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It had become a game.

One that only the two of you knew about. A twisted little game that had your blood running hot each time you played. Each time you won.

You had to question though, were there really any winners? When you left, veins still filled with ice towards each other, that was never enough to stem the fire between you? 

Ralu would certainly never win this game. He had become nothing more than a pawn, meant only for destruction in aid of your goal to rile Neteyam up just enough to get what you wanted. It had become increasingly effective as he became more desperate, always left hanging, never quite getting enough from your touch.

“Come, Sevin. It’s been so long.” His arms wrap around your middle, pulling you into his body, his arousal pushing against your rear. His lips brush against your ear, an attempt at seduction made through low whispers. “Why don’t we take a visit to those caves you like so much?”

The twist in your stomach is not from his words, but the memory it elicits. Of hands around your throat, fingers caught in hair and you on your hands and knees. It’s not Ralu that has your core throbbing, not even as he strokes gentle patterns into your skin or the subtle roll of his hips against you.

It’s the eyes you find on you from across the camp. His fathers hand on his shoulder, and whatever the Olo’eyktan is telling him don’t seem to be important enough to hold his attention, and they’re not enough to tear his gaze from the hand that gets closer to your loincloth by the second.

It’s dizzying. Your pupils blown wide from the thrill. Neteyam hated when you touched Ralu, he’d been clear enough on that in the way he’d left your legs trembling last time you’d been caught, but he had never seen Ralu touch you. You never let it get this far, but now with all the blood rushing to your core in anticipation, you can’t help but take the risk.

Your fingers intertwine with the hand against your skin, trapping it against your stomach and your eyes are met with a furious gaze as you lean into Ralu’s welcoming hold. 

“It has been a while.” There’s a soft hiss in your ear as you press back into him, his length pressing more urgently against you. Any concern you have about stalling only lasts a second. Neteyam excuses himself from the conversation with his father, and sets a rapid pace over to you. “I don’t think I can last the journey.”

Turning in his grasp, you meet his hungry eyes and run a hand down his heaving chest, settling a palm on his stomach. "And I don't think you can last either."

A shiver runs down your spine, when his eyes leave yours, widening in surprise as he tries to gain composure over his body. With fear or respect, his back straightens, an attempt at a casual expression on his face as he adjusts his loincloth. Your tewng nearly soaks through at the mere thought that it's the former that has Ralu so shaken.

"Lo'ak needs to see you."

Ralu doesn't even get a chance to speak before Neteyam's voice, so low that it's almost a growl, is in your ear.

"I'm sure Lo'ak can wai-"

"He can't." A hand wraps around your arm, threatening to bruise and you know you have truly won this time, even before you turn and catch the rage on his face. And for a moment, Ralu disappears, the rest of the clan an afterthought and all that’s left is you and him. A smirk, a glare and a promise of punishment.

“Ah Neteyam, I’m sure you’re brother won’t mind if she swings by later. I’ll make sure she sees him myself.” Your heads turn at the same time and Ralu takes a step back, hands raised in surrender. “I guess you must really go now.”

Neteyam practically tears your shoulder from its socket when he drags you away, and you have to run a little to match his pace. Whatever was left of the Olo’eyktan’s eldest son seemed to have slipped away as he ignored the eyes of the clan that followed your hurried exit. Had you finally pushed him over the edge after years of failed attempts? 

He pushes you through the entry of your Marui and you catch yourself before you stumble over your feet but it does nothing to save you from the ground. He has you beneath him in a matter of seconds, hands held above your head in a vice grip. 

“I bet you thought that was funny.”

“Hilarious.” You spread your legs wide, allowing him room to slot himself between them. He’s rock hard, wound up as much as you are when his hips press against yours. “But you have to admit, the way you ran across camp? Hysterical.”

“Oh yeah?” The raise of his brow bone has your thighs tightening around his hips, pulling him closer to you, gaining some friction that you desperately need. “Do you know what I found hilarious?” The hand not restraining your wrists makes quick work of untying the strings of your loincloth. “It’s only been a week and you’re already so desperate you’d throw yourself at him.” His fingers glide through your dripping folds until they find your clit, wasting no time in circling the swollen bud.

Your back arches, eyes fluttering shut as you give into the sensation, until it’s torn away. Your eyes shoot open, glaring up at him.

“Eyes on me Tìyawn. Don’t take them off me, not for a second.” Your face flushes. The one thing you could always count on with Neteyam was that it was always just sex. Hot, rough and fast. Impersonal. But this, this felt different. As he stared into your eyes, undoing his own loincloth and though everything in you screamed to disobey, to look away and keep it all from becoming real, but you can’t tear your eyes from his.

Not as he lines himself up with your entrance or when he pushes in agonisingly slow. You watch every contortion of his face as your cunt takes him in, squeezing his cock as it stretches you open. You watch his mouth drop open as he starts to roll his hips against yours, and the way his eyes go dark as he looks down at you.

“I think you’re confused Tìyawn.” He picks up the pace, has you keening as his tip hits your sweet spot. “I thought you’d got the message.” His hips are brutal, eyes intense as they bore into you. “Ralu certainly hasn’t… We need to do something about that.”

You’re too lost in the moment, moaning as he impales you with his cock, the force increasing with each thrust until there’s little thought left in your mind except pleasure and Neteyam. And you don’t realise what he means until his teeth are grazing the sensitive skin on your neck.

You cry out, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes as he sinks his teeth in, a mix of pain and pleasure and fear for what this all means.

“Netey-AH” His mouth latches over the wound, tongue swirling over the punctures in your skin, and the raw sensation paired with the brutal pace in which he slams into you, has you seeing stars and pulling at the grip he has on your wrists.

“You left your mark on me, it’s only fair I return the favour.” He stops his assault on your neck, his nose barely an inch from yours, relentless in fucking you until you’re barrelling over the edge, cunt convulsing around his length until he falls over it with you, spilling his hot seed into you as you milk him dry. 

"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.

“So, same time tomorrow?” you ask between heavy breaths while you watch Lo’ak tie his loincloth back around his waist. Remnants of him still sit in your skin where your bodies pressed together and his sweat mixed with yours making your individual scents almost indistinguishable.

“Can’t. I’m going away for a few nights.” He says simply.

“Where you running off to?” you tease sitting up.

“If you must know, my rut is approaching and I’m going away for a few nights to ride it out.”

“Why would you do that? We literally fuck all the time. Why put yourself through the torture instead of just staying here?” It made perfect sense in your mind. You and Lo’ak weren’t dating or mated or anything of the sort. You were just having fun blowing off some steam together. And you like it like this. It was comfortable. But Lo’ak thinks that’s one of the craziest ideas you’ve ever had.

“Are you serious? My rut is nothing like when we fuck regular. I have absolutely no control over what I say or do. I’d break you.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” You smirk at him.

“Cute.” He rolls his eyes at you.

“I’m just saying, it sounds like you’re making this harder on yourself than it needs to be.”

“Well, that’s your opinion. Either way, it’s just how it is. But when I’m back, I’ll make it up to you.” He sends you a cheeky wink before making his way out of your home.

…

So you know that this probably isn’t the smartest thing you’ve ever done, but you’re just too damn curious for your own good. You follow Lo’ak to a cave deep into the forest where he brings a surplus of supplies with him to get him through his rut. Skins full of water, various meats, and fruits. You make yourself comfortable up on the tall branch that you were perched on and wait until eclipse when he’s settled.

Once it’s dark and he seems to have turned in for the night, you finally make your move. Your movements are nearly silent as you make your way down from the branch and into the cave. There’s a small fire crackling nearby and Lo’ak seems to be asleep already. Even from here, you can already smell the change in his pheromones wafting off his skin towards you. His scent makes your mouth start salivating from how you could just devour him right now. You know you probably shouldn’t, but you just can’t help yourself when you inch closer towards him and check that he’s sleeping. His breathing is even and his whole body is still. Well, almost his whole body. Your eyes trail down to his tewng where his cock is already twitching in its confines. There’s the beginnings of sweat beads forming on his forehead and you just know that his rut is already starting to take ahold of him.

Just knowing how he was begging to be set free made this strong heat build in your belly. You needed him. It was like his body knew you were there and was calling out to you. You carefully, slowly reach out your hand and slide it under his loincloth to stroke him. Damn, he’s so hard already. You imagine it must be a little painful for him to be like this with no relief. Dribbles of precum leak from the tip and you swipe them with your thumb to use for lubrication. The more you stroke him, the thicker his scent gets in your nose. It makes your head feel dizzy.

But before you can go any further, a strong hand grips your wrist stilling your movements. Your eyes shoot up to Lo’ak’s face who was now awake and looking at you with eyes a darker shade than you’ve ever seen on him.

“You just don’t listen do you?” his voice is a low growl that reverberates through your body making you shiver.

“Ah—I w-was just…you see—it’s not—”

“Save it.” He cuts you off pulling your hand from his dick. He sits up still holding onto your wrist and leaning in closer to your face. The blush on your cheeks is more than evident with him being so close and smelling like he does right now.

“Just so desperate for my dick, huh?” he tilts his head while his eyes scan over your face and body hungrily.

You try to weigh your options right now. You could try to deny it and end up in a power struggle that you’d surely lose. Or…

“Mhm” you nod your head and shamefully admit what you both already knew. Lo’ak huffs out a small laugh. His free hand grabs your face to make you look him in the eye.

“Fine, princess. I’ll give you what you want, but you better take it. That means you better not fucking run from me. Understand?”

You swallow hard and nod your head without really thinking about it. A devilish grin creeps onto his face and you start to get the sinking feeling that you may have made a mistake. But there’s no getting out of this now.

He takes his hands off of you and takes a step back to look you over. His dark eyes trail over you the same way a predator eyes meek prey. This is the first time that his gaze on your body has actually made you squirm in your skin.

“You know how I like it.” He says as his fingers work at undoing the tie on his tewng. You wiggle out of your own loincloth and turn around pressing your chest to the ground and leaving your hips up in the air. Your tail reflexively curls down to cover your slick covered pussy feeling him get closer.

“Don’t hide her from me.” He demands yanking your tail back up to completely expose yourself to him while he licks his lips at the sight of how your arousal is literally dripping out of you.

His thumbs spread you open so he can admire the pretty shade of pink of your core between your puffy pussy lips. The smell of your arousal is almost as thick in the air as his pheromones.

You mentally prepare yourself for the stretch, but what you aren’t ready for is him to bottom out in you with one quick snap of his hips. Lightning strikes from the base of your tail to your head. Your eyes shoot open and a small scream jumps from your mouth.

“Ah! Lo’ak!” you yell, but he can’t bring himself to care about whatever protests you were about to make before he starts pounding into your heat. His speed and his strength he’s putting behind his thrusts are merciless. He cares nothing for your small screams and broken moans. Your arms search and fumble around in front of you trying to claw at the ground to pull yourself forward and relieve some of the pressure. Big mistake. All that earns you is a strong smack on your ass.

“You trying to run from me?” he asks darkly.

All you can offer him is a whimper in response. Another smack lands in the same spot and you cry out.

“Fuck! Lo’ak, please! I’m sorry!”

He places a hand on your back and leans forward with all his body weight anchoring you in place. The ground scrapes against the skin of your chest where he has you pinned.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he says and it almost sounds like a threat.

With all his weight on you and the angle he has your hips in, it feels like your back may snap in half. Not to mention the constant pounding of his cock into your cervix has your vision going blurry and drool running out the corner of your mouth.

With his face so close to you, Lo’ak can clearly smell your scent emanating from your exposed neck. He breathes in long, heady breaths of you and it makes his mind melt into his most primal impulses. With just a little extra stretch, his lips ghost over your shoulder looking for the perfect spot.

“W-wait!”

But it’s pointless. He sinks his teeth into your unmarked flesh and your body completely submits to his desires while he continues to drill you from behind. He’s never marked you before as a personal rule he had for himself but now he just groans against you when he licks away the drops of blood spilling from your new punctures.

“Ahhn….Lo’ak! I’m so close!”

“Fuck…” he mutters under his breath. “Yeah, cum on my dick while I fill this pussy.”

“D-don’t!” you whine. “I might get pregnant!” you can’t even manage to sound convincing to your own ears right now with the whimpers and mewls he’s making you spill.

“Good” he grunts out speeding up his pace. “Want you full…Give you a baby…” he’s almost fully incoherent as his knot starts to swell at the base of his already huge cock. You can feel how hard he’s pushing trying to fit it inside of you.

“Mmmffuuuck! Lo’ak! Lo’ak! I’m going to cum!” the pressure in your core is dangerously close to bursting. Your words are slightly muffled from your face pressing into the ground, but he can still hear you. Even if he still isn’t fully in his right mind.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum too! Oh, fuck, gonna cum inside this tight little pussy. Need you to take it all.” His eyes roll back feeling his approaching high.

His hips thrust into you slowly, but full force. After a couple more snap, snap, snap of his hips into yours, his knot pops into you pushing past the resistance of your clenching hole and you let go with a loud, pornographic moan. Lo’ak’s name rolls off your tongue in a never-ending string and he finally spills into you.

He cums more than you’ve ever seen him do and if it weren’t for his knot plugging you up, it definitely would’ve overflowed back out of you.

He finally takes his weight off of you and your body goes limp on the ground, only being held up by your hips where you were still tied to him.

He lays down on his side with your back to his chest and he folds an arm around your middle and pulls you more into him. He’s regained enough clarity to remember that you like being held after sex. “Are you alright?” he mutters behind you.

“Mhm” you squeak out.

He presses a light kiss to the back of your neck. And then another. And another. Your scent is already enticing him again. He groans in pleasure and frustration at the fact that he was still stuck inside of you. All he can do for now is roll his hips against the plush of your ass while his panting breaths fan your skin. This was going to be a long couple of days.

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Tonight had seemed like any regular night. You had finally convinced your mate to put aside his duties to accompany you on a hunt for some very much needed alone time. The two of you had been following the tracks of a yerik for some time now, but the more you followed, the more sporadic and frantic it’s feet seemed to have moved, that is until you finally found it’s corpse. The sight was awful, the poor creature had been completely torn up as if someone had put in through a meat grinder, completely shredded, it was hardly even recognizable as a yerik. “Great mother…” Neteyam whispered in hushed horror as he cautiously analyzed the corpse from a safe distance. “It’s awful… I’ve never seen anything like this. What do you think killed it?” You ask, voice slightly trembling as the air around you suddenly seemed heavy and hard to breathe. An uncomfortable turning in your stomach was screaming at you to flee, not to look, but it was too horrible to look away from. “We should go, it isn’t safe out here. Whatever did this can’t be far-“, “Neteyam…” your eyes had wandered to a far off tree where a whimpering viperwolf laid on its side. Something… something was off about it. Something you couldn’t quite place, but it looked injured. Perhaps the creature that mutilated the yerik had hurt this poor wolf too. 

Although you found it odd, that the viperwolf’s pack was nowhere in sight, you slowly crept up toward the animal, who had its right paw yanked up to its chest, as if it had been hurt, “Y/N don’t!” You heard Neteyam called, but it was too late, the rabid animal quickly shifted to its horrifying persona and leaped forward at you, pushing your chest with such force that you fell to the ground, holding the beast at arm's length as it swung its claws at you viciously. In a matter of seconds, Neteyam was rushing over to you, his hunting knife drawn as he tackled the creature down next to you. Gasping for air, you watched as the creature struggled greatly in his grasp, wriggling so much that it managed to swipe a deep gash across Neteyam’s chest, causing your mate to stumble back allowing the animal a second opportunity of attack, biting into his arm. 

This wasn’t how this evening was supposed to go. If you had known any better you never would’ve suggested a solo hunt with your mate. You never would’ve been put in the path of a rabid viperwolf that Neteyam would consequently end up protecting you from. It’s claws slicing a deep gash in a diagonal pattern across his chest. A single cry, “Neteyam!” Followed his scream of agony. The mark burned like molten lava as Neteyam writhed in pain. Your hands frantically searched the grass for your lost bow and arrows, hurriedly grabbing them and in a blur of movements, stopped the beast in its tracks with an arrow through its skull. A brief relief melted through your body before the strangled wheezing of your mate drew your attention back to your main priority. “Nete!” You exclaim quickly falling to his side, attempting to put pressure on his wound to stop the bleeding, yet the minute your fingers grazed it, Neteyam jolted in pain instinctively using whatever strength he had to push you off. Your heart tinged in pain as you watched him.

Suddenly a loud CRACK was heard, as if someone had snapped a thick branch or a bone, and Neteyam’s body jolted, and squirmed. Your eyes frantically wandered his body trying to find a solution to the problem… and then you noticed it; his body was changing, morphing, mutating. It had started with his fangs, his mouth opening wide in an agonized snarl as his fangs grew two times their normal size. Then the skin from the middle of his forearms to his hands became dyed in a black tone blacker than night itself, his fingernails growing into sharp pointed claws. His forehead seemed to mimic the same discoloration so that the blue stripes on his head were barely visible before spreading down the center of his back, along his spine. The fur on the tip of his tail seemed to grow in length as well, even trailing up the center of his tail a bit. Your heart clenched feeling helpless only being able to watch as your mate’s body transfigured into a horrifying monster, his eyes looking to you the exact moment his pupils turned into thin slits, mimicking that of a viperwolf’s, and then it stopped. There was silence, only the sound of Neteyam’s strangled breathing as he lay on the forest floor. You felt frozen in place, your body refusing to move, only able to stare at your mate as he slowly raised himself to his hands and knees, shifting into a crouched position. “Neteyam?” You whisper in a shaky voice, thinking maybe you had been mistaken. That all of this was just a play of the light to toy with your mind, yet when his eyes met yours again, a single sniff of the air had his lips pulling back to reveal his enlarged fangs to you in a low and menacing growl, your instincts to flee immediately kicked in, scrambling to your feet the minute Neteyam lunged directly at you, just barely missing your form. 

You couldn’t bare to look back as you ran, your feet carrying your body faster than it ever had, tears threatening to overflow down your cheeks at any minute. This had to have been a dream, it couldn’t be real. There was no way you could accept that your mate was now a mindless monster, yet the loud stomping of his feet and the loud reverbed growls you heard from behind you pushed your adrenaline higher, forcing your body to its limits as you sprint faster through the thick trees. Your lungs and throat burned the further and further you pushed yourself, your body nearly felt numb from the blood rushing throughout your body. It was too much, so badly did you want to slow down and throw yourself on the ground in defeat, yet your body refused to let you, not when you felt your life was so threatened as it was. There was no destination, no safe haven to where you could escape, he just kept racing after you. If you went back to hometree you would only endanger the other members of the clan and you refused to put anymore lives at danger. 

One miscalculated step was all it took to send you flying into the rough floor of the forest, littering your body in small cuts and bruises. Just as you turned onto your back, your hands shielded your face as you came face to face with the deformed Neteyam. In a matter of seconds you were pinned beneath him, his hot breath fanning against your face in the form of heavy growls. Staring up into his face, you longed to reach out for him, to  comfort him as guilt completely consumed your mind. It was your fault that this happened, everything led back to that decision to go out for a hunt this late at night. That thought alone was all it took for your tears to fall freely, as you hiccuped pathetically beneath this predator, lips quivering as your body trembled in the most primal form of fear you had ever experienced in your life. A life that you were sure was only seconds away from ending, only being able to watch as he leaned his head down to your neck, his jaws opening with another vicious snarl. Images of him tearing out your throat with his teeth entered your mind and you knew that this was exactly the moment where you would take your last breath. 

“T-Teyam I’m so sorry” you plead, not even certain that he was still able to understand you, tears streaming down your cheeks as the man you knew as your mate now glowered down at you with intense aggression, the soft passion you loved so fondly behind his eyes were no more, as this monster fully set in to the forefront of your mind. “Muntxa…” he growls, his voice deep and graveling like heavy rolling thunder. Your breath caught in your throat, holding back a sob as he leans down slowly, his large muscled frame completely blocking the moonlight above. You shut your eyes tight, fearing the worst, the end. That you would surely die by the hand of your own mate tonight. Then you feel it; the long wet drag of his tongue leaving a warm trail of saliva from your collarbone, over your neck, and all the way to your ear. A strong shiver arose through your body at the feeling. You wanted to call to him, but your voice seemed to fail you, caught in your own fright, a small almost inaudible yelp is all you can muster, as his tongue runs over your pulse a second time, a low rumbling in his chest as your scent fills and numbs his mind. 

“My muntxa…” he growls again, yet his tone now seems less aggressive. More… longing than anger, yet a deep unfamiliar rasp still lingers in his voice. A sudden grasp and yank of your top has the beads of your garment breaking and dispersing along the forest floor around you, your breasts now open to the chilling air of the night, forming your nipples into sensitive peaks. A rough and clawed hand, eagerly grasps onto your left breast hungrily, squeezing and kneading it roughly, while his lips attached themselves to your neck, the tips of his abnormally large fangs poking at your skin with each suck and lick. “Neteyam?” You whimper, cautiously moving your hands to his chest in attempts to push him back, only to be met with a warning hiss, his free hand grasping both of your wrists in one swift movement, pinning them above your head, simultaneously pushing his pelvis against your own. His throbbing erection pressed eagerly against your clothed intimates causing you to gasp at the feeling. Was he… bigger than before? 

A secure push against your intimates was all you needed to affirm your theory. He even felt heavier as he began sloppily grinding his cock against you, huffing out loud growls trying desperately to feel some sort of relief. Suddenly reeling back Neteyam bared his fangs in frustration, your heart nearly stopping as you froze in your spot on the ground, fearfully watching for his next move. His jaw continuously flexed and unflexed as he snarled, his gaze casted down to wear his cock with practically trying to break out of his tewng, before deciding he had finally had enough of his restraints and ripping the garment from his body. A shriek of fear escapes from you when his hand raced toward you, shutting your eyes tight as not to witness the horror you assumed on yourself, only to find your own loincloth torn from your body. 

The gold of his nearly pupil-less eyes gleams at the sight of your revealed cunt, a low rumbling almost like a purr sounding from his chest, while his tails sways enticingly behind him. “Muntxa…” he murmurs again, taking another whiff of your scent with his nose back at its place on your neck, his muscles visibly relaxing for a moment until they tense up again quickly after with the stroke of his shaft against your bare folds. You shiver beneath him, yet this time not in fear having finally realized that he had no intention of harming you… at least intentionally. You may survive this night after all. A soft whimper leaves your lips, exciting the possessed Na’vi above you, dragging his shaft more firmly through your pussy lips, coating the underside of his cock in your arousal, releasing a rough groan himself. 

Finally you feel your body starting to relax beneath him, allowing the pleasuring and longing in your core to numb your senses and heighten your suspension of disbelief for the time being. Then you feel it, the growing pressure of Neteyam’s thick cock head pressing at the entrance of your cunt, the sensation of a stretch that seemed long forgotten, as if you were an unplucked flower in the wind, your senses now rushing back to you in full as a hot white sting manifested between your thighs, “Ack! N-Neteyam wait!” You plead, fighting against the hold on your wrists to at least wrap your arms around him and feel the comfort of his body, gasping loudly as his tip forces its way inside of you with a fleshy ‘pop’. Your back arches immensely, crushing your breasts against his chest as you were slowly filled to the brim with more than you had ever taken in your life.

A satisfied growl vibrates through you from your connected intimates and for a moment there seemed to be a peace. A blissful quiet, as Neteyam’s jaw continued to flex and unflex, his eyes shut, enjoying the feeling of your tight walls clinging to him. Then a hushed exhale is breathed into your neck, your heart fluttering as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, giving it small comforting kitten licks. You hum contently, finally allowing your body to adjust to his massive size, reciprocating his nuzzling with your own, against the side of his head. In the midsts of your sweet cuddling, Neteyam releases your wrists from his grasp, bringing them to your hips, slowly pulling out of your stretched cunt. Confusion paints your face as he pulls away, with a hint of relief as you look into his eyes, however that relief slowly dissipates as you watch as the snarl returns to his face. In an instant you are flipped onto your stomach, breasts scratching around the rough forest floor beneath you while your hips are being pulled up and back toward the beast as he settles behind you, holding your sides securely. 

With a hasty pull of your hips and a thrusting of Neteyam’s, his cock slams into you almost as abruptly as you were flipped over. Your eyes nearly cross at the pressure at the top of your stomach, an overcome squeal bursting forth from your lungs as you are forced to take him in his entirety. You feel the ache in your core when he is stilled once more, breathing heavily into the back of your neck, again the smallest of licks are felt on your skin as he attempts to soothe you even in this consciously rigid state. Scrunching your brows and whimpering soft complaints of your discomfort, Neteyam nuzzles into the serene caress of your hair, sounding out the same purr like sound that rumbled his chest against your back and to your surprise it was in fact comforting. 

As hard as Neteyam tried to fight it, a burning fire raged in his stomach, one that provoked him enough to pull back his hips if only for a second- then with the same force he had previously entered you with, Neteyam forced his cock right back into you, bucking you forward in your position on the ground. Your feeble hands clung to the forest floor below you for stability as he repeated his aggressive thrusts over and over again, nearly knocking your legs out from under you with each assertive plunge. Your eyes watered helplessly, basking in the overindulgence of being completely filled. 

 “Ahh fuck!!” A suddenly shrieking cry burst from your throat. To say your already loud moans had changed in octave would be an understatement, having now morphed into a crescendo of pleasured wailing, pairing with the squelching noises that manifested from each passionate thrust into your sopping pussy. From behind you could hear Neteyam’s harsh panting, his claws indenting into your skin, effortlessly drawing blood as he pulls you back to meet his pelvis, skin smacking against skin on echoing slaps across the trees. As his grunts and groans became more hoarse and breathless, the fire in his loins grew hotter by the second. Neteyam’s eyes locked on the back of your neck, mentally retaliating against the carnal desire that screamed at him to go further, to mark you as his. 

The idea of the two of you already being mates wasn’t enough. He needed everyone to know. He needed something fresh. The scale in his mind tipped drastically, his self control fleeting as he went from nuzzling into your hair to sinking his teeth into your shoulder, holding you down as he greedily fucked your throbbing cunt. A searing pain spread through your shoulder, a boiling heat taking over any other feelings, dulling your senses. You wanted to scream, the fight him off, but your throat felt clogged, your own body betraying your very clear instinct to fight- to survive. Closing your eyes tightly you grit your teeth, body trembling as you pushed your voice out of your throat.

Sitting up in your hammock, your hand clutching your shoulder, you let fourth the most gut wrenching scream. Frantic hands moved to grasp you and pull you, a muffled voice calling to you, but you couldn’t hear it through your own anguish. “Y/N!” The voice finally becomes clear as firm arms circle around you from behind, pulling you into a familiar toned chest. Your voice finally died down, throat burning from the strain as you turn to see Neteyam sitting behind you, holding you tightly and securely to both stop yourself from possible injury as well as give your some sort of comfort. Your eyes blow wide as you take in his features; he looked completely normal, no black skin, no abnormally large fangs, and soft loving eyes staring back at you full on concern, “Y/N, what is wrong? Talk to me, yawne.” Neteyam urges, gently stroking your arm with his thumb. Your wide eyes drift to the spot on your arm where you sworn your mate had just bitten you, only to find nothing, not even a sting of pain. There was just nothing. “Was it a bad dream?”.

Scrunching your brows as you come down from your delusions, you stare off into the distance trying to recollect the quickly fleeting memory “I… we were on a hunt and found a rabid viperwolf… it attacked you and…” a sniffle breaks through your trembling voice, feeling your eyes begin to sting with tears as you remember the terrifying monster the love of your life had turned into in such vivid detail, suddenly feeling very overwhelmed. In a matter of seconds, your arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, your body shaking like a leaf in a storm against him now sitting sideways in his lap. “Shhh it is alright, yawne… I’m here, I am not hurt. We are okay..” Neteyam coos lovingly into your ear, gently rubbing circles into your back, peppering small kisses on your hairline, continuing to shush and rock you to calm you down. “I think maybe you should take a break from watching scary movies with Spider and Lo’ak at the lab.” Neteyam hums in a slightly playful tone, shifting his hand to hold your face, making sure you were in a sound enough state to press a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose.

“Teyam, I—“ his glare was enough for you to stop whatever half-assed apology was about to come out of your mouth. Truthfully, you had no intention of following through with any of the men you managed to seduce in the few hours you did the rounds at the party. No, there was no one that could hold even a pinky to the man you actually wanted, but you knew it wouldn’t happen without a little, well… machiavellian planning on your part. Neteyam and your relationship teetered on a fine line, an unsteady rope that would cause an unsightly fall at the gentlest gust of the wind. There were touches, intimate and moan-inducing, lingering stares that made you question your own sanity and dreams, so many of them, so many that you could never repeat out loud, that you could never even think about without blushing violently, without your loincloth dampening and nipples hardening. You could barely look him in the eye for days when they first started, but then... then you realised he felt the same when you caught him one night, vigorously pumping his throbbing, hard, thick cock, spilling whimpering moans and broken cries of your name. He came violently, moaning praises and hymns of what he'd do to you, and fuck, you knew then you wouldn't rest until every inch of your body memorised his touch by heart and his cock was buried in you so deep and often you couldn't remember what your womb felt like without it.

But time came and time passed and nothing ever happened. He was too good, too in-control of his own emotions and troubling feelings, too focused on the image he tried to hard to reflect to others to succumb to such horrible, nefarious actions. Until now, that is. You smirked a little, unable to help yourself, not when you got him exactly where you wanted him, not when it was stirring animalistic desires in you you knew he'd manage to fulfil.

“My little step-sister's such a little slut, isn't she? You obviously need to be reminded who you belong to.” 

You yelped silently as Neteyam yanked your hand and pushed you away from the crowd, manhandling your much smaller frame with ease as he dragged you to a dark, isolated corner of the village, before pushing you roughly until your back made contact with the hard, gravelly surface of a tree.

It was heaven, breakable, forbidden heaven, the way he pushed apart your legs with his thick, lustrous thigh and gave you some much-needed alleviation. It was hell, the way he didn't move or go any further, wrapping his fingers around your slim throat and squeezing until whatever little breath he didn't manage to already take away was trapped in you, just like you were trapped in him.

"What do you have to say for yourself, huh? Throwing yourself at anyone with a pulse, like a whore. You're a Sully now, that fucking means something, do you hear me?"

You could hear him, but you couldn't answer, not when he was still holding you by the throat, restricting your movement and your ability to speak, not when your head felt lightheaded and your tewng wetter with every second passed.

"Are you so desperate to get fucked, little sis? This needy little cunt so desperate you'd settle for any low-life, huh?"

He released you then and you moaned, bucking your hips so you'd get the friction you desperately wanted, almost euphoric when he seemed to listen and he undid your loincloth expertly, uncovering your dripping folds. He wasted no time stroking his fingers against you, circling your clit with his thumb while pushing two long digits in your sopping entrance, finding the spot that made you see stars instantly, incessant in his attempt to bring you to your knees in the shortest amount of time possible.

"But it's not just any of them you want, mm? No... not when you whisper my name in the dead of night when you think we're all asleep. Not when you touch yourself while calling for your big brother to come and show you how you need to be treated."

He didn't stop until you came, loudly screaming his name, hoping no one could hear the way you were coming apart on your big brother's fingers.

When the high settled, he took off his own clothes, lifting you in the air by the back of your knees, holding you easily up while he dragged his tip teasingly against your folds, over and over, enjoying seeing you squirm from both overstimulation and need.

"You're mine. Do you hear me?"

He thrust his whole length into you in a one fell swoop, easy at it's ever going to be with the amount of slick running down your legs and down his heavy balls, yearning to spill their load in your tight pussy. You felt him everywhere - so fucking big, so full of him you could feel it in your belly, in the way he was pushing the skin there upwards, a bump clearly visible as he entered you to the hilt.

"Y-yes! Fuck, yes!"

You sobbed when he buried his head in your neck and sunk his sharp, deadly canines into the sensitive skin, the piercing pain heightening the pleasure of his ministrations, the way he was bouncing you on his cock like you were a weightless doll, using you as his own personal cock-sleeve.

"Fucking. Say. It."

He increased the force of his thrusts with each word uttered, highlighting their importance and the feral ways by which your presence in his life possessed him, it made him an unleashed animal who needed to own you, to rut into you until every ridge of his cock was imprinted in your walls. You tried to speak in between each impetuous onslaught, the pleasure so earth-shattering all you managed were stutters and whimpered attempts.

"Yours! All yours! On-only yours!"

Lapping at your neck until every drop of your blood was coating his tongue, he kissed you, rough and untamed, moaning when your tongue pushed past his lips and danced with his own, loving the feel of you on him, impatient to taste your own cum when he'd spit it in your mouth.

"That's right. Mine." he was so big, splitting you open with every bruise against your cervix, and you could feel another wave of pleasure close to crashing into you with enough force to crumble you. So close... oh, so close.

"Squeezing me so well, fuck. So fucking needy for big brother's cock, you want to milk me dry, isn't that right?"

You nod wildly against his lips, and he smirks as he breaks the kiss to look at you, to take in all your fierce, ethereal beauty.

"Come for me, then. Come for me and take it, sis. Don't you dare waste a single drop."

Your parents had raised you right, to be kind, respectful, honest and caring of everyone around you. They had wanted all 3 of their children to grow up the same with equal treatment and equal opportunity in this world. But you were the one who bore all of the responsibility out of all your siblings.

You were next in line to be olo'eykte, a weight on your shoulders that felt like the pressure of the ocean was bearing down on you.

You did everything anyone asked without question, and presented yourself with utmost respect. Your father had always said ‘if you are to be the next leader of this clan you must act like it’ and that was just another reason you pushed yourself so hard to work toward being the best leader the metkayina had ever seen.

But you always bore the weight of being the eldest, your sister Tsireya and brother Ao’nung never had to deal with such things. So carefree and happy, no responsibilities. You always wondered why your mother and father were so easy on your brother and sister but hardest on you, until it became clear at a young age you were chosen to lead.

When the sully’s came to awa’atlu seeking sanctuary, your father didn’t hesitate to let them stay, you mother on the other hand was weary of the new strangers, claiming they weren’t true na’vi and had demon blood. It was off putting to hear, because your mother was the most respectful person you had met.

You didn’t see the children or Jake any less than you or anyone in the clan, even if some of their children were different.

But your eyes locked with one particular male, who made your tail swish with excitement.

The eldest.

“My daughter Tsireya and our son Ao’nung will teach your children our ways' Your father said, and you knew you would not be included in their lessons because you had more important responsibilities 

But that didn’t stop you from checking up on your sister's lessons each day to make sure she was teaching the new arrivals correctly. You didn’t doubt her teachings per day but more so wanted an excuse to see the oldest sully boy. Who made your heart patter each time you say him or a faint blush fill your cheeks when he said hi.

“Sister!” You called old to the younger girl who was standing next to the youngest sully brother, in waist deep water, teaching him how to ride an ilu.

Tsireya was smitten already, taking time out of her day to train with him one on one and you could tell that they were destined to become mates. It warmed your heart but you wished you could also find someone special to call your own.

She waved at you from across the water as you made your way from the shore toward the group.

Even though the new arrivals had only been here a short time they were all taking to the water rather quickly. Wading in the water, you dove head first under the surface and swam with grace to the group.

Reaching them just in time to watch Lo’ak get ripped off the ilu, your idiot brother laughing amongst his friends. “Look at this guy, his legs are too thin!” One shouted out, you hissed, slapping the younger male on his chest. “Do not, Ao’nung, reign in your friends before I do.” You snapped, glaring at your younger brother.

Out of the corner of your eye you could see Neteyam boring eyes into your face, making your cheeks turn a light purple. Once Lo’ak swam back, joining the group, Tsireya reassured him. “You’ll get it soon, just a few more tries.” She smiled.

“Shouldn’t you be training with our father, sister?” She asked you politely. You knew you should be training, but you desperately wanted a break. You told your father that you’d be gone only for a little while to rest. “Yes, I just wanted to check up on you,” You could feel everyone’s eyes on you, and nervously you tucked a curly lock behind your ear, while clearing your throat. “Well after last meal, Roxto and I were going to take Neteyam, Lo’ak and Kiri to the rocks, to teach some breathing techniques. If you’d like to join?”

It was kind of your sister to include you in such activities. She always did, even if she knew you had a lot on your plate. “I don’t know Reya, I have so much to do-“ you trailed off, thinking of an excuse, but couldn’t find one. “You’re the best diver the clan has seen, oh please sissy?” That was true, you were a great diver, and hunter. Along with many other things you’ve picked up over the years. You had to know an array of skills. It was almost customary that the olo’eytke knew how to do everything from hunting, diving, healing, weaving and more.

You couldn’t resist your younger sister, you would find an excuse to tell your father, and just hope one that would be accepting. “Okay, sure.” You smiled at the young girl and watched her squeal. It was almost embarrassing, as the others watched your interaction between the 2 of you. But you didn’t mind. Clearing your throat you waved goodbye, but not before locking eyes with Neteyam. The corner of your lips turned up and you waved shyly at him before diving off toward the shore.

The hours seemed to drag, your father had you helping with Jake Sully’s training, teaching him how to ride a tsurak. The man kept falling off over and over and you were growing impatient watching eclipse slowly starting to take over. You were antsy and Tonowari could tell. “Daughter, why don’t you call it a night, rest back at your marui and we can all try again tomorrow.” He looked briefly at you before turning to Jake who looked absolutely worn out, sunken eyes and dreads out of place from the salty sea water.

You tried to hide your excitement, by just flashing him a smile, “Really? Would it be okay if I saw the others? Check up on Reya? She asked me to help,” your voice cautious, hoping your father would let you relax for just one night. “Ma’ite,” The man’s face hardened as he looked at you but before he could continue Jake spoke up. “Why not? Let the kid enjoy just one night. I was thinking about going flying with Neytiri tonight anyway, my old lady has been beggin’ me to go out,” The omatikaya man flashed a wink at you. “Okay, but don’t stay up too late-“

“Oh thank you sempul! Thank you! I promise I won’t!” You said excitedly before running through the knee deep water. “Make sure to be up early in the morning ma’ite!” He called out just before you reached the shore.

It was well past eclipse by the time you went to the rock wall to meet up with your sister. You were surprised to find that Tsireya and Lo’ak had already left, and Roxto was about to head back to the village too. “Hey! Sorry I’m late!” You called out to the trio, as they were standing up, getting ready to leave.

"Hey!" Roxto waved, "We were just about to head back to the village. It's past eclipse and we have to get home, want me to walk you?"

You shyly waved your hand toward him, "'Nah, no it's okay, just wish I caught you guys in time." Disappointment evident in your voice.

What surprised you next was Neteyam, "Well I could use some more practice on my breathing techniques." He smiled sweetly your way. Awkwardly keeping your eyes down on the ground you nodded softly. "Yeah sure I can help you."

"I'll walk you home, Kiri," Roxto grabbed Kiri's arm, ushering her away. "We'll see you around!" Kiri called out and jumped on Roxto's ilu.

You didn't really believe Neteyam needed more practice, maybe he was just being kind, offering you some company. He knew what it was like back home to bear all of the responsibility, and rarely getting any free time. But soon practice turned into walks on the beach, almost every night. And as the months seemed to pass you grew closer and closer with the Omatikaya man developing a crush that you wished would turn into something more.

"Look at this shell Teyam!" You were slightly ahead of him, walking on the soft sand. The moonlight was casting shadows against the ocean waves. It was a calm, beautiful night. You held up the iridescent shell between your fingers, waving your hand at him to come see. Even though your training kept you busy during the day, when night would come you always made time for your best friend.

"It's beautiful, just like you tanhì." He smiled, grabbing your hand and taking a closer look at the shell. You loved his compliments that would slip out occasionally, and the little nicknames he had for you. It always made you giggle and your heart fluttered when his cheeks would turn purple.

You both grew closer by the passing minutes, lingering touches and soft whispers to sneak out late after eclipse had fallen. It was perfect or you told yourself. 

“Lets go to the spirit tree then!” Tsireya had suggested, as the group was all gathered on one of the small islands outside the village. The sun was quickly fading and it was the perfect time almost being eclipse. Your father had luckily granted you a free day to spend with your sister since Jake was coming along with his training so most of the day was spent with Neteyam and your sister. Making your way to the ancestors cove, while Neteyam kept his arms wrapped tightly around your waist while riding on his ilu you shielded your eyes from the bright sun as you reached the sacred place. “Eclipse is the best time to come here.” You whispered, turning your head to the side to look at Neteyam. You always enjoyed your rides with him, it was the few moments where you two could be close. 

Diving down toward the bright purple tree, you reached out for your kuru, connecting it to one of the giant leaves. Your eyes locked with Neteyam who was next to you smiling. 

It was cut short from the tree shutting down abruptly, which never happened. You disconnected your neural queue to see Kiri seizing underwater. Neteyam reached out to help his sister toward the surface, hoisting her body onto his ilu. “What happened? Is she breathing?” You heard Roxto asking frantically. “A seizure.” He started breathing into her mouth, and she coughed up some water but was still unconscious. 

“To the village! Hurry!” You shouted. 

2 Foreign men had showed up to the village with a strange metal transportation device. They hooked up a bunch of machines to Kiri and hovered over her. Nothing was working, for hours they were in the healing tent, before your mother marched her wait in with Tsireya close behind. “I see I am not needed here.” She muttered to Neytiri. A snarky comment, but nonetheless was needed, because you heard Neytiri shout from inside the marui. “Get out! You have done nothing!” And the two men quickly scrambled all of their supplies and left. 

Your mother was an excellent Tsahik, you never doubted her skills. She was amazing. Quickly she began her work and just as quick Kiri woke up. If felt like everyone had stopped whatever they were doing to crowd around the young girl. 

You just kept praying and giving thanks to Eywa for waking your friend. 

It was a perfect day when the Tulkun returned to the village. Stories would be told and a celebration would be held for your brothers and sisters, as they migrated to awa'atlu only once a season.

"Our friends have returned!" You heard Tsireya shout from her ilu, as she made her way toward the herd of Tulkun that had just made it back home.

You found Neteyam cleaning up in his shared marui with his family, rushing and almost knocking over Lo'ak as you entered the small space. "Chill! whoa! You trying to kill me?" Lo'ak chuckled as he stumbled back into the wall from your rough hands pushing him out of the way. "Oh don't be so dramatic Lo." You rolled your eyes at the younger brother, then smiled at Neteyam.

"Neteyam! Come, I want you to meet my spirit sister!" The horn called and soon everyone in the village was running toward the open cove. "Come on! Hurry!" You waved your hands like a mad woman and giggled as he put down the sleeping mat. His mother flashed him a warm smile then looked at you. "Okay, okay tanhì. Slow down." Neteyam grabbed your hands not even saying goodbye as you whisked him away quickly.

Riding out on an ilu together, you pointed to Tìtxur, your spirit sister who was greeting you, by doing flips in the water. "My spirit sister!" You signed to Neteyam. You felt happy, excited, that you were able to share this moment with your best friend. It was blissful.

The next morning it was raining, so no training with your father instead your mother insisted you mix up a new healing salve, made from the roots of paywll. The grave news came in the afternoon, Ro'a had been found at sea. Unfortunately dead with her calf nearby. Your mother Ronal had a breakdown and it was one of the most heart wrenching moments in your life.

"The sky people have returned! We must fight for our brothers and sisters!" Tonowari's voice boomed through the large marui used for gatherings and other events. The whole village was present and everyone was riled up, ready for war. "The sky people do not care about the great balance!" Jake's voice echoed in the room, over the shouting as you watched Neteyam urging people to shush. "Listen to my father! He speaks the truth!"

It was chaos. No one would listen. War cries filled the room and you locked eyes with Neteyam. You were frightened, and he opened his arms, wrapping them around your waist and pulling you close. For just a moment, you felt safe.

"Warn the tulkun, if they are hit by one of these-" Jake held up a large red pinger, waving it around to show the others. "They are marked for death."

You watched as Lo'ak took off, pushing his way through the crowded room and heard Neteyam growl. "I'll be back." He muttered and ran after his brother while you were tugged away by your parents. It felt like you were a worn out rope. Being pulled in opposite directions but your choice was clear. You had a duty to fulfill and responsibility came first.

You had to let Neteyam go.

Back at your parents marui, you were discussing different strategies with your father about how to handle matters with the sky people. Then Jake and Neytiri ran up, eyes wide with fear, whooping and calling to get your father’s attention. "Our kids! They have our kids! Your kids too!"

“Quickly! Call the others!” Your father shouted to 2 men, then turned to you. “On me ma’ite!” You ran after him toward the water’s edge calling your tsaruk. 

The war horn was called and every warrior in the clan rode out on their mounts. Reaching three brothers rocks, where the demon ship was, you hissed when you spotted your sister tied up with Lo'ak and little Tuk. "Father we must strike now!" You urged him, but Jake raised his hand as he heard a voice through the device around his neck.

"It's me they want. All of this is because of me." Jake looked like he had given up at this point. You thought about it and you would have risked it all if it were your children too. "This is all your fault!" Your mother, Ronal, hissed at the older omatikaya man.Only making him feel worse.

He looked defeated, ears flattening, as he made the approach toward the ship. Your eyes flickered around the water, trying to spot Neteyam. The last time you saw him was when he took off after his brother, and he didn't look very happy.

But your thoughts were soon cut short when a rogue Tulkun jumped over the ship, causing great damage to the deck and fighting back. You had never seen such a sight and when you saw the missing fin on its left side, you knew it was Payakan.

War cries broke out, people started hurtling toward the ship at full speed. Spears drawn and ready for attack. Smaller boats came out and started counter shooting at the warriors. It was a full blown skirmish. You dove your tsurak down into the water to avoid the flying bullets and resurfaced just in time to throw your spear through the chest of a sky person steering one of the boats.

Payakan had caused so much destruction to the ship a fire broke out. Suddenly it was speeding forward, crashing into a rock.

Through all the chaos, you spotted Neteyam jumping onto the ship to rescue Tuk, Lo'ak and your sister. You had to help him, if anything were to happen to Tsireya. You couldn't think about that tight now, only getting to your sister in time. "Come on!" You shouted, driving the tsurak forward into the water, rushing to get on the boat.

The damage to the ship was tremendous and many sky people had lost their lives from Payakan jumping the ship. Flying the creature toward the deck you hopped off right in time landing behind Neteyam.

"Come on bro, we've got to save Spider." You heard lo'ak say before Tsireya spotted you. "Sissy!" She called out, and your eyes narrowed. "What the hell were you thinking!? You could have gotten yourselves killed!" You yelled at Lo'ak and your sister. Your were in full blown warrior mode now, all you thought about was scolding the younger ones. "We have to get off the ship before it sinks." Neteyam said while cutting the binds off Tuk.

"What about Spider?" Lo'ak looked at his brother before turning to grab a gun and Neteyam growled. "Get Tuk out of here." He looked at you and Tsireya. 

"No. I'm coming with you Neteyam." You said sternly, unsheathing your knife and giving it a twirl in your hand. "No tanhì. Go with Tsireya and Tuk." Neteyam pushed back on your shoulder gently. "You must think I'm a fool if I'm just going to let my bestfriend chase after his idiot brother, on some suicide mission. Fuck that." You growled while pushing your way past him and following Lo'ak.

Sneaking your way in through the ship, hanging on large beams overhead, Lo'ak spotted Spider being led by 3 sky people. He pointed and you all jumped down, ambushing the group. It was easy to take out the tiny humans. Even if you didn't have a proper weapon on you, the knife still did damage. Picking up the human and plunging your knife into his chest you threw him off the deck and turned to Neteyam nodding.

"Thanks Bro!" You watched as Lo'ak and Spider high five but it was cut short because shots started firing in your direction. "Go! Go! Go!" Neteyam pushed you all forward and took the rear.

He grabbed the gun from Lo'ak once a safe distance away and returned fire. "On the count of 3 jump!" He yelled over the loud shots coming from the gun.

It all happened too fast, and you didn't even get the chance to protest his decision. You Lo'ak, and Spider jumped off the ship, and swam into the water. Your sister showed up on her ilu moments later. "Get on." She urged you but you turned around for Neteyam. "Neteyam. Where is he at?" Then you saw him plunge into the water clutching his chest.

You dove down under the water clicking and chirping to call an ilu, before quickly swimming to Neteyam. "I'm shot, you skxawng." He groaned holding his wound. Blood was pouring out of his chest as you helped him onto the creatures back. Your eyes went wide seeing the hole in his chest and the crimson color staining his azure skin. "Lo'ak help me!" You cried out holding onto Neteyam's heavy body.

The ride back was quick as you found a rock nearby to lay him on. Jake showed up on his tsaruk and Neytiri flew in on her ikran. "Neteyam.." You heard his mother whisper, almost in disbelief.

"Tsireya! I need medicine now! Go to the village and get my supplies!" You yelled at your sister as the boys helped Neteyam onto his back. He was struggling to breathe at this point. Everyone crowded around his weak body, as he looked around, with wide eyes between his mother and father.

"Lo'ak put pressure here!" You yelled, pointing to Neteyam's chest where the wound was still bleeding. His breath became sharp and quick.

You didn't have time.

The wound would need to stop bleeding before you could treat it. Jake stood up and radioed someone, speaking quickly in a foreign language. It felt like everything was in slow motion. You held onto Neteyam's arm, and brushed the stray disheveled braids from his face. "It's okay Teyam, you'll be okay." You reassured him, forcing a smile on your face, but really you weren't sure. He had lost so much blood already.

Finally, Tsireya returned with a bunch of supplies in her hand. Large leaves used for bandaging and your special healing salve. Along with a makeshift needle and thread. You began your work quickly draping the leaves over his wound and trying to clean off as much blood as you could.

When the bleeding stopped from the pressure, you began to spread the thick healing paste over his wound. Neteyam looked over at his father, "Dad, I-I'm sorry." His breathing became shallow and his eyes fluttered shut. He was slipping into a coma from the blood loss.

"We have to get him back to the village! Now!" You yelled, and began to stitch the hole as best you could. Jake grabbed his unconscious body and threw him on the back of Neytiri's ikran.

It felt like hours had passed when really it was only minutes. His mother took him back to the village while you, Tsireya, and Lo'ak followed. Spider and Jake were able to find the location of Kiri and Tuk who were unfortunately still on the ship.

Some strange men showed up to the village, the same men who helped Kiri with her seizure before with human medical supplies. Neteyam was placed on the sleeping mat in the middle of the healing tent. They started setting up equipment all around his body as he lay unconscious still. Your mother seemed distraught to have a human and an avatar in her presence, she was pacing the small room while Lo'ak and Tsireya were huddled in a corner, your sister was crying.

"What is all this?" You asked the strange man, hoping he spoke Na'vi and not the demon language. It surprised you when he spoke your native tongue. "This will help Neteyam. He needs a blood- uh" You noticed he hesitated, and spoke the last word in another language. "Transfusion."

"He needs blood, not a trans-fu-sion." You said through gritted teeth, trying to pronounce the word, as it rolled off your tongue, sounding strange. The man cleared his throat, while the human hooked up a needle into his arm. "Yes, we are giving him blood."

Jake and Neytiri had not returned yet, and you watched Lo'ak move from his spot, growing worried. "I'm going to find them." He said plainly, "Lo'ak no! Wait" You heard your sister call after him.

And just like that he was gone. You hovered over Neteyam as the men finished setting up their strange machines. "When will he wake?" Tears filled your eyes, and you quickly swept them away with the back of your hand.

"I don't know kid, but whatever you did- saved his life."

Soon eclipse was over, and the sun was starting to peek past Naranawm, illuminating the tent. It was quiet and your mother walked over to your side. "Ma'ite, Maybe you should wait outside. There is not much more we can do." She cupped your shoulder, helping you stand to your feet. "I'm not leaving him mother. Until I know he is okay-" Your words were cut off by Jake and Neytiri rushing in. "Oh thank you Great Mother!" Neytiri exclaimed, falling down next to her son. His breathing had stabilized but was still sleeping.

"He had to receive a blood transfusion, he is stable for now and the wound was stitched up by this young girl." The man looked over at you as he spoke to Jake in the foreign language again. "I'm not sure when he will wake up Jake. Right now all we can do is wait." He pulled Jake toward the door and whispered lowly.

"Is Quaritch dead?" The man asked. 

A slight nod was all he needed as confirmation.

Many moons come. The Sully's were accepted as Metkayina now.

And Neteyam woke up.

Running through the sand on the beach playing a game of chase on one of your midnight adventures, Neteyam ran after you, laughing.

"I'm going to catch you tanhì!" He yelled, voice growing closer before he swept you up in his strong arms spinning you around.

Neteyam had made a full recovery. His wounds were great but your healing salve helped so much in the end it's what saved him. Well at least somewhat. It took time before he could properly do anything, like hunting or swimming. But you waited, patiently for him. Watching over him everyday, and you were gracious enough that your father  let you take a break from training after everything that happened.

You were ready to tell this man he had your heart and ask him to be your mate. After everything you had been through with Neteyam, it made sense. Getting the blessings of your parents and his, you were going to confess your love tonight.

You giggled furiously in his arms squirming slightly before he finally put you down. "Come, I want to show you something." You whispered, eyes lidded, as you grabbed onto his hand, interlocking your fingers with his.

The walk was short. You pulled him past the thick tree line into the forest grove, just past the village. You were taking him to a special place you always went to as a child. A place to get away from all the training and responsibilities. A place where you could cry or laugh to yourself.

A place where you felt at peace.

"Where are you taking me tanhì?" A smirk grew on his face, as he let you tug him along, through the thick foliage toward a large cave. "Don't you trust me Teyam?" You giggled innocently, batting your thick eyelashes at him.

Bioluminescent plants littered the area inside and around the opening of the cave, illuminating a beautiful purple and blue hue. You let go of his hand to pull back the vine wall covering the entrance and slipping in. "Come, come" You urged him while reaching out to hold his hand again.

Once inside, Neteyam looked around, entranced by all the colors. In the back was a cold water stream, trickling lightly against the rocky cave floor. The water wasn't deep enough to swim in but you could still dip your feet in if you wanted.

"It's beautiful syulang. When did you find such a place?" He whispered, almost at a loss for words. You tugged his hands placing them on your waist and wrapped your arms lazily around his neck. "I would come here as a child, to get away from all the noise." You smiled but a faint blush covered your cheeks as you looked up at him through your eyelashes. Your heart was pounding in your chest.

You loved Neteyam, and after almost losing him you couldn't let it happen again. "Neteyam, I have to tell you something," Your voice came out as a whisper, unsure if you were ready to express your feelings.

"Tanhì, whatever you have to say-" You cut Neteyam off, "No Neteyam, this is important please. You have been here for a while now, and I have felt like this since, I-I It's been crazy almost losing you. I can't let that-" Your rambling was cut short by Neteyam pressing a soft kiss to your lips. He pulled back to gauge your reaction with a smirk on his lips. Mouth agape and eyes fluttering shut, now your face was hot all the way up to the tips of your ears.

Laughing softly he finally spoke. "I love you tanhì. I've always loved you." Your lips crashed into his, and he dug his fingers into your hips. It was a mess, teeth clashing and tongues swirling, fighting for dominance. You moaned into his mouth and he took that as a sign to break the kiss. "Tell me you want me. Tell me tanhì and I'll make you mine right now." His voice was low and husky, it made your skin tingle with goosebumps. Neteyem's eyes searched for yours, desperately waiting for an answer. "Yes, oh please. Yes, Neteyam." You were begging and desperate for him, you had waited so long.

He was quick, picking you up in his arms before gently setting you down on your back on the cave floor. It felt hard and cold against your skin but you didn't care. Your mind filled with thoughts only of Neteyam. You had never been with a man before, let alone even touched yourself. But that didn’t matter, all you wanted was Neteyam. 

Hovering over your body, Neteyam grabbed your hips, pulling you flush with his, and leaning down to pepper kisses into the crook of your neck, up to your ear. "I've thought about this so many times yawne. Over and over in my head, while jerking my cock to the thought of me buried deep inside you." He growled, sending chills up your spine causing you to arch your body, "Please Neteyam! I need you!" Your voice was whiny as you wrapped your legs around him while grinding your hips up. You could feel his hard cock straining against his loincloth pressing into your clothed core.

"Hold on ma'tanhì, I have to prepare you first." And you could feel him smirking against your neck. His hands fumbled with the knot on your loincloth, removing the piece of fabric covering your core. He started leaving wet kisses down your neck and collarbone, moving to your top and pushing it aside. "Teyam!" You whined pathetically as he kissed the swell of your breast and wrapped his lips around your perky bud. Your back arched as you choked out moans, pressing your breast into his mouth. He pulled off your nipple with a pop and chuckled. "Yawne, you're so perfect, and so needy" Neteyam whispered, then moved his lips back onto your body, moving his mouth down your stomach and reaching just below your belly button.

He moved his lips to your inner thigh, nipping along your skin until he reached your glistening pussy. Inhaling deeply, Neteyam swiped his tongue through your folds and groaned. "You smell and taste so good baby." He pressed his face against you and swirled his tongue around your clit. Legs quivering, your hands flew to his braids and interlaced your fingers into his hair. "Oh! Great Mother! That feels so good!" You cried out, and he grabbed your thighs, pulling your legs over his shoulders.

Still lapping at your clit, wrapping his lips around your sensitive bud and sucking, he drew his fingers up and circled them around your entrance. He pulled his face away just enough to look at you, chin and lips covered in spit and slick. "This might feel a bit weird yawne. But trust me, you need this for what's to come." He chuckled as he pushed two fingers in gently and slowly, making you whine. Eyes shut and lips parted, you gasped as his fingers slightly curled against your gummy walls. "Oooh fuck," You whispered, bucking your hips and he took that as a sign to attach his lips to your clit again, sucking and lapping on the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Slurping noises and your whines echoed against the cave walls, as you gripped his hair tighter, reaching your peak. "Teyam!" You tried to pull his head away from your body, legs shaking on his shoulders as your pussy clenched around his fingers. He flattened his tongue against your clit and pumped his fingers faster, curling them just right with each stroke. "Fuck! Slow down!" You cried out, and you squirted all over his face and fingers, coating them in a creamy white liquid.

He pulled his fingers gently from your dripping pussy, and chuckled lowly. "Oh shit baby, look at you making a mess." He teased and brought his soaked digits to his mouth, cleaning them off. Your mouth lolled open as you watched him with lidded eyes. Neteyam climbed on top of you again and captured your lips in a messy kiss, shoving his tongue onto your mouth so you could taste your own cum. He groaned while breaking the kiss and leaned back on his knees.

"You taste so good tanhì," He smirked as he reached for his loincloth, untying the knot and letting the thin fabric fall off his hips. 

Your eyes trailed down to his cock, standing proud between his legs. It was so big, and thick. Little tanhì decorated his length as well as darker blue stripes contrasting against his azure skin. "Oh Eywa," You whispered. "Will it fit?" An innocence and hesitancy to your voice which made him grin. "Yes baby, I'll make it fit."

Leaning back over your smaller frame, Neteyam encaged your body. One hand on your hip while the other gripped his cock, stroking it slowly and bringing it to your dripping core. Swiping the tip through your folds your hips lifted up with anticipation. "Neteyam, don't tease." You whined and pouted your puffy kissed lips.

Neteyam's eyes traveled from your face down your body until he reached where you two were almost connected, he smiled and pushed the tip past your folds, sinking his cock into you while groaning. "I'm not teasing yawne, just making sure you are ready."

Your back arched and your nails dug into his shoulders, leaving crescent marks, holding on for dear life. "Oh Great Mother!" You choked out breathlessly as he bottomed out to the hilt.

"Fuck so tight baby, taking me so well," His eyes never left your pussy as it fluttered around his length, desperately trying to accommodate for his size. Slowly he drew his hips back, leaving only the tip in, eyes flickering to your face, scrunched up in pleasure.

Thrusting back into you, he groaned. "I can't wait to breed this pussy baby. It's so warm and tight, squeezing me like that." You felt the breath get knocked out of your lungs as he started giving you slow deep thrusts making you clench around him tighter.

"Teyam! I-I can't! S'too much!" You cried out tears gathering in your eyes, nails scratching his back as he continued snapping his hips into yours. You felt so close to the edge again, wrapping your legs around him, trying to pull him closer, arching your back. Legs shaking your moaning, coating his cock in your creamy white slick. 

“Yes you can baby, Just give me one more.” Neteyam groaned before attaching his lips to yours in a sloppy kiss, swallowing your moans as his thrusts became deeper and faster. Your legs flopped from around his waist and your fingers tangled in his hair as you felt the pleasure building up again. Walls fluttering around his cock from overstimulation as he reached down to rub small circles into your clit. “Teyam! Mm ngahh” You choked out another moan, gasping breathlessly as he pounded into your relentlessly. “Mm feels so good!” You whined, clenching around him again, reaching your limit. “Fuck baby, gonna breed this tight pussy, make you all swollen with my child. And if it doesn’t take, I’ll keep stuffing you full with my cum.” He groaned above you.

His thrusts soon became erratic and you felt his cock twitch inside you as he slowed down his movements. “Gonna fill you tanhì. Fuck, gonna cum.” He growled before giving you a few more strokes and stilling inside you, spilling his load deep in your womb. 

You quickly came down from your high, panting heavily underneath the strong omatikayan man.

“I love you baby, It's always been you tanhì.” He whispered softly.

“Teyam, what has gotten into you?” you ask with a giggle as Neteyam lifts you up and wraps your legs around his waist in the water. Not like you really minded, but he had been much more touchy today than usual. He sways back and forth in the water with you clutched to his front.

“Training has just been so stressful and it’s been keeping me away from you for the last 3 days! I’ve missed you.” He says pressing little kisses around your face and neck. His face lingers around your pulse point taking in big breaths of your scent.

“Tey, that tickles” you say squirming a bit in his hold, but his grip just tightens holding you in place. All your squirming and moving drags your pussy against him and you can feel how he immediately starts to get hard.

“Yeah, I can really feel how much you missed me” you say feeling it prodding between your legs and he just lets out a low chuckle against your neck.

“Missed you so much” he mumbles getting lost in your scent. His tongue drags against your skin and the tips of his fangs nip at you. You moan at the feeling letting your head fall back and expose more of your neck for him. This makes him impossibly hard. Scenting you and marking you were some of his favorite things. He loved leaving a necklace of purple marks for you to wear. He leaves kisses up and down the entire length of your throat while grabbing your hips and grinding you down into him.

“I want you so bad”

“Then take me” you say with a sly grin. You didn’t have to tell him twice. His hands on your ass slide your tewng to the side and he finally sets his throbbing cock free. Even in the water, you can feel how hard he is as he grinds against your pulsing clit. You hold eye contact with him while he slides into you and your mouth falls open in a moan. Neteyam bites his lip watching your face twist in ecstasy while he bounced you up and down on his cock.

“Ah, Neteyam! Mmf!

He revels in how easy it is to move you in the water and the sounds you make. His eyes roll feeling how you wrap around him and how warm your pussy is as opposed to the cool water around you.

“Mmm, I should make you miss me more” you say between whimpers.

He huffs out a quick laugh before a groan escapes him feeling how close he was getting.

“Hey bro, dad needs us to—” Lo’ak’s voice comes through the bushes before he emerges. His sentence stops when he sees you two.

“Bro, I get you’re on like a little date or whatever right now, but dad needs us. Now. So, let’s go.” He says with an annoyed eye roll.

You squeeze your eyes shut and hide your face in Neteyam’s neck hoping that Eywa will be merciful and just let you disappear from this moment. “Uh, yeah, in a minute, bro” Neteyam says out of breath and holding you still on him.

“What do you mean in a minute? Dad needs us now. Don’t be—” he pauses thinking for a second looking at both of you and clicking it into place.

“Oh, you guys are gross. Just hurry up!” he calls out already retreating back into the bushes and covering his eyes.

Neteyam sighs letting his forehead rest on your shoulder.

“Is he gone?” your small voice asks still hiding. He lets out a small wry laugh and kisses your shoulder.

“Yes”

“So, do you have to go?” you ask looking at him again with big, sad eyes.

“I still have a minute.” He says grabbing your ass again.

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