Jay

you tilted your head to side, not hearing what he had said.

jake set his knife of the ground and slowly stood up, his eyebrows furrowed as he turned around to face you.

"so you're sayin'... i don't fuck you like that anymore?"

your fangs sunk into your bottom lip as he walked towards you— his golden eyes sharp and his strong jaw clenched.

"jake.." you mumbled breathlessly. your eyes flickering between him and the open entrance to your hut. anyone could walk by and see.

his large hand gripped your jaw— forcing your cheeks together as he made you stare right at him.

"i don't make you feel good anymore?"

you placed your hands on his chest, feeling up his broad pecs.

"no no no you make me feel good," you hummed. "you make me feel so good.. I just—"

jake released your face from his grip and a grin spread across his lips, "I get it now.."

you looked him up and down, even though you both were so tall he seemed to tower over you, "you do?"

he nodded and said simply, "my pretty thing just wants to get fucked like a whore again."

you felt your cheeks grow warm at the vulgerness of his words. a whore. back when you were young, jake explained the meaning to you after letting it slip.

he swiftly cupped your ass which made you whimper before he set you flat on his table. it was covered in radios, monitors, maps— shit he made sure the kids never touched. yet right now, he didn't care that they were being knocked to the floor by your whoosing tail.

"spread your legs," jake pressed his forehead against yours, staring deep into your eyes— waiting until you did what was told. "don't be like that— you like don't being called a whore, babygirl?"

you looked away, licking your lips.

"it's okay," he kissed your forehead, his rough palms massaging your thighs. "just spread your legs for me.. I guess I won't call you that anymore."

"no.. no ma jake," you let your legs spread and held his face. he chuckled at your desperation to be degraded by him— most would beg for praise. "I want you to use me— like you used to. pretend that right now we're not husband and wife, we are not mates— just here to feel good." you explained quickly— ashamed at how badly you wanted him to revert from his husband like ways back to teen who would fuck you anywhere that he could. leave you shaking and gasping for air— that had you clinging onto anything for stability because his thrusts were so powerful.

"now what do you say?"

you begged, "please.."

he grinned and shoved his pelvis in between your spread legs, pressing his thin lips against your plump ones. you gasped as his teeth tugged on your swollen bottom lip— hot tongue finding your own as you tugged on his locs.

jake groaned as he rolled his hips against you— his covered erection rubbed roughly against your clothed cunt.

"jake," you rasped, your cunt drooling at the intense friction. "oh my— oh great mother—"

he pulled back, still humping you while you let you head fall back between your shoulders.

"holy shit you're drenched, baby." he chuckled, feeling your slick seep into his own loincloth.

you felt embarassed at the sound of your sticky loincloth being rutted against— it made you slightly ashamed that you were so wet so easily— that your slick was escaping onto your inner thighs.

"take it off," you pleaded, jake's buldge pressing right up against your avoided clit. "oh fuck—"

jake covered your mouth and squeezed his eyes shut as he rubbed his large buldge over your clit again. you moaned into his palm, clawing at his scalp while he let out a sigh.

"feels good huh," he grunted, your muffled whines caused his ears to twitch upwards. ".. I don't about you but i'm lovin' this, pretty girl."

"jwake..jwake plwease.." your attention focused on his hand, clawing at it while you moaned.

"one sec," he kissed your nose. "don't you dare cum either."

jake huffed, "listen to that," he rubbed himself against you slowly— not making a sound. your legs trembled at how agonizingly slow he was going. and the only thing that could be heard was the wet squelch your pussy made. ".. so damn wet 'nd I haven't even stripped you yet, baby. you really are a whore."

jake pulled his hand away and you gasped— lips wet and shimmering with spit. heavy pants left your mouth as he backed away his buldge. jake then gripped the waistband of your loin-cloth and pulled it down until you were able to kick it off onto the floor.

"ma jake, I need you.." you whimpered, bucking your hips toward him.

"i know, babygirl," he rubbed his long fingers over your slit, gathering your slick while he admired your glistening cunt. ".. I know ya do."

he kissed your temple and spread apart your folds before he sunk two fingers into your cunt. you sucked him in easy, but clenched tightly around them.

"jake," you whined, legs locked around his mid-back so that the harsh thrusts of his fingers could reach deeper. "ma jake— fuck! j— jake.."

"shh," he murmured, his thumb working your clit while his two fingers curled and stroked your warm insides. your arousal gushing out onto his hand while you reached for his broad shoulders— deperate for stability. "relax, pretty thing— relax."

your eyes widdened as his fingertips curled and pressed firmly against that gummy spot in your walls. a string of moans fell from your swollen lips as jake attacked your g-spot with a semi-unreadable expression. 'semi' because you could see how much lust was growing inside of him just be looking into his eyes— eyelids hooded but his pupils dialated.

"..m—more! please.. 'need more." your eyelashes fluttered, teardrops rolling down your hot cheeks.

"you want another finger, baby?"

you nodded quickly, "please ma jake." his fangs tugged on his bottom lip at how eager you were.

jake pulled his two fingers out and pushed back in with a third. your pussy twitched at the feeling, your jaw hanging as a loud moan left you. jake glared up at you, not slowing his pace one bit which already had your legs shaking.

"they're gonna hear you." he cooed.

you stared up at the ceiling of the hut, a slight grin forming at the corners of your open mouth.

"feels s'good," you sobbed. "i don't care— don't care.. just lemme cum, ma jake— gotta cum.. don't care!"

his eyebrows rose at your words and his cock was so hard in the restraints of his loincloth that it was beginning to become painful.

so this is what you meant.

now he truly understood your want for him to fuck you like he used to. no lovey dovey shit because, fuck, he missed when you acted like this. to him you still looked like the eighteen year old he met all those years ago even though you disagreed at times— but now when you made that face, said those things, all he could see was that version yourself— that you both left behind when more and more kids started coming around.

he chuckled, "my perfect lil whore," his lips sloppily kissed, sucked, and nibbled at your neck. "you're mine, baby— you and this messy lil cunt."

his fingers were knuckle deep and every thrust felt so fast that everytime they sunk back inside, it felt like his palm was slapping your cunt, which was now stinging and sore.

"m'gonna cum.. please let me cum.." you cried out and dug your nails into his his skin, chest heaving rapidly.

"say it." he groaned, gulping at your now bright and bruised pussy.

"jake please.." you whimpered, thigh muscles tensing as your orgasm built up deep in your abdomen.

"thats not it," his movements growing harsher. "fucking say it."

your eyes flickered back in your head as you whimpered, "m'yours, ma jake!"

"and?"

"me.. an— and my cunt are yours forever— only yours.." you sniffled.

"that's right," he pressed his forehead against your once again and you wrapped your arms around his neck. "go on, cum on my fingers babygirl."

your toes curled and stomach churned as you the thin thread that was holding your composure together snapped— a silent scream was all you could muster as you gushed around his fingers, a stream of your release splashing against your lower stomach, jake's forearm, and his stomach.

"look at you," jake hummed, his eyes wide at the sight while your mind faught between embarassment and pleasure. "such a pretty sight— should've been recording."

you gasped and hit his chest as he pulled out his soaked fingers.

".. w— we," you could barely form a sentence. "do not record such.. such intimate things on that— that—"

"— the camera?" he finished with a chuckle.

"yes.. the camera," you mumbled with a pout. "that is a sky-people thing."

"I know.. I know I'm just teasing," he sucked on his wet fingers and hummed pleasantly. your cheeks grew warm at the sight. "fuck, I wouldn't want to risk other guys seeing you like that— only I can see you in that way." jake muttered, his eyes focused on your lips.

".. fuck, I guess i'm going with pussy." jake shook his head and slid down his loincloth, letting his thick cock finally be free. the mushroom tip was fading from blue to a cotton-candy pink as pre-cum dripped from the slit. a vien ran down the left side and splotches of starry freckles covered the base.

"hm?" you questioned, dragging your finger-tips down his hardened cock as he leaned over you.

"I was deciding whether I was going to fuck your face," he kissed your lips softly. "or fuck your pussy— pussy won."

jake rubbed his cock over your slit, trying to coat it in your wettness.

"ma jake.." you whispered breathless.

he paused, staring deeply into your eyes.

"get up," he ordered. "get up and bend over the table."

you frowned at jake and he took a step back, (your legs falling back to the floor) giving you room to do what he asked. you reluctantly scooted off of the table and jake rolled his eyes, picking you up and flipping you over himself.

he pressed his hand into your back, forcing your stomach onto the table and your back into an arch.

your tail whipped around, expressing your excitement or nervousness— you didn't know anymore.

jake tugged on it playfully and you squealed— whipping your head back to look at him. he let it go, now holding his dick and rubbing the tip over your slit. you bit down on your bottom lip and grinded yourself against him, trying to gain friction.

"don't," he tugged at your tail again then guided his fat cock into your weeping cunt. "..'you pull shit like that and I'll stop." he grunted.

you hid your face in the table and moaned, clawing at the wood as his cock sunk deeper and deeper inside of you until the slight upward curve allowed his tip to press firmly against your g-spot. your ears perked up at jake's breathy pants as his hands carressed your ass before they dug into your hips.

"oh fuck," jake mumbled, inhaling a sharp breath as he pulled back slowly before slamming back inside of your puffy pussy— earning a sob. ".. you really are wet, babygirl. warm 'nd wet.."

you whimpered as jake's nails peirced your skin, his cock drilled into you repeatedly. your legs were already weak from earlier and right now they felt even weaker with is cock splitting your cunt in two. you had taken jakes dick plenty (obviously), but you could never get used to his size, so he would usually let you adjust— but not now. now he was just fucking you— fucking you to get himself off.

you whined, "j— jake I can't—"

"yes you can," one hand left your hips and gripped your hair, avoiding your queue and yanking your head back. "you wanted it, you take it."

"ma jake!" you let your jaw hang agape, whimpers and moans spilling out constantly. "so big.. s'big," you hiccuped on cries and jake leaned down— his cock to kissing your cervix with each hard and calculated thrust. his heavy balls slapped against your wet pussy and gave your clit just a tease of stimulation. "oh great mother.. o—oh great mother! jake please!"

your cunt was squeezing him tight. every time he he pulled back it was like you didn't want to let him go.. and jake liked that. you could cry all you want, but that alone told him you were alright— just babbling on words.

"please what?"

you tried to get the words to come out— to even think properly about what you wanted to say. your mind was growing foggy, the only thoughts being pleasure and jakes dick bruising your insides.

you gasped, "tsaheylu! please.. 'need it so bad, ma jake.."

jake left open mouth kisses on your neck, still gripping your hair tightly. "what happened to we aren't mates right now?" he chuckled.

you sniffled, "w—wanna," you whimpered while jake sunk his fangs into your shoulder. "wan—"

he murmured, "come on, spit it out, baby." he peppered soft kisses over his bite mark.

"wanna feel you.. feel good." you finished, looking back at jake with a set of eyes and a pout that he couldn't refuse.

"alright." jake huffed and he let go of your hair to pull his braid from over his shoulder (his pace not letting up one bit while fucking you). you shakily lifted yours and he brought his closer, allowing your queues to intertwine.

both of your pupils dialated immensely, a long moan leaving your lips as your cunt squeezed around jake even tighter. you could feel how good he felt down to every pleasurable jolt in his nerves.

jake thrusts slowly became more rapid but also very sloppy— he was panting heavily, gulping every few minutes.

"damn.. d— damn," jake let one arm rest on the table hold himself up while the other left your hip and slid under you to play with your breasts. his entire body covered you while he rutted messily into you, your slick now wetting his thighs. ".. holy fuck, baby— I make you feel this good, huh?"

you nodded quickly and licked your lips at the tight knot that was forming in your belly.

"jaaake, more please," you sobbed, throwing your head back onto his shoulder. "m'gonna cum— it feels s'good."

"yeah? if I let you cum right now, you let me cum inside? let me give you another brat," he kissed your cheek. "i don't like three— lets make it four, baby.."

"want it inside," you cried out, squirming in his hold as your orgasm approached. "want another one, ma jake."

"I know, I know," he grunted, breathy moans leaving his lips. "I can feel it— 'just wanted to ask."

you bit down on your bottom lip— at this point it was so swollen that it hurt when whimpers tried to escape, that tight knot unraveling once the tip of jakes cock pressed firm against your cervix. your eyes squeezed shut as you creamed around his dick, his name seeping from your lips.

jake groaned, cock twitching at the feeling of the pleasure of your orgasm flowing through him.

he hid his face in your neck, whimpering, "oh fuck.. oh fuck.. oh fuuck.."

jake pressed his body as close to yours as he could before he painted your gummy walls white with his thick cum. you moaned at the feeling his own pleasure consuming you both, and the feeling of jake rutting inside you until he was sure he had nothing left to give you.

"ma jake," you panted. "..are you alright?"

he slowly lifted his head from your neck and kissed your temple. "never better." he answered, out of breath.

"you happy now," jake pulled out and turned you on your back, his cum leaking out from your puffy cunt and onto his table. ".. 'can't believe you said I used to fuck you like that.. hah, I can fuck you however I want. I just choose to make-love to you now," he kissed away your tears before finding your lips. "because your my mate.."

you smiled up at jake and cupped his cheek, "y'know.. you used to fuck me over and over again— until I passed out."

jake clicked his tongue, ".. if you want to get manhandled just say it— you don't have to make me angry, babygirl."

you traced your hands down jakes chest and pouted, "..but you fuck me harder when your angry, ma jake."

jake stared at you, and you could feel something stiff rub against your thigh— his lips curling into a eager grin that reminded you so much of his younger self.

"then let's get it done."

From the moment the Sully family first arrived by their Ikran on the white sand of your home, Awa’atlu, you were immediately entranced by their unfamiliar appearance and their plea for Uturu because of the tawtute. The deep sapphire of their skin reminded you of the unclear depths of the ocean outside the reef, their thin limbs and tails suited to their home rather than your own suited for top performance in the water. 

You had heard tales of the tawtute and their cruelty throughout your adolescence, heard stories that made your stomach turn about the battle that took place in the forests to the west of your clan’s reef. You had heard stories of the tawtute ‘dreamwalker’ Jake Sully, a human who walked in a na’vi shell and how he had tamed the large flying beast ‘Toruk’, how he had looked into the eye of Eywa only for Eywa to look back and grant his soul a place forever within his dreamwalker body. 

After almost a quarter of a cycle since the Sully family had been living in the Awa’atlu village you had found yourself growing close with the youngest girl, Tuk, a bright child who brought smiles to the whole clan with her sunny attitude. She clung to your side frequently, introduced to you by the group of Metkayina children that you took care of and taught a variety of skills to as their Karyu. 

Tuk’s favourite part of having you as her Karyu was the stories of your clan that you told her and she always spent time telling you stories of her own. She explained to you that her sister Kiri was actually born of another dreamwalker, a friend of her father’s named Grace and that because of the tawtute DNA that ran through her blood and the blood of Jake they had some features typical of the humans. Hair on their brows, five fingers and toes… these were the most obvious differences that Lo’ak, Kiri and Jake all had to the na’vi.

However, looking at Jake Sully sitting across the bonfire from you on this celebratory night for the youth in your clan that had passed their rites, you could pick out the more subtle differences in his appearance. The fire’s light cast a warm glow over the plains of his body, the dips and contours shadowed in a way that made your mouth water. 

It was obvious to anyone that the Metkayina were built differently to the Omatikaya, but Jake. Great Mother. 

His body held a softness around the stomach but he was fit nonetheless, thick muscles coiled his arms leading to broad shoulders. His forearms were equally defined with prominent veins that spanned their length down to his incredibly large hands. All five of his fingers were long and thick in a way that made your stomach flutter when you thought about them for too long, thought about how they’d feel inside you, thought about how they’d curl against your g-spot just right and make you scream.

Every part of Jake Sully was compelling to you, the way he held himself, the way he spoke, the strange tawtute words that still slipped through after years of speaking the native language. 

Lo’ak had let it slip once not long ago that the tawtute name Jake called you every time he thanked you for helping with Tuk and the others, “pretty”, was how the sky people called someone sevin. Even now as you thought about it, it brought a flush to your face and a million thoughts to your head about what that could possibly mean.

You never would have thought, in the name of Eywa, that Jake spent as much time admiring you as you did him. Watching how you interacted with his children was how it started, how you helped Tuk learn the ways of the Metkayina just as you did with the children of Awa’atlu, how you didn’t look at any of them differently no matter the amount of fingers or “demon blood” that everyone else in the reef seemed to only see while looking at them.

It was only after Jake saw what you did for his children that he allowed himself to look at you properly, to see you in the way you saw him.

He started by admiring the gentle waves of your hair, your hairstyle perfectly styled to keep it out of your face in the water. He admired the stormy blue of your eyes, eyes that held such love and care in them. He admired your smile, the way it stretched across your face and the way it brought a smile to his own without any trouble at all. Admiration and yearning slowly turned one in the same as time passed, Jake found himself  becoming more and more entranced by the soft curves of your body. 

While the Metkayina were softer all around compared to the Omatikaya, a layer of fat needed on your bodies to keep you warm for long periods in the water is what Norm’s theory was, Jake was sure the softness of your body was more than evolutionary. Your curves brought him back to earth, back when he was an idiot with no future flipping through history textbooks in his half-assed bid to get through school so he could at least support himself, back when he didn’t give a second thought to why the world he lived in was so shitty and corrupt or why the only way anyone could see the beautiful statues of goddesses carved centuries before in countries that barely existed anymore was in textbooks. When Jake truly looked at you, when he saw you, he saw the beauty of a goddess and he knew if he were to draw a picture of how he thought Eywa herself would look, it would be terrible because he can’t draw for shit, but it would be as close to your likeness as he could get it.

He was ashamed at first, when his thoughts about you began to turn to ones that were no better than the thoughts of a horny teenage boy, then when he spent more than a few sleepless nights picturing you under him until he came hard enough to send him into a sleep deeper than a coma the shame only grew. Shame ate at Jake, gnawed at him, buried its way under his skin and took up residency so profoundly that he couldn’t evict it. 

Sevin. Pretty. Sevin. Pretty. Pretty. Pretty.

The words swam in your mind like an infantile ilu, made a heat ignite beneath your skin that burned hotter than the bonfire and a flush stain your skin you were hoping the cup of kava you were working your way through could be a scapegoat for if anyone was curious.  

You watch Jake’s hands as they rub over his thick thighs, jumping in surprise when after a few moments he removed his hands and slapped them back down onto his thighs with a slap. You managed to make out that he said something about heading off, going back to his Marui and without any more lingering he pulled the waistband of his tewng higher on his waist from where it had slipped and took his leave.

You throw back the last of your kava and take a few unintentionally unsubtle glances around you to make sure you don’t have any unwanted attention before getting to your feet and following Jake in the direction of his Marui. You knew the path like the back of your hand purely from your excursions with Tuk and occasionally Lo’ak, able to find yourself outside in what felt like the blink of an eye. 

Jake is in the process of closing the privacy covers on his Marui when you approach with delicate footsteps on the connecting walkway, giving you no time to excuse yourself as his eyes lock straight onto yours. For a moment he looks surprised until a sharp grin spreads across his handsome face, his head tilting to the side slightly as he beckons your inside.

You find yourself frozen for just a moment until you will your feet to move, stepping into his home and watching as he finishes closing the privacy coverings. You watch the muscles of his back flexing as he does so, entranced by his body once again just as you had been at the bonfire.

“You’ve got a staring problem, you know that?” Your breath catches in your throat at his words, any confidence you had dwindling out like the doused flames of a fire. Jake senses your discomfort and turns to look at you, a less intimidating smile taking over his face as he approaches you. “Calm down, baby. Don’t worry. I’ve got a pretty bad staring problem too” His large hands move to rest on your hips, pulling you closer and forcing a gasp of surprise out of your mouth. His eyes peer down at you, a lustful haze darkening their amber colour, the way they lock on to your own makes a shiver trickle down your spine. “Stare at you all the time, pretty girl. I just know how to do it without being caught” You can’t control the giddy smile that spreads across your face, almost bringing an ache to your cheeks from the stretch of it.

“Open your mouth for me, pretty girl” Jake watches as your mouth opens automatically, taking a shameful amount of pride in the way you cling to his words and follow them without question. Your pretty pink tongue sits so sweetly in your mouth, spit beginning to pool the longer that he spends staring. Lifting his hand to your face, Jake takes a hold of it to steady you before tilting your head back ever so slightly and pursing his lips to spit onto your tongue.

Your head spins as a high whine escapes your throat, the pure filth of Jake’s actions causing your neglected cunt to pulse needily. You attempt to close your mouth and swallow the built up saliva before it becomes too much but before you can do so you feel the weight of Jake’s thumb settling itself into the dip of your tongue. 

Closing your lips around Jake's thumb, an uncontrollable moan escapes him at the feeling of your gentle sucking and pillow soft tongue. In a fleeting moment of cruelty, Jake forces his thumb deeper, pressing ever so slightly to the back of your tongue just to hear your pitiful little gurgle as you gag from the unexpected pressure.

“Christ, such a good girl for Daddy” He drags his thumb out of your suckling mouth, groaning at the uncontrollable throb of his cock when your pretty, plump lips part to release it. Your eyes watery from the slightest abuse of your gag reflex and Jake’s sure the amount of blood that has left his brain to harden his cock this much is going to leave him with less brain cells than he can afford.

“Da-dee?” 

Jake lets out a deep, rumbling growl at the sound of your sweet little voice despite the shoddy pronunciation of the human word and the sound shoots straight to your cunt, your slick dampening your tewng  “That’s right baby, M'your daddy now, aren’t I?” 

The sweet little crease of confusion settled on your brow only serves to turn him on more, tail whipping back and forth erratically as he stares you down with his piercing amber eyes. You watch his hands move from where he grips you to reach for the strings of his tweng, you can feel his amusement radiating from him at how you can’t seem to drag your eyes away until his voice breaks the silence.

“Why don’t you get on your knees for Daddy, pretty girl? C’mon get down there for me” His tewng drops from his body in near perfect sync with your knees dropping to the floor and you watch, entranced, as he spits into the palm of his hand before giving his impressive cock a few quick, slick tugs.

Jake can barely meet your lust-clouded eyes that flick back and forth between his hard cock and his face, worried that he’d lack the self control it would take to stop from stroking his dick in his tight grip until his fat load covered your face.

You feel Jake’s hand take a rough grip of your hair, all five of his fingers gripping your loose waves hard enough to make it sting just a little. 

“You want to suck it, pretty girl? Want daddy’s cock in your mouth?”

A desperate purr bubbles from your throat uncontrollably and your ears pin back in a show of pure submission “Please, Please daddy” 

Jake uses his grip on your hair to guide your head towards his cock, a growl rumbling from his throat at how hungrily you suck his cock deep into your mouth. Your eagerness makes your eyes water but a nagging part of your mind worries you’ll never have a chance like this again which only encourages you to not take a second of this encounter for granted.

Jake uses his grip on your hair to move your head up and down on his cock, abusing your throat with his length, your body fights to reject the intrusion with messy gags and excess spit drooling from your plump lips but you fight back the urge to gag every time and after a few moments of Jake using your throat how you dreamt he’d use your currently soaked pussy you were able to take him without any overwhelming issue. 

Jake is entranced by the tears that spill from your lash line, dampening your cheeks along with a mix of your saliva and his pre-cum that had been steadily drooling from his cock since you dropped to your knees. “So perfect for daddy”

You feel Jake’s grip tugging you off his cock and you whine from the disappointment, fighting his hold to have the weight of his cock in your mouth once again. All Jake can do is laugh fondly in disbelief at how much of a mess you were already, he can only imagine how you’d react if he decided to split your pussy open on the girth of his cock. “Tongue out for me, baby. Show me your tongue”.

You follow his instructions immediately, tongue lolling out of your mouth mindlessly. A desperate sob ripping from your throat when he begins tugging his cock with his free hand. “Ah, baby don’t get pouty now, your mouth was like heaven but I want to watch you look stupid for it, just for a second” 

Jake watches you as your cock drunk eyes seem to be latched straight on to his hands movements. He feels his heavy balls drawing closer to his body, his breathing getting heavier the closer he gets to blowing his load. “You wanna taste daddy’s cum, sweetheart? Got a big fucking load of it just for you” He taps the sensitive head of his cock against your tongue and lets out a borderline feral growl when you take the initiative to swirl your eager letting tongue around the tip. 

Jake’s hand is getting faster on his cock now, you watch eagerly as your cunt pulses with need and drools more slick into your tewng that sticks to your skin. He pulls back from your mouth and peers down at you, you can tell he’s close but needs something more to tip him over the edge. 

“Please cum for me, daddy”

Jake feels your words like a punch to the gut and can’t even suck in a breath before he’s cumming. Moans escape him uncontrollably as he watches each shot of his hot cum hit your face. The first hits your cheek and he knows immediately that he wants to cover your whole face with his load, no questions asked, it’s an animalistic desire that burns shamefully in his gut but he’s too lost in the throes of pleasure to fight it. 

Each shot of Jake’s hot cum that hits your face makes your clit pulse needily and you sob in pleasure, a dark desire inside you wishes that every drop was being pumped deep into your empty cunt instead.

Jake forces your mouth back open with a squeeze of your jaw, resting his cock on your tongue for a final time as he roughly tugs out the last drops of cum to at least let you taste him for being such a good girl.

The air is thick with desire as you swallow down the last of Jake’s load, the rest of it cooling the longer it sits on your face. Your eyes are locked with his, waiting for him to say something or do something.

Jake pants above you, admiring your debauched state. Your lips are swollen, your face and chest is soaked from your tears, his cum and your spit. Jake had never been any good at art or understanding it but in his head, right at this moment, your messy little face was a masterpiece and he was the artist that made it.

You startle slightly when Jake crouches in front of you, his hand cups your pussy through your tewng and the sudden pressure after being neglected for so long almost makes your knees buckle. Jake chuckles and pats your cunt condescendingly, enjoying the sound of the wet smack his hand produces as it makes contact with your slick tewng. 

"she sure does…" quaritch said from between your legs, breathing on your cunt the lifting his hand to collect your wetness.

"look how wet she is, just like a little whore;" lyle smirked.

"that right princess? youre a whore for us, yeah?"

you had tears running down your face;

you were trying to fight back at first, tried to scream, cried for someone to help you but you were in an isolated room, you knew it was impossible for anyone to hear you but you tried, now you gave up, you let them use you however they want, became their experimental game.

your face twitched as your felt your orgasm approaching, quaritch felt your pussy throbbing as he lapped at your clit, without a warning, he slipped a finger inside of your vagina, his finger deep down to the knuckle inside of you, the act was excruciating for you but you liked it and you let out a soft muffled moan.

quaritch pulled away right before you climaxed. "get ready, imma gonna put my cock inside your tiny cunt, you g'na like it,"

you were too tired to argue back and just sat there waiting as lyles fingers left your mouth to play with your tits, pinching and rolling your nipple between his fingers as he sucked on the flesh of your neck.

"you gonna let everybody know that i fucked you? gonna let em know you belong to daddy? hm?" lyle talked to you while quaritch slammed his cock inside of you and you moaned loudly.

you had quaritchs and lyles cocks inside of you, both cocks rubbing on each other making them twitch inside of you, quaritchs hand went to your neck, choking you til your eyes widened and your lips went blue in color.

"p – plea – hh – se.. plea–!

s–top"

quaritch was amused by your beggings and after a few seconds of holding you there, he withdrew his hand from your neck.

lyle was groaning like a wild animal and quaritch gave him a knowing look. "gonna let us cum inside your tiny cunt?" quaritch said and your eyes widened as you shook your head 'no'.

"no – please s – stop – no.. please

pleasepleasepleaseplease.. dont please.." you had started crying and quaritch just smirked while lyle was lost in the feeling of your cunt tightening around both cocks.

"gonna pump my seed right inside of you, baby," quaritch said with a groan.

"wanna have our kids inside of ya?"

"she sure — she sure does!"

you closed your eyes and cried. "please no please stop please stop please stop.." you started rambling as your thighs started to shake and your muscles spasm and just like that you release on quaritchs pubic region.

"what a good bitch… coating me with your pretty fluids,"

"ha.. see colonel, told ya she a catch,"

both men smirked as they twitched inside your body.. once… twice…

they released inside of you, one after the other, and you were left alone in that room, laying down on the floor feeling useless and disgusting.

you were disgusted with yourself. disgusted with the idea of you enjoying it. and that was true, you were disgusting because you liked every bit of it, so laying down with your legs shaking, with spit and cum drying on your pussy, you reached down to touch yourself.

One of those jars was stuffed full with a plant that secretes a mysterious liquid when threatened, which it very much was, considering the fact that Quaritch knocked it off your desk without bother, smashing the glass jar it sat in to pieces.

“They aren’t just plants,” you mumble, sighing as you sink to your knees and begin picking up the broken shards of glass, grimacing as your fingers swipe over the creamy, milky liquid which has pooled onto the marble flooring. “Have you learnt nothing about Pandora and the way of life since being here? Nothing is never really nothing. All things have a purpose.”

He scowls, his nostrils flaring slightly as he looks down on you. He’s only slightly intimidating, the shine of his boots catching your eyes as you awkwardly scoop the glass into the plastic bag. You’re still unsure as to why he’s actually in here, the reason for his invasion untold. 

When he doesn’t speak, you do, your voice wobbling slightly. “Haven’t you gotten what you wanted, now? Can you just go?”

“Can’t you smell that?” Quaritch asks, his nose twitching slightly as he sniffs the air. You glance up at him, your face flushing as you notice his looming frame inches away from yours.

You hadn’t even heard him get any closer. “Um, no?”

His nose twitches again, and you try to hide the smile which graces your face as you realise that he holds a striking resemblance to that of a cat when he inhales so desperately. As you stand to your full height, you lose your grip on the plastic bag as you’re met with your head level with his crotch.

If he’s heard the glass shatter again, he doesn’t comment on it. “It smells so sweet,” he says instead, his voice low and his hands reaching towards your shoulders. The touch makes you feel hot, sending sparks shooting through your body, and you feel a strange, tingling sensation brushing over the nerves of your fingertips, where you’d brushed over the mysterious creamy liquid accidentally. “Can you really not smell that?”

Quaritch’s voice is husky, riding through you in a smooth wave, and his grip on your shoulders tightens. His fingers dig into your collarbone, and you close your eyes, trying to ignore the way your body feels like it’s being set alight by his touch. You lean into him, your throat growing tight as you inhale deeply, trying to make sense of what he’s saying.

Then, it succumbs you. Warmth rolls through your body, goosebumps peppering up and down your skin as you breathe in a deep, sickly-sweet smell. It makes you grow hot, and your brows knit together as you open your eyes, staring up at the Colonel.

“Oh my god, what have you done?” You breathe out, accusation lacing your tone. You swat his hand away, and you can feel the imprint of his fingertips burning your skin.

 A bead of sweat rolls down your forehead, and you watch as Quaritch looks down on you, confusion littering his features.

“I haven’t done nothin’,” he protests, his nose crinkling as he inhales deeply. “You need better ventilation in this god damn office, get rid of this smell.” 

“There is no smell!”

“It’s so god-damn hot in here,” he practically snarls, his eyes fluttering shut, lashes kissing his cheekbones. His tail thrashes in irritation behind him, his blue skin glistening with sweat as he lowers himself closer to your height. “You and the other science pukes always work in such heat?”

“You need to go,” you murmur, and you press against his chest. Quartich doesn’t waver, his hard, green eyes staring into yours. “Colonel, you — you need to leave.”

His eyes flash over your features, unimpressed by how irritable you’re being. His palms cup your shoulders, enveloping your body, and your knees weaken at his touch. “And you need to calm down, darlin’.”

Darling.  Anger bubbles up in your chest, irritated by his choice of words, but as his thumb swipes over your shoulder, a different feeling entirely bubbles inside of you. It boils — makes your body feel scorching hot, and your breath hitches in your throat as you push against Quaritch’s stomach.

“This is your fault! You destroyed the plant,” you complain, your hands shaking as you feel his muscles ripple and tense beneath his tank top. “You have absolutely no idea what you’ve done, and you don’t care, and you really should get out now!”

Sniffing the air again, ears flitting, Quaritch lets out a quiet hum. He’s incredibly observant, his thumb still swiping back and forth on your shoulder, his body so exceptionally large compared to yours. “What’ve I done? Broken a god-damn plant?” His brows knit together in frustration, and as you raise your fist to swat him away again, he catches your wrist in his hand. “You need to calm down, darlin’. If you’re that bothered, I’ll go and get you another one — there’s thousands in that fuckin’ forest.”

Stomach twisting into a knot, your body thrums with anticipation. With desire. Though he’s holding you so loosely, you know that even a small clenching of his fists could result in your wrist being snapped almost completely in half, and you gaze at him with doe eyes.

“That plant is the reason your sense of smell is heightened.”

Quaritch’s nose crinkles again. The air smells sweet and warm, although anytime he diverts his attention away from you, it disappears. It’s like you’re the one who smells good; ravishing, in fact — desirable enough to eat. 

“Jesus Christ, darlin’, what the hell are you talkin’ ‘bout? My sense of smell is heightened because I’m a god-damn Avatar—"

“Those — those flowers, in those jars, that you broke,” you breathe out, your heart fluttering as his thumb softly grazes your skin, “us ‘science pukes’ didn’t know what they were. We found them on the coast of Awa’atlu, and we didn’t have the proper equipment to know what they were at the time, but now I know, and it’s your fault, and you need to leave!”

The confidence in your tone wavers slightly as Quaritch brings dips his head. His nose softly grazes over your wrist, and a low growl rumbles in his chest as he inhales your scent. 

“What’re you tryna tell me?” 

He holds your wrist in place, nuzzling his head into your skin. It’s feral, it’s weird, and it’s surprising — this is Colonel Miles Quaritch, and your nose crinkles as you realise he’s absentmindedly scenting himself with you, something that happens in Na’vi mating rituals. 

“Colonel, I—”

“— What’re those plants?”

You drag your eyes away from the wall, finally meeting his eyes. It feels like you’ve just taken a blow, instinctively recoiling as you notice his black, blown pupils. You don’t manage to recoil far, his grip on your wrist so tight, so possessive, and you let out a soft whimper as all the green within his irises appear sheathed by the dilation of his lust.

“They’re — they’re aphrodisiacs,” you blurt, trying to dull down the hammering of your heart. Your insides feel insatiably warm as he stares at you, unblinking, so domineering, so handsome, so big.

Your skin prickles as he inhales again. He’s so close, marking himself with your scent, and you curse yourself for even letting him in here in the first place. He must be horny — he just doesn’t know it yet. It’s bubbling inside of him, curling into a knot, and if he doesn’t leave soon, you’re going to the only one that can help unfray it.

Quartich doesn’t leave.

“You’re tellin’ me I just smashed a god-forsaken sex drug all over the god-damn floor?” He murmurs, stilling his motions. His cheeks are a dark, navy blush, his bioluminescent freckles sparkling like constellations.

You nod your head, trying not to show your fear as you stammer out, “that is exactly what I’m saying, sir,” you exhale, shakily, “and to make things worse, these aphrodisiacs are used primarily by Na’vi mates to, um, trigger an induced rut.”

“Rut?” Quaritch inquires, staring at you. His tail sways behind him, his skin feeling warm and itchy, his head growing fuzzy. “What the hell is a rut?”

You blink. You feel hot and confused, the excrement from the plant rendering you incredibly horny, and you find yourself leaning into his touch. Your knee brushes his inner thigh as you ask, “did they not teach you anything about the Na’vi mating rituals when they transferred you over to a recombinant?”

Instead of speaking, he just shakes his head. The side effect of the plant is affecting him, too — you can tell. His ears are pinned upright, his lips curling and exposing his canines. Impressively sharp, glinting in the light, and you have to hold back the urge to reach out and let him bite you. Your eyes flicker down absentmindedly, and you notice the strain in his cargo trousers from where he’s became erect, and your breath hitches in your throat as his spare hand reaches over to graze across your neck. 

“Mating is sacred to the Na’vi. Aphrodisiacs are used to ensure that once two mates commit tshaelyu, they can breed until satisfied.” You notice the Colone’s jaw tick as you speak, his tongue sliding over his teeth as he thinks. “You don’t mate with just… anyone. Once you mate, you mate for life. Tshaelyu or not.”

A gasp slips past your lips as his hands glide over your neck, his thumb pressing into the base of your throat. “And what happens if I don’t get relief?” His southern drawl is strong, sending goosebumps darting across your skin. “If I don’t mate?”

Trying to swallow away the lump in your throat, you stare at him sheepishly. “You’ll be — you’ll be pent up until you do. Um, one of the primary side effects that the aphrodisiacs used by the Na’vi is that the recipient of the drug often has persistent—” His hands close around your throat, the foreign feeling of him gently pressing against your trachea causing tingles of desire to shoot over your body, “—persistent, um, epididymal hypertension.”

“English, darlin’.”

“Blue balls,” you stumble out, your breath hitching in your throat as the Colonel pulls you closer, his nostrils flaring as he runs his nose against your collarbone. “It’s basically blue balls.”

A groan slides past his lips as his nose pushes into the crook of your neck, and you try to hold back the whine which threatens to slip past your own. This is so wrong — he’s so intimately close to you that he’s setting your body alight with desire, but he’s the only cool stimulant to your burning skin. 

“I already have those, sweetheart.” His lips tug into an amused smirk as your lips part in surprise, your cheeks flushing with warmth at his lewd statement. His palm presses into your throat slightly, and he hums as your eyelids flitter shut. “You’re sweatin’. This little drug havin’ an effect on you too, darlin’?”

Shaking your head, you try to ignore the wrenching of your heart as his fingers begin slide down to towards your chest. Everywhere that his hand graces is left cool, a reminder that you need to get relief soon. “No,” you lie, your voice wavering as he idly twirls the pendant which sits between your breasts. “No, um— oh, god— no.”

A soft moan is dragged from your throat as Quaritch’s hand brushes over your breasts through your blouse. “You lyin’ to me?” He asks, tilting his head to the side as he brings his other hand towards your chest, rubbing the swell of your chest through your blouse. “You sayin’ this don’t feel good? That all of your senses aren’t heightened?”

“There are — there are machines created by the biology team to help you through your rut.” You grit your teeth as he touches you, avoiding his question. Shame washes through your body, and it feels so good but so wrong — this is the Miles Quaritch that you’re being touched by! “Please, use them. They’ll help!”

“And what about you, sweetheart? What’re you going to use to get your relief?” Green eyes so blown and blackened you can no longer see his irises at all — an eerie black sheen just stares back at you, and you flinch as in one swift motion, he rips your blouse apart, your buttons scattering all over your office floor. “No answer? That’s okay, darlin’. You don’t have to speak. In fact, I don’t want you to.” 

He dips his head slightly, his teeth dragging over the skin of your neck. “Good girls don’t talk unless they’re spoken to.”

Your eyelids flutter, your belly twisting with an insatiable desire as Quaritch gently unclips your bra, his motions calm and collected. You know he’s burning with just as much arousal as you — you can see a small bead of sweat pooling by his browline, but he’s staying cool and composed, his tongue running over his lips as your bra drops to the floor.

You open your mouth to speak, but he shushes you. “You been hidin’ these away, sweetheart?” He breathes, his head tilting down towards your chest, his tongue darting out to slowly swirl around one of your nipples. “God, they’re fuckin’ huge. Look big even in my hands.”

Gently, his lips wrap around the sensitive nub. You gasp, the spark which blazes inside of you now descending into a roaring wildfire, electricity pulsing through you as he purrs against your chest. It’s a foreign sensation, a feeling that you’ve never explored — but now you really wish that you had, because the feeling of his tongue and lips grazing over your nipples has your legs trembling.

His mouth latches onto your nipple, and your eyes flicker down to his face. You really wish that you hadn’t looked at him, because the sight forces a moan out of your mouth. His eyes are lust-filled, blown with desire, his eyes set on yours, his lips swollen as they suck softly at your chest. You squirm, your panties growing slick with your arousal.

“This is wrong.”

“I can smell you. You don’t think it’s that wrong, darlin’.”

Your head bows in shame.

“You want me to touch you? Want me to make it go away?”

He pinches your nipple with his teeth, and you exhale shakily. His canine grazes over the nub. Any sharper and he'll draw blood, and you flex your fingers in pain.

You screw your eyes shut, voice wavering as you force out, “yes, please, Colonel.”

Your pleading works, as his hand darts towards your thighs, beckoning them apart. You waste no time in opening them for him, your eyes rolling backwards slightly as he gently bites down on your nipple. Every nerve inside of you is lit, blazing and burning wilding. The concoction of the sex pollen and his unruly desire has you mewling, the skirt that you’re wearing allows him easy access. Your breath catches in your throat as his fingers glide other your clothed folds, a soft purr rumbling through him as he notes how wet and slick you are. 

Face growing warmth with embarrassment, you almost falter and move away. You don’t know why you’re letting him touch you — but it feels amazing. He pushes your underwear to the side, and a whine becomes hitched in your throat as his fingers push inside of your cunt, the burning of his intrusion making you jolt.

“Ow!” Your hands plant themselves on his shoulders, pushing slightly as he scissors your walls. “That hurts!”

He smiles, but he isn’t best pleased. “Course it hurts. I’m more than twice your size, darlin’.” His voice is eerily steady, his eyes flicking across your face. “You need to learn to stop speakin’ if you haven’t been spoken to.”

His fingers curl inside of you, and in response, your hands curl in his tank top. You need him, now. Your hips buck against him, your walls fluttering around his fingers as he laps at your chest eagerly. Quaritch’s movements are precise, deliberate, each flicker of his tongue sending electricity through you, causing your body to drown in heat.

Again, Quaritch bites at your nipple, this time doing it simultaneously with the curling of his fingers. It hurts, the sensation causing tears to bubble in your eyes. The feeling of your sensitive nipple being pressed between his sharp canines has you gasping in pain, but you’re so wet and full that it doesn’t feel like it matters, a sultry twinge pulsing through you at the lewd action.

He fills you so perfectly, and your fingers curl into his shoulders as he flicks his fingers out every few seconds. He hums as droplets of your slick hit the office floor, pooling alongside the milky, white excrement of the plant, his lips curling upwards into a satisfied grin. "So wet for your Colonel," he praises, "so perfect and tight. You feel good?"

Your lips part as you hump against his hand, your skin burning a fever as you respond, "yes, yes, I feel so good!"

“That’s a good girl. Buckin’ into my hand, making it all nice and wet. Oh, darlin’, you’re so sensitive. You gonna cry?”  His fingers push into you, your walls growing tight in appreciation. “God, I want you to cry. Come on, sweetheart, cry when you cum on your Colonel’s fingers.”

It’s all too much; his hot mouth suckling at your chest, the feeling of his digits pressing against the sensitive spot inside of your cunt. The names he’s calling you, the name’s he’s calling himself — it’s dirty and it’s wrong, but it soothes the shameful desire which blazes inside of you.

“Can I?” You exhale breathily, heat pooling inside your stomach as he continues to toy with you. “Can I cum, please?”

“Please what?”

“Please, Colonel?”

Your eyes are closed so tight that you see stars. His silence is looming, and you cry out as you attempt to take a deep breath, your breathing become shaky and ragged. You wail as he curls his fingers inside of you, your chest heaving and growing tight. You need to cum, and you need it now, unable to hold back the feeling which washes over you.

As though he can read your mind, Quartich says, “yes, darlin’, you can cum for me.”

Your body writhes against him, and you whimper, nodding eagerly at his words. You’re glad that he’s so buried into your chest, unable to see the swirl of emotions which paint your face. You’re shrouded by pleasure, dumbed out by the hot sparks which flicker through your body. You’re convulsing, warmth shooting through every nerve, your cunt growing slick as he rolls his fingers against the spongy spot inside of you.

Once you come down, you feel strangely numb. Satisfied. Quartich’s breath is still hot, but you feel cool. Satisfied. You’re lax against him, your eyes squeezed shut as you feel his lips pepper soft kisses to your chest.

Tears have stained your cheeks, burn the corners of your eyes, and Quaritch stares down at you in admiration, in awe. He'd never seen anything so pretty in his life, and he growls slightly as you blink the tears away.

“Open your legs.” His voice is booming, and you blink back at him in confusion. His fingers press into your thighs, and you yelp, doing as he says. “Don’t make me repeat myself. When I ask you to do somethin’, I only want to ask once."

“Yes, Colonel.”

Quaritch can see the evident confusion flitter across your face, but he doesn’t care. He isn’t bothered. His cock is straining against his cargo trousers, and he feels so hot and bothered, so overwhelmed with his desire and lust for you. He needs to taste you, needs to drown in your sweet nectar. There’s nothing quite as satisfying as the sight of your slick, glistening cunt, he decides as he forces your underwear off, the cloth now pooled around your ankles.

“Maybe this was a blessin’ rather than a curse,” he comments, his hands pressing against your plush thighs as he presses hungry kisses to the areas of skin not covered by his own. “You know, you’re the only scientist here hot enough to take a peek at.”

“I—” Your body trembles slightly as his teeth graze against your skin, his digits leaving marks into on your soft flesh. “Thank… you?”

Humming, Quaritch’s nose twitches as he presses it against your inner thigh. He’s tired of waiting — your cunt is so, so close, and it’s so wet and needy for him. “You’re welcome, darlin’.” He pauses from between your legs, and you gasp as he jolts you forward, his nose nuzzling into your pelvis bone. “Gonna eat this pretty little pussy now, sweetheart, and then I’m gonna fuck it so hard, you won’t be able to walk.”

At first, the sensation is strange. Unfamiliar and wrong. His tongue is rough, painful as it glides past your folds, the muscle mesmerising as it rides up and down your cunt. Then, however, he does what you need him to do the most — his tongue teasingly rolls up your slits, towards the pearl which sits swollen at the top of your pelvis, and it swirls around it.

“Oh, fuck,” you mumble, your thighs trembling involuntary, the plush of your flesh being indented by his harsh grip. “Ohmygod.”

“You like that, sweetheart?” He purrs, and it vibrates against you. It’s powerful, precise, and it’s much better than your vibrator.

“Yeah,” you agree absentmindedly, your eyes fluttering shut as he continues to lap at your cunt like a man starved.

Pulling away momentarily, you feel your heart leap out of your chest as you look at him. A string of spit is carried from your folds to his lips, and he lets out a breathy chuckle. “Mmm, this pretty little pussy is so swollen and so needy for its Colonel,” he comments, before he dips his head again, his tongue going back to its previous movements. "So wet and swollen and fuckin' puffy."

The feeling of Quaritch nestled inbetween your thighs makes your stomach clench, your walls fluttering. You’re burning a fever, again, and you can feel how hot his own face is now that it’s pressed against your cunt. The effect of this Aphrodisiac is too much, too overwhelming, and you wonder how he’s managing to roll his tongue up and down your cunt without pleasuring you once.

Then, it hits you — soft sounds of grunting fill your ears, and your eyes flicker back down to him. You can’t help but audibly moan as you see him stroking his cock, which is hard and beading with cum, in a slow, steady motion. He’s rutting into his hand, his grip tight, and your eyes roll backwards as he nuzzles into your cunt, licking and lapping, sucking at the heat. His motions are sloppy, his tongue being particularly attentive to your overwhelmingly sensitive bundles of nerves.

You don’t know if it’s just the drug anymore, because Quaritch’s groaning is like music to your ears. His tongue draws patterns on your clit, his breathing growing heavy as he laps sloppily at your cunt. He’s eager to please, desperate to drown in the sweet taste of your cum, and he listens to every mewl and whine, bucking into his hand every time you roll his name on your own tongue.

Moans growing breathy, you softly grind into his face. His nose presses against your pelvis bone as he grazes his teeth against your clit, his tongue swirling, his lips suckling at the bundle of nerves. He knows what you want, what you’re about to do, and it only encourages him further.

It feels like there’s a knot inside of you that breaks when you cum. It’s being torn and twisted, your stomach clenching as you cry out. You stop bucking against him, your ears ringing as you cum, your hands curling in Quaritch’s short hair. 

You try to calm your hammering heart, try to relax, but you involuntarily tense as you’re seized by his rough hands. His rough tongue laps at your cunt, sliding through your folds, his tongue drawing lazy circles on your sensitive nub. Your muscles tense as you convulse, pulling and pushing him away simultaneously. 

“Oh, that’s it, darlin’.” He lets out a breathy laugh as he pulls away, a lewd trail of slick following him. “Jesus Christ, you were pent up. Squirted all over me.”

“I’m sorry,” you squeak as his fingers curl into your thighs, his rough hands turning you around so your ass is facing him. 

Behind you, he coos. “Oh, don’t apologise, sweetheart. You bein’ nice and wet only helps.”

There isn’t an audible warning. The only time you have to prepare is when you feel Quaritch’s tip rolls through your puffy folds, slapping lewdly against your slick cunt in order to obtain more lube.

The sting is unbearable at first. His cock is massive — bigger than anything you’ve ever tried, and a choked cry escapes your mouth as his tip breaches your swollen cunt, your walls sheathing him instantly.

“Holy fuck,” he hisses from behind, watching as your cunt swallows his cock inch by inch, his girth stretching you unbearably thin, “this pretty little pussy is just eatin’ me alive.”

You whine, and Quartich softly palms your ass as he spreads your thighs further apart, urging your body to take him. “You’re huge. Na’vi shouldn’t mate with humans, Colonel—“

“—‘S too late now. I’ve already chosen you.”

It's like he's splitting you in half. His thrusts are slow, sloppy, edging you closer and closer to being utterly destroyed. There's something rhythmic about his movements, something soothing, his palm on your ass cool.

Your feverish, fuzzy mind blocks out any forms of rationality as you let him take you. Your cunt flutters around his cock as his tip brushes against your cervix, impossibly hard; again and again and again.

"God, this hurts," you mumble, shuddering as Quaritch's fingers dart downwards to toy with your puffy, sensitive clit, his digits gliding through your sticky folds, "too big."

Feral, like an animal, Quaritch's nose nuzzles against your wrist, his teeth sinking into the skin softly. He bites you; draws blood, paints his tongue crimson with the metallic taste of your wound. You pull, tug away from him, your cunt throbbing, the heat of the room too much.

Suffocating, no, drowning in the insatiable warmth, you buck against him. It hurts — he hurts, and he mouths you again, nuzzling his teeth into your wrist, insatiably biting you, marking you; palming at your ass like it belongs to him.

"So tight," Quaritch grunts, "so small," his hands come around to your stomach, palming the plump flesh softly, "bet you'd love to be nice and round, pumped fill with my babies? Have a little half-breed?"

You let out a quiet whimper. Your skin itches, burns with desire, and with each sluggish roll of his hips, your head lulls.

"Answer me when I'm talkin' to you," he says, his teeth biting down on your wrist. Your head angles back so you can see him; and he looks so animalistic; so delicious, and you nod your head weakly.

"Yeah," you choke out, "I want a little half-breed."

Bent almost in half, skin glistening with sweat and spit, you let Quaritch take you. The white, milky excrement from the plant is still pooled on the floor, and your eyes focus on the way it drips from each stem, trying to calm your racing heart.

"I knew you would," he follows up, "you little fuckin' freak. Wonder how many of your little scientist friends would feel betrayed, knowin' you're bein' mated by a fuckin' recom."

Your eyes tilt backwards slightly. His balls slap lewdly against your ass, and warmth trickles into your lower tummy as he grips your flesh slightly. He's palming you, imagining your stomach more curvy and round; imagining you waddling around, pumped fill of his seed. God, you'd look so fucking hot, and he's not sure if it's just the Aphrodisiac making him feral anymore.

"Please," your voice wavers, "I'm gonna—"

"—Cum for me, darlin'," he says, his tongue rolling against the marks he's left peppered on your wrist, "squeeze me nice an' tight, let me fill this pretty little pussy up."

"Oh, god, please," you cry out as his hips roll into yours; his body beginning to chase his own high.

The sheer size of him is overwhelming. With each thrust, you can feel your tummy bulge — he can almost stroke himself through your navel, and he gives your plump flesh a soft squeeze as he continues to thrust into you. Green eyes darting towards the area in which your body links, Quaritch let out a guttural, animalistic growl as he notes the way a ring of arousal paints his stripey, blue cock white, his grip on your body tightening.

Disoriented and confused, fuzzy with lust, your body begins to tremble. Your thighs burn, unable to hold yourself up anymore, and your cunt flutters and squeezes his cock; desperate to feel him closer than he already is, although it's practically impossible.

"That's it," he praises, "come undone for me, my fuckin' — fuckin' cockdrunk cumslut," he grits his teeth, swatting your ass, "this perfect fuckin' pussy is going to be dripping with my seed."

Choked, stuttered moans crawl out of your throat, slipping past your lips in a beautiful melody as you come undone. Your body feels spent, worn, used; beautifully broken, limp as Quaritch continues to fuck into you — the Colonel, your Colonel. Your eyes gloss over, still focusing on the milky liquid pooled on the floor, your breathy shaky as your juices coat his cock, wetting his cock.

"Ow," you whine, "it's sore."

"I'm right behind you," he forces out, his eyes screwing shut as he lets himself go.

Your walls flutter around him as he cums, the aftershock of your orgasm pulsing throughout your body.

Something weird happens, though — the warmth blooms within you as opposed to dulling, a painful throbbing sensation pulsing in-between your legs. You pull, press against Quaritch's body, but his teeth have sunk into your wrist, his hands holding you against him, keeping you trapped.

"You've — you've knotted me," you breathe, bewildered, "you've knotted me."

"you're gonna be a good girl for daddy, right?"

you have to admit to yourself that when you started being trained under the tutelage of the toruk makto, the mighty olo'eyktan of the omaticaya, this isn't at all how you envisioned it going - but at this exact moment, limbs spread widely and tied up to the pillars of his tent, a blindfold covering your eyes and heightening all your other senses, his raspy, soft voice filling your ears while his hands are massaging the plush skin of your inner thighs, you can't find it in you to care.

"i need words, baby girl."

"y-yes, daddy. i'll be g-good, i promise."

"that's my girl."

"you look so good like this, kid. so, so good."

his hands trail gently over your body in barely-there touches, that set every inch of your body on fire, alight with anticipation and ache, desperate for more, needy for the pleasure you knew he was going to provide. it doesn't matter how many times you've found yourself like this, sprawled naked in his tent, contorted in whatever position he deemed appropriate at any one time, it would always be as intense as the first time - he wouldn't have it any other way.

when he reaches your breasts, his hand stalls, capturing a nub in between his thumb and index, no longer just a fluttering whisper of a caress but a pressured twisted unwieldy grip that makes a moan escape your parted lips and you hear his low chuckle, the most beautiful sound you've ever heard, second only to the uninhibited groan that he he can't help but exhale whenever you milk his cock dry.

"you have the prettiest tits i've ever seen, baby. perfect, just like the rest of you."

you feel the tingling in your extremities from the way the ropes tug at your wrists and ankles, but it's nothing compared to the throbbing in your core as his hand finds your throat and squeezes, as you feel the air getting knocked out of you, as the darkness no longer just envelopes your sight but the whole of you, as his cock, hard and unclothed, teases your entrance with a uncontrolled twitch, and the feel of it makes you squirm, pulling on your restraints in order to bring your legs together, to no avail.

Jake lets go of your neck with a dissatisfied tsk. You gasp when his canines sink into your lower lips and bite until it hurts and you feel the rusty taste of blood inundating your mouth. His tongue swipes the excess fluid before he kisses you, roughly and carelessly and you love it, love the feel of his mouth on yours, of his hands on your throat, love nothing more than being just daddy's little girl.

"if you want to get fucked tonight, kid, you have to be good, remember?"

"but d-daddy... i need you... i need to s-see you, i n-need your...cock, please, daddy!"

you couldn't help the way your voice was breaking and words stuttered as his unrelenting teasing made the throbbing sensations and ache to be filled reach torturous heights, or the way tears pricked painfully at your eyes as you couldn't stand not seeing him, not being able to tell what he'll do next, not being able to move your thighs to ease some of the discomfort.

"shh, princess... you have to trust daddy, mm? you know daddy will take care of his little girl."

you're sure the mewl you let out as he slips two fingers in your dripping cunt would be heard in the whole village and you knew he loved it - he loved when you screamed, and yelled, loved when you had to walk through the forest marked and bruised for everyone to see, loved when his cum was dripping down your thighs and how your scent was forever permeated by his own, so nobody could ever question who you belonged to.

his fingers were skilled and deliberate as they moved inside of you, curling on a spongy part that made you shut your eyes tightly and allow the tears to finally fall down your contorted face, his thumb drawing shapes on your clit, that was now red and swollen, desperate for more pressure.

"more, daddy, i need more!" the sobs stir something inside Jake, balls heavy and itching to spill their load inside you, but not yet. you weren't ready yet.

"why're you crying, kid? you need to be stuffed with daddy's cock so badly?"

asking questions he already knew the answers to seemed pointless and unnecessary, but he needed to hear you say it, or moan it, or mumble it - needed to see you, crying and helpless, just a little doll who needs someone to show you what you deserve, what you can take. you'd be wasted on a scrub your own age, who would never know how to handle you, who would never know what to do with you. you needed a man, and he was more than happy to fill that role for you, and... anything else that needed it.

the reality is better than any fantasy his mind could have concocted as you nod aggressively, breasts bouncing as you pull once more on the harness that's starting to hurt your wrists just enough that to walk the line between pleasure and pain.

"soon, baby. you're not ready for it yet. need to stretch this little pussy before you can take me, you know this."

his pace increases as his long digits slip in and out of you, as his lips find your clit and suck on it, as his tongue laps at the juices that you couldn't help coat his face and fingers with, and you feel every ounce of power and self slip away from your grasp, slowly but surely becoming just a tangled mess of feeling, chaotic and overpowering, no thoughts outside of how much you wanted this, how much you needed him, how much this man had a tight hold on every facet of your being and you happily gave it up, knowing there's no better feeling then being wholly owned.

"that's it, come for daddy."

it pushes you over the edge, the purr of his voice and the vibrations they release on your folds, and you come, loudly and uninhibitedly, shaking as your orgasm washes over you in intense waves of pleasure that go on and on, as his tongue and fingers stretch you, until you're so overstimulated you find your tears once more, your screams dwindling into whines you couldn't help release.

"i know, princess. doing so well for me. doing so well for daddy."

"open your mouth."

as always, when it came to jake sully, you obeyed without question. his fingers find their way down your throat and you immediately close your lips around them, swirling your tongue around and in between them, sucking them dry the way you would his cock, that you couldn't wait choke on later tonight. you loved the taste of your own cum on him, and so you cleaned his fingers thoroughly before he pulled them out and wrapped them around the blindfold that was covering your eyes.

"such a good girl. now i want you to watch as daddy fills you with his cock."

it felt sometimes you spent more times like this than not, overwhelmingly full, shaking in earth-shattering pleasure, this time on all fours, this time with a human contraption you have never imagined would ever exist, but not only it did, it was stuffed in you to the brim, sending waves of vibrations throughout your entire body, while jake watched intently, circling you so he can see you come undone from every angle.

"you like that, huh? 'course you do, kid. my baby's just a little slut, just wants her holes filled, don't you?"

you couldn't find it in you to answer, not when the little machine shook you to the core, not when you couldn't decide what was taking precedence in your mind: the sensations that were so powerful they were making patches appear in your vision, the sight of Jake's hands tightly wrapped around his cock, pumping himself vigorously while he watched you fall apart in front of him, or the worries that someone will definitely see and hear you, be it as you were, just barely covered by shrubbery, in a place that Na'vi frequented way too often - almost in view, just how he liked it.

"answer me, princess."

you nod quietly, trying to stifle the moans as his palm makes contact with the plush of your ass, the slap loud enough to attract attention if anybody were to be close, and your orgasm comes sharply into focus, so close you can taste it, and you knew that when it came, it would be enough to bring you to your knees, something he seems to have accounted for. when he increases the intensity with the little remote he had in between his fingers, you lower yourself until your face makes contact with your extended arm. before you know it, you bite down on the skin as hard as you can, canines drawing blood at the way you were trying to be quiet - anything to minimise the chance of being caught. it all becomes too much to handle when he spreads your ass and spits on it, lubricating you enough to push two fingers in your tight hole, and you cry out a muffled cry when you come, convulsing as you ride out your high, as you squirt all over the vibrator, gushes of liquid dripping down your thighs.

he pulls out of you and circles you once more, until he's facing you, and you can barely see straight, crying from being overstimulated, unable to distinguish pain from pleasure, as the toy still moves inside of your abused cunt, unrelenting and too intense.

his hand wraps around your hair, tugging on it til the bite marks were all that was left of your mouth on your forearm, and you look at him through your eyelashes, trying not to get distracted by how his cock was slapping on your cheek.

"sweet girl, if you want something to keep you from making sounds, i have something so much better than an arm. now, be a good girl and let daddy fuck this pretty mouth, how's that sound?"

you smile a sheepish smile, cunt clenching around the vibrator once more, as jake strokes his thick cock, the sweet precum falling over your lips and chin, and you don't waste a drop, swiping your tongue over your lower lip to catch all of it, moaning at the taste.

"open y'r mouth for me, kid."

jake is gentle as he slowly enters you, letting you adjust to his thick girth that presses on the roof of your mouth, your tongue flat against the underside of his length, loving the feel of every vein and memorising every curve and indentation as he slides further in, gagging as his tip tickles the back of your throat. saliva coats his cock and spills down his balls, and you want to protest slightly, when it feels like you can't breathe anymore, when the tears push past your glossy eyes and down your cheeks, until his words remind you who's in charge, and that, while he is, obeying means pleasure beyond your wildest dreams.

"relax, baby girl." his thumb traces your under eye, gathering the salty drops before they can stain your perfect face. "relax for daddy. breathe through your nose. there you go, princess. just like that."

you mewl, able to fit even more of him in you, and the sound reverberates through his length and you watch as he pushes his head back, a thin layer of sweat barely visible on his beautiful face, scarred from years of fights and battle, some of which happened when you were just a baby, an ever-present reminder of the differences between you, that you not only didn't mind, but were what drew you to him in the first place. jake is strong, and capable. he is mighty and revered. he knows you, knows what you want, what you need. he knows your mind needs quieting, and to be devoid of thoughts and worries, and while you were in his presence, he was more than happy to empty that pretty little head of yours and fill your body with his cum instead.

"f-fuck, that's right. good girl. taking daddy's cock so well, mm? my best girl."

his hand finds the top of your head as he pets you, soft caresses enough to spur you on, and you suck on his length enthusiastically, focusing on the tip whenever he pulls out before thrusting himself back in, using your mouth like a toy to get himself off. the groans he makes are low and unrestrained and it sends bouts of electricity throughout your whole body. you did this to him. you were bringing this great man to the edge of his self-control, and that thought alone was enough to heighten all the sensations given by the machine still vibrating in your soaked cunt and his cock stuffed down your throat, and when you come again, he does, too, and you make sure to swallow everything he gives you, watching as he pulls out, still stroking himself so some of his warm, sticky cum paints your face, just the way he likes it.

"you look so pretty like this, kid. red eyes, rosy cheeks, swollen lips, face covered in my cum. perfect for me, aren't you? daddy's little slut."

nights, when jake slips into your tent after everyone's asleep, are filled with slower, gentler, quiet times, where his big body cages you in, his arms draped across your sides, his large hands caressing your breasts and abdomen, and you feel safe in him, in his comforting presence and his sensual, praising words. you go to sleep with his cock deep in you, the way you wish to spend every minute of your every day. you can't help the way you stir in your sleep, desire building up in you from the feel of his length dragging along your walls as you move, from how his breath fans across the nape of your neck, sending tingles down your spine. you let out a soft mewl as you start grinding on him, unsure whether you want him to wake up or not, unable to come to a decision before his hoarse voice startles you.

"you're gonna kill an old man like me, kid. fucked you dumb 'til you passed out and you still need more?"

his fingers dig into your hips, pushing you back on his length until he bottoms out in you, and you yelp, the sensation overwhelming.

"go ahead, then. daddy wants to see you fuck yourself on his cock."

you smile and oblige. no matter how life would ever change for you, you knew you'd be alright, because he would always be here to take care of you and you'd always be daddy's little girl.

happy daddy jake's day and i hope you enjoyed my little present, besties 🫶🏻

“you’re hurt!”

It’s the first thing that comes out of your mouth when Jake appears in front of you in the laboratory. A concerned look is etched across your face, as you look down at the na’vi’s bloody palm. The lab is empty, besides you and him; it’s late, and you decided to stay a few extra hours.

He chuckles at your reaction, taking a seat on the tile floor. He’s too big to fit anywhere else in the room.

“I’m okay, honey. It’s just a little scratch,” he assures, as you move over to grab a first aid kit. You roll your eyes, grabbing the red box anyway and sitting down beside him to patch up his wound.

“Then why did you come here?” You ask teasingly.

“Oh, I don’t know,” he sighs, mockingly. “Maybe to see my favorite girl.”

You flush, heat rising to your cheeks at his words. And when you begin to wipe away the dried blood with a alcoholic wipe, you begin to speak.

“So how is it? On pandora, I mean.”

Jake hisses at the feeling of the wipe running over his wound. But then he sighs dreamily, tilting his head back. “It’s…wow. It’s great.”

You nod, happy that he’s doing good and liking his new life.

After a moment of silence, you look up at him through fluttering lashes.

“I missed you.”

He looks at you longingly, a soft smile forming on his face.

“I missed you too, sweetheart.”

You bring out a tube of antiseptic and apply it to his hand. It’s not that bad of a cut, just enough to draw a bit of blood. You grab a bandage and wrap it around his palm. His hand is so big that it takes a good chunk of the covering out of the kit.

Jake smiles when you’re done, and when you look up at him his eyes flicker.

“Kiss it better for me?”

His voice is soft, and questionable. You bite your lip, and grab his hand in yours. His blue skin is warm and inviting.

Your lips come down to kiss the bandaged cut. Soft, and you breathe against his skin as you do it longer than you should. When you pull away Jake’s opposite hand comes up to stroke your hair away from your face.

“You’re so tiny. Do you know that?“

The statement catches you off guard, and you frown.

“Is that bad?”

“Not at all.” he states softly. His hand strokes your cheek in slow circles. “I think it’s perfect.”

You and Jake have had intimate moments like this. Moments before he even became na’vi, when he worked with you and became your close friend. And there was always someone to interrupt that moment.

There isn’t now, though.

And so Jake moves you closer. His hands grab your arms. He’s gentle, as to not disturb his wound. And he pulls you onto his large thighs. You gasp, your legs moving onto either side of his, and it’s hard to do, really. He’s so wide in comparison to you that it causes a mild burning stretch in your groin. He moves closer, his lips warm against your ear.

“Do you feel how big I am?”

You shiver, beginning to squirm in his lap. As he pulls you to his chest.

“W-What?”

“I said..”

He grabs your hand, a small growl emitting from his throat. And, without warning, places your fingertips against his covered crotch.

“Do you feel how big I am?”

A small squeak spills from your lips when he commits the action. His bulge is big. Huge, even. You don’t know how he manages to cover it up with that thin piece of fabric.

“Yes.” You breathe out. His eyes are locked onto yours with a burning and intense desire.

“Kiss me.” He demands.

You obey him instantly, moving up to him and crashing your mouth onto his. You’re desperate, hands moving up to his brunette locks and give them a harsh tug. Jake groans, his tongue sliding into your mouth with ease. He tastes sweet, and his sharp canines scrape against your bottom lip. When he pulls away, it’s because you’re grinding down onto him and making him throw his head back in pleasure.

“Sweetheart..” he moans out.

“You’re so big,” you say, whiny and breathless. “I want you inside me, sir. Want you to be my first.”

“Goddamn, sweet girl. Are you sure you can take it?”

“I’ll take is so well for you, daddy.” You’re moving down to pull the loin cloth off of his dick. As expected, he’s enormous. Bigger than any human could ever possibly be. Fifteen inches and blue, with a slight curve and a long thick vein going right down the middle. The mushroomed tip of him is drenched in sticky liquid. Your mouth waters, as you go to stick your mouth to his girthy length. Licking a stripe up the vein, your eyes roll back when your tongue runs over a string of precum. He tastes divine.

“Good girl,” Jake praises, when you begin to kiss his tip. “Good fuckin’ girl..”

You whimper, and open your mouth wide. He’s too thick to even stick inside your mouth. You make a sound of disapproval at this realization, but that’s quickly forgotten when he’s grabbing your hair, fastening it into a ponytail, and telling you to spit on him. You do, leaving a wet puddle of drool on him. And then he holds you still and begins to hump your face. Your spit rubs against your own skin, and when his balls come in contact with your face your rubbing your open mouth on them desperately.

“Wetting that cock so good, baby, keep doing that. Gotta get you ready so I can stretch out that tight little cunt.”

The thought of his cock cramming itself inside you and stretching you beyond your limits makes you mewl, and although you should be scared to fuck such a big cock, you aren’t. The only thing you can think about is your needy hole being filled with Jake’s hot cum. You pull off of his balls with a pop, looking up at him with pretty Bambi eyes.

“Can you use your fingers on me, daddy?”

“Yeah, honey, yeah,” Jake murmurs. He’s overwhelmed, his face and neck incredibly hot. He brings his own hand to his cock, to relieve the ache of wanting to pummel you until your pussy breaks. “Shit, take that skirt off and lay down.”

You do, unzipping the pink fabric and pushing it, along with your underwear, down. Your pussy is swollen and aching, and when you lay down on the floor Jake pulls you toward him. He grabs your ankles and pulls your legs apart. And when your dripping cunt is revealed to him, he has to stop himself from shoving into you. Your pussy is red, clit swollen and juices trailing down your ass. The curly hair at the top of your snatch is almost adorable. And when Jake watches your little hole clench around nothing, he growls.

“Fuckin’ perfect. A human man wouldn’t know what to do with this little virgin pussy. Would he?”

You shake your head, watching as his index finger runs a stripe up your slit. You squirm, feeling his fingertip begin to sink into your hole. He gets to the first knuckle, and pauses. You furrow your brows in confusion, beginning to whine. He chuckles when he feels you clench around his finger.

“Needy? Haven’t even put a whole finger in and you’re all fucked out.”

“Please, daddy. I need it s’ bad.”

Your begging seems to work, because then he’s sinking it all the way in. And then, without warning, he shoves his middle finger inside of you, too. You cry out, the stretch something you aren’t even used to with your own fingers, let alone his. Wet gushing sounds emit from you when Jake begins to speed up his pace.

“Slutty girl. Look at you, dripping around my fingers, aren’t you? Yeah, fuck that pussy on my fingers, you pathetic slut.”

You mewl, your hips chasing that delicious friction of his fingers rubbing your inner walls. He attempts to squeeze his ring finger in, and when it pops tightly into your stretched hole you gasp out.

“Too much..” you mumble, your eyes shut and tongue lolling out.

“And you say you can take me? Baby, this is only three fingers. I might need to put my whole hand in here to make it fit.”

“Oh, god.” You say. “Jake..”

“I know.” His pinkie ghosts over the rim of your hole. “Think you can fit this in there?”

“I.. I don’t know..”

“It’s okay, sweetness. We’ll make it fit. Won’t we?”

You nod, dazed and confused, your pussy hurting from how good being stretched beyond your limit feels. The tip of Jake’s pinky slips in, and the tight fit feels incredibly snug. But you relax anyway, and it slips in with ease.

You huff, trying to calm yourself down as you drip all over the floor. His thumb is the only finger that isn’t in, and with skill he begins to rub your clit in slow circles.

“Daddy..” you slur. You can feel your orgasm drawing closer, Jake not even moving his fingers inside you but you still quake around the digits. He makes one small thrust into you. He massages a part of your walls that has you fucking into his hand. He smiles as he watches you become desperate for him. And without warning he begins to finger fuck you. Your wetness splashes all around your thighs and onto his wrist, and you a throaty moan pours from your throat. Your walls accommodate to his fingers quickly, and in no time your gaping snatch is being brutally manhandled by his strong hands.

Your eyes roll back, and as he massages your clit your hips surge up and you cum all over his fingers.

Jake grins, a proud smile on his face as you squeeze around him.

“Such a good little girl. That’s it, that’s it, honey.”

When you come down from your orgasm, your head spins from the high of it all. He slowly pulls his fingers out. When you’re empty you can feel your pussy gaping.

You haven’t even got to his cock yet. That’s what goes through your head, as you look at his incredibly large length resting against his stomach. It’s going to destroy you.

This is when you begin to get nervous. Can a vagina even handle that big of a length? It can give birth to babies though, right? So it should be okay..

You’re supposed to be a scientist, but you don’t know.

Jake’s hand on your cheek brings your attention back. It seems you’ve zoned out.

“Stay with me, baby.”

You nod, your hand covering his as you kiss his thumb sweetly.

“‘M here, Jake. I-“ his thumb is brushing over your lip, now, and it makes your head spin. “-I want you so bad.”

“Yeah?”

Your lips wrap around his thumb with ease, and you suckle gently. He groans, his body climbing in between your spread legs. His tip taps your clit, and your legs shake from the stimulation of your overly sensitive button.

“Spread this little pussy for me.” Jake says gruffly.

A whine emits from your throat as your fingers move down and open your lips up for him. His cock rubs up against your slit, and he moves forward to push himself into you.

It’s only the tip, but it still pains you. He leans forward, a grunt leaving his lips as his hands go to the sides of your head. He pushes in a bit more, and you gasp in shock; his girth is the worst (and best) part of it all.

“Daddy.. s’big!” You cry out. “Feels..”

You don’t know how it feels. All you know is that he’s throbbing and spilling warm ropes of precum into your sweet cunt, a burn starting in your pussy because of the stretch. He leans down to your ear, pressing a kiss behind it.

“That’s my fuckin’ girl. Take that dick, bitch.”

His voice is a low whisper, and his roughness surprises you. You definitely don’t hate it, though. And when he pushes into you another few inches, your eyes roll back and tears fill your eyes from the pleasure and pain. You don’t know what’s overtaken Jake, but he’s growling low in your ear as he takes your cunt with all he has.

“Filthy little size queen..” he moans, feeling your tight heat as it wraps around him. “All your good for is being my little cocksleeve. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, oh my god!” Your legs quiver. He chuckles, darkly.

“I’m halfway in.” He states. “Surprised you haven’t split yet.”

He says it so easily, as if he isn’t literally risking your life right now. His gentleness from earlier is gone, now.

“Wouldn’t mind if I did..” you mumble quietly.

He scoffs, amused. “What was that?”

His cock pushes further in. You groan, looking down at watching in awe as your pussy lips stretch obscenely around him.

You yelp when his hand comes down to spank your tits.

“Don’t fuckin’ ignore me. What did you say?” He demands.

“I said I wouldn’t mind if I did!” You repeat, a small moan mixing with your words. “Put it all the way in, daddy, break me, please!”

His eyes turn a shade darker as he bares his fangs at you. “Yeah? You want it all the way? Huh?”

His cock is forcing its way inside you, and he has no mercy as he pushes his dick inside your tight heat. You sob, tears beginning to stream down your cheeks, as he forces your cunt to adjust to him.

“Little pussy’s choking me, fuck.”

You can tell that even now he’s trying to hold himself back a bit longer so he doesn’t actually hurt you.

He pauses at a certain point. It’s like he can practically feel your cervix stopping his cock from entering any further. You’ve taken about twelve inches of his him, and he’s kissing the squishy wall at the very end of your gummy walls. It’s not necessarily a pleasant feeling, but your neediness makes it barely noticeable.

And when Jake looks down, a strangled moan comes out of him. Because there, in that space just below your tummy, the outline of his cock rests inside of you.

“Oh my god…”

He pulls out a few inches, and then presses himself back into that same spot. You whimper, the feeling of him throbbing inside of you igniting a fire in your belly.

Or maybe it’s his cock.

He grabs your throat in a tight grip as he directs your head to look down at the outline of skin that his cock rests under. “See how deep I am, angel?”

“It’s so much..”

“I know. It feels good getting used, doesn’t it? Little girl likes her hole being filled?”

You don’t even aknowledge what he says, just trying to take more even though it hurts. “Fuck me!”

“Patience.” Jake quips, as he pulls out until only the tip is left in you. And then he slams forward, hard and rough, and the sound you let out is almost animalistic. It hurts, but it hurts so damn good.

He begins to pummel your walls, no mercy as his thrusts quicken second by second. He grabs your ankles with his hands and practically bends you in half to watch your ass clench and your needy pussy get torn open by him. When he sees that blood is coating is cock, he begins to growl again.

“Fuckin’ pussy is bleeding. Slutty fucking hole can’t take daddy’s dick, can it?”

“I c-can, sir.”

It’s not true, and you both know it. But the look in your eyes makes Jake not be able to stop. You look too delicious, too fucked out and filthy, for him to stop ramming himself into you. He brings his fingers down to your clit, begins to toy with it, and you sob as your orgasm draws closer.

“Daddy! Pleasepleaseplease..” is all you can say as your high crashes over you and your wetness gushes all around him. He moans, watching your squirt land on his thighs and soak his fingers.

“Good little bitch.” He huffs out. You can tell he’s close, too. His hips are stuttering and his eyes are shut tightly as welcoming cunt takes him.

“Cum inside me, daddy,” you slur. “Fill me up with your hot cum. Need it s’bad..”

“Shit!” His hips still, and your eyes widen as you feel his hot cum squirting against your bruised cervix. His cock pulses as he releases his sticky seed inside your womb. When he stills, your breathing slows and you gently grasp his shoulders. He pulls out, hesitantly, and you let out a small cry when you feel your hole gape around nothing. He notices your shaking thighs.

“Are you okay?” He asks.

You nod, satisfied and happy at what just occurred. Jake brings a kiss to your forehead, and you fall asleep right there on the floor, fucked out and dreamy.

You stare at Jake as he approaches, your eyes wide and nervous, eager and lustful. You’re right on time, waiting like the good little girl you are. Jake can smell your arousal miles off.

He reaches you with a smirk on his face. “Hi, baby,” he greets.

You’re sitting on the ground, all ready, your pussy throbbing and soaking at the mere memory of his promise from yesterday.

Letting me put my fingers in you while you take my cock, girl. 

“Hi,” you say back, voice shy.

Jake sits in front of you, patting his lap, and you crawl to him, straddling his hips. He grabs onto your hips, fingers kneading into your flesh. “Eager, are we?” he teases, making you blush and fold your ears back. Jake chuckles. “You’re so fuckin’ pretty, such a good girl, baby.” He kisses the corner of your mouth. “My good girl, huh?”

“Yours,” you agree, grinding your hips onto Jake’s, feeling his cock twitching and hardening beneath you. “‘m all yours, Jake.”

He grins, kissing your jaw and moving lower, to your neck. Your slick is dripping through your loincloth now, smearing onto Jake’s, and he can feel it. He can smell it.

He snakes one of his hands down to your pussy, sliding it under your loincloth and finding your slick folds. He caresses them slowly and then slides a finger between them. You jerk as he prods at your entrance, softly sighing.

“You want me inside, kid?” he asks.

You nod eagerly. “Please,” you whine. “Please put your cock in me, Jake.”

He laughs softly. “If people could hear the way you talk to me,” he says, whistling lowly. “Goddamn, hm? What would they say?” He nibbles on the skin of your throat. “What would your dad say?”

You shudder.

He smirks. He loves how you squirm when he reminds you how wrong this is, loves how it only riles you up even more. “What did you tell your parents you were doin’?” he asks, curious. “Why did you say you were going out?”

“Just to ride my ikran around,” you reply breathlessly.

Jake chuckles. “Oh, you’ll be riding, alright.” He pushes his loincloth aside, his cock springing to attention. You’re quick to remove your own loincloth, your eyes begging him wordlessly.

Jake helps you sink down onto his cock. You moan, pussy dripping, eyes fluttering shut. You hold onto his shoulders, steadying yourself, your nails digging into his skin.

“Fuck, look at you,” he groans, his eyes trained on your cunt as it drips onto his thighs. “So easy f’r me, hm?”

You nod. “Jake, please,” you gasp.

He chuckles, leaning his face towards yours, kissing your jaw, moving his lips to your ears to say, “You remember what I told you yesterday? Remember what I said I’d do?”

You nod, eager, eyes snapping open and just about shining. “What if I can’t take it?” you question, nervous.

He smiles gently. “You’ll do fine, kid. Trust me, alright?”

“Okay,” you agree, shy.

Jake maneuvers your hips, rotating them so that his cock stretches out your pussy, allowing him to press against your g-spot. You whine softly, cunt pulsing around him.

You can feel your cunt softly stretching open, your slick lubing his cock, allowing him to slip in and out with ease as he begins pulling your hips up before bringing them back down.

Jake can feel the way you relax around him, how you loosen up, your cunt molding to his cock. He slides his hands lower, from your hips to your ass, and then one of his hands moves to your pussy. His fingers tease your entrance, all stretched out from his cock, and your gaze meets his, hesitant.

“Easy,” he coos when you clench around him, uneasy. “‘s okay, baby,” he promises, licking your neck. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“I want to,” you promise. “I just…what ‘f it hurts?”

“You tell me if it hurts, kid. And I’ll immediately stop,” he assures you.

Your big doe eyes watch him, full of lust and trust. “Alright,” you agree.

Jake kisses your jaw, biting across your skin before pressing a kiss to your lips. “Relax f’r me, baby,” he whispers. “Take a deep breath and relax, okay?”

You breathe softly, inhaling deeply and then exhaling gently.

“That’s it,” Jake encourages, his fingers prodding at your entrance as he feels you loosen around him. “Another deep breath, girl.”

You do as asked, closing your eyes, relaxing, trusting Jake in what he does. You know he’d never hurt you, never do anything that would harm or incommode you. You’d place your life in his hands if you had to, without a second thought.

“Good girl,” Jake praises, kissing the tip of your nose. “Look at me, baby. Lemme see those pretty eyes of yours.” You open your eyes, finding his amber gaze, and he smiles. “You’re so fuckin’ precious, angel. Such a good baby,” he tells you. “Another deep breath, alright?”

You nod, inhaling, filling your lungs with a deep breath, and Jake kisses you# his lips warm against yours. Then, he slides his tongue into your mouth, licking you all over.

Without warning, he slips his middle and ring fingers into your cunt, and as you gasp, surprised, he bites your lower lip.

You squeal, tears brimming the corner of your eyes not because it hurts, but because you’re so fucking full. 

“Jake!” you whine, pussy fluttering around his cock and his fingers as they press against your g-spot.

“Goddamn,” Jake groans, his voice rough, his ears folded back from the pleasure.

“‘s so much,” you mewl, a few tears falling from your eyes and rolling down your flushed cheeks. “‘m so full.”

He chuckles. “It’s so dirty, hm? You’re such a slut f’r me. So fuckin’ needy for my cock, and even that’s not enough, you needed my fingers in you too.”

You nod. “Yes,” you gasp. “I need all ‘f you,” you reply.

Something inside of Jake feels excited, eager, almost terrified from how intense the sensation is. “What d’you mean, angel?”

“Fuck me,” you beg. “Fuck me, use me, Jake. Please.”

He groans. “Fuck, I love it when you beg,” he says and starts thrusting into you. You mewl, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

Jake’s cock is wide and long, but combined with his fingers in you, you feel like he’ll split you in half. You cry out, tears spilling from your eyes, your own spit dripping out of your swollen lips.

Jake lowers his head to your chest, kissing your breasts, sucking on your hardened nipples. You can’t do much but whine his name, your pussy tight around him, your ass slapping against his thighs.

“Jake!” you mewl, feeling the pleasure curl within your womb, sending sparks across your skin.

Your body is trembling. You’re seeing stars behind your eyelids, your face wet with your tears, your cunt raw and throbbing as Jake fucks into you. His fingers are playing with that spongy spot in you that has you jerking. Every brush of his fingers sends more bliss to your womb until you feel like you might faint from the pleasure.

“‘m close,” you warn, biting your lower lip. You can feel your orgasm growing, spreading through your body, making your skin feel alight with ecstasy.

But as your pleasure reaches the edge, you can tell it’s different, somehow more intense, and you feel something low in your stomach reach out, making your body grow taut. And suddenly you’re over the edge, your orgasm crashing over you, and a gush of your slick squirts out of you. You gasp at the sensation as you squirt all over Jake’s lower stomach, soaking his groin and making him groan.

“Goddamn,” he gasps, his cock twitching inside you. And then he’s spilling into you, his cum filling your pussy, coating his cock and his fingers alike. “Fuck, that’s my girl.”

You’re gasping, a few tears still falling from your eyes as Jake pulls his fingers out of you. You watch, enthralled, as he licks his digits clean. Then, he helps you off his cock and lies you on the ground. He pushes your tangled hair off your face and asks, “How’re you feeling, kid?”

You smile softly. “‘m good,” you tell him, half-asleep, exhausted from the pleasure, downright fucked dumb. You take a deep breath and say, “I wanna be yours, Jake. Your…,” you hesitate and reword your phrase to say, “yours.”

Jake kisses your shoulder. “Mine in what way, sweetheart?”

Your eyes are closing, your mind drifting away as sleep threatens to wash over you. “Your mate,” you whisper. “I want to be your mate.”

Jake is shocked by your words. He can’t reply. He remains silent, frozen in place, just watching you. After a moment, your breathing grows heavy and even, and he realizes you’ve fallen asleep.

Jake sits on the ground beside you, wondering what he’s going to do with you now. You poor, naive little thing. Was he truly stupid enough to make you fall for him?

A little voice in his head scoffs at him and says, stupid enough to fall for her in return, skxawng.

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“I asked you a question,” he says, his hot breath fanning your face as he leans towards your height, his beaded necklace glinting in the dim moonlight.

“No,” you squeak, your heart thudding in your chest as his fingers drum against your ribcage, your skin prickling with goosebumps. You flush under his intense gaze, his orange irises sheathed by his black and blown pupils. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you, Jake.”

Jake grins, his tongue running subtle laps over his sharp canines. "Good girl. I knew you wouldn't be able to get me out of your head." As if to make a point, he raises his finger and taps it against, beaming when you giggle down at him. "Do you want to hear a secret?"

"Yes," you breathe, ignoring the heat which pools in your stomach as Jake pulls you even closer to him, your body nestling on his lap.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you, either."

His confession makes every nerve inside of you bloom with tingles, and you look away from him, trying to ignore the smile which threatens to tug at your lips. Jake's so big compared to you, his frame large and domineering, leaving you feeling meek and small as you wither from his touch.

It's embarrassing, but you're so horny. His presence makes you feel like a dumb bunny, and you hope he doesn't notice when you begin to gently move against his leg, desperate for any friction against the place where you need it the most.

"Jake," you whisper, finally confident to look back over at him, your face growing hot as he grins up at you lazily, his fingers brushing over the straps of your tank top, pushing them down slowly. "Can I tell you a secret?"

"Of course. It's only fair, really, for you to give me a secret now as well."

You blush. Of course it's fair — that's why you asked. You stare at him in awe, admiring his sultry expression. The biolumensent freckles which paint his face act as a guide in the dim light of the night, and you trace your fingers over them, trying to hide your awe as he glows a beautiful shade of teal.

"You're really pretty, Jake," you murmur, trailing your fingers from his face towards his queue, brushing over the sensitive nerve. You don't miss the way his tail thrashes wildly as you do so, or the unexpected gasp which slips from his lips as a result. "So, so, so pretty."

You're grinning just as wide as he is, now.

"You think 'm pretty, sweet girl?" Jake's breath hitches in his throat as your fingers follow the braided pattern of his queue, his arousal evident in the pitch which now crowds his loincloth.

"Very pretty." you say shyly, biting your lip carefully as you pull on his braid gently, your body exploding with electricity as a growl catches in his throat, dying before it reaches the air. It's the most animalistic sound you've ever heard him make, and you try to ignore how slick and uncomfortable your panties have grown to be from your grinding against him. "Daddy really likes it when I do that to him. Do you like it too, Jake?"

A low purr rumbles from him as he brushes his nose against your bare shoulder. Your scent is overwhelming and crowds him, dulling his senses, and he gazes up at you, trying to ignore the uncomfortable throbbing which plagues him as you grin down at him. "I like it, sweet girl. It's just very sensitive there."

"Can I do it again?"

Before you can even move, Jake's fingers are wrapped around your wrist. "No," he says, guiding your hand towards his loincloth, and your heart races in your chest as he rests it on his growing bulge, the cloth slightly damp from where his arousal had been leaking. "I want you tug on something else."

You hesitate. Your fingers linger above his cloth, your eyes wide as you stare down at him. You feel somewhat guilty — your daddy isn't here and you've been flirting with Jake. Imagine if he was somewhere flirting with Lyle when you weren't there — you'd be furious!

"I don't know. What about my daddy—"

"—Your daddy isn't here, baby. 'ts just us," he affirms, his fingers careful as they tuck a strand of your curls behind your ear, his stomach pooling with warmth as you bite your lip anxiously and gaze at him with glassy eyes. "Besides, you're just a horny bunny who thinks with her cunt and not her brain, right? Those are his words?"

You pause. "He does say that."

"And your cunt is wet right now, isn't it, sweet girl? I can tell by the way you've been rutting against my thigh, thinking that I haven't noticed." He tuts, but he's not mad. You face flames with embarrassment, but you nod your head in agreement, because he's right.

"So, by that logic, if you help me out, you aren't being naughty. Your daddy will understand. You want me to help you get off, baby?" he asks, and you nod your head ferociously, because you want to get off so, so badly. You're so needy for Jake to touch you, and as if to make a point, you wiggle against him. His chest blooms with pride, and he brushes his hand over your cheekbones, cooing, "then help me get off. I'll return the favour. You know I will."

"You promise?"

It feels like Jake is about to die when your fingers dart underneath his loincloth. You're so eager to please and it's crazy — he wishes that he found you before Quaritch did, because you're just the perfect little human mate. "I promise, baby. My sweet girl, have I ever lied to you?"

"No, you haven't."

"And 'm not gonna start now. Come on, baby. Be a good bunny and help me out."

You're still hesitant, but you listen. Desire pulses through you as you flip his loincloth up, and you feel your mouth part in wonder as you wrap your hands around his girthy length. He'd used your mouth the last time you were in this position, but then again, you couldn't exactly pleasure him yourself. You were so cock-drunk and horny, pressed between your mate and the Olo’eyktan that you couldn't think, let alone move.

But now, your daddy is nowhere to be seen, and oddly, you feel more confident.

Hesitantly, your tongue comes out, licking a long stripe up the base of his length, from his balls to the head of his cock. You'd done this to Quaritch before, but usually he's guiding you. Jake is giving you free-reign — he's nonchalant and relaxed, staring at you with a hazy gaze as you give his shaft a few sultry kisses. When he notices your docile gaze, he lets out a breathy moan of encouragement, grinning when you eagerly dip your head down to his balls.

You suck, gently, your hand rolling up and down his shaft. His cock is exceptionally large, almost as big as Quaritch's, and you flush as his legs twitch involuntary as you draw away from his balls with a large 'POP!'.

Arousal ticks in your belly as you drag your tongue up his base, careful as you reach the tip of his cock. You swirl your tongue over the head in an even circular motion, your tongue flicking over the slit carefully, watching as he jolts. "That's it," Jake mutters from above you, his fingers tangling in your curls, his breath uneven as he speaks, "that's my sweet girl."

Beads of precum begin to roll from his tip, leaving a white glow on the base of his cock. You can't help but moan at the sight of it — you can just see Jake's dishevelled face, your view almost completely blocked by his girthy cock. Your mouth wraps around his cock steadily, and your cunt throbs as he pulls at your hair softly, arousal pulsing through every nerve, crackling through you like electricity.

"Oh, that's it." You're careful as you take him in your mouth, forcing your head down slowly and smoothly. "You know how lucky your daddy is, baby?"

You shake your head, your eyes burning with tears as you begin to bob your head up and down. Jake tastes so good, just salty enough for you to continue on, and you moan around his length as he bucks up into your mouth with a hiss. "Oh, baby, 'm sorry. Just feels so good," his finger rests at the edge of your mouth, which is being impossibly stretched as you bob your head up and down his girth length, "my good, sweet girl."

"Jake," you try to mumble, but it's incoherent. Your tongue focuses on tracing his veins as you bob your head, your throat constricting as you force your head down, desperate to make him feel good.

"You don't have to force yourself, sweet girl. Just take what you can," he reassures, but you know he's liking you stretching your throat because he's moaning and writhing like it's his first time.

You want him to feel good. The thought makes your core throb with need, and you begin to rut against him desperately, needy for a source of friction. He's close. You can feel it. His cock is wet, covered in your salvia, and he thrusts up into your mouth every so often. Jake's control is slipping, and you moan around him as his grip on your hair tightens.

“This mouth's gonna look so pretty filled up f'r me," he mumbles, and suddenly you feel tense, alarmed; you feel like you're being watched. Relief washes through you as you meet Jake's intense gaze, offering him as much of a smile as you can when his cock is lodged to the back of your throat. "You ready, sweet girl?”

Before you can even nod your head or agree, Jake’s finished. He groans as he cums, and you swallow, eager to please him. You pull away from Jake's length, a lewd string of saliva and a dribble of cum following you as you pull away, and you hesitantly lap up the rest of what you'd left, hoping that he'd be proud of you for cleaning up your mess.

Your daddy would be proud of you.

"Don't stop now, bunny. The shows only just startin', ain't it?"

It feels like your blood runs cold when you hear him. You can't move and you certainly can't speak; your breath hitches in your throat and fear prickles up your spine when you feel his hand graze against your bare thighs.

"How long have you been there?" you ask quietly, trying to ignore the shame which floods through you as Jake grips your chin, forcing your face up to look at him. You can feel your mate's heated gaze on your backside, but you can't muster the energy to drag your eyes away from the Olo'eyktan.

"Long enough to know that he hasn't given you any relief yet, bunny. He's just so mean to you." Quaritch coos from behind you, his hands parting your thighs, his gentle touch sending sparks to your core. "I was watchin' you rut away, givin' him the best god-damn head he'd ever gotten in his life, and gettin' nothin' in return."

"That's okay. I didn't — I didn't mind," your voice is hoarse and your throat stings from where you'd force Jake's cock down your throat, and you squeak slightly as your mate's finger traces the outline of your slits through your panties. "I liked pleasing you, Jake."

The Olo'eyktan beams down at you, tugging gently at your hair. "You liked pleasing me, sweet girl?"

"I did." You smile, your stomach pooling with arousal as Jake's thumb slides between your lips, nestling between your teeth. They're so blunt compared to his, a reminder that you're just human and he's much, much more. His thumb crowds your mouth, makes your jaw reside in an uncomfortable position, and his heart tugs with pride when he realises how awkward it must be for you to fit something as big as his cock in there.

You suck contently on Jake's thumb, your eyes growing heavy as exhaustion rolls over you in a gentle way. A strangled whine slips past your lips as Quaritch's rough tongue licks a stripe across your clothed slit, tracing your line of arousal which had bled through the fabric.

"You're so wet, bunny. Jake got you this worked up, huh?" Quaritch asks from behind you, and his voice vibrates against your clothed pussy. There's something sinister in his tone — he seems almost envious, and you whimper as his fingers slip your underwear to the side, rolling his digits through your slits. "Answer me. I don't like repeating myself, bun. You know that."

"Yes, daddy. Jake got me all worked up. 'M sorry."

He scoffs, visibly displeased by your confession. Jake's eyes linger on your frame, and you nuzzle into the Olo'eyktan, shuffling away from your mate. Frustration pulses through Quaritch as you do so, and he opts for getting you to listen to him the best way he knows how.

"Oh," you groan as Quartich swiftly fingers two of his digits inside of you, instinctively curling against your velvet walls. You clench down around him, the squelching of your pussy air making Jake grin from above you, his hands cupping your cheek softly as you whimper against him. "Feels good, daddy."

"You want this pussy to be fucked so bad, don't you, baby bun? You're so predictable." Mockery drips from Quaritch's tone, and your eyelids flutter shut, your head lulling against Jake's chest, listening to the racing of his heart.

His eyes are glinting with arousal as he watches your mate finger you, his cock now hard again, pressing into the plush flesh of your belly. It makes you whine as you feel it leak against your skin, beads of precum rolling against your skin.

"Yes, daddy. Wanna be stuffed full with you, please."

You whine as Quaritch curls his fingers inside of you. It feels like there's a rope inside of you, fraying and twisting, being ripped and torn apart as he fucks you with his fingers. It feels so deliciously good, and you can feel the familiar warmth of arousal pool in your stomach as he gently fucks his fingers into you.

"Stuffed full of me, bunny?" Quaritch asks, tilting his head to the side as you clench down around him. When you moan, nodding eagerly, Quaritch tuts, pulling his fingers away, and the loss of contact makes you cry out, the familiar feeling of your orgasm fizzling away. "Now, that's not fair on Jake, is it? I had you last time, baby. Don't you think it's fair for him to take you today?"

You pause, eyes flicker up towards Jake. He’s grinning, staring down at you with a frivolous gaze. “You like the thought of that, sweet girl?”

“But that’s daddy’s hole.”

“Daddy’s okay with sharing,” Quartich calls from behind you, giving the flesh of your ass a squeeze as he pushes on your hips, encouraging you to turn to face him.

You shuffle awkwardly, your lap now nestled back in Jack’s lap, your body now facing Quaritch, whose ears are pinned right to his head. “Besides, baby bun, you started this. Surely you want to end it.”

“Okay,” you breathe, desire burning in your chest as you feel Jake’s hard cock press against your hand, watching as your mate palms at the head cock. “Sharing is caring.”

A soft, breathy moan slips past your lips as you feel Jake’s tip push into your cunt. It stings, and your eyes prick with tears as the stretch of your cunt burns and licks at each nerve. He’s thicker than your daddy is, and you bite your lip as you adjust to his width.

Sure, you’re used to Avatar cock at this point, but it took a lot of training to fit Quaritch inside. A lot.

“So pretty f’r me,” he groans from behind you, your stomach burning as you feel his length press against your navel. “Look at that stretch. You’re somethin’ special, sweet girl.”

Your eyes lock onto Quaritch’s, the green ring of his irises sheathed by the dilation of his lust. His pupils emit an eerie, black sheen, his strokes careful as he opens his legs, smirking as you let out a whine.

From behind you, Jake softly begins to roll his hips. Breath hitching in your throat, a whine dies in your throat before it can slip past your lips, an intimate burn stretching your cunt as his balls press smack softly against your flesh as he ruts into you.

Whilst you’re not ashamed that your daddy’s found out, you do worry what he’s going to say once Jake is done with you. You can’t think about that now, though — your legs are shaking from his motions, a fire igniting inside of you.

Lewd squelching sounds flood your ears. You feel weak, dazed and confused, reaching out for Quaritch, but he shakes his head, his ears pinning against his skull. His eyes are slits, and he’s clearly displeased, but his casual smirk shows you that he’s enjoying this just as much as you are.

It feels good to be used by Jake. His hands soft as they roam his body. His hands brush against your nipples and you moan, the delicious, electric spark making you convulse involuntarily. His tip brushes against the sensitive bundle of nerves inside of your cunt, your body growing slightly weak as you clench down around him, the fire inside of you blazing.

It feels like there’s a knot inside of you, being frayed and set alight. It’s embarrassing how close you are so soon, but you’ve wanted him for so long, and Quaritch is teasing you with his cock, showing you what you can’t have. You paw at your mate, a pout on your lips as he shakes his head again, tutting as you moan loudly, your legs trembling as Jake’s breath grows heavy behind you.

“Please,” you cry out, clawing at Quartich’s thighs, your cunt being pounded from behind. It feels so good, so impossibly delicious, and you drag your bottom lip between your teeth as you plead, “can I touch you, daddy, please?”

“No, bun. Not today. Just enjoy what you’re being given. Things can turn sour quick if you keep talkin’.”

Your stomach flips, your eyes squeezing shut as Jake palms at your ass, gripping the plump flesh needily. Quartich watches, an amused expression on his face as he surveys how Jake tests the waters, the rolling of the Olo’eyktan's hips steady and even. He tries to keep you grounded with his grip, one of his hands coming down to your puffy clit, rolling the sensitive bundle of nerves between his fingers gently, the overstimulating touch causing you to cry out.

"Look at that pretty little mouth, all open 'n beginn' to be fucked. It's a shame you can't touch today, bun, I know how badly you want to choke on me. I could tease you all night," Quaritch cools, his fingers a cool contrast to the warmth of your face, eyes flickering over to the Olo’eyktan' behind you, "but Jakey-boy there can't. He looks like he's about to explode."

"I can go all night," Jake says, but it comes out more like a breathy whine, and you moan as his thrusts grow sloppier and jagged. He doesn't sound like he can, his voice teetering over the edge, and you buck back into him, meeting his thrusts.

"But he can't. He can't deal with that tight, bratty little cunt of yours like your daddy can, bun. Your clenchin' is too much for him."

You meet Quaritch's eyes, your own wide and cock-drunk as the fire inside of you burns wildly. "Cum for me, Jake, please," you cry, your voice shaking as you stare at the Colonel, whose teeth have clamped down on his plump lips as he edges himself, his lavender tip beginning to bead over with cum. "All in me. Please?"

"Well, how could I say no to that, sweet girl?" he chokes, his hips stilling as you feel his hot seed spurt inside of you, the blaze inside of you being snuffed out as you join him, his thighs growing slick with your wet as you come undone.

Warmth flashes over your face, and your eyes sting as you open them, a salty taste flooding your mouth as Quaritch finishes on your face, a satisfied grin on his lips as he rolls his hand up and down, palming his tip carefully.

"I thought you needed a tasteful reminder of who you belong to," he chuckles, your cunt growing slick as he pushes his thumb in your mouth, urging you to suck away the beads of cum which painted his skin.

You feel warm and gooey, your stomach blooming with butterflies as Jake pulls out of you, leaving stickiness in his wake. He slaps his cock against the flesh of your ass and you mewl, Quaritch's eyes darkening as he gazes down at you.

"I think you want this just as badly as me," he utters, his voice low and incredulous as his hands abandon your body.

Quaritch's breath fans against your cunt as an apology for the absence of his touch, peppering gentle kisses up and down your slick. You don't want to be bad, but you're so needy — grinding softly against his face, the warmth that pools in your lower belly addicting.

"So eager, bun. Don't worry, gonna give you want you need. Just want you to be relaxed first."

A soft sigh glides past your lips as his mouth connects with your clit. The sensitive bundle of nerves twitch, his lips curling up into a smirk as you buck against him involuntarily. Quaritch's motions are deliberate and sloppy, his spit coating your cunt, swirling together with your slick.

The feeling of him being intertwined with you makes your cunt clench. Your body becomes electric with sparks, exploding with ecstasy as his rough tongue licks stripes up and down your slick. It's so intimate, so gentle — his movements are precise, your legs jolting at every movement, every lick.

Quaritch's fingers tease at your hole. Your cunt squelches as his digits push inside, curling against the spongy spot inside of you skilfully. "Please," you mumble, incoherent as your body arches against him, your vision sparkling as his fingers work at you effortlessly. "Wanna cum, daddy, please?"

"Don't want you to ask, bunny," he purrs, the sensation causing heat to flash through your body. "Just want you to do."

You nod, even though he can't see, blinking the stars away. Quaritch knows your body beautifully, his fingers making slow, dragging motions against your velvet walls, his lips and tongue sloppily doting on your cunt, swirling up and down from your hole to your clit.

Your mouth opens and closes, quiet gasps of pleasure spilling past your lips. Your stomach tightens, your eyes growing teary and blurring, swirls of colour shrouding your vision. You're close — he feels it, and you feel it, too.

He growls, and it rumbles against your cunt. You clench down around his fingers, your hips judder against his face and your eyes snap shut as you cum, gasping and moaning as you finish.

"Oh, that's perfect, bunny," Quaritch mumbles, pulling away from your heat once he's finished riding you through your orgasm. His fingers run through your slits, the feeling making you shiver against him. "You're so good, baby."

He pulls away, and you whine, pouting from the loss of contact. The feeling of cool jelly making contact with the flesh of your ass makes your skin flood with goosebumps, a shudder leaving your mouth as his fingers begin to spread out the lube evenly. Quaritch moves the jelly from the flesh of your ass, making sure to be particularly attentive to your puckered hole, which stretches impossibly as his thumb presses into it.

Quaritch lines up a his finger, pushing against the rim of your ass, forcing it inside. You blow out a careful breath — steady and even, in a desperate attempt to relax. It burns, which isn't exactly surprising. His fingers are so wide, so huge, and your ass clenches around him, impossibly tight.

"Oh my god," you breathe, your voice shaking as his thumb pushes into your ass, a low hiss gliding through the air as he begins to massage your soft, velvet walls. "Daddy, 't feels so weird."

"Do you like it, though?" Quaritch asks, his voice soft as he softly begins to curl his thumb, groaning as your ass clenches around him. "Does it feel good? Does it hurt? Use your words, bun, 'wanna help you."

"It — it hurts, a little," you stutter, gasping as another one of his fingers push inside your ass, the stretch almost unbearable. "Don't know how 'm supposed to take you. Feels good, though, want more."

"God damn, bunny, more?" He teases, resisting the urge to begin to fist his painfully hard cock. Quaritch begins to feel beads of precum run down his length as you moan against him, your puckered hole flinching as his fingers glide in and out your ass gently.

A moan catches in your throat, and you're unsure of whether or not it actually escapes your lips or dies before it gets to do so. Quaritch reimburses another dab of lube to your ass, painting his fingers with the thick jelly. The sheets are so warm and soft, cocooning you as you melt into them, your ass stretching as he pushes a third and final finger in.

"I want you now," you mumble incoherently, withering as his fingers curl against your velvet walls, the intrusion making your stomach flip with need. The sparks of a new, upcoming orgasm begin to light, burning wildly as Quaritch presses gentle kisses to your impossibly hot thighs.

"You can have me in a minute," he chuckles, his blue fingers a dangerous contrast to your skin as he stretches you, the burn an impossibly good sensation.

It's a few more minutes of this. Slow teasing, insistent stretching. Teasing, deliberate motions; his fingers scissoring you open, ears pricking upwards at every moan and whine. He listens to your gasps and your stilted breaths, eager to know what feels good here and what feels bad.

Quaritch needs to know it all. Usually, he does — when it comes to your cunt, he's an expert. He doesn't even have to think when he pummels into you anymore, he just moves. Rolls his hips back and forth, fucking you with deliberate strokes, watching as your eyes roll backwards and your legs tremble.

This is all new, though, and you're much more vulnerable. It's not like any other first time. This is a whole new level of intimacy, and Quaritch doesn't even have the heart to joke about it. Your little body trembles beneath him, taking him so well, and his heart swells at the sight.

"Jesus, bunny, I ever tell you how much I love you?"

"Yes," you say, shyly ducking your head as Quaritch pulls out of your ass with a squelch. He applies a final coating of lube to your ass, careful as he does so. Incredibly attentive, he spreads your ass apart with his hands, groaning as he stares at the tight ring of muscle. "Love you too, daddy. Please can you put it inside now?"

"Okay, bunny, so god damn eager," he grumbles, but his tone is affectionate, and your body warms at his words. There's a shrill feeling of excitement which climbs through your body when you feel his thick cock press against the rim of your ass, a sense of dreadful desire shrouding your senses. "You ready, bun?"

The ring of muscle is so wet that Quaritch has to grit his teeth and tense all of his muscles to prevent himself from cumming. The sight of you like this, so exposed and vulnerable, has him teetering on the brink of pure ecstasy.

"I'm ready," you whisper, tense as the lavender head of Quaritch's presses into the rim of your ass. "I — I think."

"I don't want you to think. I want you to know. It's gonna hurt, bun, and I don't want you hurtin' all over 'cause we rushed in too soon."

You close your eyes, your fingers intertwining with the sheets. Your heart hammers in your chest, your body shrouded with warmth as you pout, the feeling of Quaritch's tip pressing against the rim of your ass, making your stomach pool with heat.

Softly, you drag your bottom lip between your teeth, mumbling quietly, "ready, daddy. I want it so bad."

A quiet hiss slithers past Quaritch's lips at your words. You feel him purr, the rumbling vibrating throughout your body. It's so intense that it makes your bones shake, distracting you from the burn as his tip begins to push into your ass.

Your eyes squeeze shut as he stretches you out. No amount of lube or fingering could have made you prepared enough for this — the sheer agony which pulsates through your body with every gentle forward edging of his hips.

Gently, Quaritch rubs at your thighs. His fingers massage at your skin, making gentle, soothing motions. "Breathe, bunny," he murmurs, grunting as his the lavender head of his cock is swallowed by your hole. "Can't get in if you don't relax."

"'m trying! It's so big, daddy, won't fit."

"I'll make it fit. That's what you want, bun — to be stuffed, filled with your daddy, right?" He utters, grabbing at the soft flesh of your ass and carefully beginning to push himself further into your hole. You hum, your head lulling against the sheets as your ass burns from the stretch, blinking away tears. "Then be a good girl and calm down."

"It hurts," you whine, crying out as his length pushing inside of you, inch by torturous inch.

You feel so stuffed. Literally, you've never felt so full in your life — you bring a shaking hand down to your stomach, a broken moan gliding past your lips as you trace what you feel to be the outline of his cock, poking through to your navel.

"Almost half way... Fuck, bun, can't put it in any further," Quaritch groans from behind you, his hips juddering as your ass sheathes his cock, impossibly tight.

"This is as far as you can go?" you gasp, fear prickling up your skin as his hips begin to move, slowly, rolling back and forth. There's a fiery burn which edges around your ass, the stretch painful as he fucks into your hole.

Quaritch groans, his fingers snaking towards your clit, rolling the sensitive nub between his fingers gently. You jolt, ass bucking into him, forcing another inch of his overwhelmingly large cock into your ass. "I've tried, bun, I can't get anymore in. Believe me, if I could, I would," he mumbles, his eyes fluttering shut as he tries to focus on keeping a steady and even pace, his fingers clumsily rolling at your clit.

A moan catches in your throat when Quaritch's dick slickly rides into your ass, your puckered hole tight around him. He grins, the movement of his fingers becoming steady, focusing on rolling number eight's onto your clit; your cunt growing wet with slick from the motions.

"Do you think you could cum from this, bunny? You think daddy's cock stuffing your ass could make you cum?"

"Yes," you mumble, your head lulling downwards, eyes focused on the white marble counters. "Feels so good but so sore, daddy."

Pleasure rolls through you in a delicate wave. His lips press against your hot skin, peppering gentle kisses against your warm back. His movements begin to speed, fingers abandoning your clit, his hands riding up from your thighs to your ass.

Your face is flaming, insatiably hot as Quaritch lewdly grabs the flesh of your ass, spreading your cheeks apart, groaning when he sees the ring of muscle tight and clenched around his cock. The lube is white and vibrant against the aqua blue of his skin, glistening in the light of his room, and he watches, intense, as his length drags lewdly in and out of your ass.

The squelching sound is so lewd that it has the tip of his cock twitching, and his nose crinkles as your velvet walls clench down on him. This has been a long time coming — he's been putting toys up your tight hole for weeks, trying to prepare you for the strange sensation of his huge cock penetrating you.

You're thankful that he's been so gentle with you. There's something primal inside of Quaritch, his most consistent attribute being the urge to inflict pain onto others. And you're into it, usually — you love being spanked and being told that you're a naughty bunny, having your cunt destroyed as he breeds into you like you're nothing but a hole to him.

The intimacy of this is making you crave relief. You're so hot, it's like you're burning up a fever, and the irritable stretch begins to fade away as warm pools in your lower belly. Moans begin to slip past your lips more frequent, the feeling of being stuffed making your cunt clench needily, wanting for him. Quaritch is making sure that you're content with his movements, all whilst grunting and groaning and trying to control his desire to pound into you like an animal.

"Can feel this little ass clenchin' down on my cock," he says, voice strained as he rides into you, the sounds of his balls slapping against you echoing lewdly. "You gonna cum? Goddamn, bunny, can feel how pent up you are."

You feel so strange, so full, so stretched. The sensation is foreign, but addicting, and you buck down onto him, your stomach coiling as you do so, your thighs shaking as he rolls into you. "Want to cum, daddy, can I, please?"

"Bun, what did I say earlier?" He grunts, his cock twitching inside of you, length being squeezed so tight that it feels like you're milking him. When you don't answer, he utters, "don't ask. Just do."

Gasps echo around the room as you cum. It's a different feeling than usual — prickling all over your skin, pleasure shooting out of you in waves. You're so weak, your legs trembling as you cum, your slick painting Quaritch's thighs, your ass clenched impossibly tight around his cock. Your velvet walls massage him, so soft and perfect, and his hips judder around you, his hot load shooting inside of you.

There's a beat of silence, a shared understanding as Quartich finishes, the warmth flooding from your belly once he pulls out of your ass. A loud squelch fills the room, and then you feel his cum begin to dribble out of you, a moan hitching in your throat as spreads your ass apart with your hands, a loud purr vibrating from him.

"Goddamn, bunny, I gaped you good." He says, his breaths uneven and fast as he examines your hole, slapping his cock against the flesh of your ass as he does so.

You wiggle your ass against him, pain surging through your nerves as you do so. All you can hear is heavy breathing, for a few seconds, and then banging on his walls — the sound of a muffled loud 'OORAH' pounding through.

"Yeah, hon," he plants a foot to the ground, new angle offering you a quick flood of release from his onslaught of hitched thrusts only for the pain to ride itself up your spine in a shattered cry that falls from your lips.

"Doin so good," Jake groans, releasing his hand from its hold on your neck to pull you down onto his cock, spreading the plush of your ass to watch your swollen folds grip the girth of him. "Christ, you're so tight."

Your head is still fuzzy with haze when his hand lifts and you choke on the air that floods your lungs. Your brain scrambles to remember your safe word admist the focus it holds on the sharp pain that rivets through your shakey legs and arms.

You remember it started with an 'o'

And you try, you really do. Tears spilling over your hot cheeks as you cry beneath him. Jake splits you as he sinks all the way into you with a huffed groan, and you yelp under him.

"Y'okay, sweetheart?" Jake stops, massaging his hands into the clammy skin of your lower back. You don't say anything, resorting to sharp pants and shakey sobs that wrack your body.

"Is daddy being too rough?" Jake asks, sliding a hand down your back gently. When you nod, chin wobbling as you break down in sobs, Jake's immediately pulling out of you and settling on his knees beside you.

"Whadda' need, baby?" He drops his head to meet your eyes, face still planted on the ground. "Tell daddy what you need n'he'll get it, okay?"

You shake your head at that, reaching a shakey hand towards him to grasp his larger that's planted on the ground beside your head.

"Please hold me." You sob, and Jake nods, immediately helping you into his lap, pressing your back into the rough of his chest.

He soothes you over, running his free hand up and down your back, arms, and thighs as you take deep breaths, squeezing his hand as you do so.

The quiet hum of the forest helps, letting your mind calm and relax in the warmth of Jake's hold.

"M'sorry, kid." Jake finally speaks, pressing a soft kiss to a knuckle of your spine. "Didn't realize I was being too rough."

You nod, letting your head drop back into his chest with a deep sigh.

"Needa tell daddy when it hurts–"

"I tried!" You cry, reaching a hand up to massage at the sore base of your neck and shoulders. "Could hardly speak..." You mumble, dropping your eyes to the ground.

Jake sighs behind you, and you both hear and feel it before he's pressing gentle kisses over the arch over your shoulders and the swell of your achey neck.

"M'sorry, sweetheart. Really am," Jake drops his chin to your shoulder, "Daddy'll be more careful next time." He runs the pads of his fingers down the palm of your hand gently, letting the movements soothe you.

As you start to relax, Jake runs his hand over the sore part of your shoulder, earning a jump and hiss from you.

He immediately puts both hands up and apologizes when you whip around, narrowing your eyes at him.

"M'sorry, m'sorry," Jake let's you relax again before trying to pull you back into his lap, and it's only when the sore pulse of the pain disapates that you let him.

He drops a kiss to the back of your head, whispering soft apologies and rubbing his hands down the soft of your arms. "I'm real sorry, hon," he turns to rest his cheek to the back of your head.

You nod under his hold, letting your hand slip to slink with one of his that's began to rub circles into your forearms.