Whispers of the wind 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞Neteyamxfemaleoc
Summary- Salacia is the oldest daughter of Tonowari and Ronal, younger sister of Ao’nung and older sister of Tsireya. She has never taken to anyone; preferring Eywa’s company to her own kind, barely ever wearing an expression beyond cold silence.
Which is why it came as such a surprise when she reciprocated Toruk Makto’s oldest son’s smile when her eyes met his on the beach that day.
(Both Salacia and neteyam are 18!!)
Warnings-, smut, fluff, Ao’nung, Rotxo
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The wind whispered to her as she sat atop the ilu by the three brothers island chain, her hand gently skimmed the water when she felt the tides change urging her to go.
Never ignoring a sign of Eywa she clicked her tongue signalling for the ilu to go. They were 100 meters away before the surface rippled from where they had been as a Nalutsa surfaced sending an aftershock of soft waves towards them.
She calmed her ilu before they were both effortlessly gliding through the water, Salacia embraced the way the underwater world moved around her in an array of colours.
She felt the great mother smiling down on her and sensed how the sea had stilled when they reached the borders of her home.
When she surfaced-from what she could see, a large group had formed on the golden sands. An aura of intrigue surrounding them and their commotion. She cringed slightly at the sound of a beast she did not recognise; it’s shrill slicing through the air.
Pushing forward they entered the reef. She slid off the ilu and waded through the turquoise waters that echoed the colour of her skin.
Her soaked hair remained in midnight waves as she let it sit behind her, reaching her mid back. When she reached the outskirts of the crowd, she wove her way through- her silence allowing her to go unnoticed as she appeared beside her sister.
The only hint of surprise was the flicker in her eyes, like a snuffed out candle who’s flame had been bright moments before-it was gone.
What were forest Na’vi doing here? She observed them with vague interest. They were so…different.
She observed her brother and his tag-along friend, Rotxo taunting two of them. Her attention snagged on the oldest one who was already looking at her. How had he noticed her when most didn’t?
Her silence was often like a blanket of shadows allowing her to pass through spaces unbothered.
His lips turned upward in a soft smile, something that ignited a foreign feeling in her. She found herself coping his gesture just as Ao’nung nudged Rotxo and made an allude joke about the strangely pleasant Na’vi.
She scowled in her brother’s direction and as if he could feel her glare raking claws down his spine, he turned to face her. She arched a brow-bone at his teasing as Tsireya clipped him around the ear.
She looked towards the Na’vi man- Toruk Makto, and assessed him. He had eywa’s favour despite the demons blood he possessed. Born of the sky people but became one of her kind. Transferred into this body by Eywa herself.
She went back to look at his oldest son but found him already looking at her, intrigue written all over his face before a roar shot through the air stilling him.
Her parents, she knew it was them arriving on skimwings as his eyes widened in the direction above them.
She watched his parents stiffen as her parents arrived and greeted one another. For Toruk Makto he looked absolutely exhausted. He was here to protect his family. She could sense that much.
Her mother stalked around them, assessing them. She grabbed one of their tails- a girl’s. Possibly a year or two younger. Something about her reminded Salacia of herself- yet also foreign. Demon blooded, her mother had called the girl.
She watched her mother as her father waited for Ronal’s answer, the deciding answer. They had come so far to escape the sky people, demons. And now they were at the brink of being turned away.
Her mother spoke about Eywa turning her back on them, but Salacia knew she hadn’t. Not as she gazed at Jake Sully, Neytiri and their children.
It was silent as everyone waited, only the wind could be heard whispering in her ear. Her mother
Then she turned to Salacia. She nodded at her and so Salacia began walking around these newcomers. She wanted her opinion, as not only Tsahìk in training but also as something else.
Ronal always believed that her eldest daughter was a gift from Eywa in ways her siblings weren’t. Ronal didn’t think that she was born of Tonowari but believed when they had trouble conceiving Eywa blessed them with her.
Her eyes were pale, so pale they didn’t even seem blue but rather white. Her relationship with Eywa was like a heartbeat mirroring her own. She could feel Eywa with every breath she took.
She walked past the two brothers who stiffened at her presence like she was a predator and they were prey. She observed their strange tails, very useless in water.
She next walked around to the girl and stopped in front of her, holding out a hand the girl scrunched up her face but hesitantly reached out her hand.
Salacia took it in her own and gently felt down her palm, each of her fingers then to her wrist. Their limbs were thin, useless in swimming as efficiently as her people. But they would learn.
She let go of the girls hand, she was a blessing of Eywa but Salacia wasn’t sure just how far that connection went with the great mother. Whether she knew.
Finally walking to Jake sully and Neytiri, whom both dipped their heads at her. A little girl in jake’s arms stared at her-particularly her eyes- with young curiosity. She met Jake’s eyes and tilted her head.
“You are a long way from home Jake Sully,” she said in a voice that might very well have been compared to the feeling of a warm sun, the view of a clear eclipse, the scent of freshly bloomed flowers that grew in the mangroves deep into the island.
She knew that he was aware she didn’t mean the forest where the Omaticayan dwelled. He dipped his head “I am, but I am here now to protect my family,” he stated clearly, his eyes almost pleading hers.
She glanced at them, his family, and then to the sky. The sun was bright and warm, the sea calm.
Eywa smiled upon this family, she did not frown upon this but blessed their arrival as good omens.
She finally turned to her mother at last and slowly dipped her head in approval of their presence, her mother then nodded at her father who declared that they were to stay.
She went to disappear into the crowds again before she heard her father say “my son and daughters will show your children our ways,”
Salacia went to protest but found herself looking at him again, the one who’s name she didn’t even know. Her sister seemed chipper at the fact as she hastily volunteered to show them to their new home.
She disappeared into the crowd out of the boys sight and slipped back into the water until she was far enough to resurface and observe them without anyone disrupting her peace.
She watched him look around the crowd, knew it was her he was looking for. But he would not find her, no one did.
When it was time for their lesson, Salacia against her better judgment decided to go with Tsireya to get them. When they reached their home Salacia gave a small nod of greeting to all of them.
“Hey I just wanted to say thank you for letting us stay,” Jake said to her.
“That wasn’t me, I was just conveying Eywa’s will,” Salacia said before adding “my father wishes to see you on the beach”
He nodded his thanks and exchanged a look with Neytiri before leaving.
She turned towards the boy “I am salacia,” she said tilting her head to look at him.
“Neteyam and my brother is Lo’ak,” he smiled. His smile made her feel warm inside as his eyes held hers.
She turned to her sister who then said “Follow us,” before diving into the water. She quickly followed her sister leaving them to stare into the water after her.
Their dives were not graceful like hers and Tsireya’s. They were sloppy and chaotic. She and Ao’nung rolled their eyes earning a glare from Tsireya.
Keeping her smile hidden she swam ahead through the schools of fish, amongst the corals and kelp which littered the sea bed like an underwater forest.
She turned on her back to see neteyam and lo’ak swimming with their limbs sprawling out in front of them. She looked over at kiri who was completely immersed by the world underwater, her eyes were wide and mouth wide as she gaped at the fish around her.
Her, Tsireya and Ao’nung only got so far before they realised the others weren’t following them. Lo’ak pointed to the surface as they all broke it to take in gulps of air.
Silacia exchanged looks with Tsireya before they surfaced to where they were wading in the water.
“What’s wrong?” Salacia asked.
“You’re going too fast, wait for us!” Tuk said with a whine.
“Yeah guys, we don’t understand this finger talk,” Neteyam said- demonstrating with his long fingers that Salacia found herself staring at longer than she should have.
When she looked back up at neteyam he watched her with a flushed expression and slightly dilated eyes. She swallowed on her dry throat and looked back at Tsireya who was talking about how she would teach them to breathe.
“I’ll teach you, neteyam” Salacia said gesturing for him to follow her.
She led him to a small secluded part of the beach that was hidden by a collection of trees.
“You need to learn how to breathe,” she said walking onto the shoreline “you will never be a good swimmer until you know how to breathe”
He nodded his head slightly out of breath as he sat on the sand in front of her. She held his stare longer than she should have before clearing her throat to start his lesson.
She placed her fingers on his stomach making him tense slightly “breathe,” she instructed.
He did but it was a shallow breath “that is why you can’t hold your breath very well,” she concluded pressing her fingers into his stomach slightly “you need to breathe from here,” she moved closer dragging her fingers slightly higher up his stomach.
She noticed how he continued to breathe shallowly almost like pants as she focused on her fingers feeling how far his breathing reached his lungs.
When she looked up at him her skin tingled slightly, he pinned her with a fixed gaze, his lips were parted slightly, his fingers curled into the sand.
She opened her mouth to say something but immediately shut it when his gaze locked onto her lips.
He looked back up at her and tilted his head slightly, smirking subtly he asked “so what’s wrong with my breathing,”
With her fingers still on his stomach she held his stare as she dragged her fingers back down to where they were originally “you need to breathe through here,” she said demonstrating through herself.
He leaned back on his forearms making him significantly closer to the ground than she was so Salacia dragged her fingers up to his heart that beat wildly like a caged fkio.
“You cannot be a good swimmer if your heart beats like this, it makes you less aware of your surroundings—breathe to calm your heart,” she said despite her heart beginning to mirror his own.
He closed his eyes and took in a calming breath that should have slowed his heart down. But instead it beat faster.
“That should have slowed your heart down,” she muttered in confusion.
“I think,” neteyam said putting his fingers on hers as he sat back up bringing their faces centimetres apart “that it’s because you make my heart race,”
She felt her face flush as she quickly looked away, his skin still touching hers.
“Why do you think that is?” She asked looking back at him.
He shrugged his shoulders amusedly “I’m not sure, you tell me,”
“I think you like me neteyam,” she looking up at him through her lashes biting her bottom lip.
He hummed “I know a part of me really likes you,” he said glancing at where her hand was mere inches away from.
A wicked smirk made it way onto her face as she feigned her innocence “what parts that?” She asked flicking her tongue over her bottom lip after biting it so hard.
His eyes followed the movement before he exhaled sharply and swallowed. “My heart,” he said thickly copying her naivety.
Her smirk only widened as she sat onto her knees and moved her other hand onto his heart “you’re right, it feels like it’s beating really hard for me,” she said leaning closer to him.
His hand crept onto her thigh and his thumb rubbed circles making her core tighten at a growing ache. He must have read it on her face as his other hand touched her chest where her heart was.
“Seems like my heart isn’t the only one beating fast for another- your heart seems to really like me too,” he said dropping his lips to her ear, his voice sending chills of anticipation through her.
A silent promise
“Whatever will we do?” She whispered, the breath from his lips touching her own.
“I have a few ideas, though I’m sure you do too,” he said moving his lips to press a ghost of a kiss over hers, such a small gesture yet enough that she opened her lips slightly.
“Follow me,” she said standing up and grabbing his hand to pull him up. He looked down at her with a lusty gaze before they both walked deeper into the island.
“My clan don’t really like to come this far into the island, being adapted for water and all” Salacia said walking to a small pool that no one really knew existed due to being hidden behind an abundance of plants.
“Do you often show your secret pool to guys you just met?” He asked with a boyish smirk as he sat on the moss that surrounded it and dragged his hands through the water.
“Only the pretty ones,” she countered as his hands guided her onto his lap.
“Well then I’m honoured,” he said pressing a kiss to a place on her neck that had her gasping “I think we both might need this,”
“Well being the chiefs daughter doesn’t get you anywhere when it comes to quick hookups,” Salacia said running a hand through his braids.
“No designated mate?” He asked peppering her throat with kisses.
“I wouldn’t be here if I did,” she moaned when his lips wrapped around her nipple and began sucking.
“Why not someone from your village then?” he asked smirking against her skin.
She shook her head “everyone knows everyone, word would spread and as I’m Tsahìk in training it wouldn’t end very well for me,” she said.
“How have you managed to cope, you’re so needy,” he said running his fingers through her hair before grabbing a fistful and tugging her head to the side so he could get better access to her neck.
She moaned as he dragged his tongue across the crook of her neck before gripping his braids tighter and rocking her hips down against his.
“It’s mostly been my fingers, aside from the few travellers who have stayed in my village,” she said feeling him grow rock hard underneath her.
“Need release sweetheart?” He fake cooed as she nodded her head.
“Your words?” He asked moving his hand to her inner thigh tracing circles that brushed her lips, she knew he could feel her slickness.
“Please,” she moaned
“Good girl,” he praised before dragging a finger along her centre through her folds to her clit where he drew long, torturous circles.
She whimpered grinding against his hand making him laugh “see? So needy- you’re already wet enough that I could slip right in,” he said dragging his finger back down collecting her wetness.
“So do it,” she said as he traced her entrance.
“All in good time,” he said dipping his finger slightly into her, she pushed her hips down urging for him to go further.
He added a second finger making her groan as he finally stretched her, he muttered a curse against her as he buried his face into her chest dining on her breasts and skin as he began thrusting his fingers into her slowly building pace.
She let out a string of whimpers as she rose up on her knees to give him better access “fuck neteyam,”.
She lowered one of her fingers to her clit and began rubbing circles against it making her shudder at the stimulation.
“Let me do it- let me pleasure you,” he said softly. She looked him in the eyes and nodded her head pulling her finger away as his took its place.
He brought his lips to her fingers that had her arousal on it before wrapping her lips around it and sucking it slowly. She moaned as she pulled her finger away and finally pressed a kiss to his lips.
His tongue danced along hers as she brought her hand down to his hardened length. He shuddered when she dragged her hand along the sheer length of him.
Her finger trailed circles on his tip collecting his pre-cum before slowly dragging her hand back down making him moan into her mouth.
“It’s not nice being teased now, is it?” She cooed between kisses before his lips immediately latched back onto hers.
He pulled away and gave her a challenging look as he slowed his pace the moment she began to clench around him, she hissed but smiled as she felt him begin to twitch in her hand before she made her movements stroking him even slower.
His jaw clenched but he refused to go any faster so neither did she until they were both itching for release. Pulling at the cloth around his waist, neteyam revealed his length Salacia had been torturously stroking.
The tip had gone a darker blue in need as it pulsed in her hand. Salacia lifted her hips with Neteyam’s dripping fingers on her hips as she sunk onto him taking every inch that had her nearly gritting her teeth at the new sensation.
She was flipped onto her back as neteyam hovered over her and began rocking his hips, sinking into her in slow, powerful strokes. His eyes held hers every inch of pleasure that contorted their faces belonging to the other.
Salacia could feel in her soul that she had never truly had anyone make her feel this way, she wrapped her legs around his hips bringing him closer “I think you might be a gift from Eywa,” she said beginning to feel herself rise in pleasure.
“I think so too,” he agreed “made perfectly just for me,” he said as he began to twitch in her.
Their bodies synchronised as they both moaned in pleasure, Neteyam’s arms tightening around Salacia as he filled her with his seed. She didn’t mind though, not as he helped her ride out her own pleasure until she saw stars and released with a whimper.
She felt empty when he pulled out to lie down beside her but soon found herself tucked into his side looking up at the sky through the trees.
“I hope you stay for a while,” she said tracing a hand over his chest as she lay on her side with his arm and body surrounding her.
“A while? I think I might stay forever,” he said pressing a kiss to her head.
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And he did because kiri’s magic pulled through so they all lived happily ever after.
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The end
