Run to the rescue with love and peace will follow

Jake stayed busy as Olo’eyktan, a position Tsu’tey had passed down to him when his own fate was up in the air during the Battle of the Hallelujah Mountains. Ultimately, Tsu’tey had asked that Jake continue to lead when he had tried giving the title back to his healed brother-in-law. Tsu’tey found that he enjoyed having the pressure off of him for once in his life, and Jake thrived at making tactical decisions and delegating tough situations. Tsu’tey still operated as an advisor and as, what Jake called, “his general” of the warriors.

“I want you to be honest with me,” you urged, and this gained Tsu’tey’s attention fully. 

He dropped the cut fruit in a basket and laid the knife down too. “What is it? Is something wrong?” he asked.

“No,” you assured him, but the sigh you released did not make him feel any less on edge. “I do not feel like I once did. I am afraid that I am not pretty anymore. Am I still… Do I look different?” you asked. The tone of your voice was raw and cracked wide open. Tsu’tey’s heart ached for his little sister. 

“You are very pretty. Why would you say you are not?” Tsu’tey pushed, taking his sister's hands in his as another set of footsteps echoed just outside. You and Tsu’tey’s ears perked at the noise and your heads turned in the direction of the open entrance. Your other brother, Arvok, stood in the doorway, a tool he had borrowed from Jake a week ago clutched in his hand. He was obviously here to return it, but had stumbled onto your pity party instead. 

You sighed in relief that it was not your mate, embarrassed at the idea of Jake finding you upset about something so trivial. Tsu’tey, who was also glad that it was not Jake, needed his sister to tell him more so he could properly lay into her mate with all the required information. 

“What is the matter?” Arvok asked, his smile quickly replaced with a frown as he took in your teary eyes and Tsu’tey’s furrowed brow. 

“It is nothing,” you shook your head, laughing humorlessly even as the first tear threatened to fall. 

“It is not nothing. Do I need to kick the skxawng out so you will tell me?” Tsu’tey asked, making you form a small, genuine smile. 

You shook your head, “No, Arvok can stay.” You looked up to your other brother with that same broken smile and Arvok felt his jaw clench. He would kill whoever did this to you. 

“What is wrong?” he asked again, kneeling down next to you. 

You pursed your lips. “I just need someone to tell me if I am ugly,” you groaned.

Arvok reared his head back in surprise. “What? You are not!” 

“Tell me why you would say this,” Tsu’tey requested. 

“No reason,” you shrugged, semi-relieved that they did not think you looked like a monster, but also regretting your choice of input since your brothers were fiercely protective of you, and saw their baby sister as perfect, no matter what you did. They were entirely biased.

“You would not say this for no reason,” Arvok pointed out. “Something must be bothering you to cause this.”

“I have gained weight recently,” you admitted. 

Jake had noticed too. He would never say it, but you had caught him looking at your fuller breasts, the slope of your hips, the softness of your thighs and stomach. You had grown insecure in the past few weeks, hating to have his eyes on you, but hating even more to voice your concern and make him hyperaware of the change. 

“I had not noticed. You look very much the same to me,” Arvok assured you, “But even so, that means you are well fed and live comfortably. Is that not a good thing? Do you remember the winters where we did not eat but once a day, how skinny and miserable we were?” 

Tsu’tey ground his teeth. He hated the memories of those dark days when his younger siblings grew more and more gaunt and his parents became quiet. Eywa always provided, and she had when spring had come, but the time between nearly killed him from worry. 

“Thank you, Arvok,” you smiled, your spirit settled at the reminder, glad to voice what had been gnawing at you for so long. Arvok turned his gaze to Tsu’tey who realized he should speak as well. 

“You are beautiful, Tsmuke, both then and now. What does your mate say about this?” Tsu’tey asked. Surely, Jake was treating you well and telling you everyday how beautiful you were. But then again, if he had, then you would not need your brothers to assure you. 

“He has not said anything,” you shrugged, but the upset look behind your eyes gave Tsu’tey a better guess at the truth. “We have not spoken about it, but…” you trailed off, unsure of what to say to not make Jake come across as a bad mate because he was not. You liked that your brothers and your mate were friends, you never wanted to give a bad impression of one about the other.

“But…” Arvok prodded for you to continue and your eyes widened. 

“Nothing,” you said again, “I am just being insecure.”

Tsu’tey and Arvok’s eyes met over your head, both thinking the same thing. Rage simmered in their stomach’s at the thought of you being treated so coldly and being neglected by the man they thought had treated you like you hung the very stars in the sky.

“You should eat, we will see you later today,” Tsu’tey encouraged you.

You nodded, squeezing Tsu’tey’s hands that still gripped yours. Arvok wanted to stay until he had at least seen you eat a few bites, afraid that you would not eat, but Tsu’tey stood and nodded at him to follow. Purely because of the fury in his older brother’s gold eyes, Arvok was quick to get up and trail after him. 

As soon as they were outside and had stomped far enough out of your earshot, Tsu’tey started sharing his thoughts. 

“Jake must make amends for this. I have never seen her like this. There must be something he is doing to make her feel this way,” Tsu’tey growled, marching ahead to the training grounds where he knew Jake would be training the older teens. 

“But she said that he had not spoken about it,” Arvok argued, quickening his pace to keep up. 

“Maybe she lied to save his tail,” Tsu’tey pondered. “Something was not right in her way of speaking, something is off.”

“Our sister would not lie to us,” Arvok said, refusing to believe it.

“Perhaps his demon ways have rubbed off on her, I do not know. But I know something is being kept from us. I feel it,” he said matter-of-factly. 

“Fine, then we will get the truth, one way or another,” Arvok relented. Tsu’tey nodded, glad to have his brother at his side as the training grounds and Jake came into sight. 

“Keep your elbows up, defend!” Jake yelled brashly to a pair of young warriors who were sparring in the open field near the river. “Good! That’s it.”

“Suli!” Tsu’tey called, his steps were each sure and heavy. 

Jake glanced away from the teens, but saw it was just his brothers and let his eyes go back to the fight. He was a dedicated teacher. “Tsu’tey, Arvok. What can I do for you?” he asked, even as he was looking in the wrong direction. 

Tsu’tey’s eyes narrowed. “We need to speak with you,” he said as he stopped a few feet away from Jake. The young Na’vi warriors watched in nosy interest at what was so important that Tsu’tey would interrupt their chief and teacher. 

“Can it wait a minute? I’m teaching the basics of-”

“It is about our sister,” Arvok interupted grimly. 

“Stop,” Jake immediately barked at the two girls sparring in the ring and turned his full attention to the men. “Is she okay?” he asked, panic dripping from his question. 

“She has brought up a concern with us and we feel it must be addressed with you,” Arvok continued. Tsu’tey crossed his arms over his chest. 

Jake immediately tensed further. Although it was much better than his wife being hurt, it still made his heartbeat pick up. “Dismissed, get outta here!” he called to the trainees behind him and they scattered, knowing that Jake would not like telling them twice, not if it had something to do with his wife. 

“I do not know how humans treat their mates, but on Pandora, we do not let them suffer alone,” Tsu’tey began his lecture as soon as most of the teens were on the other side of the clearing. 

Jake grimaced in shock, his head inching back. “Suffer alone? What’s happening? Is my wife okay?” Jake asked, stressing the last question. Arvok’s fists balled up at his sides. 

“You have ignored her, you have neglected the one Eywa has chosen for you. She would not tell us what you have done, but I am no idiot. I know she is protecting you,” Tsu’tey pressed on. 

Jake’s lips pressed together in frustration. “I need to see my wife,” he decided, trying to brush past his brother’s-in-law and attempting to make it back to his kelku where he knew you would be making lunch. He knew you like the back of his hand, your schedule, your plans, your fears, your wants, your thoughts. He didn't need tsaheylu (the bond) to tell him that anymore, he knew you so well. So what could they possibly be talking about? Why had you told your brothers that you were suffering, and not him? 

He felt panic claw at his gut, the fear of you distancing yourself from him was palpable. He had noticed the way you shied away from his hands and his attention in the past week, but he had chalked it up to all the changes going on recently. He had felt them in himself too, but he had thought you were going through this different stage together. 

“We are the ones talking to you. You do not get to talk to her until we are through with you,” Tsu’tey said, stepping to the side so that he and Arvok made a wall that he could not cross through without a fight. Jake knew he could beat Tsu’tey one on one, he had done it when your brother learned of your mating all those months ago. But Jake had never fought Arvok, and he did not know what his chances were against both. If they did not tell him the problem now, he would have to test his luck in order to get to you. 

“Get outta my way,” Jake said in a near growl. “You’re forgeting who you’re talking to.”

Tsutey’s lip curled. “I know exactly who I speak to. Olo’eyktan or not, you will treat my sister with respect,” he demanded, planing a flat hand on Jake’s chest and stopping him from getting any closer. Jake’s panicked and enraged expression only added to Tsu’tey’s anger.

“She’s not suffering alone,” Jake bit back, “You two don't know what you're talking about.”

“Don't we? We were the ones she was just crying to because you made her feel ugly and unwanted,” Arvok spilled. 

Jake physically took a step back, the news like a blow to his gut. “What?” he muttered, devastated. 

“Explain yourself, Suli. If you wish to break the mating bond, I am forced to challenge you to protect the family honor,” Tsu’tey ground out, his voice like gravel as he said words he never thought he would have to say to his Olo’eyktan.

“Break the bond? I would never do that. I love my wife,” he insisted, his fist curling and unfurling as he attempted to keep his anger and anxiety in check. Jake ground his teeth, his disbelief evident on his face.

“Yet she is sitting in her kelku, alone and feeling discarded. If you do not like that she has simply gained weight, then you are a bigger kurkung (asshole) than I realized,” Tsu’tey hissed, stepping forward into Jake’s space. 

Jake’s golden eyes nearly glowed at the anger simmering underneath the surface of his gaze. “I don't care if she's gained weight!” he exclaimed. 

“So you notice that, but you do not notice our sister’s fears?” Arvok asked, brow low over his eyes. 

“I haven't said a word about it, because I didn't want her to know I noticed. On Earth, women don't usually like you pointing that out. I had no idea she thought I didn't want her anymore. Let me through, let me fix it or I swear I’ll kill you both,” he demanded, his rage building. 

“You should tell her everyday what you think of her. There should never be a question or a doubt in her mind,” Arvok argued, not paying anymind to Jake’s threats, his mind was clouded by anger.

“I do! But she’s had a lot of questions and doubts recently,” Jake muttered, letting his hand try to iron out the wrinkles on his forehead. 

Arvok’s lip curled, “So you did know? You are a liar.”

Jake sighed, tired of the circle he kept being forced to run in. “I promised her I wouldn't tell anyone, but this is getting ridiculous. She’s gaining weight and insecure because she’s carrying my child. Did she tell you that?” Jake growled. 

Tsu’tey and Arvok both blinked in surprise at the news, Tsu’tey stepping away from Jake. “What?” Arvok mumbled. 

Tsu’tey glanced back at the home that contained his sister, all her emotional turbulence suddenly making more sense. He had been angry at Jake for making his sister act unlike herself, but it had truely been his little niece or nephew the whole time. 

Jake stepped forward and this time, he was easily able to get through. “If you two don’t mind, I’m going to smooth some things over with my wife,” he grumbled, but paused and turned back to face them. “And you better not let her find out that you know, or she’ll skin all of us,” Jake suggested, knowing he was in deep if she found out that he told their secret before she was ready.

Tsu’tey nodded solemnly, and Arvok followed, albeit looking more cautious and awestruck. “Brother,” Tsu’tey called to Jake as he began in the other direction again. 

“Yeah,” Jake said, looking a little worse for wear after all the badgering. 

“Congratulations,” Tsu’tey said, his lips curling up into a grin. 

Jake smiled back, nodding as he huffed a laugh. “Thanks, Brother.”

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You’d had your fair share of lovers and experienced more than a good deal of fun. With everyone in the past, climax came the same way, every single time: clitoral stimulation, and clitoral stimulation alone.

By this point in your life, you suspected your g-spot was probably just a figment of your imagination, no more real than Atlantis, Santa Claus or the Tooth Fairy.

That was, until, you met your boyfriend, Simon.

And things had only been official for a week.

You and him had fooled around a handful of times—made love, as he called it, and kissed and cuddled and occasionally dry-humped until the two of you were both panting, groaning messes—but all of this was new. Simon was still learning you, as you were him.

He finished between your tits. You came on his tongue. He fingered you to the point of tears, and you learned how to touch his sac just right to get him to blow his load in seconds. On this night in particular, you were fucking missionary, and holding hands while you did.

Lovesick puppies, Price would say. Neither one of you seemed able to unglue your lips or unlace your fingers or keep your hips from colliding again and again and again in frantic search of the other’s furthest depths. You were perfectly wrapped up, with no desire to move

Except, you needed to reach down between your bodies to actually get off. That was a minor detail.

You didn’t think the man above you would mind if you moved your touch from his, but then that grip tightened the second you tried pulling away.

“Keep it there, lovie. Like holding you like this,” he said.

You enjoyed it, too. It was intimate, and sweet, and with your hands pinned on either side of you, locked securely in his, you felt safe. You just couldn’t finish.

“But I…I need to come,” you whispered against him. You rolled your hips and felt his cock twitch inside you.

Simon grunted, then swallowed. Nodded slowly.

“Yeah. I’ll get you there. Feel this?”

He slid deeper for emphasis.

You didn’t.

You rarely did, or at least not in the way you figured you were supposed to get when something pressed there.

“I think…sort of, yeah,” you hedged your answer.

Don’t bruise his ego, don’t hurt his feelings.

This is all on me, Si, I promise it’s not you.

Cutting in over your thoughts, Simon moved swiftly. Took your hips in his big, strong hands, lifted up, and plunged his cock to the hilt. The girth of him was enough to knock the air out of your lungs, and you felt your walls stretch, sting, and weep sweet liquid warmth around that intrusion. You moaned.

“Better?” The man’s question was simple.

Before you could answer it, he was sliding a pillow underneath your backside. Sawing his long, thick, leaking cock in and out of you, he reached a new spot.

You made a face, feeling good from that but…strange.

Simon snatched your hands up again and planted them beside your head on the mattress. He thrusted steadily. He peppered kisses all over your face and your neck while the bed frame squeaked in time, and you had to dig your heels into his ass to ground yourself.

“Talk to me, baby. Can’t make it better if you don’t.”

“I—I know, I just can’t—”

At the same time, Simon tilted your hips slightly once more, and the tip of his cock kissed something soft and wet and dizzyingly pleasurable inside your body. A loud, embarrassing cry slipped out between your lips.

You wanted to clap a hand over your mouth, hating the way you’d just sounded, but your fingers were stuck to his. Simon grinned down at you, toothy and approving.

“Can’t do what, now, darlin’?”

The warm, bulbous head of his cock had found its mark, and he just kept prodding that spot, like it entertained him to do it. The fingers laced between your own constricted their grip even more, and Simon leaned down to kiss you while his cock carved a mind-numbing path. In between kisses, he praised you.

“That’s my girl. She’s likin’ it now, isn’t she?”

“Feel good when my cock hits that spot?”

“Your pussy’s fuckin’ soakin’ me, baby.”

But still, somehow, it just wasn’t quite enough.

Maybe you’d never found that place after all.

This was where most men gave up—after a few good minutes of fucking when their balls had gotten to be as swollen as stones and their bodies were aching for release, more often than not, they’d go off chasing their own high. That was when you usually started rubbing your clit, or waited for your partner to finish so they could get you off with their tongue or something.

You hated to feel like a burden, and you really despised the thought of being the reason your sweet Simon couldn’t get to orgasm. So you squirmed again.

Straining to reach down, to try and touch yourself, you whimpered, “Si, please, it just—it takes me too long—”

“Good thing we’ve got all night,” Simon replied bluntly.

Then, once again, he twisted your bodies like you were as soft and malleable as putty in his hands, and this time, he hitched one of your legs around his hip, high.

With one slow-rolling thrust and an audibly squelching sound, Simon’s cock stretched your hole to maximum capacity, and then a little more. Your juices leaked down his shaft, aiding the slide, and he stabbed in a few shallow strokes. Probing. Testing the waters, as if he were trying to find something hidden inside you.

You sucked in a breath. Simon’s gaze slid to yours.

“Let’s find that precious spot, lovie. Easy, now.”

Gently coaxing your body open, he drove a slow, measured pace. He split your cunt like it was the easiest thing in the world, delving within your wet, velvety heat to tease every contour and crevice of your pussy. His tip leaked precome. His balls glistened in your arousal and landed with the gentlest plap, plap, plaps while he explored your insides with his member.

It really was as simple as that, nothing more and nothing less than poking around. Having patience.

“S-Si,” you stammered, nose wrinkling slightly.

“What’s’at, baby? Got something to tell me?”

Like a teacher, almost, he pressed for more.

Like his cock was showing you something new about your body but he needed your help to tell him just how and where to find it, Simon took care to be kind. He smoothed a hand over the crown of your head and then cradled the back of it, one massive set of fingers splayed out against your skull and engulfing it wholly.

He still held onto your other hand tight.

Your cunt pulsed. Ached. Fluttered around him.

Stuffed to the brim, you had only to feel, and murmur:

“Higher.”

“Higher?”

“Um, to the…to the left.”

Simon tilted his hips left.

Yes.

That was just it. So close.

Almost…

Or, maybe…

“Maybe it just…isn’t there,” you huffed out, deflating. “Know you’re trying so hard, baby, but I think I can’t—”

Then Simon hit the same spot as before, only higher.

Just like you’d told him: to the left, and then…

“Oh, fuck,” you cursed. “Oh, fuckfuckfuck.”

The grin above you stretched even wider.

“There, lovie?” Simon goaded you on.

“Right there.” You nodded furiously.

A wave of pleasure swept through your limbs, from your core down to the soles of your feet. Your toes curled, and you squeaked, feeling Simon’s cock graze that soft, spongy, sensitive place—except he’d pushed in deeper. The sensation made your eyes roll back.

“Little dove doesn’t mind my pokin’ after all, huh?” Simon’s words were a tease, but you heard a strain in them, too. The second you were caught in the throes of real pleasure, your cunt must’ve clamped like a vice.

“Keep…keep pokin’, Si,” you choked out. “I like it.”

Your lover kept at it—poking from the inside.

The routine almost felt like losing your virginity all over again, together. Simon cradled your head, told you how good you were doing, how sweet you were for him, and you whimpered under his hold. Squirmed and clung to him for dear life, then kissed him feverishly.

Simon’s mouth was hard and hungry, his thrusts deep. His cock throbbed within the wet, clenching confines of your pussy, and he seemed to be going wild at the feeling. With the idea that he was driving you wild, too.

You realized as much when he whispered it to you.

“Could lose my bloody mind when you’re like this—” Another sharp, labored breath. Another shudder passing through his body when your insides squeezed. “—so why didn’t you talk? Ask for what you needed?”

Your voice was small. “Didn’t wanna be a bother.”

Your eyes were locked with Simon’s, and in his irises, you caught a shade of concern. It flared, hot as anything, then mixed with disbelief. Disappointment.

“Don’t be angry, Si, I—” you started, hurried.

“‘M’not.” Simon blinked. But he gritted his teeth, and he withdrew his cock until the head was bumping and teasing between your folds, then he shook his head. “It’s those fuckin’ pricks who should be sorry, yeah?”

The ones that you’d been with before.

You wanted to protest, insist that you were at least partly to blame, but you never got the opportunity.

Simon was back inside you in a blink.

Hitting that same spot again, and again, and again.

He grinned, the tic of a muscle in his jaw telling you that he was less amused this time around, but proud.

Vindicated.

“Well. It’s not like they’re ever gettin’ a chance in between these pretty legs again, are they, lovie?”

You nodded in agreement.

You smiled back at him, only to have that gentle curve falter a little when you felt Simon’s thrusts accelerate.

“Only thing that’s gonna touch this spot other’n my cock is my seed, splatterin’ all over your walls, right?”

When he gave a playful nip to your lower lip and squeezed your hand tighter, you knew that he meant it. The man had plunged so deep inside you that his pubic bone was now grinding against your skin, and the rest of him was buried. His balls, all full and warm and heavy with his release, rested firmly in your cleft.

And the steady, measured strokes of his cock landed with near-surgical precision on the G-spot you’d convinced yourself up until tonight didn’t exist.

Simon beamed. You were overcome with ecstasy.

“This it, lovie? This spot right ‘ere?” he cooed.

His cock bobbed against that gummy and indescribably dizzying place, causing your last moan to morph into something more akin to a shriek.

You nodded your head: “Y-Yes. Yes.”

“Feel good when I hit it?”

“Fucking perfect, Si.”

You sighed when the man bottomed out for what felt like the millionth time, and the pleasure never waned. He felt just as good now as he did when he first got in.

“Yeah? Gonna come on my cock then, pretty girl?”

“Yeah. I’m— I’m so close.”

“Go on then, love.”

And, shortly, you did.

Maybe three, four, five more stabs of his cock to your most precious, intimate place and you were unraveling beneath him, stars bursting in your line of vision. It seemed dramatic to say, but that was really what it came to—your mouth hanging open, eyes wide, gaze peering into Simon’s while he fucked you through the most intense orgasm of your life. You clung to him, and your walls spasmed again and again and again, milking the man’s release in the next few seconds. Simon shuddered and grit his teeth as he unloaded a thick, gooey load inside, dousing that spongy, body-numbing spot and then some. The two of you moaned in unison.

Your body was boneless, your head a hazy mess.

It took several seconds for your conscious mind to come back online fully, and when it did, Simon was leaning in again and planting kisses along your face.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, breath fanning hot across your skin. “My perfect girl. You did so good.”

You smiled and caught his mouth for a proper kiss.

“Thank you,” you murmured against him.

Then Simon squeezed your hand—the one he’d been holding this entire time. He lifted it gently, like he was afraid too rough of a movement might split you in two.

He turned your wrist and kissed the back of your hand, eyes locked on yours and expression soft while he did.