find your peace

Your wrists ached from the tight, cold metal handcuffs that bound your hands behind your back. Captured by the RDA in efforts to get more intel on the whereabouts of Toruk Makto, your stomach turned when you had found the rumors of Jake Sully’s dead son to be resurrected on the side of the enemy, to be true. He had been the one tasked to interrogate you for answers, given you knew barely any English to properly communicate with any of the other RDA staff, and those who knew na’vi were incredibly rough on the pronunciation. 

With that in mind, it was hard to tell how you came to be in your current situation. Your chest pressed roughly to the cold surface of the interrogation table, a single hand, holding the chain of your handcuffs, and the other on the back of your neck as you were plowed into from behind, Neteyam’s pelvis slamming hard into your rear with each aggressive thrust. Your body jolted and trembled with each buck, desperately trying to hold back your fucked out noises, yet to no avail. After his third warning Neteyam has halted his movements, pulling out of you completely, leaning down from over your shoulder to let a frustrated growl into your ear, “Damn it, you’re such a noisy little brat.”. Before you can utter a single word to argue back, his hand on your neck slips around to the front, shoving two of his fingers into your mouth to rest against your tongue, “Suck.” He demands, which you obediently comply with a soft whimper, “Good… if I hear another noise out of you, I will not be giving you another chance to redeem yourself.” Neteyam huffs before leaning back to reinsert himself, pushing greedily back into your sopping cunt, biting his lip to stop his own noises from reaching potential ears outside the room.

A muffled whine helplessly breaks from your throat as his cock pushes deeper and deeper through your slick walls, the sensation of saliva dripping down your chin as it pooled around his fingers, made you instinctively suck harder on his digits, receiving a low groan from the man behind you in response and a firm thrust of his hips. Your back arched as he slowly slid out of you once more, before pushing back in with a pull of your hips with his free hand, and thus began his previous pace of animalistic thrusting. Your hands clenched into fists behind your back as he rutted into you, sucking harder and harder of his fingers. You wanted nothing more than to be able to touch him, to wrap your arms around his neck and feel him press against you, yet with your wrists bound the way that they were, there was no chance of that coming to fruition. Your body squirmed vigorously beneath him, shifting your ass back to meet his thrusts, promoting a low guttural groan to escape from Neteyam, throwing his head back as he picked up his pace, one again grabbing the chain between your wrists to give himself better leverage.

The tightening in your core was happening extremely fast, you hardly had time to prepare for it, your mind going dizzy as you continue to whine pathetically around his fingers. Neteyam could feel it just as much as you, his eyes closing as he attempted to push himself further into you, his cock head pressing flush against the opening of your cervix, shifting his pace to provide you with hard and short thrusts. The pressure in your core persisted, as an intense wave of pleasure washed over you, your eyes rolling back in your skull, tail moving to wrap eagerly around Neteyam’s thigh.

Glancing down at your tail, Neteyam quickly removes it from his leg only to wrap it around his forearm, with a slight chuckle, “Are you getting close? Yeah you are, look at you… just bouncing back on my cock like this… fuck…” with a sly smirk Neteyam stops his thrusting all together, willing you to try and look back at him in confusion from over your shoulder. You watch as Neteyam slides his palm gently over your ass cheek before sending a firm slap into it, only to knead it firmly in his grasp, “You want to cum? Then keep fucking yourself on me- cum on this cock, you little slut.”. His hand then slides up from your ass to your kuru, giving it a firm tug to get you going. With a strained yelp you begin to follow his orders, bouncing your ass back on his pelvis, angling your hips enough to make him hit exactly where you needed him to. You sucked harder on his fingers, using all of your will power to keep your voice down, but it was almost inevitable as you clenched tightly around his shaft, so much so that even Neteyam was struggling to stay quiet, leaning down to bite into your shoulder from behind, the pressure from his bite sending you over the edge, your pussy fluttering around his cock as you came. Your knees trembled as you took large inhales of breath, your eyes about to flutter closed when a jerk at your kuru forces you awake again. Withdrawing his fingers from between your lips, Neteyam turns your jaw to look at him, “Feeling satisfied? Don’t think I forgot our deal. Tell me what you know of my father’s whereabouts.” Neteyam growls, tightening his grip on your braid.  “Fuck you…” you hiss weakly, glaring back at him. Gritting his teeth Neteyam pulls his hips back withdrawing his cock from your leaking cunt, “I already did, now you need to give me what I want.”.