring down at you right as you came undone.

Of course, you were paying for it now.

You yelped as a heavy hand descended onto your upturned ass, sending you sliding forward over the muscular thigh you were bent over.

"Such a needy little slut. Couldn't even wait for me to get home, huh?" Another smack cut off any answer you might've made. "Who do you think does this pussy belong to?"

"Y-You", you gasp, when the answer was rewarded with another blow.

"And whose ass is this, huh?" One hand squeezed and molded a cheek, and you moaned as he groped the overly sensitive flesh. "Well? You’re gonna answer me or what? Whose is it?"

"Yours! It’s- it’s yours!"

Another slap, this time aimed a little lower, fingertips brushing over your folds at the impact and you let out another moan, less like a painful one and more in a way that was so unmistakable, that when you felt the thigh you laid on tense, you knew exactly what was coming now. "Does this turn you on, getting what you deserve? Does my little slut enjoy getting spanked?"

"Yes", you said quietly, your breath hitching.

“Yes, who ?” The words were sharp, slicing over your skin like knives, and you shuddered.

"Sir", you moaned, softly at first and then louder when his palm landed on your ass yet again. "Yes, sir!"

"Hmm, that's better", Jake hummed, and you shivered again, as a hand stroked over one aching cheek.

"So pretty when you've been spanked", his low voice murmured. "Did you do this on purpose, then? Were you trying to get me to bend you over my knee and remind you what happens to naughty girls who can't keep their hands off other people’s property?"

You shook your head, biting your lip to hold back a moan, not trusting your voice to answer just yet. Fingers slid down along the crease between your cheeks, then vanished between your glistening folds, before they teased your entrance. Moaning, you arched towards them, then cried out when the movement was answered with a slap. "Did I say you could move?"

"No, sir. I just—"

"Just what? Needed Daddy to touch your little pussy, is that right?" A firm swat cut off whatever you might have answered. "I think I don't want to hear anything else out of that filthy mouth of yours except Yes, No , or Please , got that?"

Your cheeks were bright red as you mumbled a quiet, "Yes, sir."

"Now, what should I do with you, hm?”

You had more than a few suggestions, but you doubted they'd be appreciated just yet, so you kept quiet. "You know, I came home early tonight because I planned to spend the evening fucking you into the mattress, giving my good girl a reward for being so patient, but since you already decided to be selfish and take care of your needs all on your own…."

"N-No! Please, sir! Please…”

Another harsh spank to your bottom made you gasp. "Not that you look like you couldn’t take another round", Jake teased, one of his fingers dipping between your thighs. "My little slut‘s all wet down there."

"Y-Yes, sir, yes I- I can—”

You moaned loudly at the sudden explosion of sensation when two of Jakes digits pushed themselves past your tight entrance to the last knuckle, stretching you further.

"Oh f-fuck", you half-sobbed and the scoff coming from Jake only ratcheted your arousal up to almost painful limits. You wanted to feel the thick cock that was pressing against your stomach pounding into you instead, but there were only his fingers, thrusting and curling against your sweet spots.

Without quite realizing it, you began to move, pushing back against his hand as best as you could. A hard smack made you freeze, the warm buzz radiating from your ass all the way up your spine. "Look at you", Jake chuckled, "so hungry for it... you need it, don't you?"

"Yes, sir. Yes, sir, please. I promise I’ll be good! Please I need it so bad!" The words were little more than a desperate and whiny whimper as you fought for some kind of control, squirming on his lap, only to have it snatched away with a deep thrust of his fingers that made you choke on a moan instead.

As soon as the sound was out of your mouth, the caressing hand drew back to slap your ass again, then paused.

"And now you're getting pleasure out of your punishment", he tsked, shaking his head in disappointment as he pulled his fingers out of you against your whiny protests. "Doesn’t look to me like you’re even trying to be a good girl."

For several seconds, there was nothing, and you wondered if you’d truly fucked up this time, but then the hand descended, landing just below your ass, making you try to jump away. The next time, Jake didn't stop with just one blow, and each seemed to get harder as he moved from cheek to cheek, spreading your thighs and making his way inward, closer to your pussy. His low voice was ringing in your ears, each word punctuated by a hard smack. "You. Do. Not. Ever. Play. With. This. When. I‘m. Not. Home. That. Clear?”

The last strike landed just on your throbbing clit, and you barely managed to hold back a sob at the white-hot sting that threatened to rob you of the last vestiges of sanity and control. "Ye…Yes, sir", you forced out through clenched teeth, drooling and breathing rapidly.

"Good job, hun. I hope you‘ve learned your lesson", you heard Jake‘s low voice in a hum of approval. "Now come for me, babygirl.”

You nearly howled as Jake suddenly pushed his fingers back inside you, thrusting them in and out at such a merciless pace, you were left with no choice but to come on command– moaning, cursing and shaking as he held you firm over his thigh, helping you ride out your orgasm as he curled his digits just right.

When the last echoes of your moans slowly ebbed away, you felt limp and boneless in his arms.

"Now where are your manners, hm? Don’t you want to thank daddy for making you come?", Jake grinned at your hazy expression, while swiping the drool from your chin with his thumb. When there is no sign of a response from you, other than a content little hum, his grin widens. "Oh c’mon, did I already fuck that brain outta ya? You’re too cute, all fucked out just from my fingers. Baby, I haven’t even started yet…"

The new scientist calls him Daddy , wraps her arms around him and makes a little mewling sound when he drags down her panties to find her slippery wet.

It’s cute, he thinks. You’re cute.

Young thing, soft and smooth in his hands in a way that no other woman had ever felt.

Jake spreads the folds of your cunt with his fingers and you squirm, go up on your tiptoes and give him a dirty little smile.

He has to wrench his thoughts from all the things he’s planning to do to you and takes a handful of your ass, lifts you up easily to perch you on the edge of a desk at the labs. He looks over his shoulders, a quick glance to the door to find it closed, thinking that Norm would most definitely kill him if he found the cute newbie of his team fooling around with the former marine and now olo’eyktan.

"Hmm, Daddy, you're so big", you coo, fingers snaking around his cock and tugging it free from his loincloth. He knows it’s true, knows it nothing you say just to stroke his ego– because he is . Your cheeks are flushed red at the sight of his size, not even able to fully close your delicate fingers around his girth.

So innocent, he thinks. Not in the way you stroke him, definitely not in the way you tease the head of his cock near the slickness of your cunt, but for everything else.

"Can you take me, babydoll?" He asks and you lick your lips to a sheen and Jake almost doesn't wait for an answer. "Hmh. Just start off slow, yes?", you plead, big doe eyes looking up at him through pretty long lashes.

"Always do." He grins.

Only like any first time, holding back is a chore. He lets you settle his cock ready to enter, nudge your hips and hook your legs around him. Jake focuses instead on the buttons of your blouse, tugging them open gently while every rise and fall of your chest offers up your tits. They're not small for human standards, but small enough for a Na’vi to fit straight in his palm, and he already knows from feeling you up that you’re not even wearing a fucking bra. Filthy little girl.

"Ready, baby?"

A full-body shiver runs through you, and he rides up the fabric of your pencil skirt as he nudges his hips forward, slides into the tightness of your body with minimal resistance that it makes both of you moan in unison. Each successive thrust gets him deeper, and a pleasant sort of glow floods through him at the way you hold onto him, muffle moans against his chest and shudders each time he rolls the pad of his thumb over a taut nipple. You’re whiny, he realizes, moaning and whimpering like a little pornstar, but it’s an honest sound, nothing fake that would probably turn him off.

"You want Daddy to get you off first, hm? Make you feel all special?" Jake‘s voice is low in your ear, and he can’t help himself as his tongue traces the shell and pointy canine tease at your lobe.

You nod, desperately quick, squeezing your cunt around him, and Jake doesn't care anymore about trying to remember whatever had been on your nametag. Stops worrying about Norm walking in on the two of you. Doesn't give a shit about anyone in the labs or the whole village hearing your moans and the sound of flesh against flesh as he starts to pound into you until you squeal.

You call for him, Daddy Daddy Daddy, and he makes you come fast and hard, your thighs still shaking as he pulls out and bends you over the desk, fucks you so rough against it that it creaks and moves forward by an inch with every thrust and Jake is pretty fucking sure he‘s just found his new favorite toy at the labs.

"Guess who."

You certainly don’t need sight to tell them apart, in fact, one of the things you love about being with them is how different they are. How lucky could you possibly get, you think, as strong hands grip your jaw lightly until you open up and a thumb swipes over your tongue, dips inside your mouth for you to suck on, before slowly pulling out with a wet pop .

"A-Ao’nung", you whisper, "it’s Ao‘nung."

The cloth covering your eyes is well-woven by skilled fingers you’re very much familiar with, soft, strong, and dyed a dark enough blue that it's nearly black and you’re unable to see. It sits comfortable, despite the tight knot behind your head.

Anticipation flutters through your stomach and chest and your heart beats just a little faster, your breath comes a little quicker as you wait for an answer.

Neteyam chuckles, you know it’s him because the sound of it always sends a chill down your spine.

"Good job, sevin", he praises.

You can feel him circling you even with your eyes closed. The heat from his body radiates out, crossing the space between your bodies to seep into your bare skin. Someone shifts, most likely Ao’nung tracing his place with Neteyam.

It’s hard, not being able to reach out towards him as he stands right in front of you, to thread your fingers through Neteyams hair or tug his mouth down to yours.

Thankfully, he’s the one reaching out to you first. You know it’s him, the hand that cups one of your breasts and caresses your skin with his thumb, running over your nipple until it hardens. You know it’s him, because he’s gentle. His palm is warm and soft and he kneads your breast in a way that’s so lovingly, like he’s worshiping your body in a tender way.

"I know it’s you, Neteyam", you breathe out, your tail swaying a little overly excited behind your back.

But the very moment said hand suddenly pinches your nipple, causing you to gasp as he teases and tugs on the sensitive little nub, you already know that your answer was wrong.

"N-No it’s, it’s Lo‘ak", you blurt out with reddened cheeks, obviously embarrassed that you had fallen into his trap. So typical of him.

All three of them chuckle in unison at this, before Neteyam hums lowly, "Hmh, good girl."

You’re certain that the hand that now runs over the inside of your thigh, gently squeezing your flesh, belonged to him. But you decide to keep your mouth shut this time, afraid this could just be another trap to tease you further.

The sudden brush of his mouth against yours makes you gasp into the kiss and you lean into it, just as Neteyam breaks away, letting a whiny noice of frustration escape your parted lips.

"Neteyam…", you complain softly, pouting a little. And even though you couldn’t see him like this, you knew by the tone of his voice and the quiet clicking of the beads in his braids that he was tilting his head as he asks, "What is it, hm?"

"Don’t you enjoy our little game?", comes from beside him. This has to be Ao’nung, you think to yourself, and right on cue, what must be Lo‘ak chimes in, "She’s so cute like this, bro."

"Stop teasing me…", you whine, barely above a whisper, "please."

"Yeah, she can be adorable if she really wants to." It’s said over your head with a low chuckle, and then a hand reaches out to cup your jaw again. Ao’nungs thumb traces the outline of your bottom lip, and you can’t help the way your tongue immediately darts out to give him a little kitten lick.

"Fine", Neteyam sighs, "We‘ll stop teasing you, sevin. But the blindfold will stay on."

"Huh, w-what? Why?"

"Because we love how flustered you get like this", Lo‘ak chirps gleefully, and the grin on his face can be heard in his voice.

Another hand, this time you really struggle to figure out who it belongs to, then dips between your thighs, cupping your bare cunt to feel for your arousal. You’re hyperaware of the fingers swiping through your folds and you whimper softly when they tease your entrance with fleeting touches.

"Look how wet you already are. This is going to be so much fun..."

The strands of hair hanging into your face are obscuring your eyes and Tonowari finds himself annoyed at that.

You look so beautiful on your knees, soft mouth wrapped around his cock. Nothing should get in the way of that view.

Reaching down, Tonowari tenderly tucks the soft hair behind your ear. The gesture makes you look up, meeting his gaze and he can’t quite stifle the sharp inhale of a breath at the hungry look in your teary eyes. You’re grinning as much as you can as swirl your tongue around the tip of his thick cock.

You’re far too talented for your own good, he thinks, groaning and throwing his head back.

Meanwhile, your right hand slips down your own body, skimming over your chest and down past the thin loincloth hanging low over your hips. The soft moan that escapes you, as your dainty fingers move over your clit, vibrate through the older man’s body.

"Eywa, woman…" The metkayina groans lowly. It felt so good, too good.

The sight of you on your knees, sucking on his cock and loving it so much to the point you had to find relief in your own hands was almost enough to finish him right then and there.

Tonowari could almost feel you smiling up at him, as you pulled off with a noisy, slurping pop , flicking your tongue over the sensitive head before diving back down.

Your skilled mouth slides down, throat muscles working around his length, sliding down until your nose touches his pubic bone and your chin brushes his balls. Panting heavily through your nose, you then, very deliberately, swallow. And with a noisy groan, Tonowari loses all control.

He fists his hand in your hair and starts to thrust into your throat heedlessly. Moaning, your own thrusts speed up, fingers pumping in and out of your fluttering hole, with slick running down your wrist you curl your digits as if you’re beckoning to yourself.

When you swallow around Tonowaris length again, he finally comes with a strangled groan, his hips thrusting helplessly into the warmth and tightness of your throat as curses fall from his lips.

You dutifully drink it up, until even the very last drop of his warm cum runs down your throat with a contented little moan. "Hmh, swallow it all. That’s it, good girl…", he praises you softly. "You did such a good job for me, little one."

When Tonowari finally lets go and you allow his cock to slip out of your mouth, you gasp for air, licking away the shiny layer of come and spit from your lips with the tip of your tongue.

But you barely get a second to collect your rapid breathing, as Tonowari yanks you back up to your feet. "Let me reward you properly", he hums, and then mouths smash together, lips sliding and tongues curling around each other. The taste of his own cum still lingers in your mouth and both of you groan into the kiss. It’s filthy and you writhe against the metkayinas thick and muscular body, desperately seeking his touch, which he gladly grants you, smiling with approval.

His hand cups your clothed cunt, fingers skimping past your loincloth to insert two of them into your dripping entrance. You gasp at the sudden but welcomed stretch and then he thrusts them into you, fast and hard.

You’re panting hot breaths against the side of his neck, whimpering soft pleas of more daddy, please, more, more and Tonowari thinks it might be one of the most erotic thing he’s ever felt or heard.

The trembling of your thighs is almost enough to make you collapse, if it weren’t for the strong arms holding you upright, as you come moaning his name, arousal dripping from between your thighs in thick droplets that Tonowari wishes he could lap up at the source. He draws his fingers through the mess, before bringing them to his mouth to taste you.

Looking down at your flushed face, lips red from biting and sucking, still shining with spit and slightly parted to fill your lungs with small pants of air, Tonowari thinks that your mouth has never been so beautiful as when it’s been well-used.

They’re drunk enough that it’s possible it wasn’t intentional.

Metkayinas liquor is meant for strong warriors, elders even. It’s stronger than anything that the omatikaya serve. And the two of you had a lot of it, Ao’nung remarks as he remembers the night, hours spent sitting around the fire, telling stories and laughing as cup after cup of the warriors drink were passed around and dutifully emptied.

Neteyam and you had left stumbling, holding onto each other and giggling to yourselves, drunk enough that it definitely wasn’t intentional– doing it so open, for the whole world to see. For him to see, to stumble upon on his way back.

Ao’nung contemplates getting up and just take a different way back to the village, except his dick is so painfully hard and his head still spins, even more than it did earlier, he’s not sure he can make it through the center of the island in this condition.

Plus, if he peeks around the tree he was currently hiding behind, he can just make out the shape of Neteyams ass as he fucks you, can just make out the sight of your nails digging into his back. He knows he should get up and leave, should look away, should walk another path and go home and just sleep…

But instead, he finds himself watching intently.

His eyes follow the curve of your spine as it arches of the sandy ground, trace the outlines of your soft thighs wrapped around Neteyams waist in the moonlight. He watches your breasts bounce with every thrust, sees your flushed cheeks as your mouth hangs open on a long, drawn out moan that goes straight to his own throbbing cock.

Ao’nungs hand is on his dick through his loincloth before he’s even aware of doing it. He’ll blame the warriors drink for that later, except he’s not even feeling as drunk as he suddenly feels horny as fucking hell and out of control with it.

There’s pain for a minute or so until he blinks and realizes he’s squeezing himself so hard that the woven strings of his loincloth are biting into his skin, so he pulls it down until his cock springs free and wraps his hand around it, closing his eyes and listening to the sound of skin smacking against skin in the same rhythm as waves crash against rocks in the distance.

This is a bad idea, runs through is head on repeat even as he curves his hand over his dick and starts to stroke, rubbing the tip to get his fingers wet and going back down, up and down, establishing a brutal, fast rhythm because from the whiny sounds you’re making and the way Neteyam groans, neither of you were going to last much longer.

As he turns his head once more, he watches your mouth hang open, moans shamelessly spilling from your lips as he thrusts into you over and over again. But suddenly, there’s a swirl of movements. Neteyams hands on your hips, rolling over and lifting you on top, your hands on his thighs to spread yourself for him to see before you start bouncing on him like you’re made for it.

Dark blue hands wander from your hips to your ass, a handful of each cheek tightly in his palms as he helps lifting you up and down on his cock, and you throw your head back in bliss.

Ao’nung imagines standing behind that ass, reaching down to swat Neteyams hands away and replace them with his own, feel the plump flesh moving. He imagines his cock between each cheek, moving along to the rhythm of you fucking yourself on another man’s cock. He pictures himself coming on it, spilling his cum onto your beautiful blue skin, marking you like you belonged to him, and it’s such a hot image– so hot, so incredibly hot , that he closes his eyes and comes just from imagining it.

And if his eyes weren’t shut tightly and his ears weren’t currently ringing from the sheer intensity of his orgasm, Ao’nung would’ve seen the way you glanced over your shoulder with a grin and heard the way Neteyam spoke lowly into your ear,

"See, tiyawn? I told you he‘ll enjoy the show."

Neteyam makes a sound, a soft noise muffled by the crock of his arm, where he has his face buried.

"Sorry, I’ll be more gentle."

Your voice behind him is kind and Neteyam, for once, is glad that he’s laying down on his front. Well, glad isn’t totally the correct word for his semi hard cock is trapped between his own body and the ground.

And your hands, tender fingers, soft and warm, radiating heat as they apply a healing salve onto the cuts on his back, gently swiping over his oversensitive flesh. This time, Neteyam can’t help the groan that drops from his lips.

His whole body tenses up as your fingers freeze at the sound.

"Did I hurt you?"

Neteyam holds his breath and a very long moment of silence passes, before his breath comes out in a shaky exhale. Later, he‘ll regret not answering straight away because he couldn’t have been more obvious to what was actually going on with him.

"No…", he whispers, his voice sounding too breathily, too suspicious. Something was up with him and even a blind person could probably tell what it was.

Propping himself onto his elbows, he turns half way toward you, glancing over his shoulder at you, who looked back at him with your eyebrows high on your forehead.

Clearing your throat, you quickly break the awkward silence, "alright, uhm, you can turn over now."

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Neteyam brings up mental pictures of nasty bugs, wounds, that old lady he accidentally saw bathing in the river as a child, how Lo‘aks breath smells in the morning, … before he turns over onto his back.

His eyes are squeezed shut and he hopes, prays , that his boner has gone down by now, but then your palms move over his thigh, squeezing his tense muscles, and he just knows he’s officially done for. Prying his eyes open, Neteyam looks down at you, where you kneel next to him to treat the small cuts on his upper thigh. Your skilled fingers move over his skin to carefully spread the salve where it’s needed, making sure it properly soaks in by massaging it into his flesh.

"Oh fuck", Neteyam slips out a breathless curse, and instantly, his ears go flat against his head and his cheeks turn a faint red. "S-Sorry, I didn’t- didn’t mean to. It just feels… it’s feels really good…"

"Hm, obviously ", you giggle softly, not stopping your treatment for a second. And now it seems like you purposefully slide your fingers higher under his loincloth, resuming the massage so high up on his thigh that your fingertips brush over his by now throbbing and rock hard cock.

"What are you doing?", Neteyam groans and let’s his head fall back, allowing himself to relish in the blissful feeling for as long as you granted him to.

"I said I’ll help you apply the salve where it’s needed", you respond, albeit a little too calm for his liking. "And it looks like you really need it… here ."

As a finger tugs down his loincloth, he feels your hand close itself around his shaft and seconds later, you give him a slow but firm stroke that causes his whole body to physically shudder.

"I was …", Neteyam swallows thickly, "… talking about my wounds."

"I know", you simply say with a smile, shrugging innocently. "But this still looks like it hurts. You don’t want me to help you?"

The hand stroking his cock closes more tightly, making him utterly aware of the salve covering your palm that makes your movements more fluidly, gliding along his length from base to tip where you twist your fist and tease the mushroom-like head with a thumb. It felt sinfully good and enticed a small moan out of him, so you repeat the motion.

"Y-Yes— I mean, no. Oh fuck …", Neteyam groans, unable to stop his hips from moving, bucking up and trusting his cock into the warmth of your fist. "Please. Just please, keep going. Don’t stop."

With a hand flat on his chest, you give him a gently push, "Why don’t you lay down for me, hm?" You smile at him and Neteyam doesn’t need to be told twice, instantly laying down flat on the woven mat. "Let your Tsahìk take care of you, mighty warrior…"

"I will slice your throat, demon!"

"Not if I slice yours first, cupcake."

You could barely remember how you came to this, pressed into the dirt, a knife at your neck and a warm body grinding against your own. The demon, Quaritch or whatever his name was, above you, rumbling with laughter at the mere idea that you had any control over your own destiny.

But you did, did you not? You had managed to escape bridgehead, fought your way out. Although you had not made it very far, and had been forced back into the mouth of the very beast you had been fleeing from. But you were trying to take control now.

Unfortunately your anger could not, as every angry person hopes, amplify your strength, and the demon overpowered you easily enough.

You did not call out into the depth of the forest, hoping anyone of your own kind might hear and come to help you, did not make much noise at all. Obedient , that’s what he had called you when he first got rid of the restraints around your wrists and allowed you to walk freely. More or less, as long as you were sticking to him like a leech.

The knife he held against your neck to pin you down was not a threat to your life, at least not from this position, even though you were both aware it could be. Instead it was steel humiliation, cutting away at your resolve.

"You’re a ungrateful little brat, you know that?", the demon huffs, his hot breath just as close to your neck as the knife he was holding. "Letting me chase you through this goddamn forest like I have nothing better to do. After everything I did for you! I fed you, I made sure they keep their filthy hands off of you, kept the cuffs off so you would stop whining around. And this is how you thank me?"

You had never before known terror and arousal to appear hand-in-hand, but there you were, biting back moans, squirming and clenching your thighs together, while every fear you had felt since they took you from the forest and you woke up in that clinically white room drove into your chest like a drill. When his weight pressed down on you, your hips instinctively pushed up against his crotch, trying to release all the pressure that was accumulating just under your skin, making it tight and hot.

"Sla muntxa nga [Go fuck yourself, become self mated] ", you hissed in your mother’s tongue, but you might as well have been saying nonsense for all you thought Quaritch could understand.

A soft gasp escapes as the sharp blade suddenly appears in front of your face, lowering until it kisses the skin beneath your collarbone.

The knifepoint traces the line towards your shoulder, scraping the skin, but leaving it intact.

Arousal was a whirlwind inside you, spinning around and around, and you felt lost in the maelstrom, whirling beyond control, beyond need, as the knife glides ever so carefully down the arch of your spine and to the base of your tail.

You felt dizzy, light-headed, and your hips want to ride into the air, back arching, mouth gasping, muscles straining. And then something tears, something cuts , and you feel your loincloth glide over your skin in two equal halves, leaving you bare before the demon.

"Y‘know what?", he chuckles lowly, hands coming to rest at your ass, spreading the cheeks to get a glimpse of your glistening folds.

Oh , you think, but your mouth's suddenly too dry to get the word out. But not too dry to moan so shamelessly, once a single blue finger dips into your dripping entrance and you feel yourself clenching tight around it.

"Oe tup muntxa nga ki. [I’d rather fuck you instead]"

On the nights when Lo‘ak felt like the air was too heavy on his shoulders and it felt like nothing he did came out quite right, it was you he went to.

You could make the world go away for a while.

By now, just the feel of thick silk rope sliding around his wrists, pulling them together over his head, around his thighs, spreading them wide open, was enough to make him start forgetting everything else. Enough to make him hard, too.

He moaned a little, as a last tug on the ropes bound him in place. Your soft hand slid up his thigh to grip his throbbing cock and Lo‘ak jerked, or tried to, and moaned for real when he couldn’t. He couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything. And knowing that made him even harder.

You made a soft, approving sound, rubbing your thumb over the slit of his cockhead and Lo‘ak made a pleading noise in return.

This was what made the rest of the world go away. The sound he made as you straddled him and started lowering yourself onto his dick was hoarse and wordless. His cock was painfully hard, stretching you so wide you could only gasp, sliding into you endlessly. And then sliding out just as endlessly.

"Oh eywa, baby, please!" Lo‘ak groaned, hips desperately thrusting up to get deeper inside you.

You didn’t answer, but your smile hung in the air. And you kept riding him, slow and merciless, no matter how much Lo‘ak begged for more, harder, please. This was the feeling he loved. What he craved.

As much as he loved flipping you over and pounding into your tight human pussy, as much as he loved you on your knees, sucking him off, worshipping him. As much as he loved eating you out like a starved man, making you cry out again and again and again. He loved that from time to time, you would take the lead and just fuck the thoughts out of his head, make his overthinking come to an halt. Make him forget about all the guilt and the pressure and the feeling of being a failure, a disappointment, an outcast. You would just take control over his body, take him in slowly, relentlessly, until Lo‘ak was gasping and sobbing for breath and his whole being shuddered with pleasure.

There was nothing but this moment.

Lo‘ak was too incoherent to do anything but moan and cry out when he finally came. Your hands closed tight on his thighs where you steadied yourself to give him a good show, and his cock shoved deep into your clenching hole, holding you open with short, hard thrusts as his body was milked dry. Lo‘ak loved it.

He whimpered and moaned, hoarse and breathless, as your strokes turned long and fast, taking his cock into the tightness of your body hard and ruthless. The last thrust was deep enough, you could almost taste him on your tongue, pushing you over the edge with him. The feeling of your walls pulsating around his length lingered in his body even when you slowly lifted yourself up and pulled him out, his cum oozing out of you in a thick flow before you pushed it back inside. Lo‘ak groaned at the way you made a show out of this too, spreading your legs for him to see, before bringing your fingers to your lips to sucks them clean.

It was filthy and perfect.

Not even a second passed, after you had released the ropes, that Lo‘ak pulled you close against his chest and trapped you in his grip.

A satisfied sigh left his lips, as he nuzzled his face against the top of your head, and you decided to hold him back from the world a little longer.

Four fingers are weird. They’re unnatural.

You feel the flush of dark embarrassment tickle up your spine, face buried in Lo‘aks shoulder as said smug bastard presses a fingertip between your folds, teasing your slippery entrance. It makes you feel even more ridiculously bare than you already were; naked, sitting on his lap with you back against his chest and legs spread wide over his thighs.

His cock is trapped between your back and his lower stomach, aching for attention, yet he’s still fully clothed.

A tingle up your spine reminds you of the thought you hadn’t finished yet. Four fingers are wrong. Four fingers mean sky people, human, demon, alien. But four fingers also mean an extra finger per hand to touch and tease and stroke–

Gentle, warm strokes of his soft fingertips make your walls flutter in anticipation, like you’re nothing but a nervous virgin.

"What was it that you called me earlier? Ah, a freak , right? And do my freaky hands feel good?" Lo‘ak whispers it into your ear with chuckle. It’s intimate and strange, like a demon on your shoulder whispering sweet sins. "You want more, hm?"

Biting down on your lower lip, your body decides to respond for you, hips canting forward, trying to finally push his fingers inside you.

Then Lo‘aks hands– his sinful, strange, sky people hands are gone like shadows and he’s grabbing your chin and makes you look at him over your shoulder. You don’t fight it, but you still glare at him.

You meet those lust-dark, golden eyes of his and want to shiver, want to beg and plead and make Lo‘ak get on with it because you’re as wet as you‘ll ever going to be, had been since Lo‘ak stripped you of every stitch of clothing, kissing and licking and groping you into this state, after you had yet again pointed at him and laughed over his extra digit.

Lo‘ak was still holding your chin, his other hand running up and down the inside of your thigh, dangerously close to your core, but not quite touching you again.

"Say it", he then whispers, mouth turning up into a smirk, already kiss pink and wet. "Say it and I’ll keep going, show you what those freaky hands are capable of."

"I… want more", you confess, voice hoarse and quiet, determined and wanting, yet you can’t help the way you roll your eyes at him with a frustrated little pout.

Lo‘ak enjoys how bratty you are. Mostly, because he’s confident into his ability to fuck that attitude right out of you. He’s been wanting to do so since the day he stepped foot on this island and you giggled to Ao’nung over the odd shape of his tale and called him names.

"Yeah, you sure do", he chuckles and then makes a big show of dipping his fingers back down between your thighs, smiling like the cat that got the cream when his hand comes back up and he rubs your sticky, clear arousal between the pads of his fingers until all four of them are coated and glistening, from tip to second knuckle. A not so subtle reminder of just where those fingers came from and where they’re going again. "Look how wet you are, you’re dripping all over my fingers, thanì."

He then returns his hand between your thighs and presses his index finger against your entrance, before you can give him a snarky comeback. Testing the slick opening until it gives, he lets the digit slide inside, and Lo’ak the sweet fuck, licks at your neck with broad wet flicks of his tongue and whispers nonsense against the shell of your ear until you’re squirming. His free hand, strong, steady, but equally as freaky, is braced on the underside of your knee, effortlessly holding your legs wide open for him to play with you as he pleases.

"How does that feel, hm? You like my alien fingers inside you?" You hear him ask, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder to get a good view of his finger sliding in and out of your clenching hole.

"J-Just.. shut up", comes as a breathless response.

"You have your entire life to be little bitch", Lo’ak chuckles lowly, "Why not take today off and let yourself enjoy this?”

Then, he wriggles a second finger in beside the first one, and starts to ease them out together, then back in; a slow, slick push. You squirm even more, high pitched moans falling from your lips, and then a choked and breathless noise as Lo‘ak settles into a slow rhythm, pushing in deep and curving to brush something inside you that has you clenching greedily around the digits.

It feels so good every time he just curves his fingers, hooking and pressing at that spot that is turning you into a wanton little slut. One who’s bucking her hips and grinding her ass back against his cock that’s still trapped between your back and his stomach. It gets worse when he inserts the third finger, stretching you out to the absolute max.

They’re so fucking big, thick and strong and it’s such an intense feeling, overwhelming, too much and never enough. It hurts so good, that you have tears gathering in your eyes, wet and shameful, and your toes curl into your soles from the pleasure.

Fuck, you mentally curse yourself. You’re really tearing up like a little virgin, just because he‘s finger fucking you. But it’s deep, rough and filthy and so so good, you just can’t help it.

"Hmm, good girl", Lo‘ak hums lowly into your ear, "See how well you’re taking my fingers? Your greedy little pussy is swallowing them right in. I think you can take another."

His thumb slowly begins to add further to the stimulation, by rubbing your clit in tight, fast circles. And then the fourth finger splits you open with a squelching sound, before he thrusts them all in and out of you, curling them likes he’s beckoning to you and your legs begin to tremble wildly.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. Lo‘ak!” You cry out, lights flashing behind your eyelids, sobbing, trembling, and shaking apart in his arms as you come in thick, juicy spurts of slickness, soaking his palm and the inside of your own thighs.

"There you go, baby", Lo‘ak laughs, watching with half lidded eyes and a smug grin as you come undone on his lap. And the moment you fall limp in his arms, you find yourself agreeing to what he had told you earlier.

They may be freaky, but nobody has ever made you come the way he did with those hands.

"Comfortable?" Neteyam asks, half teasing and half honest concern.

He strokes his hands up your thighs, resting them on your hips, squeezing slightly.

"That’s a word for it", you huff, panting lightly behind your mask. There’s tension in your words, but not pain. Definitely not pain. This is something else.

Every shift Neteyam makes draws a quiet, soft moan from your lips, and you have to bite your bottom lip to keep yourself from making too much noise. Calming yourself with deep, even breaths, you allow your eyes to drift elsewhere.

You try to ignore the people around you equally the same way you try to put your whole focus on them, everything to blend out the feeling of being split apart by Neteyams thick cock.

He sits heavy in your lower abdomen, and you feel hot and full. He’s stretching your gummy walls as far as they can go to adjust to his ridiculous size.

Never before have you cursed the na‘vi’s clothing as much as you did in this moment. They’re skimpy, short and thin, the loincloths easy to pull aside and rearrange so nobody saw the way Neteyam lowered you onto his throbbing length and then kept you there, unmoving for hours on end.

In front of you, the metkayina were dancing around the fireplace, loud music was played while others ate and drank the night away, celebrating for whatever reason. You couldn’t remember, couldn’t focus enough to remember.

After a while, Neteyam jerks you out of your reverie by placing his chin onto your shoulder and whispering lowly, "Look who’s watching."

You follow his line of sight, to the opposite end of the gathering. Through the flames of the fire, your eyes met half lidded, ocean blue ones.

Ao’nung has a scowl on his face as he stares right back at you, and it sends a physical shiver down your spine. Subconsciously, you clench around the cock resting inside of you, squirming in his lap, which in return makes Neteyam grunt. He seems rather amused by the fact that Ao’nung’s watching, not at all possessive like he usually was when it came to his favorite little human, so he makes it a show to drag his tongue over your pulse point in a long, broad stroke, leaving a wet trail on your skin behind.

Still, Ao’nung watches. He shifts in his seat in what looked like a change of position, as if his own loincloth was growing significantly tighter by the second.

"I need water", you swallow dryly, cheeks burning up in red hot embarrassment.

"Oh, do you?" Neteyam grins, and you know by the mischievous tone in his voice that you probably shouldn’t have bought this up. "Then get it."

It’s right there, on the flat wooden surface that almost looks like a small table, just out of your reach.

"I– I can’t", you whisper. "The people, they’re going to… they will see."

"No they won’t. Most of them are drunk anyways, nobody‘s paying attention to us", Neteyam chuckles. "And the only one who is, already looks like he knows what’s going on."

You suck a breath in through your teeth as you ready yourself to move, glancing around to find everyone too busy in their own little conversations to even look at the foreign demon sitting in Neteyams lap.

It’s a tortuously slow drag as you pull up, snatching the drink right in front of you and quickly sinking back down. Neteyam groans, hands going tight on your hips, while you bite back a whimper.

It takes you several minutes to collect your breathing this time, while Neteyam forces his hands to loosen so your hips won’t be bruised later.

Before you can even lift up your mask to take a sip of water, your eyes fall on the now empty seat across the fire.

"Enjoyed the show?", Neteyam suddenly chirps, grinning wide and sharp toothed, just as you register the tall figure standing only mere inches next to the two of you.

You had to crane your neck all the way up to even look at his face, where the scowl had turned into a sly grin.

"We need to talk", he says, and even though his eyes are entirely fixed on yours, you’re sure he’s talking to Neteyam. That must be the case, because said omatikaya then chuckles, "Why don’t you take a seat? Sit with us."

Ao’nungs grin turns into something more dangerous, and his next words make your breath hitch in your throat as he sits down on the log to your left, his hand coming to rest on your upper thigh.

"Actually, I was hoping your tawtute could take a seat... and sit with me ."

Spider just isn’t a good multitasker. Never has been. 

When he can focus, he’s great –climbing, hunting, in bed . Especially in bed. He’s not one to brag, but years of fooling around with woman that are generally way taller than him gave him lots of practice with his hand or his mouth, and he loves to use it, can get women trembling and crying out in bliss before he even gets his cock out. He’s incredibly with his mouth actually.

Wants to use it now, except you’re doing this annoying thing where you take his cock so far down your throat that Spider temporarily forgets how to breathe. Well, maybe annoying isn’t quite the right word, but it does mean that his own mouth goes slack and his tongue stops moving entirely.

" Fuu-uuuuck , tanhì”, he groans, unable to do more than grind his face against your pussy. 

You’re nearly dripping, not just with arousal but with sweat too. The two of you are folded tightly around each other on the bed, you on top, straddling his head, and he laying flat below you, generating heat like a furnace.

Pulling your lips off of his cock with a wet pop, you then ask, "You need a break?"

Fuck no, he thinks. You had been teasing him forever, showering him in kisses and loves bites, sucking at his balls, and now that you’ve finally, finally started paying attention to his cock, Spider will do absolutely anything to keep you right there. 

However, all Spider manages to get out is a breathless sounding " Nope " and a weak thrust of his hips in the general direction of your face.

Luckily, you get the message quickly, but you also wriggle your hips and then prepare yourself to properly sit down on his mouth again. Spider opens up obediently, letting the little nub of pleasure between your folds slide over his tongue before closing his lips around it to suck. Humming happily, you immediately fix your own mouth back over his cocky, but only tongue him lightly while fondling his balls.

With a grunt, Spider gets to work, his tongue swirls in rhythmic patterns around your clit, sucking and kissing before he dips his tongue into your slick entrance.

Meanwhile, you tighten your lips, bobbing your head until he is steadily leaking pre-cum across your tongue. Even though you had laid off the hard suction, it’s still nearly impossible for Spider to concentrate on what his own mouth is doing.  He’s much more interested in what your mouth is doing. More specifically your tongue. More specifically the tip of your tongue, which is nudging beneath the head of his cock and then teasing the slit like you’re trying to see how little effort you need to use to drive him insane. 

Spider retaliates by sucking harder on your clit, gripping your hips and rocking you down against his face.

After a few minutes of that, you obviously think Spider must have it too easy, because without any warning, your hands reach down to gently knead his balls. Spider’s eyes cross and he groans, letting you find your own rhythm as you grind against his face because his tongue is fucking tired and because the wet, rhythmic squelching noise of his cock thrusting in and out of your mouth is something that has to be properly appreciated.

With one last slurp, you then pull your mouth away from his dick, face wet with spit and sweat and pre-cum. Time to up the stakes. 

He wraps his hands around the backs of your thighs, just beneath the swell of your ass, and tugs, getting your hips to curl in just enough so he can stick his tongue into you as far as he could reach. 

When Spider laps up all the sticky juices seeping out of you, you moan and the vibrations of it against his cock make his abs clench, pleasure fizzing in his gut. 

It inspires you to twist your wrist and stroke his length with your hand where you mouth can’t reach, until Spider has to stop what he’s doing to grit his teeth and keep from thrusting down your open throat. The tightening coil of tension in his lower belly means he hasn’t got long, so he redoubles his efforts, holding you open and licking into you ferociously.

Before long, though, the combination of your mouth and spit covered palms have him right on the knife edge, and he gives up on tormenting you with your tongue to lock his teeth around a generous mouthful of the ass in front of him. 

You squeak and sucks so hard on his cock that for one horrible second Spider is worried that it might actually come off, but then your hand twists and strokes upward in just the right angle that he literally explodes down your throat, shuddering helplessly as his dick pulses in the sublime wet heat of your mouth.

Apparently Spider must have zoned out pretty thoroughly after that, because you’re now flicking the head of his painfully oversensitive cock and groan, "Spider, focus ."

"Fucking told you", the man moans, burying his face back against your pussy. He’d made the multitasking thing very clear to you before this whole thing began, but whatever. 

You can’t help but giggle when Spider gently pushes you off of him. He shuffles around quickly, tossing you into position like a ragdoll, until you have your head at the foot of the bed and he’s laying down on his stomach between your thighs, looking entirely too pleased with himself as he licks his lips and dives back down to finish what he had started.

Now he can focus.

Neteyam has always been obsessed with you.

Obsessed with the way you keep up, how you make yourself fit in, how fast you learn. The way your fragile body climbs almost as high as any omatikaya can, how fast you can run with such short legs, how good of a hunter you’ve become during the months of his training. Obsessed with the way you carry yourself, like you’re one of the people, born here where your heart belongs. Obsessed with the way you treat others, sweet and kind and lovingly, always so caring.

And most of all, obsessed with the way your tiny little cunt can swallow his cock all the way down to the base, until a not so small bulge appears on your lower stomach, where your body struggles to make him fit.

Neteyam is obsessed with how stubborn you are, how your brows are knit together in concentration as you lower yourself onto his length. Another inch of him slides into you, your mouth slightly agape as you collect your breathing, and he can’t help but smile, with his eyes entirely fixed on the bulge of your tummy.

"I‘m so proud of you, little one", he says softly. His hand moves from your thigh to your stomach, his palm caressing the place where your body gives way to make room for his size. "It’s halfway in and you’re doing so well. Look how perfect you are. You really are made to take me."

A soft laugh leaves your parted lips, as a small droplet of sweat rolls down your temples. You‘d doubt that, but you’re not in the mood nor are you capable to argue with him over this right now. Besides, you already know Neteyam would never agree that you aren’t his perfect little human and that you weren’t actually made to take his cock in all of your holes. Those are facts not even eywa could convince him to let go off. So you let him. And maybe he’s right.

Bracing yourself with your arms on his chest, another inch of his never ending cock sinks into you. The slide is smooth and fluid, arousal and specific oils used as lubricants helping you take what you thought wasn’t even humanly possible.

"Such a good girl, so good for me", Neteyam coos, and his praise slowly begins to add to the warmth spreading in your belly.

Lifting yourself up, you let his cock drag over your soft, spongey inner walls until only the tip of him rests inside you. There’s little to no resistance once you lower yourself onto him again, and you push down, down, down, until your clit kisses his pubic bone and you’re flush with one another, fitting like two pieces of a puzzle.

You feel full. So incredibly full.

Instinctively, your own hands reach for your tummy, laying both of your soft palms over Neteyams bigger one to pet over the prominent bulge.

"Feel how deep inside you I am?", Neteyam smiles, "I‘m all the way up here, see?"

He then gently presses down where the tip of his cock is nestled inside you, and your eyes roll nearly all the way back into your head. A desperate little whimper escapes you, once his hands wander from your stomach to the backside of your thighs, where he lifts you up and slowly lowers you again. He repeats the same motion a couple of times, before his pace grows quicker.

"M-More, please", you whine, before your arms encircle his neck and you bury your face into the space of his shoulder.

"Can you take it?", he asks, half teasing and half of actual concern. Instead of a verbal response, you put some strength into your trembling thighs to take the lead for a few harsh thrusts, making him groan deeply as you bounce on his cock.

Yes, Neteyam is obsessed with you.

Obsessed with the way you can take his cock all the way down to the base. Obsessed with the way your body can adjust to his size so he can thrust into you without holding back. And he’s obsessed with the way you bring a grown Na’vi warrior and future olo’eyktan to his knees, by using your tight, delicate human body like you’re his personal little cock sleeve. He’s obsessed with the way you still manage to bounce on him like it’s nothing, even though your whole body is trembling with desperation and oversensitivity.

Neteyam is obsessed with you and it’s justified, because you got him wrapped around your pretty finger and there’s no place he’d rather be as buried deep in his favorite little human.

The river is bright translucent blue and free from any drinking animals or possible na‘vi that come by to bath for the time being.

It's a split second decision that has you clambering down the steep mountainside, hopeful you will get enough time without interruption. It's your first chance to try out your new possession.

It’s unnatural pink, cool and hard to the touch. You carefully take it out of the wrapping and turn it in your hands, fingertips tracing over the smooth surface until you feel a switch.

Laying it down on the closest rock, you quickly start to strip, before stepping into the water, the precious toy in your hand.

You eye your surroundings, one last check that it’s still safe and when there is nothing in view and no telltale sounds of danger– it probably isn't safe either way, but time is of the essence and today you need a little to yourself.

With a sigh, you plunge the toy into the waters, pressing the length against you so you can pretend it's a hard erection of a man that desires you, as you rock the dildo against yourself. Each movement rubs a little lower until the head is pushing against your opening, a tantalising firmness as you ease it inside gently, savouring the sensation of the smooth surface as it curves into you. The shape is perfect and you never thanked Norm more than in this very moment, for bringing a 3D printer back from the supply raid last week.

Your hand moves to trace circles around your breasts, patterns spiraling in to touch your hardening nipples. Your other hand holds the end of the dildo, pulling it out as much as you dare and thrusting it back in, the tip hitting the right spot exquisitely. It doesn’t take long for the pace to quicken, until there is no sound except your ragged breathing and—

"Sup‘, tanhì?"

" Jesus christ — Lo‘ak!"

The water splashes against your stomach in gentle waves as an entirely too tall Na‘vi lowers himself into the river. At this point, he’s invading your personal space likes he had practiced to track you down just to do this.

"What are you doing?", he asks, tilting his head as he scans you up and down. He seems amused by the way your cheeks have changed colors into an intense shade of red, while you desperately try to cover yourself up with your bare hands.

"I- I‘m taking a– a bath, can’t you see?"

"Hmh, yeah, no I don’t believe that", Lo’ak chuckles. To your absolute horror, he then points to the almost glowing bright pink thing beneath the waters surface, just poking out right between your thighs. "What’s that thing you have there? I saw you sneak it out of the labs."

He’s seems completely, utterly clueless to the human invention, which makes this whole moment so much worse.

" Nothing !" Okay, that came out suspiciously fast.

It’s curiosity that makes him do it, reach out between your thighs to grab it. Unfortunately, his fingertips brush against the little switch, and the toy stirs to life with a low buzz.

"Holy sh-it", you gasp, hands snapping to hold his wrist right there, and your eyes almost cross from the sheer intensity of the vibrations in your core. Lo‘aks own eyes widen drastically.

"What is that?", he chuckles with a firm hold on the base of the dildo, gently twisting his wrists just to see your reaction. Both of your hands claw to his arm, but you’re not pushing him away. Biting your lower lip, a soft moan still makes it to the surface and that’s when his interest is piqued.

"That’s– it’s a toy", you whimper under your breath, trying to explain the foreign thing to him. "It’s a… a human thing."

"A human thing, huh?", his lips curve into a mischievous grin. "Is it meant for pleasure or did you just decided to put it in—"

"It’s meant for it!" You quickly cut him off and Lo‘ak stifles a laugh.

But then he rotates the toy inside you, pressing a little deeper, angling up a little more, and you moan so shamelessly, with your knees buckling, that you have to hold onto him like a lifeline.

"How does it feel?" Lo‘ak asks, looking down at you, his face reflecting in the glass of your oxygen mask.

"G-Good…"

Lo‘ak slowly drags the toy out of your fluttering hole, just to push it back inside, quick and hard, making you choke on another moan.

"Yeah?", he asks, his other hand secure on your hip to keep you upright, "Is it big?"

He keeps pushing the toy in, filling you up, and then pulling it out, emptying you, over and over again, mindlessly enjoying the feeling of you trembling in his arms, moaning and gasping while the toys vibrations run through you like lightning.

"Just above the average", you manage to force out between heavy pants, squirming and clenching your thighs around his wrist.

"About the average, what?", Lo‘ak teases, "A human cock or… a Na’vi one?"

"Human", you gasp, and then he slips the toy out of you entirely, just to let it glide through your folds, the vibrations against your clit making your toes curl before he pushes it back inside. "Oh, f-fuck…"

"Hm, that’s unfortunate", he sighs, but the grin on his face doesn’t falter. If anything, his eyes only darken more, pupils blown wide as he stares down at you, licking his lips likes he’s starving and you’re the most delicious treat, served on silver plate just for him.

"W-Why?", you asks shakily, watching with half lidded eyes as Lo‘ak bends down so his lips are close enough to your ear that you can feel his hot breath on your skin.

"You’re trembling already and this thing isn’t even half the size of my cock", he chuckles lowly and your eyes widen. "Make a bigger one next time and if it fits, we’ll see if you can take me. I‘m better than those human toys anyways…"

Neteyam had trained himself to not want. For his whole life, he’s trained not to want anything, because the more he wants, the less he gets, so he has to practice not wanting. It's hard. But self-control has always been his strong point.

You however, can’t deal with not getting what you wanted. And Neteyam loves it. Loves it, because it makes you such an easy target of his teasing, of his mean little games.

"Please", you beg, voice hoarse and swollen lips parted as you pant. "Teyam, please."

Meanwhile Neteyam grins down at you, eyes twinkling pools of gold, several shades darker than normal. He is barely holding on to control at this stage, but he is grasping tightly to the last few threads, enjoying this game way too much.

He has brought you and also himself to the brink of an orgasm time and time again- how many times and for how long, neither of you could even take a fair guess at. And now he has you writhing and pleading beneath him. Just the way he likes it.

Neteyam bends his head down, nipping and sucking at your collarbone, adding another mark onto your skin, and you’re keening, wriggling away from him and pressing closer all at once. He keeps still though, a small chuckle rumbling in his chest, a chuckle that you feel rather than hear.

"Want to come", you whimper, "please! Please let me come…"

You’re helplessly pinned down by his weight, legs propped against his shoulders, both wrists caught above your head by his right hand. He rolls his hips again, a motion that is surprisingly fluid at this point, and you moan, head rolling from side to side as your hands twist in his grasp.

"Hmh, I love that sound", Neteyam hums in approval, "Love it when you beg for me, pretty girl. Can you do it again?"

You’re so close, so fucking close, has been for a long while now, and you really just need him to make you come. You whimper as he stills again, his cock twitching inside you, every little throb being picked up by over clocked nerve-endings.

"P-please, Teyam… not fair", you whine and pout, trying to form the words but not really getting there at all.

"Aw, tanhì", he teases, kissing you, tasting your desperation in every lap of your tongue against his own. "You’re so sweet like this."

Neteyam releases your hands as the kiss ends, slipping his own between your bodies instead to locate your clit with his fingertips.

"Fuuck, yes, yes please...", you purr, your body arching up against his touch. "Don’t- don’t stop. Please!"

"You want to come, hm?" Neteyam breathes in your ear, lips closing around the lobe, his hot breath on sensitive skin spreading goosebumps all over your body. "C’mon, beg for me."

"Pleaseeee, please. Please, Teyam", you whine, voice full of urgency, hips pushing up against him, desperate for friction.

Neteyam doesn't say anything more, his mouth moving to your jaw line, placing kisses along it as he starts thrusting, slowly at first, his fingertips moving over your clit at the same pace. Your little noises become unintelligible, rising in volume as he speeds up, hands clawing at his back. Your eyes flutter closed, and for a moment it feels like you’re falling, or maybe floating, weightless, clinging onto Neteyam like a lifeline.

"Pleasepleasepleaseple – oh f-fuck, yes! I‘m c-coming, coming, I‘m—"

"Hmh, there you go", Neteyam hums, watching with half lidded eyes how your own roll all the way back into your skull, and you’re choking on a moan. "Just like that, let go for me. Good girl, you’re such a good girl, aren’t you? Yes you are, tanhì. Fuck, just look at you coming on my cock. S‘fucking perfect."

Neteyam slurs the last part before he lets himself go as you tighten around him, the warmth of his cum flooding your insides sending more shivers through your body.

If you asked Neteyam where his favourite place was in the world, when there was no one around but him, no one to hear this filthy little confession, and he's possibly on a different continent than you, then he'd say that his favourite place in the entire world is being inside you.

But it's okay, as long it's just sex.

It's not like Neteyam actually likes you. It's not like he has to admit anything. He just likes the way you look, how beautiful you are, likes how completely vulnerable and shameless you are all at once. He likes that when he fucks you, it’s ruthless and with no mercy. Neither of you show remorse. Neteyam likes that hating you gets him hard, and you hating him gets you as wet as a flowing river.

So, yeah. Neteyam likes to be inside of you. But he definitely doesn’t like you .

He‘s pretty happy about where he is right now, not that he’s ever happy when you’re around. Usually it’s just headaches, gritting teeth and rolling eyes until they hurt. But when he has you on your hands and knees, cock buried deep inside you, his hand twisted in your hair, pulling enough to tilt your head so he can watch your face as he fucks into your tight little pussy, he’s strangely happy.


Neteyam grinds into you slowly, his movements in sharp contrast to the position you’re in. He doesn't want to rush this.

You’ve done this for a while now, months of fighting that at one point turned into fucking the frustration out of each other. But this is the first time he can actually watch you, in front of the big old mirror you’ve got from the human outpost.

And Neteyam is definitely not sentimental or anything, but seeing you like this is just another reminder of how good you look when you’re split open by his cock, how suddenly the words falling from your lips don’t cause his temples to throb and make him want to gag or throw you off a cliff, but they make his cock stir inside you and pull at the base of your tail to get him even deeper inside. It’s a completely new sight, because now he can see himself, can see how good the two of you look together, can see how well fucked out you are, pleased and content, obedient even –but only when you get a cock inside one of your needy little holes. Only when it’s his cock.

You’re impossibly warm and tight around him and it makes Neteyam want to touch you all over, he wants to use his hands to map your body, to trace the little bumps in your spine, the little hills and valleys of your back, he wants to touch each childhood scar, especially the ones he’s responsible for, and each stripe.

So he removes his hand from your hair and lets them both travel up your sides, memorising the curvature of your waist and then the way his fingers slot between your ribs as he pulls you up against him. With your back pressed up flush against Neteyams chest, you’re even tighter around him than before, making soft keening noises and shifting back onto his cock, wordlessly begging.

Neteyam starts a faster, steady rhythm of thrust, stifles his own groan in the crook of your neck before tracing his tongue along the shell of your ear, nipping your earlobe before whispering, "C’mon, paskalin, open your eyes. Look at yourself. I want you to see what a good girl you can be for me."

Immediately, your eyes snap open and meet Neteyam‘s in the mirror. He grins and then moves his hand across your chest, thumbs dancing over your nipples. Your eyes darken and your mouth hangs open in shallow little pants, so Neteyam does it again, adding more pressure and then rolling them between his thumb and forefinger and there it is, the whimper he's been waiting for.

"Fuck, why can’t you be like this all the time, huh? The only times when you’re not a pain in my ass is when I fuck that attitude out of you. Is that what you aim for? Needy little slut."

His hips start moving faster, revelling in the way your walls drag against him every time he pulls back and the way they clench around him on every inward thrust that brushes against your g-spot. His hand moves further down your stomach and between your thighs, fingers circling your clit, giving it a couple of teasing slaps in a way that has you twitching and your breath coming out in a hiss every time Neteyam does so.

His other hand is back in your hair, not quite tight enough to hurt but firm enough to hold you steady, make you unable to look away from your reflection as his cock pistons in and out of you. Neteyam presses his lips against your ear again and says in a voice that's completely wrecked, "You're so perfect. Look at you, you're all flushed and pretty and just beautiful, paskalin."

"I– f-fuck.. I hate you", you manage to grit out, but it sound more like a desperate, high-pitched whine than anything else and Neteyam just laughs.

"Oh, I hate you too", he chuckles, "I hate you so much."

You whine again, this time it’s a broken call of his name, a plea, and then his hand is wandering again, leaving your clit and touching the warm skin of thighs, squeezing it teasingly and he's watching the way your eyes track his movements hungrily through the mirror and the way you’re biting your lower lip.

Neteyam brings a hand up to brush his thumb against it and you don’t hesitate to flick your tongue out against his thumb before meeting his eyes again.

"Neteyam, please ", you whimper it like a prayer, and he couldn’t deny you anything even if he tried, so he takes your hand, guides it between your thighs and says, "Touch yourself for me. I want to watch."

As you do, Neteyam lowers his head, his eyes still entirely fixed on the mirror, and bites down gently on the soft skin between your neck and shoulder. His tongue flicks and sucks, leaves an angry bruise, and when he whispers " Mine " you nod in agreement.

They fuck in the same way that they fight.

"Come on, darlin’, give it to us!"

It’s a battle for the upper hand, to be better, hold on the longest, fuck the hardest, make you come the fastest.

"You’re being too rough. You really want fuck her brains out, huh?"

"And you’re too fuckin' soft, Corporal. Look how she’s drooling. Hah . Pretty girl likes to be ruined, don’t you?"

It’s a filthy rhythm they had set, various body fluids smearing between three tangled bodies. One of them, you don’t even know which of the two, thrusts in just as the other pulls out, which leaves you in a constant state of fullness, never empty for even a second. Once in a while though, when they’re feeling like working as a team for once in their life or maybe for the sake of old times, they thrust into you together– same time, different holes, and you gasp sharply.

"Fuuuck", Jake groans, throwing his head back in bliss, enjoying the incredible tightness of your body, He can feel Quaritch move inside of you, can feel his thrusts through the thin wall that’s separating them. "She‘s so fucking tight!"

"Damn right she is", Miles chuckles lowly into your ear, sharp teeth grazing your skin and you physically shiver– or you would, if there was any room to do so.

You don’t have a lot of space to move at all with how they're positioned, laying with your back against Quaritch’s chest, your legs spread wide and draped over his arms, while Jake stands right there between them. They’re filling you up, again, again, again, thrusting into your wet, sloppy heat with their throbbing cocks, stretching your holes wide on them.

And it’s messy, so messy.

You fast become dazed, only dimly aware of anything beyond the deep ache starting to form inside you, the event itself, and repeat.

You can’t even remember how many times you’ve come by now, but it must’ve been quite a few times, by the way your slick arousal squelches loudly whenever they thrust into you.

Quaritchs hands on the underside of your knees hold you in place as he suddenly starts to fuck you at a much deeper, rougher pace. That in return, makes Jake pick up the pace too. Then his hand, that had been holding your ankle up in the air, leaves so he can rub your poor, oversensitive clit. It feels just right, like the two of them know your body better than you do, know what you need, know the speed and the pressure that’s needed to make you fall apart.

For a while, all three of you are lost in the moment, world reduced to the slick slide of skin against skin, the obscene squelching sounds and the constant smack, smack, smack of skin against skin. For once, even Jake and Quaritch had stopped arguing over your head. They’re at a complete loss for words, reduced to low groans and grunts as they continue to ruin you.

Then they’re alternating their thrusts again, one of them always pressing in as the other withdraws, and every time one thrusts in they brush over your pleasure spot, leaving you sobbing and writhing on their cocks, clutching on Quaritch arms so hard it must hurt, chanting their names in between moans, hardly able to catch your breath.

"Doing so good, sweetheart, so good for me", Jake groans, his thumb still circling your clit. Your legs are twitching, tingles of electric shocking pleasure soaring through your nerves, leaving you a trembling, moaning mess between them.

"You like when Sully’s praising you, huh? Can feel you clenching, doll. Yeah, you like that don’t you?"

Words were entirely washed out of your system, your mind completely overtaken by the fullness of two cock sliding in and in and then all the way out just to slip back in, harder, tight body gripping and squeezing them.

"Fuck, I think she’s coming again!" Jakes chuckle sends a shiver down your spine, which makes you arch your back and push your hips forward to meet his thrust, chase the touch of his thumb on your clit. "Say please, baby. Want to hear you beg for it."

"Pl-ease, plea–ah!", you half sobbed, half slurred, with drool running down your chin as your eyes began to roll back into your head, "Fuck, oh fuck, m’coming! Plea- ah , please–"

Quaritchs hand is suddenly reaching around your middle, and then both of their fingers are greedily fighting for their place to rub over your slippery clit.

Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, with whiny little chants of yes yes yes yes , it bubbled up from low in your stomach to explode over every nerve in your body. You were just glad you couldn’t even hear yourself and what sounds you made as you writhed between the two of them, from all the blood rushing behind your ears, drowning out all sounds. All you could still register was the feeling of your throat becoming sore, shock waves radiated through your body, as you’re clamping down hard on the men inside you.

The first thing you hear after coming back to your senses, were both of them groaning deeply at the grip from your vice like channels. And then there’s this warm, sticky feeling inside your core, filling you up until it slowly seeped out around their cocks and dripped onto the floor below.

" Nghh – Oh eywa, sevin, I’m gonna..."

The words come out in a breathless rush as Ao’nung says them. He’s leaning against a rock down at the shore, looking down at you, who kneels in front of him, sliding his length out of your mouth in one long, smooth motion.

Pulling off, you gently support Ao’nungs cock at the base with one hand and stroke it with the other as it flexes and twitches.

"Calm, Nungy ", you purr, eyes determined and pleased before you flick your tongue whisper-light over his tip.

Ao’nung inhales long and shaky and exhales through slightly pursed lips. "Okay", he then says. "Keep going."

A few more gentle strokes of your fingers, then you take his cock down your throat in one go, lips and tongue making quiet wet sounds. Your other hand cups his balls deftly, kneading the tightened skin at the back with your fingers, and then you start to bob your head.

The way you do it looks practiced, almost relaxed, and it’s a a stark contrast to Ao’nungs. He’s curved slightly forward, abs flexed, thighs pushing outwards— his whole body a testament to the strain of teetering on the edge.

Your tongue flutters, before you draw it firmly up the underside of his cock, that’s now flushed a deep, almost painful-looking purple color, and close your lips to suckle on the head. Your thumb and forefinger circle the base, a hard grip to stave off Ao’nungs impending eruption, so close you can feel the vibration deep in his balls.

But then you pull off once more, a silvery line of spit dripping in a long line from his leaking tip, glistening as it catches the sunlight. Holding your grip at the base, you look up at him again.

A dismayed little grunt escapes Ao’nungs lips. "Please, sevin", he groans. "I need to come."

"Breathe", you reply with a teasing smirk, tightening the squeeze. "Just one more time, I promise it‘ll feel good. Deep breath, handsome, come on now. I thought you were good at this?"

He is. And so he nods, closing his eyes and taking in a tenuous, shaky breath that does nothing to calm the tension in him. He does it again, longer.

And again.

His eyes open.

"Okay", he says, and doesn’t manage any more than that.

"Good boy", you smile, then bend to lick and suck at his ball, place a little kiss on the underside of his cock while staring up at him with lidded eyes. This time when you take Ao’nung in again, you tilt your head and keep the eye contact, making sure he’s watching as you sink onto it.

You keep the suction constant, stroking your tongue up and down and drawing your mouth almost off before filling yourself up again.

Ao’nung can’t keep his hips still any longer, pulsing them needfully, fingers gripping white on the rock.

"Yeah, fuck", Ao’nung breathes. "Just like that, keep- keep going, fuck. Oh fuck—" and he breaks with a drawn out groan of relief, wracked with shudders, pumping stream after stream of hot cum into your mouth. You’re staying on, sucking, milking him, lips and tongue coaxing every shudder, every twitch until finally Ao’nung calms, emptied of pressure. Deflated.

His unstable laugh has you removing your hands to rest on his muscular thighs, a smug, indulgent smile curling your lips.

"Okay, I admit it", Ao’nung says after a few moments, once he’s gathered his wits about you again. "You were right. You give better head than Ak'tari."

"You see? It’s not all about how it looks", you say, smiling proudly.

Ao’nung laughs again. "It looked pretty good from up here, sevin."

"You know", you begin, taking Ao’nungs hand that he offered to help you stand up. "I’ve also been told that I ride better than her.”

Ao’nung cocks an eyebrow at this, his smirk turning sly as he asks, "you’re not talking about ilu’s, aren’t you?"

"Nope."

"Jake?" Your voice was soft, almost a whisper, like you were scared someone could hear you over the little device in his ear.

"Kid", Jake sighs heavily, stopping dead in his tracks. Securing his assault rifle behind his back, he reaches for the little button on his throat comm, "I thought I told you this line is for emergencies only!"

"It is an emergency…" You don’t sound hurt or distressed, he notes. If anything, you sound whiny. So whatever emergency it was that you thought you had, it probably wasn’t anything worth blocking the only line of communication he had with the rest of the war party.

"Oh, yeah?", he scoffs and the sound of it is enough to make goosebumps rise all over your body. "Doesn’t really sound like one to me."

But then you make a noise. A noise he was very familiar with. You were probably trying for a noncommittal sound of disagreement, but it came out much closer to a… a moan.

"Are you touching yourself?" Jake raises a brow, then glances over his shoulder to check if he was still alone.

"N-No! It’s just… it’s your voice. I like it when you lecture me…"

The silence on the other end is nearly deafening. When Jake doesn’t respond, you start to think that maybe you had actually gone too far this time. The hand between your thighs stops moving.

"Jake?"

"I bet you aren’t even doing it right", he then sighs once again, "You’re always in such a hurry. Never take your time."

A shy smile pulls at your lips, and then your hand moves again. Your fingers draw gentle circles around your clit, not really touching it yet, just teasing, and your breath hitches.

"I bet you never even touch your tits. You’re always in such a hurry, too desperate to pay them proper attention", Jake tsks.

"Hmh", you hum in agreement, a breathy little moan slipping out when your fingers actually brush over you clit.

"Why don’t you touch them for me now, baby girl? Roll them in your hand, maybe give your nipples a little tug. You know how I like to do it, right? Do it just like that."

Obedient as ever, your other hand rushes to your chest, palm closing tight around your left breast. You squeeze, gentle, thumb running over a nipple before tugging on the hardening nub. You gasp into your throat comm and Jake chuckles at the sound.

"Feels good, huh?"

"Yes. Fuck", you moan, fingers circling your clit faster, desperate even.

"Sounds like you already skipped the part where I tell you to touch your clit", he says, not sounding as disappointed as he intended to. "Needy little thing."

"J-Jake", you whimper softy and your voice quivers, and Jake can almost feel its breathiness in his ear, shivering warmly down his body. "m’so close! Oh–"

"Hmh, I can tell, baby. So beautiful, I love it when you make that sound." The words are wet, slurred, and you can practically see him stroking himself through his loincloth now, slow and luxurious, open-mouthed, tongue flicking over his wet lips.

Your fingers itch to push them past your clenching entrance, teasing your opening, dipping your fingertips inside, but then you withdraw them again.

"I‘m close, Jake. Help me, please. Need you to fuck me!"

There’s movement’s on the other end of the line, ruffling of clothes and then the sound of a wet tug and Jake fucking groans, low and shameless, directly into your ear.

"Christ, kid. Say that again."

"Fuck me", you chant, "Fuck me, fuck me please! Please!"

"Two fingers, push them in", Jake grunts, "C‘mon, wanna hear you how wet you are."

Again, you do as your told. The digits that had been teasing glide into you almost effortlessly, a wet squelching noise reaching his ears as you curl them up and thrust them in and out, the pace rapid and desperate. The smack, smack, smack of your palm meeting your slippery folds gets send straight to Jakes cock, making it throb as he fucks into the warmth of his fist.

"Oh, fuck", he half groans, half laughs– like he can’t believe how good you sound, "Fucking hell, baby, you’re gonna make me come!"

It's almost as good as having him here, you think, angling your leg up higher to repeatedly hit that special spot inside you. And even though almost isn't what you want, the grunt he lets out as he comes in his fist is enough to make you come hard, hips raising off the bed to push your fingers in deeper, gasping and moaning into the communication device around your neck.

There’s a long moment of silence, just the two of you panting heavily into each others ears before you hear the rustling of clothes being pulled back up. The small whimper that escapes your parted lips is what gives you away, just as you’re about to withdraw your fingers and push yourself into a sitting position.

"Don’t you dare pull those fingers out, you hear me?" Jake says, and all movements freeze, a tingle of excitement running up your spine as you listen to his orders. "Keep them in there, make sure you stretch yourself for me, yeah? I‘ll be home in 10."

"Yes, sir", you say, barely able to hide the smile in your voice.

It was funny, in a slightly irritating way, how he always managed to catch you when you were actually trying to get something done.

A quick fuck against the wall, a blowjob in the forest during a mission, getting bend over every damn surface in bridgehead city. A few nights ago he'd actually slipped into your bed. By some miracle, you'd both stayed quiet and when morning light filtered through the bars of the window, he was gone and your room neighbors and fellow recoms were none the wiser. You would've assumed it was a dream, if not for your dirty sheets and the little smirk he gave as he met you to the daily workout session with the other soldiers.

Tonight was no different.

The showers are quiet, save for the sound of running water, and by now you already know the gait of his footsteps, even without boots.

"Awful hard to get some alone time around here", you joke, as you continue to rinse your hair.

Quaritch chuckles darkly and it echoes around the rooms of the empty communal shower. "You wouldn't want it."

You don't bother refuting him, not even playfully. If the past weeks are any indication, he knows what you want and he's more than willing to deliver.

"You know, I have to have some way to deal with all this stress…" Skin meets skin as he wraps his arms around you, pressing himself against your back.

"Lucky for both of us, I usually handle it by fucking ." He emphasizes the last word with a sharp nip to the tip of your ear.

"Oh, s'that so, Colonel?", you giggle. Unsurprisingly, that's all it takes for your resolve to crumble. You push your ass back against his crotch, and his chuckle gets cuts off by a groan. "Fuck me, then", you whisper.

He growls his approval and you're so caught up in the way it vibrates through his chest that you don't notice his fingers slipping up the inside of your leg until it's too late. Another bite, this time on your shoulder, accompanies the quick thrust upward and you can't stifle a gasp as he curls his fingers inside of you.

"My good fuckin‘ girl”, he drawls, licking his way up your neck. "Always so wet and ready for me."

"How—", the words don't want to form. "How many—?"

"Fingers? Two…", he purrs the number, nosing at the soft skin over your pulse. "Think you can take me?"

Not trusting your voice, you answer with a frantic nod, hoping he's able to pick up on how much you just want to be slammed against the wall and fucked like an animal. Goddamn him for having the power to break you down so fast—

"You better pray we're the only ones who come in here tonight, cupcake."

He shoves you forward, laughing at the double entendre. You grin and catch yourself before you hit the wall. A second later, he's back on you, grinding his hips against your ass, pulling at the base of your tail to arch you back, rasping his tongue over your neck and jaw. He tilts your head up, to the side, meeting your lips in a rough kiss. A few seconds later, he's sliding into you and you're gasping into his mouth.

When he settles into a quick rhythm, you match it easily. Hungrily. Every thrust slams you into the wall, which only forces him deeper. You're both panting, sending whirls of steam spiraling through the humid air.

You know he'd never admit it, but it's clear from his movements how desperate he is for this. And that pride, that satisfaction, comes rushing through your core in waves of heat. He wants you.

You whine and his pace hitches, his grip on your hips tightening. Knowing without a doubt that you'll come if he comes, you push back against him. You want to look at him, to see the buildup, to see him lose control. You want to dig your nails into his back and wrap your legs around his hips and—

Quaritch bites down onto your shoulder again, his groan of pleasure rumbles through your body, both of you so close you can practically feel it; heat and tension pooling in the pit of your stomach, the broken jerks of his hips as he tries to maintain the rhythm, ragged breaths mingling with quiet cries.

And then it hits. He snarls, thrusting deep into you, holding you tight against him. The crescendo of heat within your body snaps, rushing in every direction, simultaneously paralyzing and weakening. You're moaning, your cheek against the wall, your hands fisted and white-knuckled.

You're not sure who moves first, or if either of you do, or if you just allow gravity to take you, but you find yourselves on the floor in a warm tangle of limp limbs. The water is still running above you, blanketing your bodies with heated mist.

"Good thing we're already here, huh?", Miles chuckles, the mischievous grin returning to his face. "Don't have to go far to get cleaned up."

You just hum, still feeling too heavy and hazy to do much more. The sound of the water makes you want to fall asleep right here, nice and warm. But the tiles are uncomfortably hard beneath your butt.

"C'mon, princess", he then sighs, "Up you go". Hoisting you to your feet, he can’t help but laugh when you stumble, legs still weak from the intensity of your orgasm. "Didn't fuck you that hard, did I?"

But all you have to offer is a lazy smile.

He mirrors it, pushing the wet hair out of your face. "Fair enough." His lips press against the space below your ear and when he pulls away, you see... something new in his eyes. You don't want to get your hopes up, but it looks like affection.

"How ‘bout you stay with me tonight?", he whispers lowly into your ear, giving a teasing nip to the soft lobe before he straightens up to properly look at you.

Your smile turns softer, but you don't let it drown out the mantra repeating in the back of your mind. Just the Colonel’s favorite toy , you remind yourself. Nothing more.

You’re on your knees, with your hands clawing the headboard of his bed, face buried into the pillow, ass up and gasping loudly as Quaritch fucks you. Anger and jealousy coiled tightly in him, pushing him to fuck you especially hard today.

"Oh, fuck, Miles, fuck, fuck, fuck—" Your voice cracks and you shudder as a particularly deep thrust hits just right, blinding you with a flash of painful pleasure.

Quaritch leans over and sets his teeth to the back of your neck– and then he bites . A whine trembles from your lips, and you’re certain he's leaving behind an imprint of his teeth.

"That’s one , for flirting with that damn science puke today", he says lowly. "So you know who you belong to." His cock slides in deep and slow, and then he bites you again, on your shoulder this time.

"And that’s two . For laughing in my face when I told you to knock it off. Goddamn brat", he growls. The next bite has no particular reason other than the purpose of being seen. Next is your throat, neck, shoulder, hips, thighs, breasts, arms, …

Thrust and bite, over and over and over, until you’re shaking, trembling, and could feel something build in your chest— a sob or a scream. It doesn't really matter as long as Miles keeps doing this, fucking you hard and fast and deep, biting you, claiming you as his .

You feel the pleasure-pain of every bite down to your core. You’re so wet, your clit is throbbing, and you want nothing more than to touch yourself, need to touch yourself, but you’re terrified of letting go of the headboard. It's the only thing anchoring you to your body as Quaritch fucks and bites, sharp-toothed and rhythmic.

"Please, please, fuck, Miles, please! I‘m sorry, I‘m— I won’t do it again! I‘m yours, only y-yours!"

Another bite, and your whole body tenses, arching under the recoms solid weight, a high-pitched, whiny sound being pulled from you as the pleasure pools incandescently, low in your belly, about to explode. You push back clumsily, needing him deeper, as deep as he can get, make him a part of you. Quaritch doesn’t respond, but he bites again, teeth harsher than ever.

It hurts, but it’s in the best way possible, and you can't hold back any more. You had to come, you were so desperate for it, so you let go of the headboard and—

" No ." Miles‘ voice is gravelly in your ear as he grabs your hand, twines your fingers together and pins your hand behind your back. "Not yet, cupcake. Didn’t think I would let you come this easily, after that stunt you pulled today, huh? Seems like my little slut completely forgot who’s in charge here." And then he rocks into you so quick and strong that you slide up the bed a bit. Miles braces you with a hand on your hip, holds you steady as he continues to pound into you.

While you’re moaning, panting and gasping, breath hitching, Quaritch just continues to fuck and bite you steadily, keeping your hand trapped. At some point, he starts to whisper into your ear, filthy things about how hot you look with your neck bruised and bite-marked, how he loves fucking you so hard, how much he loves the way you taste, how much he loves to discipline his favorite brat...

Sobbing, you shudder and twist and beg, your words pleasure-blurred into one long moan of want, " Pleasepleasepleaseplease —"

Finally relenting, Quaritch releases your hand and reaches between your thighs, giving a teasing slap to your clit before he runs his fingers over it in fast, tight circles, and then you’re gone, flung into your orgasm, crying out and shaking, shuddering and twitching like you’ve been struck by lightning. Chanting, thank you, sir, thank you, thank you, before your supporting arm gives way and you collaps to the bed, a delicious drowsiness settling over you.

In the distance you hear Miles frantic panting and his low groans of good girl, such a good girl, took it so well, look how fuckin' pretty you are, all marked up as mine , as he comes, and you let yourself drift away, warm and loved and tingling.

"Jesus Christ, Lo‘ak."

It’s muttered on a sharp exhale as Lo‘ak bends you over one of the desks in the labs.

He makes quick work of your skirt, hunching it over the swell of you ass, pulling your panties down to your ankles. Two fingers are pressed into your mouth and as you suck them wet, you can hear him whispering curses in Na’vi while pulling his own loincloth down enough to free his cock. He’s throbbing painfully, leaking pre-cum after being forced to spend hours watching you work, boss around the other scientists until they finally called it a day and left the two of you alone. The second the door closed behind Norms back, Lo‘ak was on you like an animal in heat.

“You’re so fuckin hot, mamas. In that skirt. Being all bossy and shit.” Lo‘ak pulls his fingers out of your mouth and unceremoniously pushes them deep inside your cunt, making you squeak at the sudden stretch. "If only they could see what a pathetic little slut you are for me. How much you enjoy being used like this. Smart girl loves getting her brain completely fucked out by a big na‘vi cock, am I right?"

You make a strangled gaspy noise when he expertly locates your g-spot and fucks you on his fingers so hard you almost come from this alone. The sound of Lo‘ak spitting into his palm is loud in the quiet labs. The groan he makes after he slicks himself up and pushes inside you is even louder.

"Say thank you, sir", he whispers lowly into your ear, and your response comes out as nothing more than a whimper. It earns you a rough smack, his hand big enough to cover your entire ass cheek with a print of his palm.

"T-Thank you", you gasp, "Fuck! Thank you, sir!"

"Hmh, that’s right, baby", he chuckles.

Lo‘aks thrusts are relentless and rough, and you find yourself on your tiptoes, fingers clawing at the edge of your desk, creaking underneath the sheer force of a grown Na‘vi pounding you against it. It’s entirely possible that your cervix will be bruised after this, considering how big he was compared to you and how hard he was slamming the tip of his cock against it on every single thrust.

When Lo‘ak wraps one arm around you and closes his fingers around your throat, pulling you back against his chest– You’re officially done. So fucking done. You almost bite through your bottom lip, a sob bubbling up your throat as your insides turn to liquid and pleasure melts out of you in a slick gush between your thighs.

"There you go, mamas. Show me how good it is, let go for me", Lo‘ak hums between what has turned from aggressive fucking into deep, lazy thrusts, long strokes to properly ride out your orgasm. "Good girl, you’re such a good girl."

The hand around your throat slowly loosens, yet he keeps it there to hold you upright. You’re still coming, with your eyes rolling back into your head and squeezing tight around his thick cock, while he plants soft kisses to your temple and along your jaw, lovingly nuzzling his nose against your cheek, until you fall slack in his arms.

Practice is over for the day. No one is here but him. And Neteyam got time enough for this. He deserves it.

He braces himself on a tree, head resting against his forearm, and his other hand goes between his legs, under the waistband of his loincloth and starts stroking. The aches and pains from today's lesson are gone already, but his body still remembers all the hits he took, how many times he fell of his tsurak, the way your hands felt as they adjusted his posture, his arms and hands.

You were a good karyu [teacher]. The best Neteyam has ever had, and maybe it's the expertise that makes this act, the quick, frantic motions of his hand on his cock, so necessary. You act like someone who's had lifetimes of training to learn the ways of the metkayina to the point of perfection. And you act like a woman for whom anything less than perfection is unacceptable. And it drives him insane. Insane, because Neteyam has always had a thing for being better , for discipline , but he never thought it would be like that .

The sound of a giggle hits him mid-stroke, and Neteyam inhales sharply, his eyes flying open, frantically looking around and wishing there was somewhere to hide.

"I—"

"—thought you were alone. Yes, I can see that", your lips curve into a grin. "That’s not what I meant when I told you to practice your breathing." Your eyes fall from his, to the way he desperately tries to cover himself with his hands.

"S-Shit, sorry, I- I’m sorry—"

"Don't be", you smile. Neteyams eyes widen as he watches you step closer, putting a hand on his hip and backing him against the tree.

He hisses softly when you swat his hands away and close your own, daintier one, around his shaft. Biting his lower lip, he groans, head falling back against the trunk as you begin to stroke his cock.

"So it’s true what I’ve heard. You are a mighty warrior, huh?" You murmur softly, hand moving with steady, certain efficiency. "It’s in your blood, you know? It isn't something you can control, even if you wanted to. Exercise stirs the blood of a warrior, and your body craves release. It’s normal."

No , Neteyam thinks, it's more than that. Actually, it’s because of you. But he isn't going to argue with the woman who's currently stroking his cock so damn good his knees go weak, and so he closes his eyes and parts his lips, giving you the words he knows you expects from him. "Oh, fuck. Please ..."

You lean forward, on your tiptoes to meet his height, and give his lower lip a teasing kitten lick, smiling mischievously. "Again", you whisper.

"Please", he begs.

"What a good numeyu [student] you are, so good for me", you purr into his ear and then twist your hand just right, as though you‘ve done this a thousand different times for a thousand different men and knows just the right move to make Neteyam come on command. Maybe you were right. Maybe he couldn't have stopped this even if he wanted to.

"Oh f-fuck, oh fuckfuckfuck ", he chants, his hips bucking forward to thrust into your soft hands, his forehead leaning against yours as he chases his orgasm. His release hits him like a wave crashing ashore, warm, sticky cum splattering against your stomach in thick ropes, and what didn’t make it far enough was now running down your wrist and dripping onto the sand below.

When you step away from him, Neteyam feels winded. He gets his eyes open and with a faint blush on his cheeks, he immediately glances away from you and that satisfied grin on your face.

"Nothing to be ashamed of", you giggle lightheartedly, even as you dip a finger into the cum that’s slowly running down to your navel and bring it up to your mouth. "But perhaps that's another lesson you haven't learned yet?"

No, Neteyam thinks again, watching as you lick your fingers clean of his seed so nothing goes to waste. But then he wonders what he'll get if the answer's yes, and this becomes another part of his training. Would you give him your hand that way after every lesson? Or would you want something from him in return? His hands, his mouth? Eywa knows he would give you anything you desired.

So he says nothing, and that’s all you needed to hear.

"Tomorrow, numeyu [student]", you tell him with a seductive wink and Neteyam can’t help the way his tail sways in anticipation. "We start with the first eclipse."

He grins, sharp canine poking out from under his lip, "Yes, ma’am."

All it takes is for you to tighten around him, the hot, sticky spurt of his cum from the previous round oozing out around Neteyams cock, and he’s done for.

Neteyam’s coming with a grunt and a snap of his hips that feels like it could break you in two. He fucks through it, little stuttering thrusts that drag the pleasure out, keep the current pulsing along his shattered nerves until he collapses, exhausted, tucking his face against your sweat-slick shoulder.

"Hmm love you so much", he tiredly mumbles, kissing the side of your neck as you slur vague agreement. He pushes a lazy hand through your hair, lifting it away to reach more of your neck, kissing and nipping languidly at your hairline. He's warm and blissed-out and really fucking comfortable, plastered to your chest, and he's happy to delay the moment when he'll have to move as long as you will let him.

Eventually he starts to soften, and the hand that's still trapped between your bodies where he had rubbed your clit earlier starts to go numb. Sighing, Neteyam presses a last kiss beneath your ear and then starts to lever himself up, but your sudden, almost desperate whine of " Noo " stops him.

"Tìyawn, what's wrong?", he asks, slightly concerned. Worming his hand free, he gently runs it up and down your side, caressing your skin in a soothing way.

"Nothing," you mumble as you shifts under him, trying to get more comfortable, rocking your hips a little and making him inhale a sharp breath. "Just…not yet", you whisper, "Don’t pull out just yet."

Neteyam huffs softly at this, then places a quick kiss to the corner of your mouth, "Yeah, okay." He then lays back down, with his head on your chest, and tries not to groan when your squirming makes his still sensitive dick twitch.

He obviously doesn't succeed, because you go still for a minute and then, almost casually, your hips roll up in a gentle thrust. Neteyams breath catches on a noise, and even he isn’t sure if it's pleasured or pained, nerve endings still flayed and raw-open, just too much.

Neteyam pushes himself up to one elbow, words forming on his lips, but they're lost on a ragged gasp as you hook an arm around his shoulders, legs tightening around his waist, before you roll over and pull him down with you. It’s a mess of limbs shortly before Neteyam finds himself laying flat down, with you on top of him, his cock still nestled inside you, while you’re tightening slow and deliberate all around his length.

" Oh - eywa", Neteyam rasps out, and then, " Fuck " when you squeeze him again. He looks up at you, dazed, to see your eyes are closed, bottom lip pinched between your teeth in concentration as you work some magical combination of muscles.

Your inner walls pull at his cock, clenching and relaxing in a rhythm that has him panting and writhing within moments.

"Tìyawn– oh shit – fuck, I can't, I can't—" Neteyam protests, even as he feels himself grind upwards, shuddering at the deliciously good hurt of all that pressure around his spent cock.

Your bottom lip slides free of your teeth seconds before a mischievous little grin appears, eyes fluttering open to search Neteyams face.

"Oh, I think you can", you purr, squeezing him on a hard spasm. Neteyam wants to deny it, but his cock‘s already half hard again, making a liar out of him.

"Fuck me, sayrìp", you pout. Neteyam blinks hazily, staring up at you, and your voice cracks, a needy whine creeping in. "C'mon, Teyam, fuck me."

"Already did", he tells you, but his hips are bucking up, just an inch, tentative little thrusts that punches the breath from both of your chests.

"Again", you plead, "Fuck me again."

Neteyam pushes himself up to both hands, spreads his thighs a little further and then thrusts up, again and again, a dozen tiny, careful thrusts, and he's rock hard now, almost all pleasure, just a faint shimmer of pain to make it that much sweeter.

You’re flushed and breathless, arms still locked around his neck, trying to pull him impossibly closer as you roll your hips on top of him. Neteyam sighs deeply.

Brushing his mouth against your ear, he then murmurs, "Tell me what you want, tìyawn."

"Did", you whine. "Want you to fuck me."

"Ask me", he tells you lowly.

"Will you please fuck me?"

Neteyam grins, whispers, "Beg me," and bites hard at your ear.

"Please!" You whimper, eyes squeezing shut as you arch and squirm. "Please, Teyam, please fuck me. Need more of you, need– fuck , everything, need you to fuck me please, please please–"

"You’re so cute when you’re needy, how can I ever resist you, huh?" Neteyam mumbles affectionately, shutting you up with a kiss, before he lays back down, puts his hands on your hips and then slams up into you so hard that he knows his hips will be bruised in the morning.

Despite the fact that you had already come in the past fifteen minutes, it doesn't take you very long to get close again. Neteyams come slicks the way as he pounds into you, letting you bounce on him like a rag doll, and it's so deliciously fucking hot and dirty that he can feel the pleasure tingle all the way to the ends of his fingers.

"Get your hand on your clit. Play with yourself, tìyawn. C‘mon, i thought you wanted it so bad?", he orders, groaning low when you do it immediately. Leaning back with a hand on his thigh and the other disappearing between yours, your dainty fingers begin rubbing tight circles over your throbbing clit. "Eywa, you’re so fucking pretty. You ready to come for me again, huh? I wanna see it. Show me. Show me how good it is."

That's all it takes. Neteyams hungry, heat-filled voice and half a dozen furious strokes, and you’re seizing and crying out, clenching around the cock that’s pistoling in and out of you like a jackhammer until he pumps you full of his cum for the third time that night. It’s not as much as it was in the first round, but it’s still enough to make you feel warm all over.

It's blindingly, deafeningly good, a pleasure that whites out his nerves, leaves him stunned and sensationless for a long moment before everything comes singing back. He's still not entirely sure his body's all in one piece, vision fractured and limbs leaden, when he hears your soft, exhausted voice.

"Teyaaam", you wriggle your hips with the biggest pout on your lips, and he’s shuddering out a small laugh, already sensing what you’re about to demand. "Please... again. "

He calls it " daddy’s special hole ", talks about it like it’s a priced possession, something for special occasions, before he starts with his fingers, opening you up slowly.

You’re tight, no doubt. Your face is buried into the pillows on your bed, moans muffled against the soft fabric, while he adds a second and then a third finger. They ease into your tight hole slowly, fluidly, thanks to the filthy mixture of spit and slick and lube.

It's not long, though, before you’re pushing back against his fingers, until you’re moaning, back arching, legs spreading wider. But then Quaritch pulls out, and you pant something that was probably very uncomplimentary.

"That's what my cock's going to feel like", he chuckles, "Only bigger, and harder. Think you can take that, cupcake?"

Your whiny whimper of " Yes, please !" is completely satisfying to his ears.

Quaritch goes slowly, stopping partway in to thrust in and out, nice and easy, let you get used to it.

When he finally pushes in all the way, a sob clumsily tumbles from your parted lips, followed by the most pornographic moan you’ve ever heard come out of yourself.

Miles groans at this, low and content, before he snatches your wrists where you held yourself open for him and pins them down onto your lower back. He pumps in and out at the same steady pace, while he holds your wrists for leverage. "That feel good, huh? You like daddy holding you down, fucking your tight little ass with my cock?"

"Uh-huh, feels good", you moan, soaking the pillow below your face in drool. "M-More, pl-ease, oh fuck."

"Yeah, I knew you wanted to be fucked hard," he chuckles. "What a good fucking girl, my needy little slut."

Your moans soon become cries, deep and staccato, like you’re trying to bite them back but they escape anyway, punched out of you in harsh thrusts. Quaritch tightens his grip on your wrists and bends over you, whispers, "I bet you can come from this, just from my cock in your pretty ass, don't even need to be touched. You going to come for me like this, all stretched out on my cock, huh?"

"Please—"

"Please what? Please give it to you harder?" He props himself up, his weight on his hands next to your head, and then thrusts into you fast and rough, again and again, until you’re coming, head thrown back, hands fisted in the sheets. Your cries are hoarse, not a word, just an exclamation of intense pleasure that subsides into moans as the aftershocks roll through you, clamping so hard around his cock that he follows right after.

Pulling out of you just in time, Miles furiously strokes a hand over his cock, fucking into his fist for nothing more than a couple of seconds before he comes with a groan, and thick spurts of his cum land right there on those cute little dimples where your back meets the curve of your ass.

"Breathe, kid."

Jakes whisper sends a shudder down your spine as you arch into him, back rising off the ground, legs tightening around his waist.

"So good, doing so good for me. Just a little more…"

He’s leaning his weight onto his forearm, careful not to crush you, one hand tangled into your hair, at the back of your head so you’re comfortable on the hard ground, while the other has a secure hold on the soft flesh of your thigh.

And then he finally pushes his hips forward. There’s some resistance at first and you squeeze your eyes shut, sucking in a sharp breath through clenched teeth.

"Relax, sweetheart", Jake coos into your ear, kissing a path from your jaw to your mouth. "Loosen up a little, yeah? Just like that, good girl, that’s it. Just relax, I’ll take care of you."

Exhaling a shaky breath, you feel some of the tension in your core melting away, but instead it’s replaced by a feeling of fullness as Jake slides further into you. He’s so big, it feels like it’s never ending.

"You’re so tight", he breathes against your ear, groaning lowly. "Jesus, baby. You feel so good around me, squeezing me like that."

"Jake", you whimper his name, a plea for something.

"What is it, hm? What’s wrong, baby girl?"

You can’t help but squirm a little when he repeatedly kisses your collarbone and nips on your shoulder, clenching harder around the throbbing cock inside of you, which in return makes him moan.

"Want me to move?" He sounds just as desperate as you felt.

However, a weak little, "Uh-huh", is all you manage to force out between heavy pants. But Jake only grinds against you, the tip of his cock nudging against your cervix and your toes curl behind his back.

"Words, kid. I need words."

"Yes, yes please –", you whine, trembling fingers reaching out to claw at his back, "I need you to move. I‘m ready, just please…"

With a grin, Jake pulls out of you. All the way, until only the very tip of his cock is still nestled inside of you. And then he plunges his hips forward, thrusting into you with a loud smack that makes you cry out.

"Attagirl", he chuckles, "Told ya it’ll feel good, right? Perfect fit, like this pussy was made just fr’me." And then he sets his pace, aiming to fuck little chants of his name out of you with every thrust, until his name is all your fucked-out little brain can still remember and you’re falling apart in his arms, with soft coos and praises being whispered into your ear. "That’s it. There you go, my sweet girl… love you so fuckin' much."

Sometimes you wished your olo’eyktan didn’t talk the way he did, every word shooting down to your core and making you impossibly wet. As his second in command, it made hunting and war meetings awkward, when Jake would phrase something a certain way, or bark an order, and you instinctively had to press your thighs together. Not that anyone noticed, but Jake certainly did, and then you would have to deal with his smug smirk for the rest of the day and really, who wanted that?

Not that you really minded, of course. Not even when he went over to you after yet another successful raid and rubbed a hand over the small of your back, like he was proud of you. " Good job, kid ", he said softly and your hands clenched tightly around your bow, avoiding his gaze and the mischievous smirk that completely went over everyone’s head. "Meet me after eclipse. We have to discuss tomorrow’s raid."

"Yes, sir" , you told him without hesitation.

And "yes, sir", you said, when he ordered you to undress then.

Now, one finger circled your entrance, teasing, careful, and you couldn’t help the way your body jerked as you felt a wet, warm mouth on your nipple, licking the nub before releasing it, blowing cool air across it as the finger slipped in, just the tip.

"Mmh, you’re always such a good girl for me. So obedient for your olo’eyktan."

The finger at your entrance pulled out and then pushed back in, deeper this time, and you moaned, hypersensitive after nearly half an hour of teasing. "You’re greedy for my fingers, for my cock, aren’t you? My cute little slut." Jake tsked and then pressed his finger the rest of the way in, curving until it slid across a soft spongy spot inside you, causing whimpers of pleasure to escape your tightly-clenched mouth.

A second finger was then added, slowly starting to scissor you open. "Wanna know what I want to do to you, hmm? Want to know what I was thinking about all day, what got me so hard I couldn’t even concentrate on anything but you ", Jake chuckled, low and throaty, and you felt yourself clench around his digits, a conditioned response. "Thought about tying you down, fucking you senseless, like you’re my personal little fleshlight. Not that you know what that is, huh?" He chuckled, punctuating his words with thrusts of his skilled fingers, and your hips wiggle, seeking more. Then the fingers were gone, and Jake was moving, his head down by your hips, his warm tongue licking a board stripe on the inside of your thigh, all the way up, sending shivers of electricity up and down your body.

"Or I could fuck you with my tongue just like this, eat you out like the little peach you are." Teasingly, Jake pressed a tender kiss right there to your clit, sucking gently just to make your hips jerk.

"Oh f-fuck, yes, Jake, please", you whimpered, attempting to buck your cunt further against his warm, talented tongue. But Jake lifted his head, and you keened, a choked-off sob escaping your throat as his tongue was replaced by two of his fingers.

“I don’t think so. I think I’ll rather watch tonight. Watch how I play with you, and then watch how you play with yourself.” He hums, grinning, while his other arm presses your hips down to stop you from squirming. “Someday, kid, someday I’m going to tie you down, and fuck your face, fuck your pretty little face, and you all you can do is take it, before I’ll come down your throat. Would you like that?” You let out a muffled noise as his thumb brushes over your throbbing clit.

"Yes", you breathe out, voice thick with arousal.

Jake then starts to thrust his fingers into you, slow and languid, just enough to take the edge off but not enough to make you come. "Maybe I’ll press you against the wall tomorrow, fuck you nice and deep, just how you deserve. But not enough to make you come, just enough to get you close, to the edge." Your eyes closed, more soft moans and whimpers falling from your lips, but then Jakes fingers stopped. Slowly, your eyes fluttered open, meeting his, just a thin ring of yellow around the wide-blown pupil.

The moment your eyes connect, he starts moving again, his hand teasingly slow at times, hard at others. "Then I’ll take you to bed. You like your olo’eyktan’s bed, don’t you, princess? I can push you down and eat you out, use my tongue to get your tight pussy ready for my cock." It was intoxicating, the eye contact. Jake was hungry, taking in every little twitch of your facial expressions. He looked almost like he wanted to devour you, wanted to keep you and never let go.

The thrusts of his fingers were getting faster now, curled upwards, while simultaneously circling your clit with his thumb. It was getting harder and harder to keep your eyes open, but you did, kept them on Jakes face. Your hips were stuttering, as you sought to increase friction, take his fingers in deeper, moans melding together until you didn’t know when one started and the other began. "You look so good like this", Jake told you, low and seductive. "And when you’re ready for my cock, I’ll fuck you -fast and quick, just the way you like it. You like being used, cheap and dirty, like the little slut you are, am I right?"

You couldn’t do much more than moan in place of a verbal response, feeling your orgasm start to gather in your belly, feeling your velvety-like walls start to tighten up around his digits. You were close, so close, and Jakes speed only increased.

"So close to coming, aren’t you? Hmh, and then I’ll fill you up with my cum, nice and warm and so full of it. You’d like that too, wouldn’t you? Gonna pump you so full of it, it’ll leak out for days. I want you to feel me, every time you see your olo’eyktan, I want you to feel my cum running down your thighs, remember that you‘re my personal cock sleeve." Your breath hitched.

"And after that, maybe I’ll make you choose, let you pick where you want to come", Jake chuckled lowly into your ear. "My mouth, my fingers or my cock. Or maybe all three? Think you could take it? Yeah, I think you can. You’re just my good girl, aren’t you? My perfect little slut. I‘ll make you cream all over my body, would even let you ride my thigh just to satisfy that greedy pussy. Oh, look at you, so close, huh? You want to come? C‘mon kid, let it all out, you deserve it."

And by eywa did you let it out, your mind going blank as you moaned, loud and wanton, while a gush of slick soaked Jakes hand and the sheets below.

When you finally came to, you were panting, watching the way he slowly pulled his dripping fingers out of you, just to pop them into his mouth, licking them clean with a content hum. Despite the haze fogging your brain and slowing all thoughts, a deep blush still crept over your cheeks, and all the way up to the tip of your ears at the obscene sight.

Jake chuckled at this, pressing a kiss to your lips. You make a sleepy, contented noise, sounding almost like a purr.

"You’re so fucking pretty like that, all wrung out and well-fucked", he grins, then leans back to properly look at you.

"You know what? I don’t think I can’t wait until tomorrow."

"Show me how humans do it. How you like it", you said, meaning to make it sound like this was for an educational purpose, but Spider had gotten this look in his eyes as he gave you a lazy grin and said, "Okay", yanking his loincloth off like being naked is the most natural thing to him. Like you’re the strange human that can’t bear a little skin and he’s the Na’vi. And then he sat down naked against a moss covered log, sprawled out like he owns the place, his dick hard against his stomach.

"Kinda like this", he begins to explain.

He doesn’t look embarrassed, you think, shifting in your seat, cross-legged with your back against a tree and still fully dressed. But somehow you’re the awkward one.

Your heart is beating too fast, your tail nervously thumping against the soft ground and this is all wrong. You shouldn’t fool around with a human, a demon, should’ve stayed curious and not ask him about the sky people’s biology which ultimately lead to questions about his dick and if it was retractable too and then somehow, eywa knows how, to you asking him to jerk off in front of you so you could watch. Your natural curiosity be dammed!

Spider shouldn’t be on display, way over there, sliding a hand down his bare stomach, over painted on stripes, to curl around the base of his cock. He shouldn’t be making you watch the way he rubs his thumb over the crown, the way his hips hitch into his fist and his face creases in a moment of pleasure.

You shift again, trying to get comfortable, and Spider smirks at you. There’s heat spreading in your core, an ache under your loincloth, and you untangle your legs to spread them, running a hand over the thin fabric between your thighs just to take the edge off. Spider watches, then gives his dick a squeeze from root to tip, arching his neck, and you can see the light gleam off a bead of pre-cum leaking from his slit. You swallow hard, dainty fingertips rubbing over the outline of your clit slowly.

"I like it slow", Spider says, huffing a little, and you’re not entirely sure if he was talking about himself or you, because his eyes are completely fixed on the way your run your fingers over your clothed cunt. "At first", he adds, then tugs at his cock, like he has a million years and you aren’t absolutely dying over here. He rolls his balls gently between his fingers with his other hand, pulls down slowly and lets a moan slip out.

You embarrass yourself a little by echoing it, but his cock seems to jump in sympathy. Then he jerks it a little faster, and you can’t help but pull your loincloth to the side, to insert two slender digits into your seeping entrance. Spider shivers at the sight.

"I like having my cock sucked", he says ever so nonchalantly, "like it when it’s messy, so—“ and then he sticks his tongue out and let’s spit fall onto his palm, before closing it around his shaft, coating it in the clear liquid. He’s rocking into the pleasure, just a little, and then works his fingers over the head of his dick, feeling it leak and pulse, and you nod. You’re listening.

"Fuck, that’s it”, Spider sighs, and he spreads his knees farther apart. His balls hang heavy and full between his thighs, and his dick - not retractable, by the way - is standing up big and hard from his fist, and your mouth is watering. You swallow again, rolling your hips up into your hand to try and get your fingers deeper inside, curling them a little higher and then you moan, loud.

"You good?", Spider chuckles, but there’s a strain in his voice, like he’s trying to sound calm and collected, but he’s not. Not by the pace he’s stroking his cock right now.

"Spider", you whimper, but you actually meant to say, this is crazy, just get over here and fuck me, but you kind of trailed off and whimpered instead. Your face is hot and you can feel sweat running down your spine, and your poor little clit is throbbing with your own heartbeat.

Spider’s hand is working faster and faster, slick with pre-cum and spit, sliding smoothly up and down his thick shaft. Every other stroke ends with a little twist of his fingers that rubs the underside of his cockhead, and he licks his lips as he stares at you, eyes open, gaze intent.

You can’t stand it any longer, the waiting, the watching, the wanting, and you can barely catch your breath.

"You’re gonna come, huh?", he chuckles, throwing his head back for a brief second, exhaling shakily, before he looks back at you again. "Yeah, and then I like– oh, fuck – I like it just fast and hard at the end, I like to, to fuck my fist, imagine it’s a pretty na‘vi girl sucking me off. Or bouncing on my cock. Fuck, you look good baby, gettin’ off on watching me."

"I’m not–", you start to say, but that’s stupid, because you totally are, and you’re so close it physically hurts to hold it back.

"Shit", he groans, his hand a blur, his face creasing in concentration, "I’m gonna come, oh fuck, I’m gonna–"

"Hmh, me t-too", you nod, rubbing your clit frantically. "Yes, fuck– ohh, fucking hell", Spider chants, fuck, fuck, fuck and then he comes.

You love the way his pink cock swells up hard and massive, the thick, sloppy spurts of cum, and the noises he makes as he kicks his hips up and shoots all over his belly, working himself through it with one hand still jacking his cock and the other clamped tightly around his own leg. His thighs work as he fucks his fist, muscles bunching, his abs rippling, and your own orgasm hits you like lightning shooting down your spine, soaking right through your loincloth, shuddering helplessly as you hump your palm, wriggling your fingers against your clit.

It takes an awful while for you to catch your breath after that, and while your gaze still seems unfocused and hazy, Spider already cocks his brow at you, proudly displaying his stamina as he gives a lazy stroke to his cum slicked and already half hard dick.

"Now that this question is out of the way", he starts, his lips parting into a sharp grin, "do you want me to show you how we humans fuck ?"

It’s not fair.

Not fair to be an omega, not fair to feel that familiar heat creeping up underneath your skin in the middle of nowhere and its certainly not fair that the person you despite the most seems to be the only one around in over a miles radius, just as your heat hits you at full force.

But his hands are like salve to the burning of your skin, smooth and cool as they slide up your chest, cradle at the back of your head and pull you into a hungry kiss.

It must be the influence of your sweet, delicious scent on him, but Neteyam has the sudden urge to mark you, to see the bruise of his fingers on your hips, the imprint of his teeth on your shoulder, your neck, your breasts.

You hold his gaze for a moment. It's almost the expression he sees daily on you. The heat is there, and the hate, but this is different. Now there’s something else in your eyes too. Need. Want . And you’re begging, you never begged for anything, but you’re begging now and fucking shit – it’s for his knot , of all things, and then his brain is also shouting, screaming at him to mate, mate, mate — and fuck !

He forces you to turn around, roughly, because he can't handle this needy expression on your face, can’t handle how fucking good you suddenly smell, how beautiful you are if you’re not getting on his last nerves for once. And it’s not fair of you to– to trigger his rut when he was so close to winning this fight, this stupid argument that almost turned physical if it weren’t for this smell, this tooth rotting sweet smell that suddenly invaded all of his senses to the point he couldn’t even think straight anymore.

You struggle briefly, but it's the kind of struggle where you're both ultimately aiming for the same goal, before he pushes his cock into you in one fluid thrust.

"O-Ohh, fuck. Slow down, you sxkawng", you groan, hands clawing at the soft grass beneath your palms.

"Not my fault you smell so damn delicious", Neteyam grunts between gritted teeth. "And weren’t you just begging for this?"

He squeezes your hips hard enough to make you cry out, and then he bends forward and bites at the back of your neck.

Mine, mine, mine, he thinks.

You’re tight and slick and make those wounded, punched out little noises on each of his thrusts, and he knows this isn't him. This isn’t you. He shouldn't like this so much, shouldn’t enjoy rutting into you like an animal as much as he does. Shouldn’t want you the way he does, the way he secretly always had, even without his rut and without your heat.

Neteyam can tell by the way your back arches against him, how your tail wraps around his thigh to pull him deeper in, that you want this just as much. You’re moaning, oh , so loud and shameless that it makes his cock throb inside you. There’s so much slick oozing out of you and around his length, smearing between your bodies, it drives him insane. Neteyam can feel his knot swell and he doesn’t even fight it. He wants to, eywa he wants to knot you so bad.

"F-Fuck, c‘mon", you whine, pushing back against him and for a moment he considers if you are the one that’s slowly turning insane. "Give it to me, please! Fucking please, need it so bad!"

"You want my knot, huh?", he grits out, thrusting into you faster, harder. "Want me to pump you full of my cum, stuff you so full, and then give you my knot so it can’t leak out? Yeah? That what you want?"

You’re nodding frantically, because all words seem to fail you. It’s almost frustrating how good you feel. It’s like you’re made for this– for him .

"Gonna get you pregnant", he whispers, but it doesn’t sound like something he would regret. In all honesty, it sounds pretty fucking good to him in this moment. "Knock you up, make you my pretty little wife, all round with my child. How’s that sound, hm? Maybe that will finally make you loose that attitude."

Neteyam feels your walls squeeze around his cock, feels your hand bully itself between your thighs to rub your neglected clit, chanting, please, please, please, yes, do it, please !

And that’s when he realizes that it wasn’t just the mindless need for release, that burning heat inside that was driving him, but also that he actually wanted, needed , to take what was offered. You . He wanted you. Always had been.

Neteyam had to claw at your hips as you came around him and bite back everything he wanted to say, like breed, claim , and mine in this shared euphoria. Every insistent rock of your hips against his cock caused him to growl in a deeper and deeper pitch.

Your walls still flexed around him, and Neteyam tried not to lose his mind at the feel of it. Balls uncomfortably heavy with the need to knot, he almost thought he could make it last, but all it took was your broken, whiny, " Please, Neteyam" , to have him pull you up against his chest and into a rough kiss, as his knot pushed and then swelled inside you.

"You’re mine, kalin", he whispers against your lips, his brows knitted together tightly as his cum filled you up, spreading warmth in your core, and you find yourself agreeing to him. You are his. Always had been.