Your Betrothed|| Neteyam x reader x Loâak// pt.7
Summary: You find out exactly where Neteyamâs heart has been all this time. Heart broken, you leave High Camp to find refuge in time alone in the middle of the night, but like every time before, Loâak seeks you out, and finds you.
Tagged: @aoi-targaryen @moize @mercedesdecorazon
Chapter 1: The First Meet, Chapter 2: Just A Taste, Chapter 3: Silent Glances, Chapter 4: âStay A Little Longer.â, Chapter 5: Before The Tides Turned, Chapter 6: A Battle Of The Heart, Chapter 7: Coincidences, Final Part
Everything was falling apart. You werenât speaking to the man you were supposed to love, and Neteyam, in the silence of that night, kissed the very woman he denied his feelings for. Gosh, even Tuktirey could see that her oldest brother had something brewing for that girl.
Neteyam never spoke of the kiss. Since he got back that night and lay beside you, he didnât utter of it once, only kept it hidden inside of him, his deeds. The days came crunching down, a blink and it was already dark. There was no progress between you and the future clan leader. You avoided talking to him, only interacting when it was necessary, and those necessary encounters were just during meetings. Neteyam tried, really he did. He would reach for your hand when you werenât looking, but when you realized you pulled away from him.
He brought you flowers, he brought you the most beautiful rocks that reminded him of your eyes or your skin but you refused his gifts.
And out of guilt from that night he avoided Liâara way more than he did before. Everybody noticed. They saw how he tensed when she sat opposite him for dinner, they saw him fly his ikran further ahead when hers is usually not that far behind, and he even switched the hunting team schedules so he couldnât interact with her. Nobody questioned it though. They just thought he was finally taking you as his mate seriously.
You were with Loâak, making song chords for Tuk because she wanted to trade it with a friend. Your mind was filled with the thoughts of the eldest Sully. Every time you imagined reconciling with him, the reminder that youâd be doing it for the sake of love while heâd be likely doing it for a Tsahik hit you hard. You couldnât bring yourself to that level of low, just to be accepted by him.
Your knees touched Loâakâs more than once, snapping your out of your thoughts every now and again; you have both picked up the same things a few times already. Seeds, beads, pebbles. You only laughed it off, while Loâak gave you quiet smiles. At least his presence made it easier to forget the pain his brother was causing you.
You lift about three song chords to the air, âthink Tuk will like these?â Loâak snickers, hands tying off the last 4, âif she doesnât Iâm throwing them into the sea. I broke skin for this!â He shows you his hands, five fingered, bleeding. You smiled a little at this, never really noticing his hands until now. âNo you wonât,â you tell him, reaching into your satchel to pull out some gauze. You wrap his fingers and tie it off. âThere.â You say, hands still in his, ânow you donât have to complain.â Loâak says nothing, he only lifted your hand to his, kissing it gently as a thank you.
Youâre both startled at the rustling of grass behind you, looking to see that it was only Tuk. She had the biggest smile on her face as she walked towards you, hands clapping from pure joy. âHow are my hardest workers doing?!â She squeals, bending to examine the song chords. âWeâre done,â Loâak tells her, showing his youngest sister the accessories. âWhy do you need so many anyway?â He asked her, watching as she gently placed the chords in a small round basket. Tuk rolled her eyes at him, her tail hitting his face on purpose. âWhy do you need to know?â She stuck her tongue out, a glint of trickery in her orbs. Loâak didnât quite trust this. âYou got us to make so many, how many chords are you trading with your friend? AndâŚisnât this a bad idea? Your chords are personal.â
Tuk huffed, âyeah well! Their parents donât know and they donât want them to know.â This made Loâak eyebrow raise, âhuh?â âNothing!â Quickly Tuk snatched the last chord from his grip, sticking her tongue out at him and walking closer to your side. âY/nnnn,â she whined your name, âcan you take me to get water at the river banks?â Loâak clicks his tongue. âTuk! Aye, you know youâre old enough to go by yourself.â But she ignored him, her hand didnât leave your arm. âPleaseeee?â You couldnât help it, pouting you pat her head, and you get up to go with her. âAlright fine. We wonât be long!â You yell back at Loâak, who rolled his eyes and watched you two leave, a ghostly grin on his face.
You and Tuk walk through the woods, you mostly looking at how she skipped. âThe river isnât far now!â Tuk calls back, laughing when she grabbed a lortsyal (shimmyfly). You watched the vibrant blue bug flicker in her hand, almost like it was struggling to escape her, because Tuk released it. You hadnât even noticed the large root that stuck out the ground, your ankle hitting it so hard you fell, clenching your foot with clenched teeth. Tuk quickly turned hearing your fall and grunt, ây/n! Are you okay?!â You nod, but it was tight, sitting up and looking at your foot. Tuk looked on with a slight panic however, but you quickly saw it. You grabbed her hand and smiled at her through the pain, âitâs okay Tuk! I just fell, see?â You tell her as you stand, fighting the burning ache that shot through your leg the moment you placed pressure on your foot. Tuk bent to look at it but you swiped her away, âcome on letâs get the water.â You tell her gently, leading the walk now.
The little girlâs ears, down a second ago, sprung back in the air. âOkay.â She says, hand in yours continuing the walk. You pause for a minute at another tree, ignoring the orange and green worms that crawled on it. The river bank was just 6 feet away, so you watched Tuk go down to it to grab a drink. You put your weight on your other leg as you examine your ankle, it was a dark pink which meant you had definitely injured it. A little swollen even. You push down on it, hissed, then reached into your satchel to get an ointment you hoped you had on you.
âThank you Eywa,â you whispered when you pulled out a small jar that Moâat had given you many nights ago. You apply a small amount to your ankle, muttering prayers over it, and then you wrapped your ankle with gauze. Your ears twitched, the sound of hushed talking reached you. You looked to the left to see that Tuk was still at the bank, this time playing with a yoten (chameleon).
The talking had gotten more aggressive. Worried, you get off the bark to go check it out. You move the giant leaf in your way and keep following the voices, leading you a bit further up the river, not far from Tuk, but far enough that she probably couldnât see you. You carefully step over the overgrown roots and avoid muddy puddles, hands on the trees around you as support for your aching ankle. You come to a pause when you find the source of the voices.
Your ears droop instantly. Neteyam was sat against a rock, hands on his knees, while Liâara stood opposite him. It looked as though they were arguing. Her fists were clenched and his head was down, ears flopped and tail wagging slowly. You were going to turn away, go back to Tuk like you didnât see anything because Eywa knows you didnât want to fight with him right now. You didnât want to misunderstand their conversation, and you didnât want to invade in their privacy, but the words that left Liâara made you look back.
âYou need to make a choice,â your eyes look between them. Liâara placed her hands in her hair, âstop messing around with my emotions Neteyam. We kiss two nights ago, we hugged under the moonlight and now youâre pretending you donât know me! I canât take what youâre doing to me. What is it that you want?!â âI donâtâŚâ Liâara groaned. She grabbed him by the arm and made him look up. âYou donât what? If you didnât feel for me you would have pushed me away! Donât tell me, you donât feel what I feel when we are this close.â She was now an inch away from his face, hands gripping his wrist.
Like that night, Neteyam didnât move. âIf I choose, someone will get hurt.â Neteyam told her, removing her hand from his wrist, but she only grabbed his other hand. âPeople are hurt right now because youâre not clear about your emotions.â She leaned her forehead on his, eyes closed and lips trembling. âTeyam I donât want to beg, but I need you to be transparent.â Her green eyes look into his amber gold ones.
You watched with a heavy heart. Kiss? What kiss? The memories of her making a space in your shared marui where she wasnât wanted weeks ago came flooding back.
You closed your eyes tightly. Some part of you was praying that he didnât kiss her right now, right here. Peeking one eye open, you had the unfortunate opportunity to see him lean in first, locking lips with the woman he said not to worry about. You cover your mouth, stifling your gasp and backing away. You quickly escape the scene, avoiding the bugs and the water in the dense woods, heading back to Tuk. Tears blinded your vision a bit but you kept pushing through the leaves and the bioluminescent flies. Once back, you walked up beside Tuk, startling her, getting on you knees and washing your face hysterically. Tuk watched with wide eyes, confusion on her face. The yoten she was playing with scampered away. âY/n?ââ a loud gasp left you, shaking your head quickly before you went back to washing your face. Washing away the tears and the snot. âIâm okay Tuk!â You tried to reassure the youngest, but your voice was high pitched, your body was trembling, your ears were low. Tuk could only rub your back, worry in her eyes as she watched.
Once you were mostly calm, and your tears were washed away with the water, you lift your head and blink away the salty water from your lids. âAre you feeling better now?â Tuk asked in a low tone. You shake your head, holding her hand to return to Loâakâs side. âYeah! A leaf just flew in my eye!â You didnât want her to pry on your emotions.
When you returned to Loâak, you did not look him in the eyes. You knew that if you did that he would know something was wrong. âTook you long enough. I was gonna come look for you two,â Loâak exclaims, bending to grab his weapons. âSorry,â you apologize, throat tight. With a swallow, you lead the walk back home.
You didnât speak much after you all got back.
You went straight into your duties, the same thing like every day. A routine that could send anyone crazy, knowing the truth of the life you were about to live. You sat with the Tsahik, you did lessons with Neytiri, you trained with Jake. You smiled and you pretended that everything was okay. You acted like you were fine, just, fine, as they complimented how graceful and smart you were.
As soon as your last task was completed, you left the female Naâvis in the nursery and went to your marui. The moment you entered you went to your side, picking up your satchel and packing all of your things. The aggressive sniffing that filled the marui couldnât be stopped. You were not going to do this anymore. Play house. Play pretend? There is no faking what you saw all those hours ago.
Your hand hovers on the knife your mother gave you. Heart hammering in your chest. This would mean you were going back to your parents, and the thought stirred up a guilt like never before. You put it in the strap on your thigh. âKnock knock!â Kiriâs voice greeted you from behind, zipping the flap open before walking in. She didnât notice you body language. âSis, knew Iâd find you here.â She walks over to you, but upon seeing the dark pink spread on your nose and beneath your eyes, Kiri quickly sat beside you. âWhatâs wrong? Are you injured?â She checked your skin for a fever, she saw your wrapped ankle. âDid you get bitten??â
You shake your head. âOh Kiri..â broken hearted. Kiri opened her arms for you, and you lay on her chest, hugging her tightly while letting the tears fall. She didnât push, she didnât ask you anything. The young lady knew that it would have been too personal to ask. Too wrong to question. Once your tears dried up, you looked at her and forced a smile. You didnât say anything, only nodded. Kiri looked at your side of the marui, seeing that it was bare. She tried not to cry and only held your hand tightly. âYouâre still going to be my sister, no matter what.â
You lean your forehead against hers, and you continue sitting there for the next 20 minutes.
You both knew at this point what you meant but you could not bring yourself to talk to Jake or Neytiri right now. All you could do, was wait for the right time that night to speak. You waited a while. During dinner while you sat beside Neteyam, you didnât make eye contact with him. You spoke to Loâak instead, and his other siblings. Neteyam did not make an effort to speak to you either. He was trying to find the right thing to say, at the right time.
He noticed the gauze on your ankle when he bent to pick up the flower that fell from your hair, which Kiri placed a while ago. âYour ankle, did you hurt yourself badly?â He asked you, an anxious expression on his face. You donât answer and you donât take your flower back. You werenât speaking to him before, and he knew youâd at least answer that like, three nights ago, so why are you ignoring him completely now? Neteyam took deep breaths in. He placed the flower on the table and you both kept eating.
You kept your distance from him even after. Clean up was faster than you expected, the scenario of telling your once future in-laws that you were leaving this engagement just two days before the wedding made your stomach tight. How can one drop a bomb like that? âJake, Neytiri, thank you for accommodating me. Ngeyä 'itanur ke lu tĂŹyawng (your son is dishonest).â You blink the tears away, approaching the family marui with heavy steps.
When you entered, you had not expected Neteyam to be there. His face looked frustrated, like he was arguing with Kiri, who looked just as annoyed. Neteyam opens his mouth, hand outreaching you, ây/n can we talk?â You pull your hand from his touch and walk straight to Kiri. Neteyamâs heart pulled, tail curling around his leg. âWhere are your parents? I must talk to them.â Kiri shook her head, âtheyâre not here.â âThen I will wait.â She brought you to the family area, where the Sullys gathered for family meetings. The others followed a bit behind, Neteyam hoping to talk, the rest seeing what was next.
âY/n, we really need to talk.â Neteyam tried again. You again, pretended that he was just a fly, but this time Neteyam didnât allow it. He gave Kiri a hard long look, and she, reluctantly, hissed before she left. You looked at her, eyes wide to say, donât leave me, but she already left. He sat opposite you now, hands on his knees as he looked at you. âWhy do you still ignore me?â He asks desperately. âI have been meaning to have an important conversation with you for the past 4 days.â
You flash him a terrible look, anger in your e/c orbs. Neteyam stared back unafraid of you, but frightened of the situation at hand. âYou wish to speak?â You asked him. Neteyam nods once, âyes. Right now.â He felt relieved that you finally spoke to him. You nod back, simple, but it was fast.
âFine. I will go first.â Neteyam sits up waiting for you to start. âI saw you.â His heartbeat skipped to his throat and his eyes flew wide, but Neteyam did not speak. He regulated his emotions and controlled his shaking. âWhat are you talking about?â He quietly asked you, knowing that, those words had meaning. And whatever you had to say, he didnât want his siblings to hear or know. You lean forward, a white braid falling forward in front of your black bangs as you did. You flash him a smile, a pained one. âOel ngati tsole'aâŚalo-hu. Liâara.â Neteyamâs chest was hammering.
Confirmation. You saw what he guessed you saw. Tuk, who was the only one peeking her head into the drawn curtains of the family area gasped aloud. Quickly she pulled back when you and Neteyam looked back. Neteyam looked off to his right, full of guilt.
âThank you. You did not deny.â You get off your feet and leave the âliving roomâ with fury. Neteyam, quick to his feet walked behind you. âY/n wait! Letâs talk about this.â âThere isnât anything to talk about! I was never your mate, you can do whatever you want!â Neteyamâs mouth hung open. âThat is not true.â âSo am I or am I not your mate?â âYou areâŚyou are notâŚâ you laughed, tears falling down your face again. âThen what am I doing here?!â Neytiri and Jake walk into the marui just in time.
The scene of you angrily yelling at their son, Neteyam with his hands up, and their other children around with tails on edge made them give their eldest a questionable look. âWhatâs going on?â Jake asked, hand out to calm everyone down. âTell them!â You screamed at the oldest, lavender cheeks stained with tears. The tip of your nose dark pink once more. âWhat did you do?â Jake asked his son, his tone was warning. Alert.
Neteyam looked at his father, âsir. Iââ âNo. No sir.â Jake moves his hand right, âtell me what you did boy.â Neteyamâs breathing was rapid. âI kissed Liâara.â âOh my EywaâŚâ Neytiri whispered, hands over her mouth as she looked at her son. Jake rubs his hand on her back. âTell them everything!!â You screamed, fangs bearing at the man. âMawey! Mawey si maâite!!â Neytiri stretched her hand to touch your shoulder, but you pulled away.
Jake held Neytiri close, chin on her head. âOkay, I think emotions are high and we all need to take a breath right now. Please. We can still resolve this. We can discuss thisâŚmess.â He eyes Neteyam, but your sniffling brought the man out of his ideas.
âI donât want to resolve anything.â You mumble. Loâak rubs your arm in the heat of the moment, eyes full of hurt as he watched you crumble. âY/nâŚâ he said under his breath. âI want to go home.â You face Jake, then, you walk away from Loâak, heading out into the rainforest. âY/n! Itâs late donât!â Neteyam tried walking after you once more, but Loâak stepped in front of him snarling and Neteyam hissed back. âMove! Iâm going after her!â âYou donât deserve to!!â Loâak yelled back, teeth barring at his brother. Jake watched them, wanting to step in but he also didnât want to interject.
âBoys please,â Neytiri pleaded, âNeteyam let Loâak go after her.â Neteyam couldâve broken his neck with how fast he whipped his head to look at his mother, braids flying and head tilted. âMother please, not him. Let me go after her. She is my fiancĂŠe.â Loâak scuffs, a sarcastic smile on his face. âSheâs far from it bro. You wouldnât have been locking lips with Liâara if she was.â It was now Neteyamâs turn to growl at his brother, and Loâak returned his energy. If Jake hadnât pulled them apart by their shoulders they wouldâve fought. âLoâak go bring her back.â Neteyam opened his mouth to protest. âBut, sir! You donât see how he looks at herââ âI donât care, Neteyam! You have done enough! Loâak!â Loâak didnât hesitate, he grabbed his bow and exited the marui.
You had gotten pretty far in the span of 10 minutes. Loâak walked on the fallen trunks of the rainforest, the bioluminescent plants and animals were his light in the dark of the forest. He called out for you, looking through the trees to see if heâd spot your lavender figure sitting in it like he did the first time, but you werenât there.
Loâak kept looking. He walked until his feet ached, pausing to sit down and yell for you once again. âCouldnât you have picked some place closer?!â
But of course you didnât answer, because you werenât near. A cold wind passed him and woodsprites appeared out of nowhere. Loâak watched as one bumped him on the nose, he leaned back a bit. The creatures floated above his head, gliding in one direction. Again, another breeze flew by, and as it did the bioluminescent plants of the forest flickered from the direction the wind blew to. Loâak sighed, looking up at the starry deep violet sky. If this was not a sign from Eywa, he didnât know what else it might be.
He followed the sprites, watching as they lead him to a cave hidden by bloom of echoes. He passed them by, the walls were littered with glowing gems, roots and vines. A few tarsyus were laying around on the sides, the grass felt wet beneath his feet, like it was raining. He kept walking deeper into the cave until he saw a bed of kinglor petals right in the middle of it. Surrounding that bed, hanging from the ceiling, were more flowers, glowing electric blue and lighting up the low ambiance in the darkness. You lay there in the petals, black and white braids spread on your back, covering your tattoos and bralette. Your lavender body glowed with the lights that surrounded you, and just by looking at you he forgot how to breathe.
He stood there for a long time, just five minutes, just watching you lay there. You were clearly, still crying. Maybe his face was the last one you wanted to see right now. Loâak cursed his brother beneath his breath. How could he make you cry like this?
You looked back at the sound, startled by the noise that shouldnât have existed. You wipe your tears sitting up, leaning your weight on your arm while looking at the second son. You donât say anything, and neither does he. The Navi entered your space without a word and, with the permission in your eyes, he sat down. You leaned your head on his shoulder and Loâak took that as a sign to wrap his arm around your waist.
A woodsprite lands between you. The silence is broken with a small chuckle from your throat, dry but welcoming. âOf all the places that could land, it chose there.â You say, pointing at the creature. Loâak takes your hand, he lifts it and puts it on his chest. You stare into his glowing amber gold eyes, his bioluminescent spots glowing in sync with yours. âHow do you always find me?â You whispered, a bit of genuine concern in your voice. Loâak looked at you with the same eyes heâs given you every time you were alone. The same eyes a part of you refused to see.
âI thinkâŚitâs the will of Eywa.â He told you, eyes lowered to the ground. You laugh a bit at his comment, Loâak, ever the comic. But why wasnât he laughing too? You look him over. âYouâre not laughing.â âBecause Iâm not joking.â Loâak gently lay his head in your hand, he allowed your other hand to touch his chest. âY/n,â he begun, allowing you to feel how fast his heart was beating. âIâve been trying to tell you how I felt, for the past 2 weeks.â
You wanted to pull away so badly, afraid of the words he wanted to say.
âIâŚIâm sorry that Iâm not my brother,â Loâak looked at the space between your bodies, the small gap of personal space, âIâm sorry Iâm not promised to you. But I promise to always choose you. I will never be Neteyam. I can only be me. Iâm not a leader, like him, but I love you way more than he ever will. I have seen you, since we met, and I will always..see you. I know that a part of you sees me too. I want to be with you today, tomorrow and forever if you will let me. I promise, to choose you everyday, as I come to you before Eywa.â He said it, he finally told you what has been burning him in his heart for so long.
âOel ngati kameie, y/n.â Loâak leaned in, he waited. He waited for you, he would wait for you forever if youâd make him. There is no one else that he saw himself with. He leaned in, planted his lips on yours swiftly, but you pulled away. Loâak ears drooped. Half of him expected that to happen but he didnât want to believe it. âThis is wrong,â you said under your breath; although you had already made up your mind to end the engagement with Neteyam, you still felt guilty. But, Loâak doesnât know that. âIt feels, wrong,â you corrected yourself, your lavender hand on his blue face, âbut I know that, this is also..definitely right.â Loâak watches you lean in, a lovesick glow in his eyes, hypnotized by your movements. He is still, when you place your lips on his, returning his love, returning his kiss. It takes him but a few seconds to kiss you back, his lips moving with yours in perfect synchrony. A bit of tongue, slipping past, a gasp when you feel his tongue on yours, another airy yelp when his hands grip your hips and lift you up. Resting you to sit in his laps.
The kiss doesnât break, even as his hands trail down your lower back, even as he palms the round of your ass through your tweng. He continues, rough big hands gripping below your thighs to keep you from slipping. You pull back for air, lips wet from his, panting for a minute. âWhatâs wrong?â Loâak asks, rubbing your chin with his thumb, breathing just as much as you. âIâŚâ you blush then, face turning dark pink. âThat was my firstâŚâ Loâakâs lips make an âoâ, nodding, understanding what you meant. He went back in for second kiss, allowing you to take the lead this time.
His hands, every so frenzy make their way up your back to grip behind your neck. You tilt your head, tongue flicking his, readjusting your position in his laps. Loâak suffices a moan so low you could barely register it. When you move again he breaks the kiss, hissing and putting his hands on the small of your back. You look down at him, eyes wide, âwhatâs wrong?â Loâak shakes his head, his smile soft. âYour rocking,â he emphasizes. You donât understand what heâs trying to say. He guides you with his eyes, looking at your face then below, where your hips connected, clothed but close.
He didnât want to say it. âYouâre stimulatingâŚsomething.â Realization hits. âIâm sorry,â you attempt to get off, but that only made it harder for Loâak. His hands grip you hips to steady you, putting his face in your neck to deeply inhale your scent. âDonât be sorry, I just donât want us to do anything you wouldnât want to do. Because the way youâre making me feel right nowâŚâ his voice trailed, âI donât want you to stop.â
You felt how steady his breathing was, your hands caress his shoulders, and his chest moved faster. âWhat if I donât want to stop?â You whisper, the hair on his back raised. Loâak wondered if you knew what you were asking, hands getting tighter on your thighs. âThen we donât stop,â he mumbles, pulling his face from your neck and back up. His lips return to yours again, rougher than before, hands greedily traveling up your waist and resting there. Your hands were secure on his shoulders. Every time he tilted his head in another angle he readjusted you, hands? Ass. He couldnât help grabbing that part of you; all heâs ever wanted to do was hold you and now he had the chance.
Loâak stops kissing you again, he leans in to your neck, soft fluttery pecks along your jaw, down your neck, still hands on your waist. You closed your eyes enjoying this new feeling of warmth youâve only been told of by Neytiri. You reach for the back of his head, pulling him in closer by accident, Loâak takes the chance to nip at your collarbone. He plants wet kisses on every side of your neck, biting softly, sucking and pulling on your lavender flesh until it turned dark pink, marking you with slight imprints of his fangs.
You moan then, soft but enough for him to hear. Youâve never made that noise before, but Loâak didnât seem to mind. He lifts his head up, kissing the tip of your flat nose and rubbing your both sides of your waist with his thumbs. âDo you mind if I take this off?â His finger hooks on your braletteâs thin strap. You shake your head, reaching behind your neck to release the knot that kept your breasts up. Loâak watched with careful eyes as you removed your top, his hands traveling upwards to your mounds. He takes the top from your hand, puts it aside and dives his head down. Without warning, he kisses each, light. You donât realize youâre holding your breath.
You run your hand in his braids, chest heavy when he kisses your left breast, right above the nipple. This kiss was longer than the last, a bit of tongue was there, you felt a nip in your sensitive skin. âMm, LoâakâŚâ He kisses your collarbone as an apology, returning to your right breast, giving it the same treatment. His apology was not sincere. You tense, feeling his tongue glide across your skin. You squeeze your eyes closed at this, body trembling when you felt his hand grab you gently, lifting your soft breast to his mouth, his tongue made contact with your bud, swirling your areola before his lips latch down. Suckling your bits like he was teething. Your arch into his mouth, his grip increases on accident and a groan leaves him. Loâak holds you between his teeth before he releases, a soft plop fills the cave.
You keep looking at him like you want something, want more. âLoâak?â You whisper to him, hand tangled in his braids, âmhm?â His lips were back on your skin, all over your neck and shoulders. âI want to feel more than this.â You desperately shift forward, clothed heat against his hardening cock. Loâak looks into your eyes assessing the situation. âYou sure? It might hurtââ âBut youâll be gentle, right?â You look at him with so much love, Loâak doesnât want to deny you. He sighs, a small smile graced his lips, planting another kiss on yours. âAlright, but tell me when it hurts okay? And weâll stop.â
Loâak lays you down, his hands gracefully run down your waist to rest on the band of your skirt, the tips of his fingers pulling it down slowly. You flinch, wet flesh exposed to the cool wind that blew through the caves. You watch as he gets on his knees, peeling his tweng off, thighs clenching at how painfully slow he moved to reveal himself. âLo?â Your voice is soft, a little shaky with nerves. Loâak crawls above you, taking your legs up as he did so he could put them on his shoulders. âHm?â His hands are rested on the back of your thighs, pulling you again, your body shifts in the bed, peach petals airborne, then falling again in your hair and on your face. You saw the subtle flex of his muscles, strong blue arms tense as he wrapped his hands around your thighs. The veins on them risen, thumb rubbing your knee before he ran his hands down closer to your aching wet flesh.
You follow his every move trying to control your breathing. His finger slides across your slick, your back arches into his touch and he looks on your face. âDamn youâre wet.â He mutters, repeating the action of rubbing his index finger up and down your wet folds. He slips the tip of his finger in, watching your body jolt again with this new feeling of penetration. âMm!â Loâak tried to hide his smile, mentally already enjoying the thought of claiming you, of seeing how your fucked out face would look once heâs in. âThat feel good?â He asks, tip still sliding in and out. You nod, and he slides his finger in further. You flinch, a small grunt leaving you because heâs poking your walls the wrong way.
Loâak looks up, watching your body move. âYou donât like that?â You shake your head and he repositions his finger, his 5 inch digit slides right back in again, a pressure is built up below your navel. You let out a softer moan than before, fingers gripping the petals below you once he found a rhythm, steadily rocking his digit, his amber eyes watching as your pussy greedily sucked on his finger. âFuck youâre tightâŚâ he whispers, pulling his digit out to rub you again, you whimper at the lost feeling; he teases your clit with his wet digits and probs your entrance again, two fingers gently rubbing your weeping flesh. When he attempts to push through, you arch again. The burning feeling of your cunt stretching made you put your hand on his, stopping him. âThat hurt,â you mewl with tears perking in your glossy e/c eyes. Loâak backs away, keeping your legs on his shoulders to dip his head down between the meat of your thighs. A light squeak escapes you, his nose presses firmly to your bean while he laps at your slick. A low rumble comes from his throat, his calloused hands grip behind your thighs to keep you still as he ate you out. You throw your head back, gasping and whispering his name like a mantra.
He puts pressure on it, tongue slipping in, tasting your juices. His tongue aggressively forcing its way inside, latching on with his lips. Whiny grunts canât seem to stop leaving you. Every time you reach down to push him off just a little, overwhelmed by the sucking and licking of his tongue he smacked your hand away and forced your leg off his shoulder, pressing it back to your breasts.
You whine again, Loâak looks up at last coming off with a soft plop. Your flushed face makes him get back on his knees. Your juices on his lips, nose and chin, but he doesnât care. His hand reaches down, heavy with his member while he probs your wet cunt. Loâak watched your face contort, discomfort and a bit of fear flashing in your eyes. âIâll be gentle,â he tells you, allowing you to hold his shoulders as he lifted you back up by your hips, pulling your body on to his laps again, dick coated in your warm slick making him bite his lip. You whimper, he smirks, handsy with your ass, he aligns himself with you, teasing your entrance with his tip.
He taps your ass gently. âWhat?â Your soft voice questions him. âSit on it.â Youâre about to look down getting ready to do as he says, but Loâak doesnât allow you to. âEyes on me.â âBut how am I supposed toââ âFeel me.â You squeeze his shoulders, legs spread as you lower yourself on his cock. The burning returns as his girth is stretching you out. You hiss, feeling the tip invade your tight pussy ever so slowly, Loâak kept his eyes on you. He pushed down a little on your hips to help you, jaw clenched feeling as you sucked him in.
He waits a minute, two, your walls flutter softly around his shaft. He props you up more, hands under your thighs as he forces you to move. You feel it, every inch of his veiny cock brushing on your soft walls. At first you started off slow, the sounds of wet flesh connecting with flesh spills into the cave. Loâak watches you move, hands still on your hips only to guide you. He hisses, you were gripping him so tight, he wanted to fill you with his seeds then and there, but didnât want this moment to be wasted. âPullinâ me in y/n.â He grunts, your eyes look like theyâre going to the back of your head. His heavy hand smacks your ass to bring you back, hips rutting upwards to keep breaking you in.
âOh fuckâŚâ when you throw your arms around his neck to cover your moans you lean into his shoulder. Loâak doesnât stop thrusting, hips stuttering when he feels you squeeze on him again. He moans, itâs whiny and deep, pushing you on to your back, still drilling deep in your pussy. âUse your words.â He grunts, slapping your ass as he fucked you through your high. He palms your breast, leaning down to put your nipple in his mouth as heâs still pounding into you. He could hear your whiny moans, and the sweet sapping sounds of your cunt filling his ears. Your mouth is partially open, a hand over your eye as he fucks you into the bed, he slaps the fat of your ass again, two more times, gripping your flesh until his nails leave prints.
Your moans only got louder, something stirring in your womb, you feel like youâre about to pee and you start to cry. The dick was too good. âYou cryin?ââ You nod, weeping pitiful tears when he slows down, deep strokes in your pussy. You squirm, tapping his shoulders, begging him to go faster. Loâak goes slower, the smirk on his face doesnât go away. âLoâak please!â You mewl for him, his face before yours as he puts your legs high up on his shoulders again, his tail wraps around your own to keep you. âNeed you,â you choke out, pussy weeping uncontrollably, he canât even slowly dick you down anymore from how slippery youâve become. âGreedy.â He kisses you hard, balls deep and fucking into your womb like you owed him. Loâak presses his hand on your lower abdomen where heâs practically bulging in you.
He hits the back of your cervix and you start seeing stars. If you werenât crying hard enough before you were bawling now, body jerking with the shocks of pleasure and pain when you pull him in by the neck, legs tighten around his waist as he rides you through your high. âLo-Loâak! I! Ughââ âFucccck stop talking! Please! Youâre gonna milk me.â He buries his face in your neck and tries to control his strokes, too close to the sun now. Too close to the edge, he knew he could break inside at any moment now.
You frantically run your hands in his braids again, crying out how badly you wanted to pee. How much you wanted sweet release! Loâak groans loudly, his hips snapping against yours when he feels you dig your nails into his back and arch for the fourth time. A long, drawn out pitchy wail tears from your throat as you cling to him with your walls, creaming on his thick cock. He rides out your high, dick hitting deep, tip kissing the back of your walls before he too spills over. He holds his weight up when he comes undone inside of you, head hanging low near your ear and panting. You gently hold his face and look him in the eyes; he still hasnât pulled out. Loâak nuzzles your cheek with his, gently he lays down beside you, his member slowly leaves you and the full warm feeling disappears. You turn to face him with your hands still on his body and his on yours, pulling you in close and holding you by the waist.
You donât say anything to each other, you only lay together in silence, exchanging sweet kisses and grabbing your tsaheylus, Loâak looks at you for permission. You nod with your eyes half lidded, and in that moment, he locks his lips back on yours; the ends of your tsaheylus connecting, your bond formed, and you are mated with the second son.
A/N: You guys I donât recall when was the last time that Iâve written a smut. Donât clown me on this one LOLLLLL! đđđ˝