BESIDE ME
you aim to become the oloâeykte, but your rival wants you as his tsahik when he becomes the oloâeyktan instead.
warnings : (18+ MDNI), neteyam x omatikaya fem!reader, mature themes, explicit s3xual content, strong language, violence, rivals to lovers, he fell first she fell harder, SLOW burn, power struggle, secret identity (mangkwan), injury, panic attack, egoistic & sassy (naive) reader, sensual massaging, misunderstanding, softdom!reader, sub!neteyam, begging, MANYYY smut (P in V), both are freaked out, dry hmping, oral (f receiving), neteyam is a desperate đş eater, and LOWKEY a pervert man, riding, light choking, edging, fingering, handjob, overstimulation, praise k1nk, dirty talk, he talks u thru it đ , pet names, jealousy, light possessiveness, light degradation, teasing, marking, risk of getting caught, etc. I NEED TO SHUT UP
a/n : ok that was a lot anyways i had to somehow insert mangkwan neteyam, just take this as ur reference. this was originally supposed to be around 30k words but i didnât wanna overwhelm anyone so i removed some parts đ i was a bit nervous about posting something that long esp since itâs a slow burn, hopefully the smut partS made up for it đŠ
wc : 24k imsorry (no proofread)
Ever since you were a child, you only had one goal in mind, to become like your father.
An Oloâeykte, that was what you wanted to become, as when you were younger, your father would often tell you about his story. How he once aimed to become Oloâeyktan of the clan, but was not strong enough to reach that position.
From that on, you decided you would continue what he couldnât.
Thereâs even a motto you dedicated yourself to: carry forward what your father began.
Your parents were always as supportive, especially since you were an only child. They gave you praise freely, often reinforcing every step you took without doubt.
And that kind of attention turned you into who you are.
Now, youâre known as one of the most capable huntresses in the clan. People speak of your name when asked about skilled ones, those who can do both hunt and treat wounds.
You can track, fight, and heal when needed, moving between roles depending on what the situation demands.
Because of that, praise has followed you for most of your life. It became expected even, and over time it built the attitude you now carry.
âY/n, thatâs your eleventh cup already. Stop before your father drags you out of here himself.â
You only grinned wider, slamming the wooden cup back down on the table and asking for another pour. âPeyâ, what are ya sayinâ? Thiz is greatuh!â The elders around you laughed along, more excited than concerned as you kept going.
You just returned from a successful mission and the celebration quickly turned into something louder than expected when Jake approved of it. Praise kept coming from every direction, and you just stood in the middle of it.
âDonât mind them, y/n!â One of the elders said, making Peyrral let out a tiny gasp.
âThe mighty huntress!â
âDrink! Drink! Drink!â
Peyrral groaned as she stood nearby with arms crossed, watching the entire scene with annoyance, Vetxo just stood beside her.
An elder lifted you onto his shoulders, cheering and praising you like it was a ceremony. Your face had turned flushed, your smile stuck in that exaggerated pleased expression you always made when praise piled up too much.
âThese old hags need to stop feeding her ego like this,â Peyrral muttered, glaring at the group. She uncrossed her arms immediately when an elder bumped her shoulder while passing.
âYer jusâ jealous, lil one! Let âer enjoy ze moment. She earned it, did je nah?â
Peyrral scoffed, âUnbelievable, can barely even understand a wordâŚâ Vetxo tilted her head, before clearing her throat to speak. âHe said weâre jealous of Y/n. That we should let her enjoy herself while it lasts.â
âI am NOT jealous of y/n! Mind you, I only had two cups. I would never let myself turn into that.â She gestured toward you. âLook at her. She has training tomorrow, right? Enlighten me how sheâll function!â
âShe just usually does.â Vetxo shrugged. âLetâs just wait until the noise settles, then take her home after.â
Peyrral pouted, but didnât retort. Both of them stayed where they were, watching over you as the celebration continued a little longer.
It only grew louder as more elders fed into the atmosphere around you. Drums echoed again, voices overlapping, the whole clan caught in the energy of your success.
âEnough.â
It was a voice that carried immediately, cutting through the fun. The drumming stopped mid-beat, and the noise began to settle as everyone turned toward the source.
There, Neteyam stood at the edge of the gathering. âItâs already past midnight. Please lower the noise as others are resting.â
The man holding you on his shoulder quickly lowered you back down. You stumbled when your feet hit the ground. âHey!â You hit the old man, before preparing yourself turning toward Neteyam.
âThere he is,â you said, tilting your head with a smirk. âThe party-pooper. Why do you always do this, man? Afraid Iâm getting more attention than you?â
Neteyam gently took your hand and lowered it away from him without hesitation. âNo one is envious of you. I am simply asking for respect toward those who are already taking a rest.â
âSo yes,â you added, turning back to the crowd, âheâs a party-pooper!â
The crowd laughed along, Neteyam exhaled through his nose, used to you pushing boundaries like this.
âSheâs not entirely wrong, Neteyam,â one of the elders called out. âCome join us. You worked the mission as well.â
âCâmon, Neteyam!â
âDrink with us!â
Neteyam gave a small, respectful bow of his head. âI do not drink. I apologize.â
The reaction was immediate. A mix of laughter and disappointment spread through the group. âBoo!â
âExcuse me?â Neteyam asked, taken aback as the crowd reacted like that.
âOne night wonât kill you!â
âYouâre with the clanâs finest tonight. Do not refuse it!â
You crossed your arms, watching him with amusement. âWanna see who can handle more drinks, pretty boy?â
Neteyam looked down at you for a moment, expression unreadable as you smirked confidently up at him. There was a pause, like he was considering it only long enough to make a decision.
âNo.â
You flinched. âNo?!â
âI will not participate in a drinking competition. Especially not when we have training tomorrow under the Oloâeyktan. You should also be resting instead of prolonging this gathering.â He glanced at the crowd, then back at you. âIt would be wiser if you returned as well.â
You stared at him for a second, like you were processing what he just said and deciding which part annoyed you more.
ââWiSeRâ?â you mocked. âAre you insinuating that I canât handle a night out, Neteyam?â A few people nearby quieted a little, sensing the shift in your tone. âI just came back from a full mission wherein I led, fought, healed people on the way back, and youâre standing here telling me to go rest like Iâm some child?â
Neteyam didnât react, only watched you like he was waiting for you to finish before responding properly. âThatâs not what I said, Y/n. I am simply saying youâre overextending yourself unnecessarily.â
You scoffed. âNo, thatâs exactly what youâre saying. You always do this. You talk like I need to be managed. Like I donât know what Iâm doing.â
People exchanged looks, unsure whether to laugh or stop the argument.
âYou think Iâm incapable of deciding for myself just because Iâm not standing here acting all stiff like you?â
Neteyam frowned as he lowered his voice enough for you to hear. âThatâs not what I think. Youâre not making a proper decision right now. Youâre not sober, at least drink water, there are children nearby watching you speak to me like this.â
Your eyes squinting at that, âThen stop making this difficult. If you donât want me to be celebrated, then go back to whatever duty you have and stop trying to act like youâre competing with me for the position.â
Neteyamâs eyes widened at the accusation. âThatâs notââ
âYou donât have authority over me,â you cut in instantly, stepping closer without hesitation, whispering next to his ear. âJust because youâre the Oloâeyktanâs son doesnât mean you can order me or my people around like this.â
Peyrral leaned toward Vetxo, lowering her voice. âShould we stop them?â Vetxo watched the two then shook her head once.
âLetâs not.â
-
That night did not end well. The news of your argument reached the Oloâeyktan faster than either of you expected, and by morning, both you and Neteyam were kneeling in front of him.
The punishment was simple: clean the village, no ikran flying, and assist with any work for a full week.
For Neteyam, it wanât harsh. He had endured stricter consequences before when a clan discipline was involved. He assumed this would pass quickly, he also thought youâd treat it the same way.
You didnât.
âBut sirââ
âNo buts, Y/n,â Jake cut in, âOne complaint and I will extend it to a full moon.â
That shut you up, your mouth closed. You stayed still, arms tense, glaring down at the ground.
Jake looked between you both, âIf I hear another issue from either of you, involving each other, Iâll deal with it more strictly next time.â
He sighed, palming his face. âIâm being lenient as we have active missions and need capable hands. So, for now, your usual duties will be redistributed. The people will compensate for your absence during this period.â
The two of you nodded along.
âYour punishment starts tomorrow. If there are no questions, and there must not be! Then, youâre dismissed.â
You stepped out of the kelku, and your hands were still fisted at your sides. You were clearly sulking, irritated with energy spilling out with every step while Neteyam followed behind with distance.
âY/nââ
âDo not.â You turned the moment he said your name, cutting him off. âAs you can see, Iâm very much livid. This punishment wouldnât have happened if you werenât acting like an asshole.â
Neteyam stared at you. âListen. We received this because we were both involved in that argument.â He took a small step closer. âWe can still complete the tasks efficiently if we cooperateâŚâ
âI donât know, Neteyam,â you said, âI do not think ill be able to focus with you nearby. Iâd rather complete this alone. No offense.â
No offense taken⌠Was what he wanted to say, right before he watched you walk away from him without looking back.
Neteyam understands that you view him as a rival for leadership, but he never saw himself as competing against you. While he once pursued the role of Oloâeyktan out of duty to his family and clan, his feelings eventually changed, and he began imagining a future where the two of you would lead together, with him as Oloâeyktan and you as Tsahik by his side.
It wasnât something he planned, and definitely not something he would say out loud just yet. Because if you ever heard him say that, you would laugh at his face.
Because truly, how could he fall for someone who has always made it clear she cannot stand his presence?
But despite your behavior toward him, Neteyam had always admired your strength, beauty, and ability to stand alongside the best hunters of the clan. Because the two of you were constantly paired together throughout your training, his admiration deepened into something far more personal.
But things didnât turn in his favor.
You didnât simply dislike him, you seemed to want him out of the way entirely, beneath you, and no longer a threat. As far as he understood, the reason was that you knew he was pursuing the same leadership position you wanted for yourself.
-
âThis is what you get for arguing with the golden son.â
You groaned, letting the broom drop to the ground. âDrop it already, Peyâ. Iâve had enough scolding entering my very smart brain today.â
âHow long does this punishment even last?â
You crossed your arms right back, mimicking her stance without thinking. âA whole week! Which means Iâll miss the exchange with the Tawkami clan, and I wonât meet the TsahĂŹk of the Metkayina.â
You panicked over the possibility of missing two major once-in-a-lifetime events and started spiraling, only for them both to point out that you were already losing your mind over it.
âPlease, you guys have to help me get out of this!â
Vetxo glanced at you, leaning back against the rock. âWhat can you do?â
âI can like⌠clean the village, take whatever job they throw at me, and Iâm not even allowed to see Seya.â
Peyrral dismissed your complaint about your ikran, questioning why it was even part of your punishment, you agreeing as fast, then she suggested you spend your time helping the healers since it was one of your strengths anyway.
Vetxo looked at her, then back at you. âNo. I suggest you try something else.â
âI already know everything, Vet.â you scoffed, flipping your hair. Both of them stared at you, judging. ââŚContinue.â
âThereâs one thing youâre not good at.â
âYeah? Name one!â
âWeaving.â
You froze for a second, you slapped your knee then laughed like she had just told a ridiculous joke. âRight. Okay. So I think Iâll go with Peyâs idea. Iâve always said she gives better ideas than you anyway. So Im definitely doimg what she said.â
âActually, I agree with Vetxo.â
You quickly rejected the idea of weaving, insisting that you despised it, but Vetxo said that youâd have to learn it eventually considering itâd be necessary for making your future childrenâs loincloths, you shut the idea down entirely, insisting that you werenât having children.
Peyrral watched you with mild irritation, âBut you want the Oloâeykte position. Youâll have to⌠continue your line.â
âThen Iâll be the one to end that tradition.â
Peyrral threatened to extend your punishment if you kept babbling, forcing you to bite back your tongue. Reluctantly giving in, you agreed to go before your frustration got any worse.
You headed toward the weaving kelku with Peyrral and Vetxo, continuing to complain on the way. Convinced that nobody actually enjoyed weaving, you tried to persuade them to stay and suffer through the work with you.
âGirls? What brings you here?â one of the women asked, hands pressing against her cheeks. âYouâve come at a fortunate time, we have very few commissions for this week.â
âGood day! and thatâs wonderful to hear, maâam,â Peyrral replied, âThough weâre not here for an accessory.â
Vetxo nodded. âWeâve come to offer our dearest friend to your care, if itâd please you of course. She has been⌠quite eager to lend her hands among your work.â
âIs that so?â
âShe even insisted that we bring her here ourselves. She said, and I quote, âIâm rather shy to ask the kind women on my ownâŚââ
Peyrral and Vetxo shamelessly exaggerated your reputation in front of the weavers, much to your annoyance. When the weaver asked who you were, the two presented you to her, leaving you no choice but to put on a sweet smile and introduce yourself politely.
âOh my⌠Y/n?â the woman gasped, covering her mouth as the others turned toward you as well. âDonât youhave training today?â
You tried to answer but Peyrral stepped in and claimed your training had been rescheduled, adding that you were so dedicated to serving the clan that you couldnât rest without finding another way to contribute.
The woman was convinced by her explanation and assumed you came to help for the day, but before you could confirm it, your friends eagerly volunteered you for an entire week instead.
âOh my,â the woman beamed. âThatâs very generous of you, Y/n! I shall make sure the Oloâeyktan hears of this.â
âYesâŚâ
âThank you so much, Lady Kaâli,â Peyrral hugged the lady, then bowed her head. âWe shall leave her. We trust she will be of great help to your hands, especially as she prepares to serve our clan in the future.â
Before you could protest, Peyrral shoved you toward the weavers and dramatically bid you farewell, teasing that she and Vetxo would miss working with you.
After that, you watched the two walk away from the kelku, even humming to themselves as if they hadnât just abandoned you.
You stood there for a moment, jaw tight, before turning back to the women who were still smiling at you with clear fondness. âPlease, do tell how I may be of assistance.â
The weavers explained that there was little work available due to a lack of recent commissions which gave you hope that youâd have an easy week. Unfortunately, thanks to your friendsâ exaggerated claims about your eagerness to help, they decided to keep you occupied anyway.
âThose bitchesâŚ!â
âWe would rather have you stay with us!â
âLet us get to know you better.â
âThatâs right!!â
Your relief vanished as the weavers immediately overwhelmed you with endless questions. Though internally frustrated, you maintained a polite smile and composed posture while enduring the interrogation.
âTell us, dear⌠has anyone ever caught your eye yet?â
Another leaned in right after. âOr are you already looking for a mate at this time?â
When the conversation turned toward courtship, you insisted that finding a mate wasnât a priority, emphasizing your ambitions as the future Oloâeykte. Even when asked about the upcoming courting moons, you made it clear that you would only participate if it didnât interfere with your responsibilities.
Then they brought up having children which you dismissed the idea, explaining that your priorities were centered on serving the clan.
âAnd the Tsahik path? Youâre skilled with healing.â
âMy father taught me what real duty looks like. I wonât settle for less when I can do more.â You smirked.
â...What do you think of Olo'eyktan's son?â
You answered. âLoâak is⌠hardheaded. He acts before he thinks. But I guess he can do well if scolded enough.â
âAnd Neteyam?â
âHe follows his duty well, itâs commendable.â
âDo you find him⌠attractive?â
The question carried more weight, but you answered honestly anyway, confused as to why it was being asked. You described Neteyam as a constant obstacle to your focus, viewing him primarily as a rival because the two of you were pursuing the same leadership position.
You shrugged again, âAlthough heâs strong, sure. Not useless like most of the boys.â The ladies nodded watching you lean back. âSo Iâll say this⌠heâs competent. But Iâm still better at what I do.â
You looked at the ladies, seeing them still waiting for an answer. âBut attractive? I dont think about it that deeply. If someoneâs worth noticing, they usually know it already. Like me, I know Iâm strong, so I believe that Iâm attractive!â You grinned, touching your cheeks.
When the weavers mentioned that your admiration for strength meant you found Neteyam attractive, you rejected the comparison, insisting that no one, including him, operated on your level.
âKindly answer straightforwardly!â
âListen. If I call myself beautiful, which I already am, that doesnât mean Iâm strong. But if I call myself strong, then it naturally includes being beautiful, because in my vocabulary, strength is part of what makes someone appealing. So yes, Iâm attractive because Iâm strong. Thatâs the baseline, and it doesnât extend outward. Other people being strong doesnât automatically place them anywhere near my level of attractiveness.â
The lady gasped, âBut you said you find yourself attractive because you ARE strong, and you said heâs strong too. So technicallyââ
You argued that strength and attractiveness were separate qualities, insisting that acknowledging someone elseâs strength didnât mean you viewed them as equally attractive as you. Confident in your own beauty, you ended up questioning the matchmakers if they doubted your attractiveness.
âOh no, Y/n, youâre attractive!â
âThereâs no doubt about that!â
âDo you find him cute at least?!â
âHeâs⌠alright.â You nodded.
The ladies finally let out a sigh of relief as they had finally extracted something usable out of you after all that vague logic.
âBut Iâm the cutest, so I couldnât care less!â
-
It has been four days since you and Neteyam began serving your punishment. Since then, youâve only been allowed to watch your people enjoy themselves during evening gatherings while youâre assigned to cleaning duties, with the elders teasing you as they pass by and you snapping back at them.
Youâre also growing aware of Seya, your ikran, whom you havenât seen in days. The absence sits in the back of your mind, but you take some relief knowing Peyrral and Vetxo have been taking it upon themselves to feed and check on her while youâre occupied.
âYeah, and just so you know, Seya is pregnant.â
âWhat?!â
You dropped the stick holding one of the finest meats within the clan, the food falling against the ground as Vetxo spoke. Your head snapped toward her, completely thrown off by the statement.
âI said⌠Seya is pregnant. Your ikran?â
You were shocked that everyone seemed to know something you completely missed, saying you wouldâve noticed if there had been signs. Vetxo pointed out that while you noticed the anger, you failed to understand what was actually causing it, leaving you demanding to know who the mate was.
They exchanged a look, confirming something without words. Vetxo gave a small nod, letting Peyrral speak instead. âWeâre guessing⌠Neteyamâs ikran.â
You sat up fast, already pacing. âWhen did this even happen? I shouldnât have left her alone with his⌠that bird in that cave weeks ago. I knew something was off. Neteyam mustâve planned this.â
âAre you serious?â Both of them spoke at the same time.
You believed he had been trying to compete with or undermine you, complaining about how much he had irritated you over the past weeks, that eveb his suggestion that the two of you work together sounded like a move, leaving your friends stunned by how you actually misunderstood his intentions.
âWhat are you going to do then?â Vetxo asked.
âIâm going to put some sense into that golden sonâs brain.â You clenched your fist, deciding the outcome of the conversation in your head.
âY/n, shouldnât you check on Seya first and see how sheâs doing?â Peyrral asked. You scoffed and turned away. âI am going to see her.â
Except you didnât.
You had only one goal that night, and it was to find Neteyam te Suli Tsyeykâitan.
It didnât take long for you to find him helping the cooks prepare food for the clan. You then marched straight up to him, knocked your shoulder into his to get his attention.
âFollow me. Now.â
Noticing your mood, Neteyam followed you into the forest, but you stopped him before he could get too close. Turning to face him, âHavenât you heard my ikran is pregnant?â
Neteyamâs eyes widened before softening, a small smile forming as he looked at you. âThatâs⌠a good thing. Congratulations.â
âWhat do you mean congratulations?!â
âDid you not want your ikran to be pregnant?â
âYour bird impregnated mine!â
âW-what do you want me to do then?â Neteyam stiffened at your grip on his wrist,
You demanded that he have your punishment removed, but he told you that he couldnât just ignore clan protocols. But you pressed him further, frustrated by the restrictions and especially by the fact that Seya is still with her âpervertâ mate.
âTeyu isnât a pervert,â he defended, furrowing his eyebrows as he looked at you when you insulted his brother.
âI donât KNOW, Neteyam!â you shot back, tightening your grip on his wrist. Before he could argue again, you yanked him forward, dragging him along the path.
âWhere are you taking me?â he asked, trying to match your pace without actually resisting you too hard.
âTo your fatherâs kelku.â
âThat isnât something we just walk intoââ
âItâll be!â
-
âWhatâs this?â
You straightened, stepping forward with way too much confidence for the situation, âThis is our offering. Mine and Neteyamâs. Mostly mine, letâs be honest.â
You pressed a hand against Neteyamâs arm, âIn exchange to lifting our punishment, because clearly there has been a VERY serious incident involving his bird and mine.â
Neteyam sighed as you continued, âSheâs pregnant, sir. P-reg-na-nt. And I demand, respectfully, the mother be allowed to see her child.â you crossed your arms.
Jake just stared at you. âSay that again.â
A sudden breeze made your confidence falter, so you shoved Neteyam forward to deal with his father instead.
âDadâ Sir,â he corrected, clearing his throat as he tried to gather himself. âTeyu and Seya⌠they mated without me and Y/n knowing. I was also surprised when she told me, as I didbât sense anything from my ikran that suggested⌠this.â
Jake questioned how either of you knew about the pregnancy if you were forbidden from seeing them. You stepped in to defend yourself, insisting that the information came from your friends and that you had followed the punishment without breaking the rules.
âReally now, y/n?â
âYes, sir! Iâve been nothing but a dedicated huntress in carrying out this punishment that was bestowed upon me by Toruk Makto himself. You may ask the weavers yourself, even they kept going on about how fortunate they are to have me working for them. I mean, anyone would feel lucky to have me around.â
Neteyam almost wanted to palm his face, looking at you as you speak, now pouting up at his father, âUnless you, Sir, no longer see my value and would rather risk our people in the middle of a war. Then⌠I suppose someone has to be sacrificed eventuallyâŚâ
âY/n, youâre speaking to the Oloâeyktan. Be polite,â Neteyam whispered under his breath. you shot him a glare. âIâm being polite, golden boy.â
You redirected your attention to Jake, asking for permission to see Seya. After a long, weary sigh, he finally motioned for both of you to come inside and continue the discussion.
Neteyam remained distracted by his fatherâs reaction, assuming the disappointment stemmed from a simple breach of protocol. You, on the other hand, cared about none of that as you brought up Seya again.
âI know, Y/n, I just need the two of you to listen before I decide what to do with your punishment.â
Once you were settled, Jake revealed that he would have to postpone both the exchange with the Tawkami and the meeting with the Metkayina, signaling that something serious had come up.
Your head snapped up instantly. âWhat?!â
âHow come, sir?â
Jakeâs jaw tightened before he answered. âI was informed by our sky-watchers that thereâs a possibility that Mangkwan may make a move. Weâre of course preparing for a potential intrusion, and I need all available warriors ready.â
Your tail flicked hard behind you before you could stop it as you heard the name of the clan. He paused then added, âThat includes lifting your punishment early. You two are needed back in active duty.â
Neteyam understood where the conversation was leading, his surprise evident as he began to piece it together. Jake then confirmed his suspicion, assigning both of you to a covert mission that would require infiltrating Mangkwan territory.
While the mission itself didnât intimidate you, the thought of going to their territory brought Seya to mind, what unsettled you was the worry that your ikran wouldnât be safe in her current condition.
As if catching the same concern, Neteyam spoke up, âBut Sir⌠our ikranâŚâ
Jake then expressed his disappointment that neither of you had noticed what was happening with your ikrans, reminding you that your bond shouldâve made you aware of changes like these. As you and Neteyam reacted uneasily, he made it clear that this disconnect was a serious issue that needed to be addressed before either of you could be trusted with a mission inside the enemyâs territory.
You two were dismissed that night. Now you stood inside the council gathering, surrounded by warriors, hunters, and elders who watched your every movement as the map lay spread across the center table. The clanâs artists had marked routes, terrain details, and territory lines, waiting for your input.
Your finger traced a path across the ground route marked on the map. âHence, I have decided that infiltrating their base on foot would benefit us. Weâll move inside their base, gather information directly from within the clan, and see if theyâre preparing an attack. The process, you can leave that to us.â
An elder leaned forward. âCan you at least tell us what you have planned? This is a dangerous task, and if anything happens to you two, itâll be harsh for your ikrans who are already in a compromised state due to its mating season.â
âThe Mangkwan are nothing but a problem that needs solving,â you said, stepping closer to the map. âI will be the one to do it properly. For my clan.â
Neteyam glanced at you, but you ignored him and pointed at the route, ears still pinned back. No one else seemed to notice the small shift in your posture.
You presented a plan to infiltrate the Mangkwan by disguising yourselves with matching pigments and fully adapting to their appearance and behavior. Based on your observations, you explained that their leadership seemed to rely more on fear.
You reiterated your request for the artists to prepare materials that would allow you and Neteyam to mimic their appearance as accurately as possible for the mission.
âDaughter⌠Are you certain of this?â
You answered with confidence when your father approached you, insisting that gathering information was the least you should be capable of if you hoped to lead one day.
âIâll protect y/n, sir.â Neteyam nodded to your father and you glared at him before paying attention again to the feedback of the elder.
âHow will you execute this plan?â
You stepped forward again as your hand hovered over the map. âOne of our sky-watchers reported that they hold nightly gatherings, similar to ours. Thatâs where we enter, when theyâre distracted.â
The plan was to depart before nightfall and enter during active movement, allowing you two to blend. You intended to take the lower forest route despite the difficult terrain, using the thick canopy and uneven ground to mask your presence and disrupt recognizable sound patterns. Once inside the territory, the priority would be observation, studying their behavior, speech, and mannerisms closely enough to imitate them.
The others nodded, exchanging glances as your plan began to settle in their minds. For once, it didnât sound like you were charging headfirst into danger, but walking into it with purpose.
After explaining more details, you crossed your arms and gave a small shrug. âand thatâs how a very capable and quite frankly deserving Oloâeykte executes a properly calculated plan. Otherwise, Iâm not convinced any other approach here would work as effectively.â
The mood eventually went down.
While the council acknowledged the plan was well thought out, concerns were raised about the risks of sending their own people deep into enemy territory without support.
However, Neteyam stepped forward before you could respond. âHer plan is structured and it accounts for Mangkwan behavior. Iâll ensure the execution remains controlled.â
You let out a scoff, crossing your arms tighter as you glanced at him before looking back at the council.
âSince it has been said, yes, my plan is structured. Obviously. Iâve delivered results every time I was given responsibility, itâs only logical that Iâd continue to do so. If anything, this is the safest way youâre gonna get information without losing more people⌠especially the great ones, me!â
You were fortunate to have the clan supporting you and your plan, as they should. What caught your attention more was how quick everything began moving the moment you finished speaking.
The thought of leaving for the mission without Seya weighed heavily on you. For someone who shared such a deep bond with their ikran, the separation settled uncomfortably in your chest.
You reflected on Seyaâs behavior lately and realized the signs had been there all along, from her unusual restlessness to changes in her appetite. What you had once dismissed as exhaustion now seemed far more significant in hindsight.
Vetxo who sat beside you spoke, âDonât worry, weâll take care of your girl,â she reassured you, glancing toward the direction where Seya had been secured.
You exhaled at her words, the tension in your shoulders eased. Even if you wouldnât say it out loud, you trusted them with her more than you trusted most things right now.
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âOw! Not so tight, old hag!â
You let out a sharp hiss as Ikeyni tightened your braid with no mercy, pulling your hair back with force.
Ikeyni, Oloâeykte of the Tayrangi Clan, didnât flinch at your complaint. âShut your mouth, skxawng. Didnât you say you wanted to blend in? If they find beauty within the clan, youâre gonna get your ass slapped.â
âTheyâll slap my what?!â
âYour butt, dummy.â
âBut why would they slap my butt?â
âIt was just⌠an expression.â
You continued anyway, completely confused. âHow come people here arenât slapping my butt though? Iâve always been called the epitome of beauty. What about you? Do you wanna slap my butt?â
Ikeyni went still for half a second, then looked at you like she was regretting ever opening her mouth that led the conversation here. âNo.â
After getting your hair done, the right side was slicked tightly back against your scalp, it almost felt uncomfortable with how still it was. The left side remained looser and layered, falling over your eye as the artists worked, giving you that look of mimic.
You remained still as the weavers completed your transformation, having already prepared your skin with an ash soak before layering grey-blue pigments carefully across your body to mimic Mangkwan coloring. Once finished, you stepped out in the new garments, adjusting to the unfamiliar feel, only for your gaze to fall on the materials and a clear look of disgust to cross your face.
The top was barely anything, a thin wrap secured tightly around your chest, more like a bandage than actual clothing.
âCheck you out. Looking pretty decorated.â Vetxo tilted her head, giving Peyrral a slow examination as she adjusted one of her fallen straps.
âOnly now do you decide to look at me?â Peyrral grinned as she let Vetxo fix her lace.
âStolen things usually donât get my attention, you see.â
âGood thing I took this from y/n then.â
From a short distance away, you let out a groan while still trying to adjust the tight band across your breasts. âYou guys look at this! These are suffocating my babies.â
âYou wanted to lead missions like this, did you not?â Peyrral nodded once in agreement. âConsider this part of your properly calculated plan.â
You were about to enter enemy territory, the Mangkwanâs own ground, and for the first time since the plan began forming, small doubts started to creep in at the edges of your mind.
âI know you guys would miss me but dont miss me too muchâŚâ
They joked that they could finally experience peace again now that youâre leaving, you laughed it off, pinched both of them in retaliation, and stepped back.
Later, Moâat stepped forward once the clan had gathered, she lifted her hand, eyes moving between you and Neteyam. âEywa hears what is spoken, and what is not.â Her hand lowered, resting near you and Neteyamâs chest. âMay Eywa walk beside you when your eyes cannot see clearly, may she steady your breath when your spirit wavers, and may she return you to us when your task is done.â
You stood there, you felt your father step closer beside you. He didnât say anything at first, just looked at you with an expression that didnât quite hide his worry.
âYou will come backâŚâ he muttered. His hand rested on your shoulders before pulling away. You gave a small nod, âOf course.â
On the other side, Neteyam stood with his family gathered close. Neytiri reached up to adjust something near his shoulder, his siblings lingered, Tuk had already wrapped herself around his leg, holding on tightly while Kiri stood at his side, her hand wrapped around his forearm, then Lo'ak stayed just in front of him, trying to keep out of the cheesy moments, but it slipped the moment Neteyam reached out and placed a hand on his head.
You and Neteyam moved through the forest in silence, both alert as you scanned the surroundings, with him keeping his bow ready and carrying both your supplies. You took the lead, unwilling to place yourself behind anyone, while he followed eith no protest after insisting on carrying your bag as a sign of respect, which you accepted without argument since it worked in your favor.
âGet down!â
Neteyam followed your movement immediately, though his voice came out confused. âWhat? Why?â
âHeh. I was just testing the golden sonâs awareness,â you said with a smirk, trying to get a reaction from him.
âSeriously?â
Later, the two of you moved through Mangkwan base without drawing suspicion, blending into the flow of their people. Eyes followed you with a nod, especially when they noticed the dead nantang being carried by you. It had nearly attacked the two of you earlier, forcing you to draw your bow and do what was required, before offering a prayer to send the creature back to Eywa.
To them, you werenât strangers, just a warriors returning with something worth celebrating more. Your hips shifted side to side with confidence, while Neteyam walked just behind with his arms resting behind his head, with a arrogant grin on his face.
âOloâeykte not here, Oloâeykte there, come.â
âThat easy?â you thought.
The hunter reached out, hand moving toward the nantang as if to take it from you but before he could, you hissed at him to make him back off.
Of course you werenât sure if it was normal for their men to take the heavier load from women, but you werent gonna risk your plan over that.
The hunter led you through the center of their base, pushing past bodies that made space for your arrival. The closer you got, the more the noise settled, all eyes went toward the woman being surrounded ahead. When you reached her, you dropped the nantang to the ground with enough weight to make it noticeable, then adjusted your posture, copying the bow the others gave.
âOloâeykte, I back!â
A woman wearing a feathered headdress questioned your identity, prompting you to maintain your disguise and act offended while reminding her of your supposed earlier introduction.
From the moment you stepped in, it was already clear to you how they functioned. Their speech was broken, their words lacking structure, but their reactions were easy. And unlike your clan, their system was not rule-based but hierarchy-driven.
She circled you slowly, her fiery gaze never leaving your cold one as she studied you from every angle. âThis is the first time I see one of my people walk in like this⌠so confident of themselves.â
Neteyam watched from the crowd with growing unease, forced to stay hidden while you stood close to the her. Though he trusted you, his inability to help and the risk of the situation left him tense.
The woman stepped closer, closing the distance between you intentionally. Her hand reached out, catching one of your braids, twirling it around her finger as her eyes studied your face.
She physically asserted her control over you, threatening your kuru with a dagger while suggesting she could turn you into her puppet. Holding your fate in her hands, she challenged you to give her a reason not to.
You defended your value by claiming you understood how enemies think and behave through observation, making yourself useful beyond brute strength. Though she questioned whether you were anything more than a distraction, you challenged her judgment, insisting she wouldnât see you that way ever.
âHow sure are you?â
âVery sure.â
Then she straightened, turning her head toward one of her hunters. Without taking her eyes off you, she lifted her finger and signed to the creature below.
âThrow.â
The hunter obeyed, dragging the nantang away and tossing it toward the fire pit where it would be prepared, the act speaking of acceptance.
Behind you, the crowd erupted into celebration again, you turned, scanning through the crowd until your eyes caught a familiar pair of golden ones. Neteyam stood among them, his gaze showing pure concern, silently asking if you were alright.
You held his stare, tightening your expression in response, giving him a clear signal through your eyes alone. He understood, and without breaking the act, he moved with the crowd to join the cooks.
You didnt wait for the gathering to end after that, stepping inside the leaderâs hut. Your eyes adjusted as you scanned the place, metal accessories scattered, weapons displayed.
âI⌠see you, Oloâeykte.â
you said as you stepped further in, eye twitching as you watch her tend to the fire, adding something that made the flames rise higher.
âMy people normally donât approach with fiery heart.â
ânow that change,â you whispered, moving closer behind her, your gaze lowering to observe what she was holding. In her hand was a slender pipe, a tepi, and within her palm a mixture of ash and powder.
âBefore we fix your tongue,â she said, turning to face you, âVarang must see your soul first.â
Your eyes went from the tepi to her face as she stepped closer. âBe still,â she commanded. But you shifted back instinctively, she closed the distance again. âI said, be still.â
You obeyed just then. The moment the tepi was lifted to touch your nose, she blew instantly, the powder hitting you, flooding your senses before you could react. You staggered, eyes rolling to the back of your head, âW-waitâŚâ you stuttered, your body giving in as you dropped to the ground.
Varang watched your pupils react, you tried to steady yourself but your body felt hot, your thoughts felt messy, it was overwhelming.
She turned back to the fire, throwing the remaining powder into it. âFire is precious⌠Anything deadly could happen to you, and youâll feel it⌠that moment where you think something will come for you.â She tilted her head looking back at you. âBut it does not.â
You forced yourself to stay present, even as your body reacted, your breathing uneven. When she reached for your kuru, bringing it forward, your body tensed.
âWe will begin fixing you⌠but first,â she started lifting her hand slowly, revealing the tattoo on her palm, an eye staring back at you, âyou answer me.â
âWho is your name?â
ân/n.â
âWhat do you seek, n/n?â
Your thoughts blurred, the powder pressing against your mind, âYou. I come for you, I seek you.â
âYou wish to serve me? Be my puppet?â
ââŚYes. I need that. Help me.â
After gaining Varangâs trust and letting her fall into the version of you she wanted to see, you walked toward the meeting point you and Neteyam had agreed on.
Inside the cave, Neteyam was seated fixing yout things, checking each piece confirming nothing had been taken. His ears flicked when he heard your footsteps.
He turned, already rising before you entered. âAre you okay?â he inquired, eyes scanning you from head to toe, searching for anything off.
âDuh,â you replied, smirking as you walked further in. You tugged at your braids, loosening the tension from the tight style, your scalp already beginning to itch now that you were away from them.
âShe didnât hurt you?â he pressed, following you deeper into the cave as you started looking for your bow.
âShe didnât. She wouldnât anyway⌠I got it, Neteyam.â You stepped aside, rolling your shoulders. âI didnât think Iâd ever be so happy being called someoneâs puppet or slave. But I swear, Neteyam, it works. She believes it.â
You explained how your plan had been working more easily than expected, even wondering if Eywa was guiding you, before sharing what you learned about the Mangkwan losing faith after their forest burned and no help came.
As Neteyam watched you, he said he still believed in Eywa, but understood why they would question her after experiencing that kind of suffering.
You bit your lip, holding in a giggle as you glanced at him. âOf course youâd answer it like that.â
âLike what?â
âLike the golden son wouldâŚâ you muttered, rolling your eyes. He studied your fsce, then spoke. âAnd how would you want me to answer it then?â
You shrugged, âI donât know⌠maybe less empathetic?â
âI cannot do that, I feel for them.â
âOf course you doâŚâ,
He tilted his head at you. âYou donât?â
âI⌠do, too.â
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âLady n/n! Oloâeykte seek you!â
Over the past weeks, Mangkwan had grown to treat your name with respect, something you carried with arrogance despite knowing your position under Varang.
Your patience had been wearing thin as she continued to stay vague and ahead of you, refusing to reveal anything despite your attempts to question her plans.
Her repeated answer only deepened your frustration, and the growing uncertainty began to weigh on you, making it harder to focus in a place where even a single mistake could cost everything.
You kept your silence, even from Neteyam, maintaining distance as planned and treating him like nothing more than another presence in the clan, though his attention still lingered.
What played on you most was not Varang or the war, but yourself, slipping into something you could no longer fully control, while despite the position and access they gave you, you were left with nothing that you really needed.
You clicked your tongue under your breath, jaw tightening. How stupid have you been?
Maybe you had miscalculated and they had been the ones playing you all along, letting you believe you were ahead while guiding you straight into their grasp.
Your thoughts snapped the moment you felt a pull. A Mangkwan had grabbed your tail again, fingers curling around it. You turned, irritation can be seen through your face, eyes glaring as you yanked against their grip.
âLet go!â
You hissed at them, but they only laughed, their attention lingering in a way that made your skin crawl as others nearby began to watch.
Your tail flicked as you pulled back, posture straightening while your gaze hardened, letting your temper slip to remind them of who you were.
âThatâs what Iâm talking about,â you muttered, before letting your hand shoot forward, fingers wrapping around their queue.
You pulled them closer, copying Varangâs exact behavior. âYou dare laugh?â Their breath hitched immediately, body going still beneath your grip.
You held their gaze for a moment longer before releasing their kuru, then shifted your eyes toward the nearby warriors who moved immediately, stepping forward to drag the individual away without question.
You then headed straight for Varangâs hut. âTook you long enough to arrive,â she said without looking at you working over something at the fire.
âMy apologies. Mangkwan have been getting on my nerves.â
âWhat were they doing?â
âNothing important. Just⌠touching my tail. I do not like it when people do that.â
She hummed. âIf they cannot satisfy you, how would they satisfy me, n/n?â
You didnât react, only tilted your head. âI promise, itâs nothing, I am just easily irritated lately. I let the warriors handle it. Please. Tell me why I am here.â
âI have the plan ready.â
Your heart dropped at that sentence, a smirk still found its way to your lips as you lowered yourself onto the ground, settling comfortably inside her kelku, âYeah? Iâm listening.â
Varang didnât look at you. âIt speaksâŚâ she murmured, pointing at the flame, while you watched the movements of her hands along it.
âWhatâs it telling?â
âIt shows me patterns⌠movements that repeats itself, even when it thinks it changes.â
You let out a soft breath through your nose, leaning your weight onto one arm. âSounds like a riddle.â
Varang grinned wider, teeth flashing in the firelight as she spoke again. âIt is as is. We strike the Omatikaya at their weakest point, their sacred grove near the old kelku ruins.â
You were confused, that, really?
âThe sacred grove? That place is heavily guarded. How will we get past their warriors without losing too many of our own?â
âHow do you know?â
âFrom⌠the last battle. I told you I know a lot about them, I practically already memorized them.â
âItâs easy. We send a small group first to draw their hunters away. While they chase shadows, the real force circles from the east river and burns everything they hold dear. They will never see it coming.â
You smiled, gulping. âIt sounds⌠awesome. What if the first group gets wiped out too fast though?â You muttered then Varangâs hand slammed against the ground beside her, making you flinch.
She stared at you hard. âAre you questioning me, brat? This is how weâve always fought. Fire does not ask for permission. It burns what it wants.â
You quickly lowered your gaze, heart beating faster. âDamn it⌠I need to calm down.â
âNo, Oloâeykte. I am only making sure the plan is strong as I want us to win.â
âGood. Because you will lead that first group. Within this war, you are to show me your usefulness.â
Your stomach dropped. Leading the distraction group sounded like a death sentence, but you forced yourself to nod.
âThatâs ⌠I am honored. What about backups? Will we have them close by in case things go bad?â
Varang laughed. âBackup? I thought you were as smart as you claim to be? You either succeed or you burn with the enemy. That is the plan.â
She stood up slowly, towering over you, âYou came here wanting power, wanting to stand beside me. This is how you earn it, little flame. Unless youâre suddenly afraid?â
You shook your head fast, letting out a giggle. âMe? Afraid? I am not. I will do it. When do we move?â
âFive nights from now. Prepare yourself well, n/n.â Varang stepped closer and grabbed your chin roughly, forcing you to look up at her. âDo not disappoint me. I have no patience for those who squander what little worth theyâre given. I do not keep the feeble, nor do I tend to the useless. If you prove yourself to be either⌠then I will see you burned out of my sight like ash that dared to think itself fire.â
The plan felt too reckless but you knew you shouldnt push too hard or youâll blow your cover.
Three nights before the war, you were assigned a small group of five warriors, while Neteyamâs placement remained unknown to you. With security tightening among the Mangkwan, any form of contact between the two of you had became impossible.
While your clan prepares with care, the Mangkwan trained through brutality, pushing their warriors through cruel methods. You watched, disturbed by the way rhe young fighters were shooting at living targets in a spinning board:
Two days before the war, the harsh training continued without rest. Varang kept pulling you aside to go over your role again and again.
Varang assigned you the role of âmessenger,â a position that sounded important but actually placed you alone in dangerous combat zones, keeping you away from the main force.
One day before the war, Mangkwan kept pushing themselves harder, you could barely believe you were only hours away from a war commencement.
Hours away from facing your own people.
16 hours before the war, the weight of everything pressed on your chest, but you ignored it. You hadnât seen Neteyam in days. The thought of him fighting somewhere else without knowing the truth made your stomach twist.
12 hours before the war, the camp grew louder as final preparations began. You moved between groups, listening to every order while trying to memorize escape routes.
5 hours before the war, you decided this was your only chance. You would try to break away early and reach your people before everything started. Even if it meant risking everything.
3 hours before the war, Mangkwan gathered in formation, eyes wild with excitement for death. You stood among your small group, grip tight on your bow.
You took one last look around, hoping to catch even a glimpse of Neteyam. Nothing. You whispered a prayer to Eywa and readied yourself to move at the first opportunity.
You tried to move through the crowd unnoticed, keeping your head low, but you were seen anyway as a hand suddenly seized your wrist, and before you could react, it pulled you around to be faced directly.
âWhere are you heading off to, n/n?â
You forced a grin and answered. âJust⌠gonna take a fresh breath of air before we murder those people.â
Varang grinned back at you. âWell, save those fresh breaths for later. We begin now.â
Your stomach dropped. âThe war starts in three hours. Whatâs the rush? Those people will not win against us anyway!â
Varang caught you and tightened her grip, accusing you of disobedience as she revealed the plan to ambush early. Without waiting for your response, she dragged you back to your group, leaving you shaken and realizing you might no longer have a chance to send a message to your clan.
Varang shoved you forward into the middle of your small team. âMessengers who wander off tend to lose their tongue.â
You stayed under the warriorsâ suspicious stares⌠For the first time since arriving, you no longer felt in control and only cornered.
One of your group members nudged you. âLady n/n, Oloâeykte watch you closely, you focus.â
You swallowed hard and gripped your bow tighter, you hissed at him. âI am focused, bitch. Focus on yourself.â
Panic continued to build as you realized Neteyam and your clan had no warning while the ambush was already underway. Mangkwan began moving through the dark forest, splitting into groups, and you followed your assigned team behind Varang, your heart pounding the entire time.
Varang looked back at you with a grin. âDraw them out⌠make them chase.â
The plan still felt completely off. Too dumb. You didnât understand these people and how rhey work. So, you tried one last time as you neared the fork in the path. âOloâeykte, maybe we should adjust. If I take a smaller path through the thick trees instead, we canââ
Varang cut you off with a harsh laugh and grabbed the back of your neck roughly. âYou still question me⌠after all I have granted you?â
âN-no!â
She shoved you forward toward the narrow trail that led to an old abandoned cave near the grove. âGo. Do as I have commanded. Drive them in, if you must⌠and draw them deep.â
You stumbled a little but caught yourself. Panic was rising fast in your chest now. Your group moved ahead with you at the front. You kept looking back, hoping to see Varang or any chance to run, but she stayed behind watching, the cave entrance appeared soon after.
Something felt very wrong.
You turned to your team. âWe wait here and make noise when they come then draw them inside.â
Suddenly heavy footsteps came from behind. Varang stepped out of the shadows with two of her strongest guards. She was smirking. âWell done, n/n, you have led them exactly where I desired.â
You froze. âWhat? The planââ
Varang walked closer, towering over you as her guards blocked the cave entrance. she let out a scoff. âThere was never such a thing. You thought to play me, stupid⌠you were seen from the very first breath.â
âWhat are you talking about? Iâmââ
Varang laughed loudly and grabbed your arm, yanking you toward the deeper part of the cave. âEvery meeting, every word⌠you truly believed yourself clever. A spy wearing borrowed skin, thinking she had fooled us? Me?â
You struggled against her grip, heart pounding wildly. âLet go! I do not know what you mean! I have always followed youââ
She shoved you hard into a small hole chamber inside the cave. You stumbled and hit the rocky ground, panic flooding your body as you looked up.
Varang stood there, looking down at you. âYou and your little companion is lucky.â
Her guards started pushing heavy rocks and old wooden bars across the opening. You tried to push yourself up, âNo wait! Where is he!â
She watched you struggle with amusement as her people pushed more heavy rocks to block the entrance. You slammed your hands against the closing gap, voice cracking. âVarang! Please! Do not hurt them!â
âSuch a request⌠I am not your weak mother. You do not ask. You must prostrate yourself before me.â The last rock slid into place with a heavy thud, sealing you inside complete darkness.
You screamed and banged on the rocks until your fists hurt. âLet me out, you bitch!! Asshole!â
You kept screaming until your lungs burned, calling for help like someone might still hear you through the weight of the rocks sealing you in. It was too dark to see anything properly, only a thin line of moonlight from above breaking through the opening, where the trees moved against the sky.
Panic took over completely. You paced the small cave fast, breathing hard, tail lashing wildly behind you.
How did she know?
What about Neteyam? Is he safe?
You slid down the wall, hands shaking as you pulled at your braids in frustration. Tears burned in your eyes but you refused to let them fall.
You felt completely trapped, unsure of what to do as fear took over your body. The situation made you feel weak, and you blamed yourself for everything, hating how you had fallen right into her plan.
Your thoughts spiraled toward your fatherâs disappointment, your clanâs broken trust, and the promise you made to Neteyam that everything would go according to plan.
Leadership no longer mattered to you in that moment, only the fear of what might have happened to him and whether he was safe or already caught.
You stood up and started pushing against the rocks with all your strength, but it wasnât budging. You screamed and hit the wall again, fists hurting. âFuck!â
Suddenly you heard noises outside. Rocks were being moved, one by one. Your ears perked up fast. You rushed to the entrance and pressed your face close to the small gaps.
Then you heard his voice. âY/n?! Are you in there?â
It was Neteyam.
Relief hit you so hard your legs almost gave out. You threw yourself against the opening the moment it was wide enough. âNeteyam!â
Neteyam caught you and pulled you out, hugging you tight against his chest. You hugged him back just as hard, heart still racing from both fear and relief. You both pulled away at the same time.
âAre you okay?â you asked.
âAre you okay?â he asked at the exact same time. You answered first. âI am fine. They locked me in here. I shouldnât have been chosen for this mission⌠this is my fault. I shouldâve never beenââ
âY/nââ
Your voice cracked as you looked at him, panic rising fast. âWhere were you? I couldnât evenâ I couldnât help anything. I ruined this!â
Neteyamâs grip tightened on your arm immediately, âHey. No, listen to me.â
You tried, but your breathing was still trembling.
âThis is not on you, you didnât cause this war. You didnât lock yourself in this place. Youâre here now with me.â Your hands shook as he held your gaze. âYouâre not alone in this. Weâre partners, right? I need you.â
âN-Neteyamâ Iâm scared,â you admitted, voice breaking. âI donât know what to do. S-sheâ Varangââ
Neteyam exhaled, pulling you closer. He was panicking too, but seeing you like this made it worse, like your fear doubled in his chest. âI know, I hear you. Iâm right here. I need you focused. You tell me whatâs going on.â
You broke down in front of Neteyam, admitting everything had been a lie and that you had been completely misled.
âWe will track them, Y/n. We already know their direction.â
Your head whipped toward him. âH-how can we do that?! We donât even have our ikrans, they have their dragons! Iâm sure theyâre already there by now. And our peopleââ
âJust follow me!â
You both started running out of the cave together, the forest blurred as you ran side by side. You felt safer now that he was with you.
You both ran as fast as your legs could carry you, pushing through the exhaustion. Neteyam held your hand tightly the whole time, guiding each other toward the loud battle noises and Mangkwan war horns. Your ears picked up every distant uell.
âNeteyam, I think they went that way!â
âWe will go there. Hold on tight, okay?â He squeezed your hand and nodded. âMhm!â
You were exhausted from the confinement, your energy nearly gone as the battle came into view. Instead of your clan, you found the Mangkwan already clashing among themselves in disorder.
You pulled Neteyam behind some thick bushes to hide when you spotted Mangkwan riders flying above with bows in their hands.
You watched in silence too as Varang jumped from one nightwraith to another. She grabbed a warrior by his queue and sliced it brutally with her dagger, killing him.
You felt sick seeing it.
You were lucky you never experienced that side of her⌠you sighed deeply and held Neteyamâs hand even tighter. He noticed how nervous you were and gently pulled your head against his chest, not letting you watch the scene any longer.
âIâm glad I found you,â he whispered against your hair. You nodded and held him closer for a moment.
âWe have to get out of here,â you said as you pulled away.
You took his hand and followed the direction the Mangkwan had gone, moving in as their battle cries echoed through the forest. Before you could go further, a voice called out from behind, stopping you both in your tracks.
âstop there, traitors!â
You and Neteyam turned around fast. He recognized the warriors who had guarded him earlier and emerged from the side.
You raised your bow without hesitation, fingers moving to pull an arrow from your quiver. The shot was clean, the arrow slicing through the air before striking the guard straight in the neck, dropping him instantly.
You let out a scoff, already reaching back for another arrow, your focus locked on finishing it. But in that moment, your attention stayed forward for too long, and you failed to notice the second guard lifting his bow, already aiming straight at you.
One arrow flew straight.
Neteyam saw it at the last second, so he pushed you back hard and stepped in front of you. The arrow struck him in the upper chest with a heavy thud. He groaned loudly from the pain and held his chest.
âNeteyam!â you screamed and caught him as he stumbled forward. Blood started spreading fast across his chest.
Your hands immediately pressed against the wound, panic flooding back stronger than before. âFuck!â
You heard a loud familiar cry from above. You looked up and saw Seya diving down fast with Teyu right behind her. The ikrans attacked the remaining warrior, enraged.
You lifted Neteyam onto your back, careful with his wound. You ran to the edge of the cliff and called for Seya without waiting to see her in your sight. You jumped, trusting her completely.
She caught you both smoothly, you adjusted fast on her back, connecting your queue to hers while keeping Neteyam secured behind you. He groaned loudly every time the wind moved the arrow still stuck in his upper chest. More blood kept coming out.
Teyu flew above you, watching for any more threats. You didnât know where you were going, but you trusted Seya to take you somewhere safe. She flew toward another cliff closer to your village.
You could see the battle starting below. Mangkwan forces were closing in while your people prepared to fight.
You bit your lip again out of habit. You landed with Seya and carefully helped Neteyam down to the ground. He groaned in pain as you laid him on his back.
âTake a deep breath, Neteyam!â
You broke the arrow shaft in half, then pushed the head through to pull it out completely. Fresh blood poured out fast. You grabbed a big leaf nearby and tore fabric from your loincloth using your teeth to make a tight bandage.
âY-Y/n⌠go to them. Find a safe placeââ Neteyamâs voice was deep and hoarse. It startled you and made your panic worse. âNo! Iâm not leaving you here!â you snapped back.
You pressed hard on his wound with both hands, trying to stop the bleeding. He kept groaning every time you moved. âLeave me be, Y/nâŚâ
âPlease, do not do this to me, Neteyam! Iâm fucking panicking already. I donât know what to do, just let me help you!â You tied the fabric around his wounded arm from the metals, tears stinging your eyes.
Neteyam reached up and put his hand over yours on his chest. âY/n⌠I need to tell you something.â He breathed heavily and looked at you.
âYou waste time! Iâm tryna keep you alive!â You pressed harder, hands shaking. Neteyam gave a weak smile despite the pain.
â...I donât want you to become the Oloâeykte, Y/n.â
You froze for a second. âWhat are you saying? I refuse to talk about that right now!â
He continued anyway despite your retorts, âI didnât want that position just to surpass you. I wanted it so⌠you would stand with me. As my TsahĂŹk.â
âStop talking, please. Save your strength!â
Neteyam squeezed your hand weakly. âI have wanted you for so long. Not just as a rival. I want you as my mate, my wife, the mother of my children. I want us to lead together, to have a family⌠even if theyâre running around causing trouble like my baby brother.â He let out a painful chuckle. âThatâs why I push so hard. So I can have you beside me instead of against meâŚâ
âShut up already Neteyam!â You tightened the fabric, voice cracking. âWhy are you telling me this now?! Cant you see youâre bleeding!â
Neteyam tried to comfort you by confessing his feelings and distracting you from the situation, but you snapped at him, refusing to think about anything except saving him.
You kept pressing hard on his wound, but the blood kept seeping through your fingers. Your hands would not stop shaking no matter how hard you tried to control them. Neteyamâs breathing was getting heavier, and it only made your panic worse.
âI canât- y/n, I donât wanna see you like thisââ
âWell stop talking about stupid things so you can save your air!â you hissed at him, âI need to stop this bleeding first. I cannot lose you, skxawng!â
You broke down with the battle closing in and no supplies to help him, you grew more desperate, admitting you had no idea what to do.
Neteyam lifted his hand weakly and touched your arm. âY-youâre doing enough. Just stay with me.â
âYou stay with me! I told you this mission would work and now⌠look at you!â
More blood came out when he tried to move. You cursed loudly and leaned more of your weight on the injury. âStay still, damn it! Seya, Teyu, Help me!â You called for the ikrans again.
You took a deep breath and tried to think clearly. âOkay⌠okay. I will do something, then we move. We have to reach the healers. Until then, I need you to stay with me. Please.â
Neteyam gave you a smile. âT-there you are, my stubborn girl. I-iâll have to know your answer soâŚâ
You hissed at him again but your hands stayed gentle on his chest. âShut up and save your energy. Im still mad at you for jumping in front of that arrow.â
âI canât let you get that instead.â
âThat was for me!â
The panic was still there, heavy in your chest, but you refused to let it stop you. Neteyam needed you right now, and you woulnt let him down again.
Seya landed and crouched low so you could lift Neteyam onto her back. He groaned loudly as you moved him, one hand clutching the leaf bandage on his chest. You tore another big leaf in half and tied his wrist tightly to Seyaâs harness line.
âStop groaning so much!â
You climbed in front of Neteyam and wrapped his arms around your torso. He rested his chin on your right shoulder, whimpering softly when the tie on his wrist pulled tight. âBear with it for now.â
You connected your queue to Seyaâs and took off fast into the air. You chose the shortest path toward the clan, flying high into the clouds to avoid any Mangkwan riders. Neteyam held onto you tighter as the wind hit his wound.
âWeâre almost there⌠Just hold on a little longer, Neteyam.â
He pressed his face against your shoulder. âIâm still here. Keep flying...â
You arrived at High Camp with urgency, drawing immediate attention as people rushed toward you, shocked at Neteyamâs condition.
As Moâat stepped in with a serious expression, you quickly freed him from the harness while the crowd gathered, their voices rising in alarm around you.
âWhat happened?!â
âAre you alright?!â
âIs that blood?!â
You jumped down from Seya and warned the clan that the Mangkwan were already on their way, their leader aware of the truth. Despite your exhaustion, you immediately searched for the leaders, asking where your father, Neytiri, Jake, and the others were.
One of the elders stepped closer. âThey already left. We knew something was wrong when we received no word from either of you. The Oloâeyktan took most of the warriors ahead to meet them.â
Norm appeared in his avatar body and moved. âWeâll take a look at him.â He carefully lifted Neteyam and carried him toward the science tent. You watched them go, heart still racing.
Peyrral and Vetxo pushed through the crowd and ran to you. âY/n! Are you okay? What happened out there?!â Peyrral shook you.
You shook your head, still panicking. âA lot⌠everything went wrong. Neteyam got shot b-because of me.â
Moâat raised her hand and spoke. âGive her space. Now.â She gently took your arm and pulled you away from the crowd toward her kelku. âCome, child. Let me see your wounds.â
You followed Moâat and only then realized your own injuries, breaking down in her care as she tried to calm you, you apologized through tears, blaming yourself for Neteyamâs condition.
Moâat wrapped her arms around you and stroked your back. âHush, child. You have done what was placed before you. Neteyam chose his path, do not dishonor it by turning it into guilt.â
You kept crying, voice shaky. âWhat would my father think⌠letting Toruk Maktoâs son get hurt like this because of me?â Moâat continued cleaning the red paint and dirt from your wounds, her touch steady and calm.
âHe would give thanks that his daughter has returned alive. Your father and the others have already gone ahead to face the enemy. The silence from you both didnât sit well with themâŚâ
You whimpered and looked down. âSo⌠me and Neteyam went through all that for nothing?â Moâat shook her head as she applied fresh herbs to your cuts. You hissed when they stung.
âNot for nothing, my child,â she replied, voice full of quiet wisdom. âYour ikran sensed the danger through the bond. Eywa moves in ways we do not always see. You know this. Your bond with Neteyam, and with your ikran, carried warning back to us. It gave us time we wouldnât have otherwise had.â
After what felt like a long session with the TsahĂŹk, where your wounds were treated and your thoughts were cleared, you stepped outside. The moment you did, your two friends were already there, pulling you into them without hesitation.
âWe were so worried!â
âIâm fine, you guys,â you replied, letting yourself stay in the embrace for a second before pulling away. Physical contact still felt strange right now, especially with everything happening. âWe need to help the others.â
âY/n, no,â Peyrral snapped, pinching your arm to anchor you in place. âYouâre staying here with us.â
âButââ
âWeâre not letting you go back there. Did you see what happened to Neteyam?â Vetxo cut in.
Your expression changed fast, eyes widening as the memory hit. Your head dipped, tension tightening in your jaw.
Your friends warned you that if the arrow had truly been meant for you, then you were still in danger, also the fact that the enemy likely held deep resentment toward you for betraying them.
âIâŚâ your voice faltered, words collapsing before they could form properly. âItâs all too muchâŚâ You covered your face with both hands.
Your friends led you down to the nearest river to remove you from the disguise, the cold air biting at your skin as Peyrral carefully started removing the metals in your body.
âUsually weâd be scolding you nonstop but clearly we care about you too much for that right nowâ Vetxo said from where she sat on a nearby rock, leaned back as she watched Peyrral work on you.
You scoffed, trying to push back into your usual attitude even if your breathing still felt uneven. Peyrral pinched your skin harder. You hissed and tried to pull your arm away from her. âWatch it!â
âI know you too well, Y/n. I know youâre already planning to sneak back into the battle the second we finish cleaning you up, arenât you?â
Your eyes widened because she was right.
You were thinking exactly that.
Vetxo straightened her back and crossed her arms. âDo not even think about it. Let the old people handle this one.â
You looked down at the ground, ffowning. âItâs⌠my fault though. The battle is happening because of what i did out there.â
Peyrral rolled her eyes. âTheyâre not attacking because of you. Theyâre just selfish and greedy. They burn everything they touch just to take more life.â
Vetxo nodded and moved closer. âRight. So stop acting like everything revolves around you, miss wannabe oloâeykte.â
You gritted your teeth when vetxo towered over you. âHey!â you hissed, and hissed right back, Peyrral giggled and poured water over your shoulders. She started scrubbing the red Mangkwan paint off your skin with a rough piece of fabric. âEnough, you two.â
Vetxo crouched down, scooped water in her hand, and splashed it straight onto your face. âWake up, n/n. Youâre back home now. I donât wanna go back to babying you again.â
You wiped your face and glared at her. âDo not baby me then!â
Peyrral and Vetxo reassured you as they cleaned your wounds, subtly sharing a look, while you admitted feeling useless staying behind. Peyrral had to remind you that you already did your part in the fight, and Vetxo nudged you, and told you to stop trying to be rhe hero all the time.
It was fortunate that the battle ended sooner than expected. The elders, warriors, and hunters finally returned, many of them injured. You stood among the crowd and scanned every face, looking desperately for one specific person.
âY/n!â
You turned quickly and saw your father. He was barely injured. Your eyes filled with tears as you ran straight to him. âDad⌠I am sorryâŚâ
Your father pulled you into a tight embrace, relieved that you were safe, while you broke down against him, apologizing and admitting that your plan had been exposed.
Your father chuckled and stroked your hair. âYou have nothing to apologize for. I am just glad you came back to me.â
You pulled back a little and looked at him with teary eyes. âWhat happened out there?â
He stood up and patted your head. âThey backed off. We have Toruk Makto on our side after all.â He to smiled and looked toward the crowd where Jake was guiding the warriors with Neytiri beside him. âTalk to them, daughter. They were worried sick about you and Neteyam. Where is he?â
Your eyes widened at the mention of his name. âHe⌠he got shot b-because of me, dad. Heâs with Norm right now.â You looked away, guilt heavy in your chest.
Your father sighed. âNothing bad happened because of you. Go speak to his parents. They need to see you.â
You nodded and walked toward the crowd. People parted to let you through until you stood in front of Jake and Neytiri.
She rushed to you and held you tightly, Jake offering his hand on your head beside her, it just made your emotions tighten more. When she pulled back, concern took over as she asked if you were alright and demanded to know where her son was.
You bit your lip hard. âHe⌠he took an arrow that was meant for me.â
Both of them gasped. Neytiri turned to Jake, worry on her face as the news settled in. She moved in quickly, pulling you into a tight embrace, âOh greatmotherâŚâ
Jake kept a hand on your head, grounding you as he spoke. âI see you, Y/n. I am glad you are back safe.â
You held back your tears as you explained that Neteyam was still being treated, she comforted you, reassuring you that her son is strong and had only done what any warrior would to protect someone he cared for.
You struggled with how calmly they told you to rest, but Jake urged you to do so after everything you had done.
But insisted on going with them to the science lab as you needed to see Neteyam who was now lying on the white mattress, chest wrapped in fresh bandages, no longer in disguise, breathing slowly.
You finally let out a breath you did not know you were holding when Max turned to everyone and spoke. âHe will be fine. He lost a lot of blood, but heâs stable now. He just needs rest.â
Kiri reassured you that it was not your fault, explaining that Neteyam had always been the type to put others before himself. Though you were surprised by her words, she acknowledged you sincerely, saying she was glad he has someone worth protecting.
You looked down at the white tiles. âI just keep thinking⌠what if I had gotten shot instead? That arrow was meant for me anyway. I feel like everything that went wrong out there started because of me.â
Kiri uncrossed her arms and touched your hands. âYou survived the Ash people and came back with my brother. Thats more than enough. Stop carrying the whole forest on your back, Y/n. You will collapse.â
After that, Kiri brought you outside for fresh air, away from the labâs sterile silence. The two of you ended up talking more than you expected, your thoughts slipping into memories of Neteyam and everything that happened in the desert clan.
You didnât even fully understand when it changed, how you went from avoiding him to trusting him, maybe even relying on him, despite how much you used to find him unbearable for how flawless he seemed.
It has been two weeks already, and Neteyam is yet to wake up, the elders reassured you that he would wake soon. You visited him almost every day, sitting beside his bed and talking about everything happening in the clan while watching his chest rise and fall.
Right now a big dinner gathering was happening down at the camp. You sat with your friends, biting into the skewered meat.
The three of them were talking about something, but your mind kept drifting back to the cave and the battle.
âây/n?â
You flinched when Kiri said your name. You looked up at her, confused. âhuh?â
Peyrral grinned and leaned forward. âShe said she is pregnant and wants you to be the auntie of her child.â
Your eyes widened. âWhat?!â
Vetxo pinched your waist hard. âShe is joking! What the hell, Y/n? Why were you not listening?â
You rubbed the spot she pinched and rolled your eyes. âI was just thinking!â The three of them groaned at the same time. You sighed. ââKay. What is it?â
âThe courting moon is around the corner. Do you have any plans?â
You raised an eyebrow and pointed at yourself. âMe? Plans? No man ever has two balls to approach a beauty like me.â You flipped your hair.
Vetâxo crossed her arms and smirked. âReally? No man?â
âNo man.â
âThen what do you call Neteyam?â
Your ears heated up instantly. You remembered the confession he gave you while bleeding on the ground, how he said he wanted you as his Tsahik, as his mate, how he wanted a future with you.
You quickly cover your ears with your hands, knowing they turn purple when you blush. âWhat are you guys grinning for?!â
Peyrral looked away while Vetâxo kept smirking. Even Kiri looked interested. She leaned closer, âDo you like my big brother, Y/n?â
You shook Kiri, denying it, and dismissed your other friends, which immediately triggered Peyrral to call you out, offended as a joke by how you labeled them after everything they had done for you.
âWhoever gets hit will be hit.â
âYouâre just deflecting, y/n!â Peyrral pointed at you while you got your arms crossed.
And they were right, you actually had no plans for the courting moon, never needing to prepare since attention always came to you naturally, which as it should. The weavers though still offered to dress you for the occasion, so you had no choice but to join. The event itself centered on admiration, where people presented handcrafted offerings as expressions of genuine affection.
It was nothing new.
And yet for some reasons, you found yourself thinking about itâŚ
It wasnt long before you were back to teaching the young children again. You rolled your eyes with a grin when one of the boys started showing off his dance moves for you.
âAlright, wrap it up, Aoâkurr,â you said as you stood up from the rock and clapped your hands. âEveryone, break is over. Get back to stance number three. We will fix each of your positions today.â
You crossed your arms, trying to look strict. The kids just giggled at your face. âExCUSE me? What are you all laughing for? I said stance number three!â
One of the children pointed behind you excitedly. âLook, lady Y/n!â You turned around fast and your heart dropped. Neteyam stood there, looking at you with a small smile on his face.
He was finally awakeâŚ
âYouâre still teaching them that old stance? I thought you were a fast teacher,â he teased, chuckling.
âNe⌠teyam?â you said, voice barely above a whisper. You bit your lip to stop yourself from smiling too wide and slowly walked toward him, making sure this moment was real. âYou are⌠youâre back.â
âI am.â
You couldnât stop staring into his golden eyes, and he couldnât stop staring back at you. Both of you were smiling like idiots.
The children started making loud awww sounds and giggling at the two of you. âDoes this mean training is dismissed?!â Aoâkurr exclaimed.
You quickly enforced the training routine, threatening to remove them if they refused, which immediately made the kids protest and complain.
The children begged you to let them rest, using Neteyamâs return to sway you, and you nearly gave in to scolding them. But the moment you heard a chuckle behind you, your focus broke, your heart reacting before you could stop it.
You slowly looked back at him. âCmon, teacher Y/n⌠the kids are right,â he said with a grin. You pouted, glaring, and crossed your arms. âNeteyam, do not baby them.â
âI am not babying anyone. I just woke up from my long nap. I want to be alone with you.â
Your ears turned purple so fast that you didnât have enough time to cover them with your hands, and heat rushed up your neck, but Neteyam stayed calm, still smiling at you.
âWhatever. Fine. A short break for yall,â you mumbled. The children cheered even louder and ran to hug both of you at the same time.
When the kids ran on their own, you walked side by side with Neteyam through the forest. Your hands were clasped behind your back while his right hand rested gently on his freshly bandaged chest. His left hand moved as he spoke about what it felt like during the long weeks he was unconscious.
You walked slowly, matching his pace. He was not yet at full strength after being unconscious for so long, his body still recovering from the blood lossâhis circulation slowly stabilizing, oxygen flow returning to his brain and muscles as his nerves and strength gradually came back.
It felt strange hearing his voice again after so many days of that deafening silence.
You didnât even wanna admit it, but you had really missed him. The thought made your cheeks turn a darker shade of blue, you even tried to hide it by looking straight ahead.
âY/n?â
You turned to him. âYes?!â Your eyes widened before you looked away again, unable to hold his golden gaze for long, because every time you did, you would remember his confession when he was bleeding.
He scratched the back of his neck, looking a little worried. âI apologize. Do you⌠not want to be alone with me right now?â
You shook your head fast. âNo! I mean⌠no. I donât mind. I donât really care.â You crossed your arms and turned your face away.
Neteyam chuckled at your reaction. You glanced back up at him. âWhat?â
âI just cannot believe I didnât get to see you for weeks.â
You felt heat rising up your neck again. âI mean⌠I would wonder the same if I didnât see a beauty like me for two weeks,â you said, rolling your eyes.
You tried to keep your distance by reminding him you wouldnt give up your position just because of what he did, but he responded saying he didnât expect anything and was simply happy to be with you, leaving you groaning.
The two of you kept walking until you reached the Veil Pool inside the hidden cave. You stepped in slowly, letting the water reach above your knees while it barely touched Neteyamâs calves.
You grinned at him when he said something he usually would say before. âThe two weeks of sleep didnât change you at all?â
âI never changed, Y/n. I am still the same. Like the old me, I still think you are as beautiful as the moon.â
Your heart skipped as he reached out and touched your forearm, giving you time to pull away if you wanted.
âLiarâŚâ you muttered.
âWhatâs there to lie about?â
You moved your hand and touched his right bicep without thinking. âEverything. About me being beautiful as the moon or whatever.â
Neteyam caressed your hand. âYou are, though. Youâre the most extraordinary girl iâve ever known, as bright as the sun and more luminous than the moon itself. Youâve been the light guiding me forward.â
You bit your lip and looked away before turning back to him. âIf thatâs true⌠if you really find me beautiful, NeteyamâŚâ He waited, watching you closely. âThen why havenât youtouched my butt yet?â
Silence filled the air.
Neteyam blinked, caught off guard by what you just said. âSay that again?â He leaned forward a little, thinking he heard you wrong.
âI said, if you find me beautiful like you claim, how come you havenât touched my ass?â Neteyam pulled back, eyes wide. âWhy would I⌠do that?â
You pouted and crossed your arms. âIkeyni told me that if someone truly finds me beautiful, they would touch my butt. Maybe even slap it, or squeeze it.â
Neteyam stared at you. âShe said that?!â
âYes, she did!â
âWhy would she say thatâŚâ Neteyamâs voice trailed off as he scratched his head. He couldnât meet your eyes, trying to push away whatever image just popped into his mind.
After all, he was no better than any other man when it came to you.
You shrugged. âItâs whatever. People were exaggerating anyway. now that I think about it, itâs really ridiculous. There are other girls who are far moreââ
You stopped talking the moment his hands rested on your waist. You looked up at him and saw him gulp hard.
His big palms slowly slid down to your hips, paused for a second as he took a deep breath, then continued lower until both hands settled firmly on your ass.
The closeness made you grin. You felt his hands palming your ass perfectly, like they belonged there.
However, to you, it simply meant he really found you beautiful, admitting to it.
But to him⌠Oh, you donât even ask.
âI knew it,â you mumbled, looking up at him with a smirk. You rested your hands on his forearms before wrapping your arms around his neck.
Neteyamâs voice came out shaky. âY-you like that?â
âOf course I do, Neteyam. I like it very much.â You smiled and rested your head against his chest.
He muttered, âThatâs⌠good to know,â His hands stayed on your ass, unsure what to do next.
âYou wanna squeeze it?â
Neteyamâs eyes widened. Before he could say anythingâ
âWoahâŚâ
You and Neteyam turned your heads at the same time. Peyrral and Vetxo were standing there watching.
Vetxo slowly covered her eyes with her palm. The second Neteyam realized they saw everything, he snatched his hands off you.
You looked at him suspiciously before turning back to your friends. âWhatâs up?â
Peyrral scoffed before crossing her arms and glared mostly at Neteyam. ââwHatâs uP?â Seriously? Whatâs UP, y/n?â
You crossed your arms too, copying her stance. âYeah, whatâs up?â you repeated sassily, not taking her attitude.
Neteyam facepalmed and covered his mouth with his hand. Vetxo peeked through her fingers. âAre they done, Pey?â
âOh, they should be!â
You raised an eyebrow, genuinely confused. âWhy are you covering your eyes, Vet?â She lowered her hand and looked straight at Neteyam. âAsk him.â
You turned to Neteyam, who was now looking away like the cave walls were suddenly very intriguing. âWhat happened, Neteyam?â
He cleared his throat and waved his hands. âI swear itâs not what it looks like!â
Peyrral hissed. âIt should NOT be what it looks like, Neteyam.â
You raised both arms in confusion. âWhat?? What does what look like?!â
Vetxo walked over and grabbed your wrist. âYknow what, Y/n? Come with me. The Oloâeyktan is looking for you.â She started dragging you toward the entrance. You looked back at Neteyam and Peyrral. âWhat about them?â
Peyrral answered without breaking eye contact with him. âWeâll be there.â You frowned as Vetxo pulled you away.
You sat with Vetxo by the campfire, with some children toasting over it. After hitting her harshly earlier for her joke about the Oloâeyktan calling for you when in fact not, you settled back on your hands.
Your attention drifted when you heard footsteps approaching from your left, and you glanced over just in time to see Neteyam and Peyrral returning together.
Peyrral wore her usual grumpy expression, arms tense at her sides, while Neteyam was frowning, his brows drawn slightly together.
You raised an eyebrow at the sight, watching them for a moment before looking away as they drew near, stealing a glance at Neteyam, who didnât even bother to look back at you.
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A few sleeps remained until the courting moon began within the clan, and the village was already shifting into preparation. Decorations were being hung across the walkways, woven details and small offerings to show appreciation among the people.
You had just returned from flying, spending the day with Seya and letting the wind settle both of your thoughts. Jake had finally allowed Seya and Teyu to be together again, now that she was no longer in that irritable phase.
You two stayed high up in the mountains with her, watching the sunset while rubbing a cooling herb on her belly that you prepared on the spot. Her skin had been itching, and it also helped calm her mood for the day.
âLady Y/n, you are finally back.â One of the elders grabbed your forearm gently after you finished caressing Seyaâs snout and pulled you toward her stall.
âI am, Elder Kxara. Did something happen while I was gone?â you asked, letting her guide you in the crowd.
She informed you that her stall would be among the first offerings, now presenting meat prepared by her husband instead of her usual weavings like the other moons, her grip on your forearm tightening slightly as she awaited your reaction.
âAlright then, Iâll buy the most expensive one!â you said, flipping your hair. Kxara gasped. âLady Y/n, are you sure? This one is quite big and expensive!â
You rolled your eyes at her. âJust give it to me, woman!â She giggled and went behind her stall to prepare the finest seasoned yerik meat.
âHere! It has been seasoned with my love⌠may it sit well with you.â She placed the meat on the table.
You grinned and reached down to your loincloth for your pouch. And before you could pay, a hand stopped you.
You looked up and saw Neteyam. âHere,â he said, paying for the meat with his own offering and smiling at the elder.
âLord Neteyam!â Kxara beamed.
âHey,â You pouted up at him. âThat was supposed to be mine!â Neteyam grinned down at you. âItâs all yours, lady Y/n. Let it be my treat for today.â He emphasized the title.
You crossed your arms. âAnd what does the mighty warrior, Lord Neteyam, owe this little olâ me for?â You leaned in closer as he did the same. âBecause⌠you took Teyuâs mate out for a ride?â
You put your hands on your hips. âThat was just our little date since your pervert bird stole her from me.â
âWell for what, I have no need for a reason when it comes to honoring someone as faultless as you, Lady Y/n,â he said as he pressed a kiss to the back of your palm, earning an immediate eye roll from you.
âWhy, thank you, Lord Neteyam.â
âJtâs always my pleasure, Lady Y/n.
The two of you walked along the stalls, stopping to look over different offerings as you occasionally had Neteyam pick up this and that for you.
You were smiling more than usual throughout the day, and although social interaction normally drained you quickly, being with him felt different like it kept your energy recharged.
Neteyam noticed it too, not just the way your energy stayed unusually full but how you would subtly roll your shoulders and gently crack your neck often.
So he did what he had to do.
He carried all the things he bought for you as you dragged him back to your kelku. It was already getting dark, but the first day of the offering stalls made the camp busier. You pushed the curtain open and stepped inside.
âMy father is on patrol tonight. He will be back tomorrow. Just put everything on the ground,â you ordered, stretching your arms. You turned to him and smiled. âThank you for today. I strangely had fun with you, my lord.â
Neteyam set the items down carefully and smiled back. âOf course, my lady . It was nothing.â
You shook your head. âIt was not nothing, Neteyam⌠After everything that happened, I should be the one treating you.â
He stepped closer and fixed a strand of hair that fell over your ear. âI wanted this, Y/n. I wanted to spend time with you.â
You bit your lip and looked away for a second before squeezing his biceps. âIf you wanted to, we could have done it without you emptying your pouch.â
He chuckled softly. âI wanted to do it. I approached the stall and paid for the meat myself, right?â
You rolled your eyes but could not hide your smile. âYeah⌠well, what can I do for you in return?â
Neteyam shook his head. âThere is nothing I want in return. Although⌠I would really appreciate it if you let me take care of your body tonight.â
Your eyes widened. âW-what?â
âLet me massage you. I noticed you cracking your bones while we were walking. You must be exhausted after flying with Seya all day.â He held your hand gently.
âOhâŚâ You looked away, cheeks warming.
âWhy?â
âWell, you do not have to, Neteyam. I am perfectly fineââ
He cut you off. âI insist, Y/n. Please, let me help.â
You rolled your eyes but pushed the curtain to open your sleeping area. âFineee. My herbs are in the jars in the kitchen. Take some.â
You started removing your heavy accessories and when he came back, he began to take off his cummerbund and arm guards as well.
He noticed you struggling with the top piece because the pebbles on the band got tangled. âDo you need help?â
You turned to him and pointed at the mess. âI just realized how heavy this isâŚâ you groaned, cracking your neck again.
Neteyam helped you remove the accessories and set them aside with his own things. He sat on your soft mattress and patted the space in front of him. You sat between his legs with your back facing him.
He moved all your hair to your left shoulder. âWhen are you gonna get your hair braided again?â he asked while opening the jar of herbs.
âProbably tomorrow. Peyrral and Vetxo usually do it for me. The braids from the disguise still hurt my scalp. Itâs too sensitive.â
You closed your eyes and sighed when he applied the cooling herb on your back. The sensation felt really good.
His hands moved slowly from your neck to your shoulders, pressing with the right amount of strength. You whimpered when he worked on a particularly sore spot.
âHow does that feel?â he whispered close to your ear. You hummed, almost melting under his touch. âReally good⌠donât stop.â
Neteyamâs hands worked slowly down your back, pressing into the tight muscles. His thumbs circled along your spine, easing the knots you did not even realize were there.
âYouâre really tense here,â he murmured close to your ear. His breath brushed against your skin, sending small shivers down your spine. âRelax for me, Y/n.â
You hummed in response, eyes half-lidded. His hands felt warm and strong, sliding lower until they rested just above your hips. You shifted, pressing back against his touch. âThat feels good, âteyamâŚâ you whispered.
Neteyam let out a hum and continued, his palms gliding over your lower back again with more pressure, thumbs digging in.
The air in the kelku felt thicker now. His fingers occasionally brushed the sides of your waist. You bit your lip wheneber his hands moved to your thighs, kneading it before sliding up once more.
His hand moved to massage your stomach, before his fingers slowly moved upward to your chest, gently massaging your breasts, making you lean back against him.
You turned your head slightly, looking at him over your shoulder. âKeep doing thatâŚâ
Neteyamâs hands stilled for a second before he leaned in closer, lips brushing the back of your shoulder as he continued the massage.
He massaged the edges of your breast gently, making sure not to apply too much pressure; he knew it could hurt you badly, and that was the last thing he wanted. Instead, he had you biting your lip when his fingers that were cold from the herbs, pressed against your nipples.
His touch became slower, every press of his fingers sent warmth spreading through you. You could feel his breathing getting heavier against your skin as his hands explored the curve of your waist and thighs.
âNeteyamâŚâ
He kept pressing a kiss on your cheeks before pulling back. âTell me if you want me to stop, okay?â
âNo, donât stopâŚâ you whined, grabbing his hands and placing them on your inner thighs. âIt aches here too.â
âYeah, baby?â he whispered, squeezing and massaging your thighs painfully slow. His other hand moved to your knee, gently opening your legs further apart. You rested your head back on his shoulder, breathing heavier. âMhm⌠âTeyam.â
Your fingers dug into his biceps, nails scratching against his skin as the pleasure built. His hand suddenly brushed against your loincloth, making you hiss softly.
You kept whimpering, hips moving. âJust relax. You donât have to move,â he murmured against your ear.
He reached for the ties of your loincloth and started untying it. You helped him remove it completely, letting it fall aside. You grabbed his hand again and placed it back between your thighs, right where you needed him most. Both of you were breathing hard now, hearts racing.
âPlease⌠Neteyam,â you begged, not even sure what you were asking for. He kissed along your neck. âHm? Please what?â His fingers slid along the sides of your aching core, rubbing up and down slowly to ease the ache.
âTouch meâŚâ You moaned louder and spread your legs more for him. One hand stayed gripping his biceps while the other held onto his knee.
âAre you sure?â He said, searching your face as you swallowed, tightening your grip. âI am. just⌠go slow. If itâs too much, Iâll tell you.â
âSay stop and I stop, okay?â
âMhm⌠I trust you.â
He then finally touched your pussy directly, massaging gently before pulling away instantly. You whined at the loss.
Neteyam opened the jar again, added more herbs to his fingers, and applied them back to your inner thighs. He slid his fingers over your pussy once more, rubbing slow circles on your clit. You guided his forearm with your hand, showing him exactly how you wanted it.
You tilted your head more, giving him better access to your neck. He breathed in your scent deeply while continuing those steady circles, making your hips move against his fingers.
He kept rubbing slow circles on your clit with his herb-slick fingers, pressing just enough to make your hips twitch. âThatâs it, y/n⌠feel how wet you are already?â he whispered against your neck, voice deep.
You moaned and pushed back against his hand, needing more. He slid one finger down and slowly pushed it inside you, curling it. âSo tight⌠just breathe for me, okay? Let me take care of you.â
It was inevitable to not whimper and grip his forearm tighter when his fingers kept hitting the right spots, you couldnât help but roll your hips in circle against his finger that went in and out painfully slowly.
Neteyam added a second finger, stretching you good while his thumb kept rubbing your clit. âGood girl⌠look at your pussy taking my fingers so well,â he praised, sucking on the side of your neck. âYou feel so good around it, baby. So warm and wet. Wish you could feel itâŚâ
He kept the pace slow, pumping his fingers deeper while whispering in your ear. âMhm⌠move your hips just like that. Show me how much you like it.â
You whimpered louder, legs shaking as the pleasure built higher. Right when you felt yourself getting close, he slowed down and pulled his fingers out.
You whined desperately, trying to chase his hand. âN-Neteyam, câmonâŚâ
âNot yet, baby. I want to hear you beg a little more.â He chuckled and applied more of the herbs to your inner thighs before driving his fingers deep inside you once again. When he curled them against that specific spot, a gasp escaped your lips.
ââteyam⌠please, I need itâŚâ you begged, voice shaking. He kissed your shoulder and kept moving his fingers at that same torturing slow pace. âI know you do, pretty girl. But youâre going to be good and wait for it, right? I want you to feel everything.â
He kept edging you like that bringing you close again and again before slowing down, praising you the whole time. âSo cute when you moan like that.â
His other hand stayed on your thigh, holding you open while he worked you with his fingers. You were trembling, breathing hard, completely lost in his touch. âPlease⌠I canâtââ
He licked the spot under your ear and whispered hotly against it, âYes you can, baby. Just a little longer, alright?â
Neteyam pulled his fingers out slowly and kissed your cheeks. âTurn over for me, please. Lay on your stomach.â You obeyed and laid down on the mattress, face turned to the side.
He began pouring more herb onto your back and started massaging it with his heavy hands. His palms moved from your shoulders down to your hips, pressing and sliding smoothly on your skin.
You whined loudly and unconsciously lifted your ass toward him. He noticed immediately and poured more herb onto your ass, massaging it thoroughly with both hands.
You spread your legs a little more and lifted it without thinking, showing him everything. Neteyam groaned and slid his hand between your thighs again. He pushed two fingers back inside you, moving them while his other hand kept kneading your ass.
âThatâs it, baby⌠let me hear you,â he murmured, voice rough. âYouâre so wet for me. So good.â You moaned and whimpered continuously, hips moving back against his fingers.
âGood, just like that. You take my fingers so well⌠letting it slide faster from your wetness. You like it that much?â
âF-fuck, Mhm.. Neteyam..!â
He curled his fingers inside you and sped up a little, hitting that spot over and over. You were trembling hard, begging between moans. âNeteyam⌠please⌠Iâm so closeâŚâ
âCome for me then.â
And so you did, your orgasm hit you hard. You cried out his name, body shaking as you clenched around his fingers.
Neteyam didnt stop though. He kept moving his fingers through your orgasm, drawing it out longer. âGood girl⌠keep going. You look so pretty when you cum.â
You tried to close your legs but he held them open gently. âToo much⌠âTeyamâŚâ you whimpered, still sensitive.
He kissed your shoulder again. âJust a little more, baby. You can take it, right? Trust meâŚâ He kept fingering you, thumb rubbing your clit, pushing you straight into overstimulation. You moaned loudly, body twitching under him. âDamn itâŚâ
âYouâre doing so well, baby. One more for me, yes?â
Neteyam kept moving his fingers faster after your first orgasm, not giving you any break. His thumb rubbed tight circles on your clit while his fingers curled deep inside you.
It wasnât sooner when you came again with a loud moan, body shaking uncontrollably under him. Even after your second orgasm, his fingers didnât stop. He kept pumping them faster, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until you couldnât take it anymore.
You grabbed his forearm and flipped yourself onto your back, breathing hard. âN-Neteyam⌠I⌠fuck, stopââ you panted, chest rising and falling rapidly. He finally slowed down and pulled his fingers out.
Neteyam licked his wet fingers clean while looking at you. âIâm sorry⌠Are you okay, baby?â
You caught your breath and gave him a small smile. âMore than okayâŚâ Neteyam leaned down and pressed gentle kisses on your cheeks, then your forehead. âStay here. Iâll grab you some water.â
He stood up and went to the kitchen area, coming back with a wooden cup filled with water. You sat up slowly, still trying to process everything.
The massage had turned into something much more intense. You couldâve expected a day where you took your last breath, but you definitely didnât expect it to end with his fingers inside you instead, and you were not complaining at all.
Neteyam sat beside you again and handed you the wooden cup. âDrink slowly,â he said. You took a sip, still feeling the aftershocks running through your body.
The next day, you woke up in a good mood. You chose your lightest feather accessories this time, the ones that complimented your skin perfectly. You felt light as you danced while walking along the stalls, greeting the people who bowed at you.
Your steps halted when you spotted Neteyam and Peyrral talking in the corner. Peyrral had her arms crossed tightly, glaring up at him. Neteyam looked flushed, ears pinned back as he listened to her, nodding.
You rolled your eyes without thinking. A strange feeling settled in your chest. Instead of walking toward them, you changed direction and headed toward the river for a swim.
You kept glancing back at them as you walked away. Peyrral looked serious, saying something while pointing at Neteyamâs chest. He rubbed the back of his neck, blushing.
The sight made your stomach twist a little.
You turned away completely and continued walking. cursing under your breath. You didnât wanna think why your best friend always seemed to pull Neteyam aside for private talks lately.
But you refused to think of Peyrral that way as you would never let a man come between a friendship you valued very much.
Unfortunately, the planet seemed to have other plans. No matter how much you tried to keep your thoughts clear, only a few hours later you found them together again, assisting the elders as they carried out offerings for the third day.
They walked beside the elder, engaged in a conversation as she smiled up at them, and your left eye twitched at the sight again, not to mention you had barely spoken to anyone since yesterday, choosing instead to keep yourself busy.
By the sixth day, with only one day left before the courting moon began, you had successfully avoided most interactions within the clan. Whenever contact happened, you quickly found excuses to leave, slipping away before anything could linger.
You tried not to dwell on your thoughts too much, telling yourself it gave you more time with Seya, where you could relax, rub her belly, and lean into her warmth.
Right now, you were sitting on the forest floor, chewing on a cannonball fruit, or Rumaut as the locals called it, after dropping one you had climbed high into a tree to get, considering it was usually your father cracking it for you.
Your ears twitched when you heard footsteps approaching from behind. You glanced over your right shoulder and saw Neteyam walking slowly toward you. âHey.â
You mumbled a hi before turning back to your food, ignoring him. âMay I sit here?â
âDo whatever you want,â you replied, licking the sweet juice from your fingers as he sat down near you, leaving some space.
Neteyam held out a neatly wrapped food in an edible leaf. âHere.â You looked at the offering, then glared at his face before looking away again.
âKeep it, Neteyam.â
He pulled the food back and stared at it. â...I made this with the cooks today. They wanted to see if I still remembered everything they taught me during our punishment.â
âYou must have done it with Peyrral,â Your eye twitched as you mentioned her out of nowhere, unsure why it came out like that, though you meant no harm.
Neteyam frowned, looking genuinely confused. âWhy would I do it with her? Sheâs not even a cook.â
âHow would you know? She is a great cook. She would make a good housewife too. Think about it.â
He looked even more lost. âI meant that she was not with the cooks during our punishment⌠Why are you telling me this? Is everything okay?â
âAllâs fine.â
âWhat about us? Are we?â
âWhy wouldnât we be?â
Neteyam lowered his head. âYouâve⌠barely talked to me lately. I donât know if I did something wrong⌠or if itâs because of what happened before. If you didnât want that, Iâmââ
âAre you having an affair with me?â
Neteyam looked at you with eyes widened. âPardon?â
You turned your whole body toward him. âI said, are you cheating on someone with me?â
Neteyam looked offended, âWhat? Who would I evenââ
You kept pushing. âDo you like Peyrral?â
Neteyam straightened his back and let out a sigh, âFirst of all, youâre not an affair to me, Y/n. I would never dishonor anyone in that way. Second, Iâm not with anyone else, and Iâm not cheating on anyone with you. And I do not have feelings for Peyrral. I have feelings for you⌠I told you that already, didnât I? There is no one else.â
You gulped. âDo not lie to me, Neteyam.â He looked straight into your eyes. âI am not lying, Y/n.â
You narrowed your eyes. âThen what were you two talking about at the Veil Pool?â
He tried to recall what had happened at the cave that day, realizing you were referring to the moment Vetxo pulled you outside while Peyrral spoke to him alone.
Back at the cave, she watched him scratch his neck awkwardly, he even tried to walk past her toward the entrance, but she quickly grabbed his ear. âOw!â
Peyrral accused him of inappropriate behavior and refused to believe his attempts to explain, while defending her best friend.
âLet me explainââ
Peyrral continued interrogating Neteyam, convinced he had brought you to the Veil Pool for suspicious reasons and refusing to accept any excuses. Neteyam repeatedly denied her accusations, insisting he had no bad intentions and desperately trying to convince her to believe him.
Peyrral crossed her arms, glaring at him. âYou better start explaining properly then, golden son. Because from what I saw, you looked exactly like those guys who only want one thing from her, and you know what that is.â
Neteyam admitted that you had asked him to prove that he genuinely found you beautiful by touching your ass, explaining that he went along with it because he didnât want you to think he had been lying.
Peyrral groaned and rubbed her face with both hands. âThat stupid girlâŚâ She pinched Neteyamâs arm hard. âAnd you! You knew better than to agree to something like that!â
He admitted that he shouldve explained things better and apologized, but she still struck his chest above his bandage, warning him not to take advantage of you or she would make him regret it.
You were at a loss for words as he explained what had happened after you left them alone. You cleared your throat and spoke again, forcing yourself to continue, âWhat about the day after you⌠after our night? I saw you two talking in the corner.â
He immediately understood what you meant, clearly remembering the awkward and embarrassing details from that conversation with Peyrral.
Neteyam was helping an old man carry heavy offerings to the stalls, smiling politely at everyone. His smile faded the moment he saw Peyrral standing in the corner, arms crossed, nodding her head to the side, clearly demanding he come over. He excused himself from the elder and walked toward her.
Peyrral immediately confronted him, making it clear she already knew about what had happened to the two of you, while Neteyam tried to explain himself.
She sighed loudly and cut him off. âThe courting moon hasnât even begun⌠and yet someone already forgot where his hands are meant to stay.â
Neteyam tried to explain that everything had happened with your permission and that he genuinely cared about you, but Peyrral cut him off before he could finish.
Peyrral hit his chest with the back of her hand. âI went to her kelku yesterday to bring the meal she asked for. Instead I heard her moaning your name like that. Let me guess, sheâs no longer a virgin now, is she?!â
Neteyam blushed deeply, face turning purple. He reassured her that nothing more had happened and that he had respected your boundaries the entire time.
âListen to me very carefully, boy. If you ever leave her crying, I will personally walk into your familyâs kelku at night, take the sharpest dagger I own, find the exact hole where that arrow went into your chest, and push the blade deep inside it until your blood runs down your body again. You understand?â
âWhat about when you two were helping at the stalls?â you asked, still not fully convinced. âShe pulled me aside again to scold me, but an elder came and asked for our help with the heavy baskets.â
You frowned and continued. âI also saw you with her and Vetxo in the forest that day. Peyrral had her hand on your hair while Vetxo was laughing at both of you. What was that all about?â
Neteyam rubbed the back of his neck, ears turning slightly purple. âThey cornered me before I could go hunting. Vetxo asked what my plans were for the courting moon. I mentioned that Iâll court you seriously⌠Peyrral hit my head and warned me not to court you with just pleasure. Vetxo laughed at how purple my face got.â
âand what about the time she was looking at your songcord?â you crossed your arms, finally pulling out every moment you had seen them together.
âShe was talking about how I would need to add a piece of you into my songcord one day, because I want you as my mate.â
You went quiet and looked down at your lap, frowning. You felt stupid for accusing both Neteyam and your best friend when in reality she was only trying to protect you, while he had been defending himself this whole time just to prove how zerious he was about you.
He lifted your chin so you would look at him. He leaned in, hesitated for a second, then pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes while his hand stayed on your cheek and the other held your hand on your lap.
âY/n, I promise you thereâs nothing between me and her. She only talks to me to warn me and make sure I do not hurt you. That is all it has ever been. I apologize for how it looked like.â
You looked away, âNo, Iâm sorryâŚâ
Neteyam kissed your forehead. âYou have nothing to apologize for. Iâm willing to talk about everything.â
You kept your gaze down. âJust take my apologyâŚâ
He smiled. âItâs alright. Although I fail to understand why you would think that way about me and her when she already has someone else.â
Your eyebrows furrowed. âWhat? No she does not.â
Neteyam raised an eyebrow at you. âWhat do you mean? She and Vetxo are together.â
Your eyes widened. âWhat?! No, they are not!â
Neteyam looked surprised by your reaction. âUhh⌠they are, Y/nâŚâ
âHow? Did they tell you?â you asked, still in disbelief. Neteyam scratched the back of his neck. âNot exactly⌠but Vetxo made a joke once. She said that if I got to remove your⌠umm innocence before she got to remove Peyrralâs, she would actually ride a nantangâŚâ
Your jaw dropped. âWhatâŚâ
-
Neteyam hovered over you on the soft grass, his body warm against yours. He licked your earlobe slowly, making you whimper and rub your thighs together. The conversation had quickly turned into this after mentioning the night before, and you were already aching for one another.
He moved down to your neck, licking your skin before reaching your collarbone. You lifted your accesories, exposing your breasts. Neteyam immediately replaced your hand with his tongue, rolling it around your nipple while his fingers played with the other one.
âOh⌠Neteyam, I missed this,â you moaned, throwing your head back. He hummed against your skin and switched sides, sucking harder on your other nipple.
His free hand grabbed your leg and wrapped it around his hip, pressing his hard cock against your loincloth.
You wrapped both legs around him and pulled him closer to your core, pushing his face into your chest. He started grinding slowy, humping you through your loincloths. You could feel every inch of his hardness rubbing against your throbbing pussy, the fabric the only thing stopping him from entering you.
âFuck, baby⌠you feel how hard you make me?â he groaned against your neck. âAll this for you. Just from touching you.â He kept rolling his hips, pressing his cock right against your clit with every thrust.
You moaned louder, matching his movements desperately. He sucked harder on your neck, right on that sensitive spot that always made you loud.
âYou like when I grind on your little pussy like this?â You whimpered and nodded, nails digging into his shoulders.
Neteyam suddenly pulled back, making you hiss in frustration. He lifted both your loincloths at the same time, exposing your wet pussy. He groaned at the sight and wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking it while his other hand went between your legs, rubbing circles on your clit.
You grabbed fistfuls of grass, needing something to hold onto. He teased his tip against your folds, sliding it up and down your pussy without pushing inside. âLook at you⌠so wet and needy for me.â
He kept rubbing his thick cock along your slit, pressing the head against your clit before sliding back down to tease you.
The risk of someone walking by in the forest only made everything hotter as you were whimpering and begging loud, hips chasing his cock.
âPlease, NeteyamâŚâ you moaned. He leaned down and gave your forehead a kiss before moving lower. He spread your legs wider and kissed your inner skin, he didnât waste time as he buried his face between your thighs, licking your pussy hungrily.
âT-Taste so fucking good, baby,â he whimpered, sucking on your clit while teasing your hole and pushing two fingers inside you, remembering how it gsve you so much pleasure.
He ate you out like he was starving, tongue and fingers working together perfectly. Every time you got close he slowed down, edging you again and again. âHold it for meâŚâ
You shook your head, telling him you couldnât because you were feeling too horny, and he simply nodded against your core, letting you go. When he finally let you cum, you cried out loudly, you were shaking, moaning his name over and over, thighs squeezing around his head.
But he didnât stop there though, he kept licking you through your orgasm, âOne more, baby? Give me one more, pleaseeâŚâ
Neteyam pushed your legs wider apart and kept sucking. He sucked on your pussy, groaning against your wet folds. Moving faster, swirling his tongue around your clit before pushing it inside you, tasting every drop you could give him.
âFuck⌠baby,â he groaned, voice muffled. He sucked harder on your clit, eyes half-lidded when your juices coated his tongue. âI could eat this pussy all dayâŚâ
You moaned loudly, hips jerking against his face, hands pulling his hair. He held your thighs down and kept devouring you.
It wasnt long before another yet orgasm hit you hard. Your whole body shook as you came on his tongue, crying out his name.
Neteyam didnât pull away. He groaned loudly when he felt you cum, eyes rolling back again as he drank every drop. âThatâs it⌠give it to me.â
He kept licking through your orgasm, pushing two fingers back inside you while sucking on your clit. You were shaking, trying to close your legs but he held them open. âNeteyamâŚââ you whimpered.
He looked up at you, lips shiny with your wetness. âOne more, baby. Just one more. Please, I need it. Let me taste you again.â
He dove back in even hungrier, tongue flicking fast on your sensitive clit while his fingers curled deep inside you. You were sensitive, your pussy kept throbbing, coming again within seconds, thighs trembling around his head, pulling harder on his hair.
You didnât know what to do; you were shaking so hard from the pleasure he was giving you. You kept pushing his head away from your pussy, even as your hips involuntarily chased his tongue.
Neteyam moaned as if he were the one feeling the pleasure. He thrust his hips against the grass, desperate for any kind of friction, his eyes rolling back as he licked you through it, completely refusing to stop.
You were gasping, tears in your eyes from the pleasure. âNeteyam⌠stop, I canâtââ
When he heard the word he finally slowed down but still licked you, cleaning you up with soft strokes of his tongue, pulling away with a kiss on your pussy.
âKiss meâŚâ you demanded as he crawled up your body and kissed your lips, fighting with your tongue, letting you taste yourself on his.
You felt him smile against your lips, and you couldnât help but smile back. You bit his bottom lip gently before deepening the kiss, holding his jaw as your tongue fought for dominance. Neteyam lets you take control, groaning into your mouth.
Before you could wrap your arms around his neck, he suddenly pulled away and sat up. His ears twitched as he looked toward the trees. You turned your head too, hearing your friendâs voice calling your name from somewhere in the forest.
ââteyam?â you whispered, still breathing hard. He placed a finger on your lips, eyes scanning the area.
He looked back at you and pressed a soft peck on your cheek, then on your lips. He gently pulled your top and loincloth back into place, covering your body. The forest air felt cool against your flushed skin as you tried to catch your breath.
Neteyam reached for a nearby flask of fresh river water and used a soft damp cloth to gently pat your sensitive pussy and inner thighs, you shivered from the cool touch. He set the cloth aside and laid down beside you on the grass, facing you while resting his head on his palm.
His fingers tangled in your hair, stroking the top of your head until your racing heart started to calm down. You could hear his own heart beating even faster than yours. When you looked up at him, his cheeks were flushed a deep purple.
âWhy?â you whispered. He looked away, clearly embarrassed. His hand moved from your hair down to your waist. âNothingâŚâ
The voices of your friends calling for you had faded away as they mustâve gone somewhere else. You noticed Neteyam was still breathing hard.
That was when you realized you had cum multiple times, but he had not.
You sat up on your elbow and looked straight at him. âDo you want me to suck you off?â
Neteyamâs eyes widened and he shifted his legs. âNo, y/n. Itâis alright.â
You frowned and sat up fully. âItâs fine by me. I want to do it.â
He sat up too and held your hands that were reaching for his thighs. âYeah but youâre exhausted. I swear itâs okay. Donât worry about me.â
You glared at him with a pout. âNeteyamâŚâ
He looked flushed again. âBaby⌠itâs alright, trust me. Maybe next time.â You tried to argue but he leaned in and pecked your lips. âLet us head back to the village.â
Neteyam knew he would have to deal with his throbbing cock and the visible bulge in his loincloth later when he was alone. Just like the night he fingered you, he would probably end up jerking off while thinking about you again. It was nothing new for him.
-
The courting moon had begun a few days ago. Neteyam was indeed very serious about courting you, and he made sure everybody in the clan knew it. You finally told your friends everything that happened, especially Peyrral, including all your worries about the situation.
She listened before pulling you into a hug. âIm sorry for making it seem that way. I didnât want anyone to hurt you.â She glanced at Vetxo, who nodded at her. âAnd⌠yes, Vetxo and I are together. Well, she courted me. I havenât given her an answer before so we didnt mention anything.â
Both of them started babying you like parents for the rest of the day. They stole you away from Neteyam, cornering him earlier so they could have you to themselves. They spoiled you with your favorite fruits, braided your hair nicely, and kept feeding you snacks while laughing together.
You eventually told them more details about what happened between you and Neteyam. How he gave you pleasure with just his fingers and mouth, but refused to let you return the favor every time. Peyrral raised an eyebrow while Vetxo smirked. âHeâs really holding back, huh?â
They started telling you more things mates usually do with each other, making you aware. The way they described it made your face burn hot. You kept imagining doing all those things with Neteyam, your mind filled with pictures of his hands, his mouth, and his body on yours.
Peyrral noticed your flushed face and grinned, Vetxo nudged you. âDonât worry. When you finally mate with him, it will feel even better than what he did with his tongue.â
You covered your ears that were turning deep purple. âStop itâŚâ
You couldnt stop thinking about Neteyam and everything your friends just told you. The images in your head kept getting more vivid with every passing minute.
Thatâs why you found yourself pressed against the tree, Neteyam kissing you deeply as his hands roamed your body. You moaned into his mouth and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He was already hard, his cock pressing against you through his loincloth.
He broke the kiss and started moving lower, intending to drop to his knees. âNeteyamâŚâ you moaned, grabbing his hair and stopping him. âNo. I want you now.â
He looked up at you with desperate eyes, pouting. âBut baby⌠please. Let me taste you. I need it.â
You shook your head, breathing hard. âI said no. I want you to rail me against this tree right now.â
Neteyam hissed at your words, eyes darkening with lust. He stood up and lifted both of your legs, wrapping them around his hips. âYouâre so needy, baby⌠where did you learn to talk like that?â
He pinned you on it, one hand on your ass while the other braced beside your head. âYou want it badly? You want me to stretch this tight little pussy now?â he groaned, grinding his hard length against you.
You whimpered and nodded fast. âYes⌠please, baby.â
He moaned at the nickname and pulled your loincloth aside, he rubbed his throbbing cock along your wet folds, teasing your entrance.
âFeel that? Dripping for me desperately.â
You moaned loudly, rolling your hips to chase his tip. âPut it in⌠damn it.â
Neteyam chuckled, sliding his cock up and down your pussy without pushing inside. âNot yet, baby. I want to hear you beg properly.â
You whined in frustration, nails digging into his shoulders. âPlease⌠I need you inside me. Stop teasing mee.â
âSorry, babyâŚâ He finally pushed the head of his cock inside you slowly, stretching you open. You gasped at the feeling, legs tightening around him. âOh⌠itâsâitâs so tight, baby,â he groaned, eyes rolling back for a second. âSqueezing me so good. Such a perfect pussy for me.â
He kept pushing in deeper, inch by inch, until he bottomed out. Both of you moaned loudly. âTake all of me,â he whispered hotly against your ear. âIâm barely all in, babyâŚâ
Neteyam started thrusting into you, slow and deep. The tree bark scraped lightly against your back with every movement. âYouâre so big, âteyamâŚâ
You moaned his name over and over, legs locked tight around his waist. He picked up the pace, railing you harder against the tree. âTell me how much you like it,â he whispered, lightly wrapping his hand around your throat like you had asked before.
âLove it so much, babyyy. Go faster, please..â
He groaned and fucked you just the way you like it, tail wrapping around your thigh to hold you even closer. âYeah? I love it just as much, babyâŚâ
âYou wanna cum, baby? Câmon, let me feel you squeeze me.â
You cried out as the way he spoke so dirty made your orgasm hit you hard, clenching around him. He groaned at how tight you hugged his cock, but he didnât stop, ensuring to fuck your orgasm through it with more thrusts.
âFuck, N-NeteyamâŚ!â
He fucked you harder against the tree, thrusting deep and fast into your tight walls. His hips snapped forward with every stroke, arching your back.
You were moaning uncontrollably, tail curling in pleasure, matching his pace by thrusting your hips back to meet every of his thrusts, letting his cock keep hitting that perfect spot inside you.
âbaby⌠donât squeeze me so tight,â he groaned, kissing you messily, tongue sliding against yours as he pounded into you. You whimpered into his mouth, nails digging into his shoulders. He pulled back just enough to look at your face, breathing hard. âWhere do you want it, Y/n? Tell me.â
You moaned loudly, legs locked tighter around his waist. âDeep⌠deep inside meâŚâ You kept thrusting back against him desperately, chasing that spot that made your eyes roll. âPlease⌠fill me up. I need it so bad.â
Neteyam growled and kissed you again, harder this time, biting your lip as he railed you even faster, âGoing to fill this pussy until it leaks out, may I do that?â
You were losing control, just nodding to whatever he was saying, saying nothing but his name, while thrusting your hips to meet his pace. Every thrust made wet sounds echo in the forest, and the thought of someone hearing you only made you wetter.
Neteyam was just as desperate, groaning loudly against your neck as he fucked you senseless.
âNeteyam⌠Iâm close againââ you cried out, clenching hard around his cock. He kept slamming into you, hitting that spot perfectly every time. âCum for me, baby. Let me feel it please.â
You came hard with a loud moan, body shaking violently as your walls pulsed around him. Neteyam groaned deeply, thrusting a few more times before burying himself as deep as possible. âFuck⌠taking all of it, baby.â
Neteyam thrust deep into you one last time and came hard, groaning loudly against your neck as he filled you up. His thighs shook from the intensity, almost collapsing, but he held his ground, arms wrapped tightly around you so he would not drop you. He dropped his head onto your shoulder, breathing heavily while still slowly thrusting through both of your orgasms.
You lifted his head gently and pulled him into a deep kiss. He kissed you back, trying to match your energy even though he was still sensitive and dazed, his cock twitching inside you. You went down on your feet, arms still wrapped around his neck as his hands moved down to your waist and then your ass.
His fingers reached lower, rubbing your messy pussy, making you arch your back. You pulled him out of you slowly and watched as his cum leaked out of your pussy, dripping down your thighs. You bit your lip and looked up at him with even more lust in your eyes.
Neteyam was still breathing hard, trying to recover. Before he could say anything, you pulled him down onto the grass and straddled his thighs. He moaned into the kiss when you started grinding your wet pussy along his still-hard cock, rubbing against it while pulling his hair. âY-y/n⌠please.â
You pulled away from the kiss and looked down at him. âYou like that, baby?â you asked, rolling your hips in slow circles, teasing his sensitive cock. âDoes it feel good when I do this?â
Neteyam whimpered, hands gripping your hips. âYes⌠fuckâŚâ
You smirked and kept grinding on him, sliding your soaked pussy up and down his length. You leaned down and bit his neck, marking him. âI wonder⌠if the girls in the clan could make you feel like this. Would you let them ride your cock like I do?â
Neteyam shook his head quickly, moaning. âNo. Only you. Only you, baby. I beg youâŚâ
You lifted yourself and guided his cock back inside you, sinking down slowly. He groaned loudly, head falling back. âBabyâ Iâm still⌠youâre going to kill me.â
You started riding him properly, moving your hips up and down while talking to him. âThatâs right⌠all of this is mine. I want it so badâI want my body molded to yours so completely that no one else could ever have me..â You clenched around him on purpose, making him whimper. âwhat do you think?â
Neteyam flushed, hands trembling on your waist, breathing ragged. âY/n⌠itâs too much⌠I just cameââ
You rolled your hips harder, riding him faster. âYou can take it. Be a good boy and cum inside me again. Fill me up like you did earlier...â
You leaned down and sucked on his neck, leaving more marks for girls to see. He was moaning loudly now, thighs shaking underneath you from the overstimulation.
You kept riding him, whispering dirty words in his ear, rolling your hips in deep circles while looking down at his flushed face. Neteyam whimpered underneath you, hands gripping your waist tightly, he couldnât even bring himself to thrust up.
âYou donât get to cum yet, okay?â
He groaned loudly, eyes glassy with desperation. âY/n⌠please⌠I need to cum inside you.â
You smirked and clenched around his cock on purpose, making him twitch hard. âThe mighty future Oloâeyktan begging like this? So pathetic for his⌠future tsahik.â
You leaned down closer, lips brushing his ear. âYour future is riding you, Neteyam. Does that make you hard? Knowing Iâll be the one standing beside you as your mate?â
He moaned brokenly, nodding fast. âYes⌠fuck, yes. Please, baby.â
You sped up a little but still refused to let him cum, lifting yourself until only his tip was inside before sinking back down. âHow many kids do you want, Neteyam? Tell me. You want me to carry your children, right? Build a clan with you?â You kept riding him. âAnswer me.â
Neteyam was losing it, whimpering and shaking under you. âAs many as you want⌠please, Y/n. I want it all with you. Just let me cumâ I- Iâll give you everything.â
You grinned and kept moving, still edging him. âNot a single girl in the clan gets to have you like this, right?â
He looked completely wrecked, eyes rolling back every time you clenched around him. âOnly you⌠only you, yawne. Please⌠I cannot hold it anymore.â
You rode him harder, still not letting him finish. âBeg better. Tell me how badly you want to.â
Neteyam was panting, voice cracking. âPlease⌠let me cum inside you⌠fill you upâŚâ
You quickened your pace, leaning down to pull him into a deep kiss while tugging on his hair. Neteyam thrust up to meet you, both of you moaning into each otherâs mouths. You came hard around him again, whining loudly as his warm cum coated your walls at the same time.
He lost his balance and fell back onto the grass, pulling you down with him. You laid on top of his chest, breathing heavily while your pussy kept clenching around his cock. Neteyam wrapped his arms around you, one hand gently rubbing your back in slow circles.
Both of you stayed like that for a while, still connected. His cock was still inside you, twitching occasionally. Neteyam kissed the top of your head softly. âAre you okay, baby?â
You nodded against his chest. âYeah⌠more than okay.â You stayed quiet for a moment before speaking again. âNeteyam⌠about what I said earlier. I meant it.â
He tightened his hold on you, heart beating fast under your cheek. He looked up at the swaying trees above, a small smile on his face. âReally? All of it? The future⌠kids⌠standing beside me?â
You lifted your head to look at him. âYes.â
Neteyam searched your eyes, still a little unsure. âEven after everything? After I was so annoying and kept fighting over the position?â
You chuckled and rested your chin on his chest. âI changed my mind the day you risked your life to save me. When you took that arrow for me⌠that was the moment I realized I didnât wanna lead without you.â
He smiled at you, caressing your cheeks. âThen we will do it together, baby.â
âMhmâŚâ
Neteyam smiled widely and pulled you back down into his arms, still buried inside you. âI like the sound of that⌠my future tsahik.â
âOf course you do, my future oloâeyktan.â
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