BlackLightShadow

You hummed again, moving your head gently against Pril’s, letting her feel the steady rhythm of your heart. Slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, her wails softened into hiccups, then small whimpers. She shifted in your arms, resting her tiny head against your shoulder. Not asleep yet, but calmer.

Tonowari exhaled, shoulders dropping slightly. “Thank you,” he murmured, his voice rough with fatigue.

“Anytime,” you said. You meant it.

He lingered there a moment, just watching you rock her, and then something else came out—a confession, quiet, hesitant.

“I… I am struggling,” he said finally. “I cannot rest. The people need me. Tsireya… she needs me.” His voice caught slightly, and he shifted his weight, uneasy. “Ronal chose her to be the next Tsahìk. She still does not know. I must guide her. I must protect her. There is no room for weakness.”

You nodded silently, understanding without needing him to say more. You could see it in the way his hands trembled slightly, in the tension of his jaw, in the tired lines around his eyes.

“And… you,” he said, voice softer now, almost vulnerable. “Even though you are… human… you have been here. Helping. Watching. Supporting. I… I am grateful.”

You blinked at him, unsure if he realized how much that simple admission warmed your chest. “I’m happy to help,” you murmured. “You don’t have to carry it all alone.”

For a moment, Tonowari allowed himself to lean a little closer, shoulders brushing yours as he watched you cradle Pril. The baby’s hiccups turned into tiny sighs of comfort. You hummed again, lightly stroking her tiny arms.

“You make it… easier,” he admitted softly. “Even if I do not always… understand you, or why you chose to stay. Even so…” He glanced down at Pril, then back at you. “I can put that aside. Because you… are here. And she… is calmer. Because of you.”

You smiled faintly, feeling warmth spread through your chest. He wasn’t perfect, and he didn’t have to be. And neither did you.

The reef stretched around you in silence, filled only by the gentle swish of water against stilts and the quiet breaths of a tiny baby. Tonowari’s hand brushed yours again, tentative but sure, and he let it linger.

For a little while, at least, there was peace.

Pril’s hiccups slowed, and finally, finally, she drifted into a quiet, even sleep. Her tiny body relaxed completely against your chest, the faint rise and fall of her breathing steady. You adjusted her carefully, tucking her head against your shoulder and holding her a little closer, letting her warmth seep into your skin.

Tonowari let out a long, quiet breath and sank onto the mat beside you, leaning against the wooden support of the marui. His shoulders sagged, the tension in his body finally giving way. For the first time in days, you noticed the weight he carried wasn’t just in his arms—it was in the slump of his spine, the set of his jaw, the way his eyes flicked around the room like he was still watching, still alert.

“You…” he began, voice soft, hesitant, “…you make this easier. Even when I am tired. Even when I cannot rest.”

You smiled faintly, still humming a soft, wordless tune for Pril. “You don’t have to carry it all alone,” you murmured.

He closed his eyes for a moment, and when he spoke again, there was a quiet honesty there that made your chest ache. “I think of her sometimes,” he admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “Ronal. The first time she held Aonung… the way she sang to him, soft, patient… I… I wish I could have remembered every detail. I…” His words faltered, caught between grief and fatigue.

You shifted slightly, brushing your hand against his as you held Pril. “You’re trying,” you said gently. “That’s enough. You’re doing the best you can.”

Tonowari’s eyes opened slowly, meeting yours. For a moment, he just stared, as if weighing whether it was safe to trust the words. Then, almost imperceptibly, he nodded. “Yes… yes, I am trying. But the people… Tsireya… she needs me, too. I cannot fail her, not when she has so much responsibility ahead. She does not yet know. I must guide her as Ronal would have.”

You leaned just a little closer, letting the warmth of your body brush against his arm. “Then let me help,” you said softly. “I’ve been here. I can watch her while you rest for a moment. You don’t have to shoulder everything.”

A faint, almost shy smile tugged at his lips. “You… you are human,” he said, words heavy with thought. “And yet… you are here. You care. You… help. It is strange, but… comforting.”

“It doesn’t matter what I am,” you replied, shrugging lightly. “What matters is that she sleeps. That you can rest. That we’re… helping together.”

He glanced down at Pril, her tiny hand curling against your collarbone, and then back at you. His expression softened, guarded walls lowering ever so slightly. “I… I am grateful,” he said, voice low. “Even if I wrestle with the thought of what you are. I… I can put that aside. Because you… are here. And she… sleeps.”

The reef stretched around you in peaceful quiet. The faint sway of the marui, the gentle rush of the tide, Pril’s even breathing… it felt almost like a bubble of calm.

Tonowari shifted closer, shoulders brushing yours again. Tentative, careful, as if testing whether he could let himself rest against someone else. And for a moment, you allowed yourself to let him.

“You can lean,” you said quietly, fingers brushing against his forearm. “It’s okay. You can rest a little.”

He hesitated, then slowly leaned against you, a small, almost imperceptible exhale leaving him as if he had been holding it for too long. You hummed again, soft, steady, letting him feel that he wasn’t alone.

And for the first time in weeks, Tonowari let himself relax, even if just a little, in the quiet warmth of the moment, surrounded by the soft blue of the reef, a sleeping baby, and someone who truly cared.

You could barely focus, your nipple throbbed as if your body didn't know whether it was feeling pleasure or pain. A cry escaped your lips as his fingers moved deeper than you could have imagined - maybe because Na'vi were twice as large as humans. You swore you felt his fingers deep inside until they hit your cervix.

You wanted to protest when his other hand came to cup your breast. His four-fingered hand almost engulfed it, making your breasts look laughable in comparison. But you had no time to ponder on that as his fingers started massaging your dusky nipple, soon reducing you to a moaning mess. With one hand working you from the inside and the other on your chest, you felt like you were going to float out of your body.

"Look at you," Sol'ek grumbled, "such a lewd look on your face. You're enjoying yourself, aren't you? Disgusting demon." As he spoke, his hand moved faster, creating slick sounds from your pussy that sounded erotic even to your own ears. Now that your hands were free from his grasp, you wrapped your arms around his biceps for dear life. You were almost at the edge when he suddenly stopped his ministrations.

A small cry escaped you as he withdrew his fingers. Forcing yourself to look at him, you hadn't realized your eyes had closed until just now. He looked down at the two fingers glistening with your moisture, pupils blown wide as his ears twitched and tail coiled around your left ankle with a forceful tug. He ripped your pants apart without hesitation.

"Hey, stop breaking my clothes!" you protested. Sol'ek seemed not to care about your clothes; for all you knew, he probably hated everything about humans. You were so transfixed by how feral he looked that you barely had time to react as he held your hips and lifted you up effortlessly. Braced yourself as he smelled your core deeply, a blush creeping across your face as his mouth made contact with dripping pussy lips. His tongue leaped out to lap up the moisture there, making you cry out. Your hands flew to his hair, trying to hold onto something - anything - as he devoured you. Your body trembled beneath So'lek's unyielding grip, the humid air of Pandora's forest thick with the scent of damp earth and your own arousal. His broad tongue lapped at your soaked pussy with relentless hunger, delving deep into your folds, swirling around your clit before plunging back inside to taste every drop of your essence. You gasped, hips bucking involuntarily against his mouth as waves of unwanted pleasure crashed through you. 'Please... stop,' you whimpered, but your voice cracked, betraying the heat building in your core. His yellow eyes locked onto yours, fierce and possessive, as he growled low in his throat, the vibration sending shudders up your spine.

He didn't stop. Instead, his large hands pinned your thighs wider apart, fingers digging into your soft flesh hard enough to leave marks. His tongue thrust deeper, fucking your entrance with wet, obscene strokes, sucking your clit between his lips until it throbbed under the pressure. You clawed at the mossy ground, moans spilling from your lips despite the fear twisting in your gut. The bioluminescent plants around you pulsed faintly, casting an ethereal glow on his blue skin, highlighting the scars that told stories of loss and rage. He savored you like a conqueror claiming spoils, his fangs grazing your inner thighs just enough to sting, drawing thin lines of blood that he licked away with a satisfied rumble.

Your resistance frayed as your body betrayed you, pussy clenching around nothing, juices coating his chin. 'You drip for me, sky demon,' So'lek snarled, pulling back just enough to speak, his breath hot against your swollen folds. 'Your weakness calls to my strength.' Before you could catch your breath, his tongue returned, faster now, lashing your clit in rapid flicks while two thick fingers pushed inside you, stretching your walls with their girth. They curled upward, rubbing that sensitive spot deep within, forcing a cry from your throat as your orgasm built against your will.

You came hard, body arching off the forest floor, pussy spasming around his fingers as you squirted onto his tongue. He drank it all, growling in triumph, his free hand sliding up to squeeze your breast, thumb rolling your hardened nipple. The pleasure left you dazed, limbs heavy, but So'lek wasn't done. He rose above you, his massive frame casting a shadow, cock standing rigid and throbbing—thick as your wrist, veined and leaking precum from the tip. It bobbed heavily as he positioned himself between your legs, the head nudging your entrance, still slick from his mouth.

'No—it's too big,' you protested weakly, trying to twist away, but his tail whipped around your waist, holding you firm. 'You will take it,' he commanded, voice rough with need. 'I will fill you, breed you, make you carry my legacy.' With one powerful thrust, he buried half his length inside you, your pussy stretching painfully around him, walls fluttering in protest and ecstasy. You screamed, nails raking down his arms, but he only pushed deeper, inch by inch, until his balls pressed against your ass, fully sheathed in your heat.

The fullness was overwhelming, his cock hitting places that made your vision blur. He paused for a heartbeat, letting you adjust, his claws tracing your hips before he pulled back and slammed in again, setting a brutal rhythm. Each thrust jolted your body, breasts bouncing, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the trees. 'Fuck, you're so tight,' you gasped, hating how good it felt, how your pussy clenched greedily around him, milking his shaft. So'lek leaned down, fangs sinking into your shoulder—not breaking skin this time, but marking you with the pressure—as he pounded harder, hips snapping with feral intensity.

He flipped you suddenly, onto your hands and knees, the forest floor rough against your palms. His hand fisted in your hair, yanking your head back as he re-entered you from behind, cock driving deeper in this angle, the head battering your cervix. 'Scream for me, demon,' he demanded, one hand reaching around to rub your clit in rough circles, the other slapping your ass, the sting blooming into heat that made you push back against him. You did scream, moans mixing with sobs as pleasure coiled tight again, his tail coiling around your thigh to spread you wider.

Distant sounds pierced the haze—rustling leaves, perhaps ikran calls or worse, RDA patrols—but So'lek didn't falter. He fucked you like the world was ending, growls turning to Na'vi curses as his pace quickened. 'Oel ngati kameie... but twisted. You are mine to break, to fill.' His cock swelled inside you, ridges dragging along your walls, and you shattered a second time, pussy gushing around him, legs quaking. That pushed him over the edge; with a roar that shook the vines overhead, he thrust deep and came, hot ropes of cum flooding your womb, spilling out around his base to drip down your thighs.

He didn't pull out right away, staying buried as his body slumped over yours, both of you panting in the afterglow. Cum leaked from your stuffed pussy, marking you as his. Gently—almost tenderly—he withdrew, only to scoop you up in his arms, your body limp against his chest. 'You fight no more tonight,' he murmured, carrying you toward the shadows of his hidden lair, a vine-choked ruin where he'd continue your 'taming' under the stars. The forest whispered around you, alive with possibilities—of escape, surrender, or something deeper born from this primal union.

The journey to So'lek's lair blurred in your exhausted haze, his strong arms cradling you like a prize as he navigated the twisting paths of Pandora's undergrowth. Vines brushed against your bare skin, cool and slick, while the distant hum of nocturnal creatures filled the air. Your pussy still throbbed from his rough claiming, cum trickling down your inner thighs with each step he took, a sticky reminder of his seed deep inside you. You pressed weakly against his chest, murmuring half-formed protests, but his grip tightened, his breath warm against your ear. 'Rest now, tawtute,' he rumbled, the Na'vi word for sky person laced with dark promise. 'Your body learns to yield.'

The lair emerged from the shadows—a crumbling remnant of an ancient Na'vi outpost, overgrown with thick bioluminescent vines that glowed softly in hues of blue and purple. Moss carpeted the stone floor, and a natural alcove shielded it from prying eyes, though faint RDA searchlights flickered on the horizon, a reminder of the dangers lurking beyond. So'lek lowered you onto a bed of woven leaves, your limbs splayed out, but before you could scramble away, he moved with predatory grace. His tail lashed out, coiling around your ankle and yanking your legs apart, exposing your swollen, cum-smeared pussy to the cool night air.

'You think this ends?' he growled, kneeling between your thighs, his cock already hardening again, rising thick and heavy from its sheath. The sight made your breath hitch—veins pulsing along its length, the tip glistening with fresh precum. He grabbed a nearby vine, thick and flexible, and looped it around your wrists, binding them above your head to a sturdy root protruding from the wall. The rough texture bit into your skin, holding you immobile as he tested the restraint with a tug. 'I will teach you submission, fill you until you beg for my knot.'

His free hand roamed your body, claws scraping lightly over your breasts, pinching your nipples until they peaked painfully. You arched, a mix of fear and lingering arousal twisting in your gut. 'So'lek... please, it's too much,' you whispered, but your voice wavered, hips shifting despite yourself. He chuckled low, a sound that vibrated through the air, and leaned down to capture your mouth in a bruising kiss. His fangs nipped your lower lip, drawing a bead of blood that he sucked away, tongue invading your mouth with the same relentless hunger he'd shown your pussy earlier.

Breaking the kiss, he trailed his mouth downward, fangs grazing your collarbone, then your stomach, leaving red welts in his wake. When he reached your core, he didn't hesitate—his tongue flicked out, lapping at the mess he'd made, cleaning his own cum from your folds before delving inside to scoop more. You moaned, the sensation overwhelming, your bound hands straining against the vine as his mouth worked you over. He sucked your clit hard, teeth grazing it just enough to make you yelp, then plunged his tongue deep, fucking you with it while his fingers spread your ass cheeks, one thick digit circling your tight rear entrance.

'No—not there,' you gasped, but he ignored you, pushing the finger in slowly, the stretch burning as it breached your untouched hole. His tongue kept thrusting into your pussy, syncing with the finger that began to pump in and out, preparing you. The dual invasion made your body quake, juices flowing freely now, mixing with his saliva. He added a second finger to your ass, scissoring them to widen you, all while his cock throbbed against your thigh, leaking steadily. 'You take me everywhere,' he declared, voice muffled against your skin. 'Every part of you is mine to claim.'

Satisfied with your loosening, he withdrew his fingers and rose, positioning his cock at your pussy once more. But this time, he aimed higher, the slick head pressing against your ass. Panic surged through you. 'Wait—too big, it'll tear me!' you cried, twisting in your bonds. His yellow eyes burned with intensity, one hand clamping over your mouth as he pushed forward. The tip popped past your ring, stretching you impossibly wide, pain lancing through you as inch after inch sank in. You screamed into his palm, tears streaming down your cheeks, but he didn't stop, feeding his cock deeper until half his length filled your ass, your walls clenching desperately around the intrusion.

He groaned, hips rocking shallowly at first, letting you adjust to the burn. 'So tight... like Eywa's grip,' he hissed, removing his hand from your mouth to grip your hip instead. Slowly, he thrust deeper, the friction building heat that blurred the line between agony and pleasure. Your pussy clenched emptily, aching for attention, and he noticed, sliding two fingers into it to rub your inner walls while his cock claimed your ass. The fullness was maddening—his fingers curling to hit your g-spot, his shaft dragging along nerves that sparked fireworks behind your eyes.

You came unexpectedly, body convulsing, pussy squirting around his fingers as waves of ecstasy ripped through you. So'lek snarled in response, pulling his fingers free to slap your clit sharply, prolonging your orgasm until you sobbed. Then he moved, pulling back and slamming in fully, his balls slapping your ass with each brutal drive. The vine creaked under your pulls, your body jolting with every impact, breasts heaving. He leaned over you, fangs sinking into the curve of your neck, drawing blood this time as he fucked your ass harder, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet lair.

External noises intruded again—twigs snapping nearby, perhaps a thanator prowling or human scouts closing in—but So'lek only fucked you faster, as if the threat fueled his dominance. His tail wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your head swim, stars bursting in your vision. 'Scream my name,' he demanded, hand reaching down to fist your hair. 'Tell Eywa you are mine.' You did, voice breaking as another climax built, your ass milking his cock with rhythmic squeezes. He roared, thrusting erratically, and flooded your bowels with hot cum, the overflow leaking out as he ground deep, marking you from the inside.

Panting, he finally stilled, cock softening inside you before he pulled out with a wet pop. Cum dribbled from both your holes, pooling beneath you on the leaves. He untied the vine from your wrists but left the marks, rubbing your sore limbs gently—a rare softness in his eyes, shadowed by the pain of his past losses. 'You bleed for me, tawtute,' he murmured, licking the bite on your neck clean. 'But in time, you will crave it.' He gathered you close, bodies entwined in the glowing dimness, the night stretching ahead with unspoken promises of more—more breaking, more filling, more twisted bonds forged in the heart of Pandora.

There was something deeply personal in his anger. This wasn't just general hatred for humans—this was specific. Targeted.

"I didn't—" you tried again, but he grabbed your arm with bruising force and yanked you away from the tree.

"Walk." He shoved you forward, keeping one hand fisted in the back of your shirt. "And if you try to run, I'll make sure you regret it."

You stumbled forward, his grip never loosening. Every time you tried to slow down or turn to look at him, he pushed you harder. The forest seemed to close in around you as he marched you through terrain you didn't recognize, moving with the confidence of someone who knew every inch of this land.

"Where are you taking me?" you demanded, trying to keep the tremor out of your voice.

"Somewhere the RDA won't find you. Or me." His tone was flat, emotionless. "Keep moving."

You noticed things about him as you walked—the way he moved silently despite his size, how his eyes constantly scanned the environment, the tension in his shoulders that never relaxed. This was a man who'd survived by being alert, by trusting nothing and no one.

The scar across his chest looked like it had come from something devastating.

Eventually, you reached a camp hidden between massive trees and rock formations. It was sparse and utilitarian—weapons, supplies, a small fire pit, a hammock. Nothing personal. Nothing that suggested this was a home rather than just a place to survive.

He shoved you down onto the ground hard enough that you had to catch yourself with your hands. You glared up at him as he stood over you, arms crossed, that RDA rifle a stark reminder of his complicated relationship with your kind.

"Who are you?" he demanded.

"Does it matter to you?"

Wrong answer. He crouched down fast, grabbing your jaw and forcing you to meet his eyes. His fingers dug into your skin hard enough to bruise. "I don't have patience for sky demon games. Answer me."

You tried to jerk away, but his grip tightened. "Nobody. I'm nobody important."

"Nobody." He released you with a slight push, standing again. "Nobody who walks through Resistance territory. Nobody who escaped from an RDA facility. Nobody who just happens to end up here."

"I didn't know this was—"

"You didn't know." He laughed, but there was no humor in it—only bitterness. "That's what you all say. You didn't know what the RDA was doing. Didn't know about the clans they destroyed. Didn't know about the Na'vi they killed." His voice dropped to something dangerous. "Didn't know about the Trr'ong."

The name hung in the air like a ghost.

"I don't—I don't know what that is," you admitted quietly.

His expression went dark. "Of course you don't. Why would you? They were just another clan in your way. Another problem for the RDA to eliminate." He paced like a caged animal, his hand gripping the knife at his belt. "Twenty years. Twenty years I've survived alone because your kind decided my people were expendable."

The pieces started coming together—the isolation of the camp, the mix of Na'vi and human weapons, the bone-deep rage that never quite left his eyes.

He was the last one. The only survivor.

"I'm sorry," you said, and you meant it.

He whirled on you. "Sorry?" He closed the distance in two strides, grabbing your shirt and hauling you to your feet. "You're sorry? Your people took everything—my clan, my family, my world—and you think sorry fixes that?"

"No! I know it doesn't, but—"

"But nothing!" He shoved you back down. "You're all the same. You take and take and take, and then you say sorry like it means something."

You pushed yourself to your feet again, defiance overriding survival instinct. "What do you want from me then? You want me to pay for what they did? Fine! But I can't change the past, and I can't change what I am!"

"What you are," he repeated, his voice going dangerously quiet as he stepped closer, "is a sky demon. A plague that won't leave even when the RDA pulls back."

"Then kill me!" The words burst out of you, voice cracking. "If that's all I am to you, if there's no difference between me and them, then just do it already!"

The challenge hung between you like a live wire.

So'lek went utterly still. Then, slowly, deliberately, he closed the remaining distance until you could feel the heat radiating off his body. His hand shot out, fingers wrapping around your throat—not squeezing, just holding you in place as he forced you to meet his gaze.

When he spoke, his voice was low, rough, filled with something darker than just anger.

"Sky demons took everything from me. Destroyed my clan. It's only fair you're gonna help me revive it." His thumb pressed against your pulse point. "Won't you, demon?"

Your breath caught as the full weight of his words settled over you—and you realized this wasn't about killing you at all.

After another twenty minutes of getting nowhere, you gave up and wobbled to your room, deciding to sleep off your frustration.

You blinked awake, groggy but a bit calmer—until you saw Karl’s hammer hovering above you, about to slam down on your head.

“Fuck no!”

You screamed, rolling out of bed and hitting the floor just as the hammer crashed onto your bed, breaking it in two. The hammer floated ominously, swinging like it had a mind of its own. But you knew exactly who was behind this.

“Fuck you, Karl,” you grumbled, standing up and brushing the dust off your clothes. Storming out of your room, you made a beeline for Karl’s office, determined to make him pay for nearly killing you and destroying your favorite place to rest.

You slammed his door open, ready to unleash hell.

“Karl, you piece of shit!”

You screamed at the man, who wasn’t even paying attention. Annoyed by his indifference, you grabbed a screwdriver lying nearby and stabbed him in the shoulder with it.

“Y/N, what the fuck?!” Karl roared, shoving you away, his tone laced with anger.

Blinded by your fury, you lunged to stab him again, but he was quicker this time, using his powers to fling the screwdriver out of your hand. Undeterred, you jumped at him with fists flying. He blocked every punch, which only added to your frustration. Desperate, you aimed a kick at his groin, but he shifted just in time, making you hit his thigh instead. Before you could regain your footing, he trapped your leg between his.

Now off-balance, you had to grab onto him, wrapping your arms around his torso to avoid falling flat on your face.

“What the fuck is right, Karl!” you growled. “You destroyed my room!”

Karl growled right back.

“You destroy my factory every damn day, and I don’t go around stabbing you for it!”

You paused because… well, he wasn’t wrong. But you weren’t about to admit it. You started squirming, trying to free your leg, but Karl kept it pinned, clearly enjoying your struggle.

“Let me go, you asshole!” you shouted, smacking your palm against his chest repeatedly. When that didn’t work, you resorted to pinching his nipple and twisting it hard.

Karl howled in pain then shoved you back with enough force to send you stumbling a few steps. He clutched his chest where you’d inflicted your very justified revenge.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” he snapped, glaring at you as if you were the unreasonable one in this situation.

“Oh, I don’t know, Karl,” you shot back, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Maybe it’s the fact that you tried to crush me with your giant freaking hammer? Or maybe it’s because my bed is now a pile of rubble! Take your pick!”

Karl rolled his eyes like you were being dramatic. “I wasn’t actually trying to crush you,” he muttered, straightening up.

“Oh, well, that makes it so much better,” you retorted, throwing your hands in the air. “Next time, just say you’re summoning me instead of trying to turn me into factory paste!”

Karl gave you a lopsided grin—the kind that said he knew exactly how much he was irritating you and enjoyed every second of it. “What’s the fun in that? I figured this would wake you up quicker.”

“Wake me up quicker?!” You were practically foaming at the mouth now. “Karl, I’m going to—”

“Relax, will you? You’re fine. Aren’t you?” He gestured to you dismissively, as if nearly killing you was a minor inconvenience.

You glared at him, hands clenching into fists. “Oh, I’m fine all right. Fine enough to kick your ass.”

Karl laughed, loud and hearty, like you’d just told the funniest joke he’d heard all week. “Kick my ass? Sure, sweetheart. I’d like to see you try.”

You didn’t need more of an invitation. Fueled by your rage, you lunged at him again, this time aiming for his smug face. Karl caught your wrist mid-air, holding it with ease like you were a misbehaving child.

“You’ve got spirit, I’ll give you that,” he said, his voice taking on a mocking, almost paternal tone. “But you’re gonna need a lot more than that to take me down.”

You gritted your teeth, twisting in his grip. “Let me go, Magnet, or I swear—”

“What? You’ll scream at me some more? Maybe try to stab me again? Face it, Y/N—you’re all bark and no bite.”

Something about his tone, that mix of smugness and amusement, made your blood boil. Without thinking, you lifted your free hand and slapped him across the face. Hard.

The sound echoed through the room, and for a moment, both of you froze.

Karl slowly turned his head back to look at you, his expression shifting from shock to something much darker. His lips curled into a wicked grin, and his eyes gleamed with a dangerous glint.

“Bad move,” he said, his voice low and gravelly.

Before you could respond, Karl tightened his grip on your wrist and yanked you forward, spinning you around so your back was pressed against his chest. He trapped your arms at your sides, holding you firmly in place.

“Let me go, you overgrown magnet!” you hissed, thrashing against him.

He chuckled, the sound rumbling in his chest behind you. “Not until you calm down, sweetheart. You’ve caused enough damage for one day.”

“You’re the one who broke my bed!”

“And you’re the one who stabbed me!”

You opened your mouth to retort but quickly realized you didn’t have much of an argument there. Instead, you let out a frustrated growl and stomped on his foot as hard as you could.

Karl flinched but didn’t let go. “Nice try, but it’s gonna take more than that to shake me off.”

You stopped struggling for a moment, breathing hard, and craned your neck to glare up at him. “I hate you.”

He smirked, leaning closer until his lips were near your ear. “No, you don’t.”

“Can you now untie me?” you asked Tsu’tey for the fourth time.

He growled but finally untied your wrists. Yey. You rubbed them to ease the stinging sensation.

As you were doing so, Tsu’tey was observing you. You didn’t know what he was looking at, but you almost growled at the man. Suddenly, you felt two hands grab your shoulders and his hot breath on your ear.

“If you try something funny, I’m tying you up—and punishing you in a different way.”

At that, your instinct was to punch him. He almost fell backward—of course that was going to happen if the fucker didn’t have a hold on you.

You heard him groan, and then he turned you around by force and pinned you down.

“What the fuck?! Let me go!” you screamed at him.

He didn’t answer. As you fought his hold, Tsu’tey leaned into your shoulder and bit you, making you hiss in pain. For a moment, you stopped fighting. But in your mind, you weren’t giving up.

When he almost pulled away, you wiggled to get free—but the bastard bit you harder, making you freeze again. At that, you kicked at him, officially pissed off. You connected with his side, and he stopped biting you.

He got angry, grabbed your hair, and slammed your head into the floor, making you dizzy. In that moment of disorientation, he held you down. When you came to, you felt his mouth on one of your breasts. You almost moaned, but bit your lip hard—so hard it bled.

You tried to break free but found him holding you down with his weight. You kicked again, and that only gave him the advantage of grabbing your leg with his other hand. You closed your eyes, trying not to lose yourself to the sensation of his skilled mouth on your nipple. He bit, sucked, played with it like he owned it—something that only fueled your anger.

You felt aroused and furious.

You wiggled your torso, trying to escape, but he bit down harder, making you whine—and with that whine, a moan slipped out. You shut up fast. You weren’t okay with giving in to the man who had been beating you up—but damn, his mouth was skilled.

And you weren't sure what was going to happen next—only that he tied your hands again, this time behind your back so your own body weight subdued you.

You wiggled, but he punched you—making you bite your tongue again. This time, you swore you could taste blood. You were so lost in that thought that you only came back when you felt a hand between your legs.

You growled, kicking at him and managing to strike the side of his head with your knee.

“Looks like you need to be taught who your superior is,” he growled—a hint of want in his voice that made your knees weak. You should’ve known the kick wouldn’t make him stop.

He grabbed your knee, lifted your leg to the side—almost exposing your most intimate area to his aroused, angry self. He grabbed your garment and pushed it out of the way, wanting to get a whiff of your arousal. You tried to stop him, but you couldn’t. He had you pinned down.

He pulled your leg over his shoulder, bringing his face close to your core. He let out a low growl—and it made you weaker.

That’s when you felt him bite hard on your inner thigh, making you whine again.

“This is how I want you,” he growled in a deep voice.

He stared at you. When he saw you were barely fighting anymore, he growled again.

“What, not so strong anymore? Are you that desperate for me to please your every need?” he said with a cocky tone.

At that moment, his bite moved to your hip, and then down your center, teasing you. Your hips moved on their own—and he bit you again, making you yelp.

“Be a good girl and don’t move,” he growled from between your legs.

He grabbed your tail while his mouth continued its ministrations, and then his lips found your clit. That was when your hips bucked upward, grinding your pussy onto his face. He growled and pinned your hips down as he flicked his tongue on your sensitive bundle of nerves—rough, deliberate. His teeth grazed your clit, and the sensation made you moan.

He growled while watching you, pulling away from your clit only to focus on the rest of your pussy. He opened you wide. You closed your eyes, embarrassed by what he was seeing.

He laughed at your embarrassment.

And without warning, he pushed a finger inside your pussy.

“And here I thought I needed to prepare you,” he growled.

“Shut up,” you hissed.

That was all you could say before he began pumping his finger in and out. You could feel his eyes on you. You looked away, trying to escape, arching your back—but as always, the fucker had tied you down well.

Then he inserted a second finger, curling it to find your G-spot. Your head rolled back, slamming against the floor. His mouth returned to your clit, torturing it while pleasure swirled in your stomach, building fast.

But just as you were screaming—he stopped.

Leaving you a whining mess.

He looked at you, and at that point, you didn’t care. You felt his hands grab you as he lifted your hips indecently.

Seconds later, your eyes snapped open at the sudden intrusion—there he was, the mighty Tsu’tey, thrusting himself balls deep into you.

The pain from his sudden entry, combined with the pent-up tension, had you moaning and climaxing instantly. He bit your neck hard as your walls clenched around him.

He bit deep enough to draw blood, but the pain was drowned out by the intense pleasure from his violent thrusts. His tail wrapped around your leg as your legs wrapped around his hips. He fucked you hard and good, like he’d wanted it for years.

His mouth returned to your breast, biting down and leaving a mark.

“Look at that, whining for more,” he growled. “Who’s your superior now?”

You didn’t answer, so he stopped thrusting.

“You. You!” you yelped, feeling your second orgasm approaching. He must’ve felt it, because once your high passed, he resumed pounding into you. You were lost—moaning his name, cursing him.

“Holy shit, Tsu’tey!” you screamed.

But the fucker stopped again, just as you were about to tip over the edge. You screamed in frustration.

Then, just as you were losing your mind, he resumed—fucking you harder.

Tsu’tey bit your neck again. Your legs started to shake. He went faster, rougher, until your eyes rolled back and darkness overtook you as your orgasm crashed through you. You even thought you might’ve peed yourself.

He didn’t stop.

He fucked you hard and raw through the high, thrusting one last time—so deep you swore you could feel him in your stomach. He came, spilling inside you, letting out a sensual, guttural male moan as his eyes closed and his head tilted back.

You growled, pissed off.

“You could have pulled out!” you screamed.

He growled, grabbed your chin, and made you look him in the eyes.

You growl in frustration, before you can press, he graves you by the hair and hoists you up throwing you to the corner, you yelp at the hit, and clearly once again on the floor, you flip to your back just in time as he holds you by the wrists and ties your wrists together, “what are you doing?!” you protest, “subduing you” he growls, not stopping to look at you in the eyes, once he had you tied up and ”subdued”, he steps back to look at you, you give him the best death stare you can manage to perform, which makes him smile in a cocky way, how much you hate him, that smile always made you want to claw his eye out, just to see him fall for once.

You start to wiggle to get free, but it's useless, the man tied the rope good enough to make it hard for you to untie yourself, "I'll be back you just have to be a good girl and I won't harm you more" he says, you hiss at him one last time, "do I have to put something over that mouth of yours so you stop doing that?" he growls, you roll your eyes in an attempt to be defiant to his clear power over you, "that is what I thought" he growls looking pissed off, with that he walks away leaving you tied in a corner.

Wile he was away, you didn’t stay put, you fought against your restraints, accidentally ting them tighter and going anywhere with it, you growl in frustration, you stop when you hear Tsu’tey’s voice at the distance, he came back with half of a Yovo fruit, you arch a brow at him, “I’m not a fucking bird tsu’tey, that will not do to satisfy the hunger” you growl at him, he leaves the food in front of you, “you should have behaved then” he replies in a serious tone, after he holds the fruit in front of you so you can eat it, you decide to bite him as well just to remind him how angry you are with him, he hisses and slaps you throwing your head to the side, making you yelp and biting your tongue in the presses, striking your tong out of your mouth so the stinging sensation fades away you feel his gaze boring to you, he growls one last time and power walks away.

After that you manage to fall asleep, only to be awakened some time later by tsu’tey yanking you up still with your wrists tied, he makes you walk out of the clans lands him walking right behind you, its middle of the night and no one sees you nor tsu’tey walking out, he makes you stop in front of a Pa’li, he picks you up by your armpits and pulls you up onto the beast's back, and after he connects his tswin to the beast and jumps on its back just behind you, holding to your hip so you don't fall he makes the beast gallop away from the clan lands, you have to lean back on him so you don't fall, and the simple act makes you despise everything, he is so close while the mount gallops your hips sway with his making it feel like if it were an intimate thing, “where are you taking me?” you ask but Tsu’tey doesn’t answer, grate, you don't know where he is taking you, you are tied up, and he is holding you by the waist like if you were lovers, after what seems an eternity you ask him again with no response, although you can feel him brooding on your back, “I’m hungry, and I’m tired” you say, “can you keep quiet” he finally snaps, “if you want me to shut up, I need food, sleep and information to where you are taking me” you snap back, he sighs like if you were the most insufferable thing in this world, “good luck buddy, I’m not happy as well” you feel his hand tighten on your hip “lean on me” he finally says while brooding, “what?” you say, he growls “I said lean on me and try to sleep” you look at your back to see he was the same man who was beating you up nothing more than 3 hours ago, you narrow your eyes, but you do as he says, and you lean on his shoulder, closing your eyes you drift off to sleep.