there's not even a whisper of air between your bodies, skin flush together. you're practically glued together, souls merging into one through the bond of your kurus.

she climbs on top of you, pushes you down onto the mossy forest floor. her lips leave a trail of kisses between your breasts, tongue flicking out to taste your skin.

her hips grind against yours, tewngs already discarded somewhere on the soft moss around ypu. she's pulsing against you, hot and slick and sticky against your soaked folds. it's like you feel each sensation doubled through tsaheylu, each bolt of pleasure that shoots through her leaves you breathless as well.

your clits catch, bumping against each other with each stuttering grind of your hips. one of your hands finds its way into neytiri's hair, playing with the beads decorating her braids until your fingertips find the base of her kuru, rubbing the sensitive spot gently. she gasps a breathy moan, eyes squeezed shut. you can feel it, too, how the pleasure sends sparks flying though her body.

her hips spead up, a desperate edge to her movements. you moan, whiny and shaky. it's almost too much, your body burning hot against hers. you push up onto your elbow, hand in her hair guiding her head down so you can nuzzle your face into her neck, her scent grounding you and heightening your pleasure at the same time.

your nose presses right into her scent gland, pulling another whiny moan from your mate. you can feel spit slipping down your chin, mouth watering at her pheromones. it smears over her throat, sticky and messy.

your hips buck up into hers, whimpering at the influx of stimulation the bond of your kurus provides you with. your cunts are eaqually soaked, thighs sticking together and each thrust creating obscene slick sounds.

it's so much better than you could've ever imagined your first time making tsaheylu with your mate to be. you're drunk on her; her sounds, moans and whines spilling freely from her kiss-bitten lips; the feeling of her against you, molten heat pouring into each one of your limbs like lava; her scent, it leaves you light-headed, clouds your mind with need, every other thought pushed aside as your desire for her blossoms like a tsawksyul in the sun.

you drink her in, the flat of your tongue licking a stripe up her throat. both of you are close, labored breaths synchronizing until they turn into needy gasps and whispers. her thighs spasm around your hips, swollen clits pressed together. each erratic beat of her heart rushes in your ears, vision cloudy from the sheer strength of your orgasm.

she smells even sweeter now, like ripe fruit begging to be plucked from its tree and tasted. neytiri collapses onto you, her hot breath mingling with yours as you stay like this, tangled up in one another, feeling each sensation coursing through the others veins.

your lips meet in a messy kiss, spit-slicked mouths sliding together and canines clanking, and you know you made the right decision accepting neytiri as your mate.

but after all her suffering, she had prayed to the great mother to at least spare her grandchildren. she knew eywa could make no promises, just as much as she knew that many others had prayed for the same for their own loved ones.

who was she to demand mercy? to take it away from another? to dare question the great balance?

from the moment she had held neteyam, a part of her whispered doom. he was so light, so precious, so very fragile in this dangerous world.

he grew, of course, a strong shell growing around his kind heart. she hated to see him hide it away, but she knew it was there. she had watched him rise to the occasion of war with concealed fear.

she had lost her husband and a son-in-law to the sky people. she couldn’t bare to lose her grandson.

so when they flew to the distant islands of the metkayina, she thought they were safe. surely no one would find them amongst thousands of villages.

she should have known better than to hope.

𓇢𓆸

she awoke sweating and breathless, wheezing as she processed the empty room of her tent.

she had seen blood behind her eyes, a wail of pain and sorrow, a heart beat stopping.

eywa’s messages were always cryptic. but this was easy to piece together.

it was more mo’at’s own will that prevented her from fully interpreting it.

the silence of her hut beat against her ears, so very unusual.

she was used to it being full constantly: of injured, of children, of voices dead and alive.

now, there was nothing. as though the great mother was giving her time to grieve.

she refused.

she pulled on clothes quickly, sliding her blade into its sheath as she set out for the tree of voices.

mo’at may have been old, but she knew the path well. eywa showed her some respect in clearing her path of creatures, allowing her to walk without worry.

the forest was quiet, too, sensing the lose, sensing her rising fear and sadness.

she approached the tree slowly, bringing her queue over her shoulder. her chest tightened with grief, with rage.

neytiri’s scream filled her ears.

she connected her kuru to one of the hanging strands.

it took a few minutes of meditation and searching, but soon she found him.

“hello, grandmother. is everything alright?”

“yes, neteyam. i just wished to see you.”

she did not dwell in the spritual realm of her grandson’s memories, lest she show too much emotion. neteyam did not know he was dead, and she would not try to tamper with that fact.

she disconnected her queue, and the titters of animals around her stopped.

she knelt there for what felt like centuries, hands clenched into fists in her lap. she felt like a child, wanting to scream and rage and wail and holler.

but she did none of those things.

instead, she layed her head against one of the many roots of the tree and wept.

neteyam’s breath in her ear, soft and steady.

in and out, went his lungs when he was born.

in and out, he repeated to himself when he completed his iknimaya.

in and out, he practiced as he prepared to leave his home for a strangers refuge.

in and out.

in and-

a gasp.

then silence.

masterlists.

Curiosity has always been Neytiri's biggest fault. Always too curious. Too adventurous. Too rash and unwilling to think through situations that were considered dangerous. Too impulsive.

It was these exact qualities that lead her to this tiny tawtute and the compromising position she found herself with you. Trapping your small body under her, scenting your skin, feeling your silky skin under her palms, hearing your rapid breathing as your pleasure built, filling your tight cunt with her fingers until you came. It was euphoric.

Euphoric, but stupid. It took hours to track down a yerik to explain her absence. Smelling your addicting scent on the breeze from how well your scent mingled with hers, making Neytiri stop by a mud filled pond to try and wash your scent off her skin. Even then it wasn't enough, your taste was still on her tongue and Neytiri curses herself for not getting a proper taste.

Lying was the easy part; it's a trait any child of an authority figure learns quickly at a young age. Presenting her catch to her father and mother, reporting no activity from the Sky Demons, ignoring the critical eyes of her betrothed from the amount of mud and dirt covering her body, pretending she didn't see him eyeing the barely noticeable nervous twitch of her tail.

The hardest part was pretending; falling back into her boring, mundane routine. Pretending that her every thought isn't filled with you. Your soft, curved body, your sweet scent, your pretty sounds, your desperate expressions.

Seze glides smoothly through the clear sky, the wind lacking it's bitterness as it caresses Neytiri's face and body. The bow in her hand is held in a laxed hold, fingers loose around the arrow knotched into it's place. Neytiri's mind is lost in the clouds she flies over, not paying any mind to the victory chatter from the hunting party, celebrating their catch and congratulating Kahoke on taking down his first talioang.

"Eltu si!" Tsu'tey barks out to the young hunters that are not paying attention to where they're flying, making the sturmbeest hanging in the wide net below swing dangerously to one side, shifting their ikrans off course, their loud screeches of displeasure rings through the air.

Neytiri lazily turns her head, focusing her eyes on the young hunters before turning her gaze skyward, closing her eyes and enjoying the late afternoon air. She's counting ever second that passes, praying that she can be alone to her thought soon.

"You are distracted today." Tsu'tey's not so quiet comment doesn't go unnoticed by Neytiri, her ear twitching as a soft acknowledgement. Tsu'tey contemplates his next words, not planning on letting her ignore him as she plans.

"You have been distracted for many weeks." he continues, staring at the side of Neytiri's head, scowling when she doesn't respond with anything but a soft hum.

Steering his ikran, Äzan, more to the left, the wings of his mount bumping into Seze's, making her cry out in surprise, snapping at Äzan as a warning. Neytiri is jostled by the sudden movement, head snapping up with blown pupils to examine the terrain, instantly turning her cold gaze to Tsu'tey when she realizes the only danger around is her bethothed.

"I thought childish games were below warriors like you?" Neytiri snaps at Tsu'tey, gliding Seze a safe distance away from Äzan.

Tsu'tey takes on a neutral express to hide his growing smirk, giving Neytiri her space by moving Äzan back to his original place. "I remember playing these types of games with you when we were young. Who decides that those games are only meant for children?" he counters, glancing quickly at the hunters behind them to make sure they're behaving.

"You did." Neytiri thinks, but doesn't dare say.

Tsu'tey has always been reserved, shy, very strong minded; something he hasn't been in a very long time is happy. Sylwanin was the shining light in Tsu'tey's life; the brightest light in all their lives, and with her death came a gloomy, dark shadow that took away most thrills in life. Now, after all these years, a forced bethothal to the sister of his love and the growing expectation of becoming future Olo'eyktan, the joyful child of his youth is too far buried down in his soul to bring to light most days.

Neytiri will always love Tsu'tey as her brother and greatest support, but her own expectations placed on her after Sylwanin's death have weighed her down a lot through the years. And it seems that right as Tsu'tey tries to reach out and be emotionally open with Neytiri, it's the time when her heart and mind are closing to such advances.

The only true thing that has brought any sort of thrill or desire back into Neytiri's life is you. The exciting of finding you, the addicting feeling of your body and scent, you're the one thing Neytiri wants... and you're the one thing she can't have.

Tsu'tey must have noticed the shift in Neytiri's mood, shifting Äzan closer to Seze in an attempt to further their discussion. Neytiri feels a deep pain tighten in her heart, her tail curling around her thigh as her ears set back. She quickly tugs her ionar further down over her eyes as she guides Seze away from the hunting party.

"Neytiri–!" Tsu'tey's reprimand is cut off at Seze's screech as she dives down under the clouds, following Neytiri's silent directions. There is no destination in her mind, just any place other than here, any place that's far away from her duties, and that means being far away from Kelutral. Being far away from Tsu'tey.

An idea flashes through Neytiri's mind, going as quickly as it came, but the simple thought was enough to make Seze shift suddenly to the left, flying straight into the dense forest below. They land swiftly to the ground, the shrubbery and leaves settling from the wind Seze's powerful wings had made, the swirl of colors are like moving art, feeling like a comforting blanket from the Great Mother.

"Tam Tam, Seze." Neytiri comforts her friend, patting her narrow chest affectionately before climbing out of her saddle, tucking away her ionar and pulling her bow around her back. The atmosphere is strange here, void of the usual natural fragrance of the forest. There's a coldness that resides in these lands, tainted with the mark of the tawtute.

The soft sounds of nature are void, no small animals luring in the underbrush or high in the trees above. The impossibly large, unsightly metal machines have deprived the land of it's natural order, only the Great Mother could still bring life back to these lands.

Huffing out the strong smell of chemicals out of her nose, Neytiri steps back from Seze, grabbing the lowest branch to her and hauling her body across the limb. It was muscle memory at this point, Neytiri was shocked her body shape hasn't been worn into the bark from the amount of times she's crawled across these trees, finding refuge on one branch in particular.

It was the perfect place to hide. It's one of the taller trees in the area, making it hard to spot Neytiri's stretched out body clinging to it's thick branches, hiding under a collection of green-ish blue leaves. The tree was far enough away from the outpost that nobody could spot the rustle of the leaves and branches as she settles herself into her spot, but still close enough that Neytiri could make out the faint voices inside.

The uncomfortable looking building is nestled deep in Pandora's jungle, hidden away from the indigenous; or so they thought. The clan has known of this outpost for years, monitoring the activity as much as possible without alerting the tawtute to their presence. It's for these reasons that it was easy for Neytiri to find you, silently follow you back to your place of dwelling after waking up from your pleasure induced sleep.

Now, Neytiri can't stay away. Night after night, sneaking out of her family home and coming here, watching the little figures inside busy themselves late into the night. It seems you don't sleep much, and when you do, it's only because your fellow colleagues have pestered you so much you had to go to your room for some peace and quiet.

Those were the moments Neytiri enjoyed the most. Watching you tiredly plop on your bed, tugging off your clothes in a frustrated hurry, spreading your legs and letting your hands wander down your body, biting the back of your hand to muffle your sweet sounds as you fingers play with your pretty pussy.

You never seems content even after your orgasm, a disappointed look on your face as you stand up and go into a seperate section of your room, washing yourself and climbing back into bed, getting nothing but a restless sleep. Never aware of the Na'vi watching your every move, her own loincloth becoming uncomfortably sticky watching your small fingers disappear into your greedy cunt, Neytiri's own fingers finding refuge between her legs, imagining you as she chases her high.

Neytiri prayed to the Great Mother ever night, begging for an answer as to why she can't get you out of her mind. Why have you been placed into her life at the peak of her responsibilities?

The low hiss of the door to the outpost makes Neytiri's ears perk up, excitement bubbling inside her stomach as she watches your small figure step out the door, securing a pack around your back before descending down the small steps and into the forest before you, determination written across your beautiful face.

It has been so long since you've graced the world with your presence, staying trapped inside the metal building for weeks at a time. Your small body seems so helpless and out of place among the large flora of Pandora, your form disappearing from Neytiri's view every few moments as you walk under bushes and low hanging leaves. Neytiri follows you from above, silently swinging from branch to branch, captivated by your every move.

Every once in a while you'd stop, pulling a glowing pad out of your pack and holding it up to a certain plant, giggling softly when you're successful in taking a close look at a kenten before it flew off.

While putting your glowing pad away, you pull out an odd looking respirator. Aside from the normal mask, there's a black cylinder attached to the end. You open the bottom of the cylinder, pulling out a small contain holding a bright yellow liquid, after examining the contents, you reinsert the container.

Neytiri nearly falls off her branch when you suddenly pull off your mask, her body wobbling as her arm stretches out as if to stop you, fear gripping her chest at the idea of you suffocating right in front of her. You quickly replace your breathing mask with the respirator, pressing a small button on the side releasing a cloudy, yellow mist into the respirator. You breath the vapor in deeply, drinking in the yellow mist until you pull the mask away.

A puff of yellow paints your breath as you let out the air you were holding, Neytiri watches in amazement as you sigh, breathing in Pandora's toxic air easily. A blissful smile graces your beautiful face, enjoying the sweet afternoon air. You plop yourself on a nearby rock, leaning back against a tree trunk as you pull out a small, black booklet, jotting down notes next to your crude sketches of the flora and fauna you've come across.

This was her moment, the moment Neytiri has waited weeks for. You're alone, you're far away from the other tawtute, and Neytiri is in dire need of you; she craves you.

But the moment Neytiri's courage builds enough to even attempt to move closer, a new wave of fear grips her heart, constricting her chest so hard it's become difficult to breathe. What if you don't feel the same? What if you're bethrothed? Do you fear her? Do you hate her for leaving? These thoughts swarm Neytiri's mind, freezing her in place.

It takes everything in her not to hyperventilate, taking deep breaths to calm herself, limbs shaking as she wills herself to move. Slowly crawling across the branches, procrastinating every chance she gets before she's seated right above you.

You're completely oblivious to Neytiri, humming a happy tune to yourself as you continue to sketch in your book. Neytiri peers down, squinting to focus in on what you're drawing, and nearly falls out of the tree again when she sees what you're drawing; it's her. You're drawing her from how you last saw her, leaning above you, hair hanging down as a curtain framing her face.

Neytiri bites her bottom lip to hold back an excited giggle when she sees a small hearts scattered around the erotic drawing. Any and all fear dissipating as the love drunk feeling takes her over, leaving her thoughtless when she leaps down from her branch, landing silently behind you.

There is no plan, there never was. And now Neytiri is so close, the warmth of your skin so enticing as it radiates off you in waves, your addicting scent practically smacking Neytiri across the face. Her mouth waters just scenting the air around you, listening to your steady breathing as you relax further into your spot.

Without a further thought, Neytiri reaches out, fingers ghosting over the delicate skin of your shoulder. "Tawtute–"

"AAHHH!" your shriek causes a sharp ringing in Neytiri's ears making them to lay flat against her skull, wincing from the pain. Small animals and insects scatter at the shrill sound, running in every direction, stopping the sounds of nature in the process. Your booklet is thrown directly at Neytiri, bouncing harmlessly off her shoulder as you scramble to get away having fallen off your perch in the commotion.

Your legs give out and are useless to you as your scoot backwards on your behind, frantically moving as your fight to breathe. Neytiri's chest tightens at your fragile state, her tail curling low to the ground as she inches forward. "Mawey, do not be afraid. I mean you no harm." Neytiri reassures, offering her hands in surrender, palms facing up as she slides a little closer to you.

"Y-You... YOU!" you're fear is quickly replaced with anger, bolting up from your cowering position to stomp over to Neytiri, standing in front of the tall women without a trance of fear on your beautiful features.

"Do you know how embarrassing it is to walk into a room full of your coworkers with nothing but a busted jacket to cover yourself?!" you step closer to Neytiri, standing between her crouched legs. "You speak English? What the hell lady?! AND YOU LEFT ME!" you yell directly in Neytiri's face, making Neytiri shuffle back away from you.

This was far worse than Neytiri had thought you would react, and there is no good no excuse for her actions. "Yawntutsyìp, I am sorry for leaving. That was wrong of me. Allow me to make it better, I am Neytiri te Tskaha Mo'at'ite–"

"I know who you are." you cut her off, taking a step back yourself, Neytiri almost chases after your warmth when you back away, hugging yourself as you eye the knife hanging on her hip.

"You seemed familiar when..." you lose your words as you stare at Neytiri, eyes raking over her tall, willowly form, the strong muscles of her thighs flexing as she shifts, the tiny, glowing freckles on her stomach shimmering with every deep breath she took. You quickly glance away, avoiding Neytiri's piercing gaze, clearing your throat before speaking. "After collecting myself, I looked at the files Dr. Augustine had on the Omatikaya and found your image."

"You know me?" Neytiri asks, settling on giving you your space. You seem even more small than before as the courage leaves your body, shoulders slumping in on yourself.

You nod, "I know everything that Grace knows."

A mischievous smile creeps onto Neytiri's lips, a playful and possibly stupid idea going through her mind. "Then I must make this even; tell me about you."

You quirk your brow at Neytiri, "Excuse me?"

"Tell me about yourself." Neytiri elaborates, gesturing to your small form as further encouragement.

You scoff at her casualness, "So you hold me down, cut my clothes off, fingering the fuck out of me, leave, and then show up weeks later demanding to know about my life? Your screws are loose." You complete your rant by picking up your dirt covered booklet, roughly shoving it into your pack as you prepare to leave.

Neytiri bites her inner cheek to keep from smiling. "If I remember correctly, you begged me for more."

You swirl around quickly dropping your pack in the process, face scrunched up in a scowl as you stomp to Neytiri, arm raised as you shake your finger at her. "I did not b– AH!"

Your cut off when Neytiri grabs your outstretched arm, hauling you up by your arm, her other arm supporting your bottom. Neytiri cradles you close to her body, splaying your legs out to wrap around her waist, her long fingers dancing in between your small, odd numbered hand. Your free hand is clutching her beaded top tightly, fingers tangles in the strings letting your palm lay over Neytiri's perked nipple.

"But you did, sweet girl. And you continue to beg for me each night, thinking of me while pleasuring yourself." Neytiri leans her cheek against yours, letting her plump lips tickle your ear. "Do you still want more, oeyä smar hì'i?"

Neytiri doesn't wait for an answer, dipping her head down to lay biting kisses on your pulse point, your sweet scent was still ever present and so much more potent now. But even through your scent, the disgusting stench of the other tawtute you live with clings to your skin making her nose scrunch in displeasure, Neytiri's tongue lays out as she laps at your pulse, coating you in her scent.

Your breath quickens, biting at your lip to keep your pleading whimpers at bay, not wanting to give the Na'vi woman the satisfaction of being right. Your hand squeezes around Neytiri's breast, trying to distract her long enough to find a way out of her strong arms. Neytiri hums against your neck, biting down on the soft flesh as appreciation, loving the feel of your small, satin hand kneading at her tender breast.

"Are you going to answer me, little one?" Neytiri questions, finally pulling away from your neck, a line of hickies covering the delicate skin. A uncontrollable whine builds in your throat from the loss of contact, your hand stopping your kneading as a silent protest.

"Hmm?" Neytiri pulls away from your chest, ears perk up as she raises her brow bone, looking down at you as you cling to her chest. Neytiri nuzzles her chin against your cheek, "I will give you whatever you desire, just please, let me have you one last time."

There's an pleading edge to her voice as she continues running her scent against any part of your skin she can get a hold of. You can't deny that she's filled your every thought, that night after night you finger yourself imagining Neytiri, but it's not the same, you can't fill yourself the same way she can. And you're here; in her arms as she pleads for you, holding you so carefully against her body, wandering hand worshipping you.

"But what about your family–"

"Do not mention them, they are not important. I want you, ma Paskalin. Let me feel you; let me please you." Neytiri's hands cradles your face in her large palm, thumb slowly running over your bottom lip. Her pupils dilated to the point that the molten gold of her eyes has turned into thin rings, almost lost in the endless blackness of her pupils.

There wasn't a lie to be detected in her pleading, lust filled eyes, her breathing labored as she drinks you in. Nobody could stop you from having what you've been praying to Eywa for, now believing that this Great Mother may actually be real and somehow listening to you.

You gingerly cup Neytiri's jaw in your hands, thumbing over her dark indigo stripes, following her bright tanhì from her forehead, down her nose to her plump, enticing lips. Neytiri nuzzles into her hand, putting the full weight of her head into your palm, the familiar rumbling beginning in her chest again as she purrs to you.

Guiding her slowly, you pull her face closer, letting her warm breath fan across your face, you catch a glimpse her sharp canines from between her parted lips. Tenderly you brush your lips against hers, giving her a barely there kiss to test the waters. Immediately Neytiri cups the back of your neck, pulling you in for a deep, passionate kiss. Her canines digging into your bottom lip as she pulls on it, asking for entry. You pull away from the kiss, Neytiri chasing after your lips with small pecks and nips.

"Neytiri, I want more."

The next few moments are a blur as Neytiri drops to the ground, laying you down on the soft moss as she hovers over you. She's kissing you insistly, kissing you like you're her reason for living, letting out quiet whimpers into your mouth when you finally allow her entrance, tongues dancing together, the rough texture of her tongue giving you a pleasuring tickle the longer you kiss.

Neytiri's hands are constantly wandering, gripping and squeezing every inch of your skin, tugging at your clothes impatiently. Pushing at her shoulders, you give yourself enough space to pull off your shirt, reaching behind you to unclip your bra and discarding it somewhere with your shirt.

Neytiri's eyes lit up like you've given her a beautiful wrapped gift, long fingers wrapping around the round flesh, kneading at your tender breasts as her head dips down, big mouth latching around your nipple. Swirling the stiff bud around her textured tongue, sucking on your perked nipple until your moaning, your fingers tangling into Neytiri's braids to pull her closer.

"Fuck that feels good." you sigh, scratching at Neytiri's scalp as encouragement. Neytiri looks up through her long lashes at you, holding your nipple between her teeth, gently nibbling on it before letting go.

"Do you still want more?"

"Fuck, yes– please!" you beg, tugging on her braids to drag her where you want her most. Your clit is throbbing in time with your rapidly beating heart, a painful ache making you so needy, you're becoming uncomfortable wet at ever move Neytiri makes against your body.

Her mouth wanders, traveling lower down your stomach, nipping and biting at the squishy flesh. Her fingers curl around the band of your shorts, sharply tugging against the fabric, pulling both your shorts and underwear off in one move. You legs instinctively snap shut, the cool air making you shiver. Neytiri tsks at you, getting a form hold on your thighs and spreading your legs as she slowly slides down your body, laying on her stomach, head now level with your dripping cunt.

"Do not hide from me, oeyä smar hì'i, I want to see every part of you." Neytiri lays her head against your thigh, nostrils flaring as she scents you, eyes rolling back as she groan. Her head falling forward to bury her wide, flat nose against your slit, taking deep breaths like the very air she breathes is made directly between your legs.

Neytiri just barely sticks her tongue out, kitten licking your puffy clit. Your body shutters at the simple sensation, fingers tangling further into Neytiri's hair, pulling her closer. "No teasing, please no teasing." you beg, your other hand joining yours in her hair.

Her amused chuckle vibrates againt your core, making your legs shake, her tail flicks playfully in the air behind her. "Do not worry, little one. I will give you what you want."

Neytiri finalizes her word by lapping at your drenched folds, licking from your entrance to your clit, locking her lips around the aching bundle of nerves, sucking at it hard. Your back arches off the ground, your moans coating the night air as Neytiri explores you. Hands kneading and pulling at your breasts as her mouth devours you, eating you like she's starved.

Your mind is fuzzy, vision blurred as the only thing you can focus on is the feeling of Neytiri's wide, rough tongue teasing your entrance, dipping the tip of her tongue into your hole, collecting your sweet nectar on her tongue and savouring it. Neytiri moans at your taste, dipping further in again to get more, massaging your sensitive walls with every persistent lick into you, her nose bumping against your clit rhythmically.

Your stomach is tightening, legs shaking as they clamp around Neytiri's head. There's a familiar heat growing in your lower stomach, moving across your body. "Neytiri– fuck! I think I'm gonna–"

You're whole body tightens, hole quivering around Neytiri's tongue as you cum. Your thighs shake around her head, fingers digging into her scalp as you moan shamelessly, muscles on the verge of cramping from how intensely you've locked up.

Neytiri groans as you gush into her mouth, happily drinking in all you give her, not letting a drop go to waste. Your hips start to twitch, pulling away from Neytiri's relenting mouth as the overstimulation begins. She gives on last kiss to your clit before moving up your body, her body dwarfing yours as she hovers above you, immediately bending down to capture your lips in a sloppy kiss, letting you taste yourself on her tongue.

Pulling away from the kiss, Neytiri stares down at you, wiping your collect spit across your bottom lip with her thumb. "Do you want more, Paskalin?"

You laugh at that, still breathing hard, trying to catch your breath. Neytiri seems completely calm even though she has significantly more reasons to be more winded than you. "You can give more?" you ask, unsure how much more Neytiri was willing to give you.

Neytiri smiles at that, a wide, mischievous grin spreading across her beautiful face. A look you now register as her excepting a challenge. Moving away from your body, Neytiri leans back on her knees, skilled fingers undoing the knots of her loincloth and top, discarding the clothing somewhere with yours.

Neytiri is mesmerizing. Tall, lean body covered in lithe muscle, beautiful azure skin decorated in indigo stripes, vibrant tanhì scattered across her body. They glimmer in the dimming light, illuminating her body, a delicate patterns painting her skin like a work of art. Your eyes catch on the tanhì trail going down her stomach leading to her exposed pussy, the bioluminescent around you shining on her soaked folds, a bit of pink showing between the light blue folds. The urge to lick every stripe and mark on her is overwhelming.

"Holy hell..." you trail off, stunned. Neytiri giggles at you, petting your hair as her tail encircled your waist.

You don't fight your impulse, standing on your knees, reaching out to grip at Neytiri's hips, pressing your bodies close together. Your lips graze the skin under her breast, laying enticing kisses down her stomach, fulfilling your fantasy as you lick across her glowing freckles, following the lines all the way down to her cunt. Kissing the little freckle over the hood of her clit, your lips wrap around her pulsing bud, tentatively sucking on the bundle of nerves.

Neytiri moans above you, her hand cradling your head, gently rocking her hips forward. Using her grip in your hair, Neytiri pulls you away from her pussy, bending down to kiss her taste off your lips. Grabbing your waist, Neytiri suddenly lays down with you on top of her, your hips bracketed by her thighs, your still sensitive clit bumping against hers as you sit ontop of her cunt.

"Oh fuck! T-This is new." you joke, resting your hands on her toned stomach. Neytiri smirk under you, her sharp canine catching on her bottom lip when you shift ontop of her. "Go on, little one, take all you want."

Neytiri rolls her hips up into yours, you gasp at the sudden movement, your clit gliding against hers as your slick gathers in between the two of you, making the slide easy. Your hips twitch, you choke a raspy moan as you begin moving, humping against Neytiri's core. Neytiri whines from below you, grabbing your hips in a bruising grip, guiding you to rock harder against her, quickening your pace.

You're dissolved to nothing but whimpers and moans, rocking your pussy against Neytiri's like a rabbit in heat, the loud squelching of your slick lubricating your glide fills the forest around you. Neytiri is relentless in her pursuit to make you come undone again, groaning through her pleasure as she guides you, moving her pelvis against yours as she makes circular motions while rocking you forward and back, making your clit circle against each other constantly.

"'Tiri, please, 'Tire!" you beg, for what you don't know, but your stomach is cramping from how hard the muscles are contracting, thighs burning from the exertion.

"You do not need to beg, Paskalin, take what you want." Neytiri pants from under you, her beautiful face twisting in pleasure as you start grinding harder against her cunt, your pleading cries echoing through the night.

A hot, liquid heat builds in your lower stomach again, your body growing warmer as your legs and arms threaten to give out on you, a building pressure growing in your core. You practically scream when your hole tightens as you cum, your squirt coating Neytiri's stomach and thighs as well as yours. Neytiri moans under you, shivering as she continues to manually rock you against her, a warm liquid sprays against your core as Neytiri squirts on you. Her jaw going slack as she stops moving, holding your trembling body still.

Your bodies squelch together as Neytiri moves your limp form, caging her big body around yours, her arms winding around your waist, holding you close to her chest as she throws her leg over your hip. Her body heat chases away the growing cold on your sweat slicked body.

Humming softly, Neytiri hooks a finger under your chin, pulling your head away from her neck, pecking your lips softly to get your attention. "Have you had enough?"

Even through your tiredness, you manage to give her a small smile. "Oh, I could go a couple more rounds, but I don't wanna tire you out."

Neytiri giggles at you, dipping her head to nip at a spot on your neck she missed earlier, sucking on your skin to leave her mark behind. "I want to court you. I want you to be mine."

You've never felt so cared for. Being held like you're something precious, sweet nothing's being whispered into your ear as Neytiri lays soft kisses on your tender body, her long fingers playing with your hair as your head rests on her arm. This is so much different from how things went last time; different from every relationship you've ever had. The answer seems simple to you. "I'd really like that, 'Tiri."

Neytiri beams at your answer, giving you a big, wet, excited kiss on your cheek before settling you closer into her embrace, softly humming into your hair. "Soon you will be mine forever, little tawtute."

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"Tawtute are skxawngs." Neytiri thinks to herself from her hiding spot, using the thick branch as a perch while being covered by the dark green foliage. Peeking through the vibrant leaves to peer down at the little, weak creature crawling it's way across the forest floor.

It was beyond amusing to watch this defenseless tawtute, clearly lost as she crouches down and attempt to discreetly move around, hoping that if she stays as close to the ground as possible, nothing would notice her. It wasn't unsound logic, staying as quiet and as unseen as possible does help to keep the fauna away and unknown of your presence.

Many things could take your life in an instance here in the dense forest Neytiri calls home. A nantang pack could tear you to shreds before you could even react. A palulukan could swallow you whole with no trouble. An ikran could swoop down, snapping you in half with one bite. And a talioang could crush you without even knowing you were even under foot. The only creature on Eywa'eveng that wouldn't harm you was a syaksyuk, and even then you were at risk of losing any shiney or small objects you carried on your person.

But even still, the main predator to these tawtute was her people; the Na'vi despise the Sky People and their disgusting ways. Neytiri's fingers twitch around the bow laying across her lap, her hands pulling the bowstring taunt for the fifth time this afternoon. This wasn't the first time Neytiri has aimed her arrow at you, trying to finally kill you so she can go back to her clan and celebrate that another tawtute has perished, that one less of your kind would be able to disturb Rey'eng. Yet, Neytiri just can't, she is physically unable to kill you.

Your scent. It was intoxicating; so different from the acidic and overly fragranced scent that always permeated the air around the small demons. No, your scent was soft, so gentle as it filled Neytiri's nose. You smelled like fresh rain and the distinct smell of smashed utumauti, the same pleasant smell Neytiri enjoys whenever she makes her earlier morning meals. Your scent is welcoming, even now as it mixes with the mud you're crawling around on. The wind blows from your direction, making Neytiri's eyes roll back as she takes a deep breath of your sweet scent. Her hands going lax around her bow, the bowstring making a thug sound when Neytiri abruptly let's go of her arrow, shoving it back into her sheath.

"Wiya!" Neytiri grumbles to herself, tail lashing around as she roughly pulling her bow across her back. Neytiri gives up. She'll go back to her clan and report that there was no activity, and pray this tawtute goes far away from her and her people. Find the other Sky People and never come back. You were clearly not a threat, not a single mark on your seemingly soft skin. No weapons or glowing pads, just a small, black box that's clipped to your belt. You had tried talking to the box, but appeared to get extremely angry when you got no answer, whacking the side of it as it let out a high pitched ringing, eventually chucking it into a bush with a huff. You were quick to retrieve the battered box, mumbling an apology to the useless device as you brushed the dirt off it's sides.

Neytiri smiles at your odd behavior, indulging in the opportunity to view these demons in Pandora's unique environment, watching how you react to every little sound and sensation. Like now, how you squeak and dive into the nearest bushes when you hear Neytiri's not so quiet noise of complaint, believing it was a creature ready to pounce on you. Well... you aren't exactly wrong.

She was ready to grab and interrogate you, to demand to know why you smell so heavenly. Will other Sky Demons come because of the black box? What are your intentions being so far away from those unsightly, metal tubes the other tawtute lived in? Who in the name of Eywa are you?!

Neytiri ears twitch as she continues to examine your every movement as you peek your head out from the bushes, your eyes raking the terrain, searching for danger. You aren't as ugly as the other Sky People, you're actually kind of... attractive. Your flawless skin covered by multiple layers of clothing, if Neytiri was being honest with herself, she has to admit she wants to see more of your body, to trace every curve and dip she can grab a hold of.

Neytiri has always had a curiosity of humans, and it's only amplifying the more she stares at you. How small would your odd numbered hand feel in hers? Is the hair on your brow bone as soft as it looked? What would your protruding nose look like if she touched her finger against the tip? How would her azure, striped skin contrast against your own stripless form?

All these questions swarm Neytiri's mind at a million miles an hour, mixing with your alluring scent, she feels like she's being pulled between paradise and damnation. A searing heat settling low in her stomach as she takes another addicting breath of your sweet scent. It was forbidden for any of The People to be anywhere near the Sky Demons, let alone talk with one. Yet Neytiri can't leave, not without getting just a little closer.

"Shit!" you yelp when a ikran shrieks overhead, causing you to duck back down into the bushes.

"Tìyerkup skxawng." Neytiri sighs to herself, shaking her head. Suddenly an idea comes to mind. She was forbidden to speak with Sky People, but you cannot speak to someone if they don't understand you, right?

"She will never even know who I am." Is the last thing Neytiri thinks before leaping from her hiding place, landing silently in front of the bush you're hiding in.

You don't hide your fear well as you scream, jumping out of the bushes to run, only to trip on a root not even a foot away from your hiding place. Neytiri just continues to stare at your trembling form, tilting her head making her beads clank together like a soft windchime. Eywa, you smelled even better up close.

"Fucking hell..." you whimpered, raising your hands up, palms facing the tall, willowy figure towering over you. "P-Please, don't h-hurt me."

Your soft plea melts Neytiri's insides. How was she supposed to be cruel to such a defenseless, pretty creature? Squatting down to your level, Neytiri grabs your raised arm, holding your thin, delicate wrist with care. She can't resist pinching your pinkie between her fingers, rolling it around to look at it from ever angle. It seems so small and useless when your other fingers worked just fine.

You try tugging your arm free, grunting in frustration when Neytiri doesn't let go. "Just let go of me. I'll leave; I swear." you try to reason with the curious Na'vi that has a vice grip on you.

This is when Neytiri's plan comes into play. She tilts her head further, scrunching her brow bone as she peers down at you. Pointing to her perked ear, she then points to your mouth shaking her head at you. Your expression matches hers, shaking your ahead along with Neytiri, clearly very confused.

"Kehe Ìnglìsì." Neytiri explains, though it's no help to you. Your face is still scrunched together, head tilted back as you just stare at her. "Just please let me go..." you whine, tugging against Neytiri again.

Neytiri's face falls into a scowl. It's impossible to explain what she meant considering it would give away that Neytiri does in fact understand English. Out of patience, Neytiri suddenly grabs your shoulders and pins you to the ground. Now on your back, Neytiri straddles your smaller body, caging you to the ground. Grabbing both your tiny wrists in one of her hands, Neytiri uses her free hand to pull the buttons on your jacket, the little silver circles flying off in ever direction.

"No! Please, no!" you cry out, squirming like an unbonded ikran trying to be tamed.

"Mawey, ma Paskalin." Neytiri tells you through your cries, yanking the offensive clothing off and throwing it somewhere over her head. Neytiri's fingers gently wrap around your throat, pushing aside your collar to bury her nose against your pulse point.

Eywa, it's euphoric. Your scent is palatable, so strong it coats her tongue the more Neytiri greedily drinks you in. Her plump lips rubbing against your impossibly soft skin, your body so squishy and pliable under her hands. Neytiri can't control herself as her rubs her cheek across your jaw, trying to bathe herself in your scent. It sends a tingle through her body to the tip of her tail when she feels the vibrations of your whimpers against her cheek, smelling her own scent mingling with yours. Oh, did that stir the boiling heat in Neytiri's lower belly.

It was heavenly the moment Neytiri's tongue laps against your pulse, feeling the erratic beating under her sensitive tongue. You tasted as good as you smelled. Neytiri's imagination spins when the thought about what your small cunt tastes like. Your skin feels squishy and sweet when Neytiri bites down on the pulsing skin of your neck, your little cry of pain doesn't go unnoticed, neither does the thick smell of your arousal coating the air.

"This tawtute is strange..." Neytiri thinks to herself, nostrils flaring as she scents the air, taking in more of your arousal and soft whines.

Unsheathing her knife, Neytiri presents the weapon in front of you. "N-No! Please, no! Someone help me!" you scream into the forest, hoping someone will hear you. Neytiri immediately clamps her hand around your mouth over your mask, her fingers reaching from ear to ear. Her body goes rigid, scanning the area to make sure no stupid tawtute had heard your screams.

Neytiri repositions your arms to be pinned under her knees, being careful not to break your fragile bones under her weight. Now that her hands are free, Neytiri shows you the knife again, "Kehe rikx." Neytiri warns, shaking her head and knife at you. You whimper as a response, eyes wide and teary as you stare at the glinting weapon in the low light of the bioluminescents.

Slowly, Neytiri cuts off the buttons holding your shirt together one at a time. Every cut making a snap as the thread is pulled harshly away, revealing more of your body to Neytiri's hungry gaze. Your skin shines from the thin layer of sweat covering your body from the humid day. It only causes more excitement to flood Neytiri's stomach as your sweat produced more of your delicious scent.

You're trying desperately not to move, to not whine, to not breathe too hard and upset the gorgeous woman sitting ontop of you. Big, amber eyes slowly taking in every inch of you the more she cuts away, scoffing when she finally gets your shirt off only to be met with the strange sight of your bra.

The Na'vi only wore as much clothing to cover their privates, and women often wore tops as decorations, so to see first hand the amount of layers that Sky People actually wear is strange yet funny to Neytiri. She lets her hands fumble over the fabric, pinching the tiny bow that sit on the fabric bridging the two circular cloths covering your breasts, snapping the bands and is surprised when it elicits a gasp out of you.

"Hìtxoa." Neytiri mumbles, cutting through the bridging fabric to free your breasts. Neytiri can't help the satisfying smile that graces her lips when your breasts jiggle from the abrupt tug of the knife. Bowing her back, Neytiri hovers her nose in the valley between your breasts, nosing along the silken flesh as she scents you. A rumbling begins in Neytiri's chest when she feels your heart beat under her lips, purring to you as she brushes her cheeks against the sides of your breasts. Your back arches, pushing your chest closer to Neytiri, her breath tickling your skin as her wandering hands ignite a warmth in your body.

This was definitely not how you imagined your first encounter with the Na'vi would go, but you can't help the shameful delight that trembles through your body at this beautiful woman's touch. Her amber eyes soft and curious the more she sniffs at you, pupils dilating and breathing becoming more rapid as time passes. Her big head resting on your stomach as she just pants above you, acting like every breath was a struggle to obtain. You should be afraid– no terrified, but her soothing purring and gentle eyes almost lull you into a trance the longer her heavy body pins you down.

It's like she can detect your shift in moods, how your body arches into her touch instead of fighting to get away. Neytiri smiles at you, canines glinting in the purple glow surrounding your bodies as you lay out on the spongy moss. Her purring getting louder as she just smiles down at you, her hand fiddling with the button of your pants.

Your hips lift off the ground, pushing further into Neytiri's waiting hands, "Please, just touch me already..."

Neytiri tilts her head, a smirk playing on her lips, "Touch?" she asks, her thick accented voice sultry as she questions the word.

Your pelvis rolls in the air, seeking any type of friction or touch from the curious woman above you. "Touch, yes! Please!" you sob, your pussy throbbing with need.

Instead of a verbal answer, your response is Neytiri cutting down the seam of your pants, throwing ripped pieces of fabric in every direction. Neytiri stops at your panties, giggling at the little, red fruits that are scattered on the white surface. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, just rip it off already." you complain, tugging against Neytiri's body weight to try to pull them off yourself. Neytiri hisses at you, flicking your stomach to stop your squirming.

"Mawey." she calms you, rubbing your hipbone, purring into your ear until you settle down. While she's soothing you, her other hand is wandering. Tracing the outline of your pussy with tantalizingly slow movements, following the outlines of your folds until she finds your little clit, rubbing soft circles over the bundle of nerves through the fabric. Your hips jump up, groaning loudly.

Neytiri jumps at your sudden noise, withdrawing her hand. "Ngaru lu fpom srak?" she asks, soothing your tears by wiping them away with her thumb. Neytiri was afraid she hurt you. Did she put too much pressure and irritate you? Did you not enjoy this as much as she thought?

"No! No, why did you stop?" you whine, shifting your body in between her leg, rubbing your clothes cunt against Neytiri's thigh.

Her brow bone raises at your boldness. Neytiri instantly reaches down to your underwear, this time pulling down the clothing instead of cutting it off. She stops, tail and ears raising as she leans down to comb her fingers through the curls of your pubic hair, she's never knew Sky People grew hair here, nevertheless she keeps her exploring. Neytiri let's go of your arms, allowing you both of your hands to grip her wrist as she swipes through your drenched folds. Collecting your slick on her fingertips, she finds your clit again, rolling it between her fingers, waiting for your reactions. And did she enjoy the whimper that you let out, feeling your body shutter at the pleasure as it crawls it's way up your body.

Still rubbing your clit with her thumb, Neytiri ventures down, teasing your tight hole. You are so small, clenching around nothing as she plays with you. You're shivering now, nipples stiff as goosebumps run across your skin, legs splayed open and welcoming for more. "Feels s-so good... Please, more." you plead, using your grip on her wrist to push her hand deep in between your legs.

Neytiri complies, dipping into your tight hole with just one fingertip, watching your stomach tighten as you gasp. Neytiri retracts her hand, sucking on her fingers, tasting you. She hums around her fingers, sucking every last drop she can get. "Ftxìlor."

"Stop!" you whine loudly, digging your nails into her thighs, "Just fuck me you teasing– Ah!" You're cut off by Neytiri burying her finger deep into your tight hole, not stopping until she reaches her last knuckle.

"Tam Tam, ma Paskalin." Neytiri tells you, curling her finger languidly against your pleasure spot to ease the sting of the stretch.

"Oh, f-fuck!" you moan shamelessly, hand squeezing your breast as your back arches. Neytiri swats your hand away, licking her fingers to replace your hand with her own, pinching your nipple as she lazily thrusts her fingers into your gummy walls. "More..." you beg, hips pushing up to meet Neytiri's thrust.

Chuckling at your eagerness, Neytiri begins to wiggle a second finger in, rolling your clit harder to produce more of your slick. Distracting you by taking your pebbled nipple into her mouth, nibbling on your perked bud as she pushes deeper, finally reaching the last knuckle. She stills, waiting for whimpers to die down before moving experimentally.

The first thrust is heavenly, her long, slender fingers brushing against your g-spot as her knuckles drag along your sensitive walls. A tingling warmth running down spine as Neytiri picks up the pace, thrusting faster, applying more pressure to your clit. Neytiri grins at your fucked out body. Sweat making your whole body shimmer in the low light, hair damp as it sticks to your forehead, lips bruised from biting on them, love bites littering your goosebumped skin, legs spread open with Neytiri's fingers buried deep into your cunt. You're beautiful.

Your moaning gets louder, legs trembling as your grip on her arm tightens. Neytiri feels your walls start fluttering around her fingers the longer she rubs against your sweet spot. Leaning down, Neytiri nibbles on your ear, "Cum." she commands, thrusting harder into your slick pussy.

"Fucking hell!" your high pitched moan filling the night, falling apart as you cum. Body trembling as your muscles tighten, gummy walls rapidly fluttering as you cry.

"Sìltsan." Neytiri praises you, pulling her drenched fingers out of your still quivering hole.

She stands up, looking down at your twitching body as you pant, eyelids growing heavy as you come down from your high. Neytiri giggles at you, sheathing her knife as she turns, walking away from your limp body.

"Bye Bye, ma Paskalin." Neytiri calls over her shoulder, sticking her fingers in her mouth to suck them clean.

"You are mine now, little tawtute."