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This was all the young Na'vi could think of. Not only did these violent demons kidnap her, now she also had to do something. What kind of imprisonment was that?

The leader of the recombinant squad, Quaritch, sent one of his men on scouting duty and she had to come along. She didn’t even understand why, as she didn’t bother to help anyway and they should have known that.

She quietly hissed out, as the memories and feelings from the past few weeks since her capture flooded her brain. In contrast to her friend Spider — who did his best to annoy the team whenever he could — the Na'vi was much more reserved. The boy found humor in disrespecting and getting a reaction out of them, while throwing every possible insult at their heads. Even if the girl found it amusing if Spider did it, she never did it herself. Not that she was scared or shy, she just didn’t see the point in starting something with them. And while Spider, even if he tried to not make it obvious, has warmed up to some of them, she has not. They were evil demons come to destroy her home.

As she was deep in thought, she didn’t pay much attention to her surroundings. Blindly, the girl followed the man a few feet in front of her, if she could even call him a man. He was technically just an artificial body, filled with unnatural life to be able to better blend in on Pandora. It was painfully obvious to every native, though. Their heavy clothing and gear, as well as their loud and bulky weapons, gave them away instantly. Not to mention their useless extra digits on each hand and foot. The careless stomping around was a dead giveaway too. But she had to admit, it had been way worse in the beginning. Quaritch has made them take off their shoes after a while to ‘go Na'vi’ and it did actually improve their stealth skills. Nonetheless, the Na'vi had only scoffed at that, seeing the lack of actual interest and commitment to the her people’s way.

“Keep up, princess,” the second-in-command threw over his shoulder in a stern tone but with a hint of amusement. He didn’t bother to turn around, just kept walking and scanning the forest for possible threats, his gloved hands tight on his sniper rifle.

He seemed to get a kick out of repeatedly calling her overly ridiculous pet names, as this wasn’t the first time. She did not. Her ears immediately strained backwards and her tail flicked in irritation.

Since her capture, he was the worst out of all of them. Calling her these names, annoying her on purpose with every possible action he could think of, trying to embarrass her in front of his teammates. He had even pulled her tail once! Even if it hasn’t hurt physically, it has hurt her pride. Not to mention his overly confident personality, which made him even more insufferable. The Na'vi has never seen this much confident in a person before, making it hard for her to deal with him. She didn’t lack self-esteem herself, but his made it harder for her for some reason. And, of course, she knew his background, roughly. She knew what he had done to her people, to her planet. What they had all done.

Lyle, was his name. She had overheard Quaritch call him that.

Despite all her built-up anger, she could only hatefully glare at the back of his bald head, to which his kuru was attached. The hairstyle was something she has never seen in her entire life and she refused to believe this was an intentional choice, but she let it go. She did know, sky people were often different than what she was used to and reminded herself to accept that she couldn’t understand everything. Just like how she didn’t understand, how he wasn’t sweating his ass off with all this clothing in the humid climate of the rainforest.

“Why was I sent with you?” she asked, which she had wondered since they left the others. Her tone was hostile, her ears stayed pinned onto her head.

“Colonel’s orders.” He shrugged, while stepping over a dead tree. “Guess he just needed a break from your attitude.”

Her ears flicked. “What do you mean?” The tone of her voice didn‘t change. It sounded almost grumpy now.

He looked over his shoulder with a grin, but didn’t answer. Whatever that was supposed to mean.

That she had an ‘attitude’ was true to an extent, though, and couldn’t be denied. But what did he expect? That he could kidnap Spider and her without any protest, without any fuss? No way.

A snarl.

The girl looked up, startled by the noise. Her ears turned forward again, trying to rotate them into the direction of the sound. She glanced at the corporal in front of her. He has heard it too, also not sure where it came from. His ears were on alert, his eyes wide and his tail swishing behind him. His index finger was on the trigger of his gun, ready to shoot.

A high-pitched howl, almost like a cackle.

She whirled around. Nothing. Slowly, she stepped closer towards Lyle. Unfortunately he was her only chance of safety, as they had stripped her of all her weapons. She was helpless without him.

“Stay sharp,” he murmured, tension clear in his posture.

A beat.

Then, four slender nantangs — viperwolves — emerged from the trees and bushes around them, circling them snarling. Their pitch-black, silky skin glistened in the light, lime green eyes gleaming with hostility.

“These fuckers again?” Lyle growled.

“Do not shoot,” the girl warned him, but the warning fell on deaf ears.

The Na'vi crouched down, legs bent in a defensive stance. Her stomach had churned as soon as she spotted the creatures and her ears were folded back. She gulped, her throat getting dry. Lyle stayed put, not moving an inch and not taking his eyes off of the animals. His ears and tail betrayed his emotional state, though. He was on edge, understandably. These sharp claws and teeth were not to be messed him.

The wolves haven’t attacked yet, meaning they were only waiting for the perfect moment. These animals were intelligent enough to understand that only one of the two was armed. They were also already familiar with every sorts of guns since the sky people had invaded the planet.

The only ‘lucky’ thing about this whole situation: They usually hunted in larger groups. Much larger. And these ones also seemed young. Inexperienced. They seemed unsure, if they should even attack at all. One snarled and a clicking sound escaped its throat to communicate with the others. Lyle had his rifle pointed at the largest one, not letting himself get distracted.

“Uhm,” the girl broke the tense silence, voice filled with distress. If even one of them attacked her, it was over. She couldn’t defend herself.

“Stay cool,” Lyle answered, his tone steady which made her nervousness only grow. Her mind reeled and she felt her heartbeat pound uncomfortably in her throat.

And then everything went too fast to comprehend.

As she turned her front to one wolf, she turned her back to another. And that one took its chance, hauling himself towards her with a guttural growl and outstretched claws, ready to sink them into her cobalt blue skin.

But Lyle was faster. He grabbed her arm with his strong hand, pulling her away from the beast and practically threw her to the side. She let out a scream in surprise and fell to the ground with a thump and a groan. Her hip, on which she landed, stung but she ignored it. The viperwolf hissed hatefully, when he noticed he didn’t manage to strike her and fell to the ground as well.

Four gun shots, pained shrieking and hissing.

The girl flinched away with a wince, pressing her eyes shut and shielding her face with her arms. She could only hear the typical chittering and growling, practically waiting for some pointy teeth to bore into her flesh or sharp claws to rip her skin apart.

But that never happened.

The noises subsided, the animals scurried away and she dared to open her eyes. In her immediate sight was the recombinant corporal, still standing tall, rifle in his hands and next to him, two of the viperwolves’ bodies. Lifeless. Crimson blood was seeping out of their bullet wounds.

She gasped. In relief or shock, she wasn’t even sure herself. Lyle turned to her, after making sure the other two fled. He swung his gun onto his back.

“You okay?” he asked, crouching next to her and looking her up and down for any injuries. Nothing was bleeding, so that was at least a relief. He studied her face. She did look frightened, though. Her golden yellow eyes were wide and her full lips parted, making her little fangs poke out on the sides. She was still panting and her ears were tightly pinned to her head, where her jet black hair had gotten a bit messy.

God, did she look good.

“Why did you kill them?” she snapped at him and pointed to the corpses a few feet from them with her three-fingered hand. Her hairless brows were pulled together.

He blinked. That was the opposite of how he expected her to react, but she was always good for a surprise, he knew that by now.

“‘Cause they were ‘boutta rip us to shreds?” he retorted.

“They are animals. It is their nature.”

He rolled his eyes, deepening her scowl even further. He didn’t need this eco-lecture right now. He saved her and this was her gratitude?

“You–” she began, but stopped when she got interrupted by a sneeze.

He snorted. “You allergic to thanking people?”

She ignored his comment and scrunched up her nose. It was weirdly itchy all of a sudden. She tried to rub it away, but it didn’t help in the slightest. Like an itch you couldn’t scratch. It was insufferable. “Wha–”

Her arms started to tickle now, making her rub over them as well. Her eyes were filled with confusion and worry, not knowing what was happening.

Lyle’s arrogant grin has vanished as well, noticing something in her behavior was not right. “What’s wrong?”

She ran a hand through her hair in stress to get it out of her face. As her fingers slid across her forehead, it felt weirdly sticky. Was she sweating? Yes. She was panting even.

“I– I do not know.” Her voice sounded meek. “I feel so itchy and… sticky.”

He placed the back of his hand on her forehead, wanting to feel her temperature. She was right, she was indeed hot. Literally.

Her legs began to tingle. First the ankles, then her knees. Slowly creeping up…

“What is happening?” she asked him, even though she knew he had no clue either.

“I–” he breathed out through his nose. His face was scrunched in stressful thinking, creating wrinkles between his eyebrows. “Let’s get you back. I ain’t no medic.”

She firmly shook her head and mewled, pulling her legs closer to her body. “I can’t.”

“Yeah, you can. Come on.” He placed one of his huge palms on her shoulder and one under her knee, debating wether to carry her back to his squad. That idea was quickly discarded, as she moaned in pain the second he touched her. He quickly retreated his hands, holding them up in the air. “Sorry.”

She heaved herself to the nearest tree to lean her head against it, before closing her eyes. She was so exhausted. The rough fabric of his gloves, as they glided over her smooth skin, were too much. Unbearable. And this god-awful sweat was making her only feel worse.

She opened her eyes again and Lyle immediately noticed her pupils have dilated significantly. This was definitely not normal. He leaned in closer with a concentrated expression, making her feel his breath on her face. So warm…

The Na'vi ripped her gaze from his handsome face and as she looked down on the forest floor, she noticed a plant she probably squished when Lyle had thrown her out of the way. It was only then she realized, how its pollen were sticking to her skin. She turned her arm in front of her face, expression still confused. They had a unique pink glow to them, almost like—

Oh.

Fuck.

Her face dropped as soon as she realized and recognized the plant she had literally bathed in. Tawtsngal. Meaning, sky cup, which was basically just an aphrodisiac — a plant to increase sex drive. Many Na'vi women used it to attract mates, but this was not the situation the young girl imagined, in which she would use it for the first time herself.

“Kehe, no,” she muttered under her breath and tried to wipe the pollen off of her. For that it was already far too late, though. The plant’s effects weren’t that severe, if the dosage was right. But the whole plant was too much, by far.

“What? What is it?” Lyle urged and scooted closer to her, making her wavering gaze flick up to his face. Has he always been so… big?

“It is the plant,” she murmured, not taking her wide eyes off of him. The amber almost completely swallowed by her black pupils. She was practically ogling him. His ears twitched, confused by her behavior.

“So you are allergic?”

She shook her head, making her hair fall over shoulders. Her look was pleading now, begging for it to stop. The strange tingling sensation had reached her thighs. The heat had gotten even worse. She groaned out again and squeezed her eyes shut.

“Stay with me,” he tried to make her open her eyes again, fearing she would pass out. Even though she hadn’t reacted well to his touch the first time he tried, he tried again, sliding his left hand behind her neck to steady her head. His thumb rested on her jawline.

Her eyes fluttered open at the tingling sensation from his touch and she whimpered. Automatically she grasped his outstretched arm with her right hand, clinging to it desperately. Her grip tightened unconsciously, as she felt the hard muscles under his striped skin. She let her hooded eyes wander over his veiny forearm, to his bulky biceps. It was huge, probably as big as her head. His unusual tattoo, which was dragged across his whole inner forearm, shined in the light peeking through the thick trees above them. No Na'vi man she had ever met was even close to his broadness, as the men from her clan had normally less body fat and less muscle in general. It was new for her. And somehow interesting. Endearing.

He noticed it all. From her lingering eyes to her tongue poking out to wet her lips. Even if he was used to girls looking at him, this was different. Much different. He wasn’t used to it from her. He couldn’t comprehend how the Na'vi girl, who always threw him dirty looks and only ever answered in a snippy tone, could now look at him like this. Almost hypnotized, like he was the most delicious snack she’s ever seen.

He couldn’t quite bring himself to enjoy the attention though, because this was just abnormal at this point.

He opened his mouth, about to ask again what this plant was, but he paused.

His nose twitched and his ears perked up, as he felt a sudden, sweet scent flooding his senses. It smelt inviting, almost captivating. What the hell was happening? His gaze fell from her face, taking a look at the rest of her body. As it landed on her legs, he noticed how tense her muscles were. Weirdly clenched together, like she had a cramp. Or something.

His mouth parted and his eyes slightly widened as it hit him.

Oh.

She squirmed, still sitting on the ground. The heat had reached her core, making her feel a tightness in her abdomen and a pulse right on her clitoris. She felt it quivering, begging for a touch. This was nothing she had ever experienced before. It was unbearable. She needed to do something, fast.

Lyle had heard about these types of plants before, used for increasing arousal. Before the recombinants started their mission, they had a lot of briefings about all sorts of things which were important to know about their new bodies. Now he wished he would’ve paid attention.

“It hurts,” she whimpered, her ears dropping. Lyle didn’t know what to do, only staring at her flushed face and overheated body. The realization what was wrong didn’t help much, if he was honest. What was he supposed to do about it? He never thought he would have to deal with a prisoner falling into some sort of sex plant on his watch.

“Where?” he asked hoarsely, already knowing the answer. He wanted her to tell him, nonetheless. His left hand was still resting on the side of her neck, now gently caressing it with one finger in an attempt to soothe her.

She mewled again, embarrassed by having to actually say it. But her mind was stuffed with other thoughts, the embarrassment falling short. Her bent legs were still pressing together in an uncomfortable position. She lifted her free arm and dug the heel of her hand into her abdomen above her loincloth, trying to make the pressure go away. “There.”

His broad nose twitched again. Of course, he still smelled her. Her arousal dripping out and wetting her tiny cloth. It drove him mad. The enhanced senses from his new body were already pain enough on their own, but this was making it ten times worse. It was new for him too and took all of his existing willpower to not do something stupid. In his human years, he had jumped at every chance on any girl that let him, taking them whenever they wanted. But this was different. She was different. And even if he knew it was wrong, he couldn’t prevent himself from hardening.

“Yeah, I know.” He nodded, validating her overwhelming sensations. “I know.”

Her expression was like she was in pain, begging silently with her teary eyes. “Can you help me?”

His jaw clenched. Goddamn it. She wasn’t making this easy for him, that was for sure.

“I– Yeah, I can keep watch, while you, uh, take care of yourself, a’ight?”

She whined in frustration and grasped his arm tighter. “Please, I can’t– I don’t know–”

This was her first time feeling these intense longings and she had no idea what to do. Of course, she knew the basics. People masturbated or had sex, it was no secret. But did she know what to do? How to do it? Not really. Having waited for her first time with her lifelong mate sounded like a really stupid idea right about now.

Lyle’s eyebrows knitted in confusion. “What do you mean, you don’t know?”

Her red face got even redder and she kept squirming around, trying to create friction with her legs. It wasn’t working very well.

“I do not know how.”

She looked down in shame, the tip of her tail curling and thumping on the ground. He blinked. What?

“You don’t know… how to make yourself come?” His voice was full of confusion, as this was downright absurd to him. Imagining not being able to bust a nut made him shiver internally. Sounded like a horrible life.

She couldn’t bring herself to verbally answer, so she only shook her head. The pressure only got worse, as she could feel her pussy pulsating with desperation. She knew what she needed, just wasn’t able to give it to her herself.

“Please”, she tried again. “Help me.”

Lyle exhaled sharply. Her begging did more for him than she realized. Her voice was so soft, filled with arousal, making his rock-hard dick twitch in his cargos. But it still felt wrong. He didn’t want to take advantage of her state, he wasn’t like that.

He looked into her eyes one more time, seeing his own reflection in her wide-blown pupils and sighed through his nose.

“I could show you.”

Her ears perked up and she nodded frantically, sitting up straighter. “Thank you.”

He inhaled sharply and peeled his gloves off, before throwing them aside. She waited for him to start, but at the same time he waited for her to take her little loincloth off. He glanced at it.

“You gotta take that off.”

The Na’vi tipped her ears back, but nodded hesitantly. She already felt exposed enough with her clothing on when being next to a sky person, but she tried to ignore her embarrassment and nervousness. Her need for relief was greater anyway.

She released his left arm from her grip and opened the knots on her piece of clothing with shaky hands, before pulling it down. She was avoiding his eyes the whole time. Lyle noticed her nervous state and swiped some loose strands of hair out of her face. Some were sticking to her forehead or cheeks due to her sheen of sweat.

He helped her pull the cloth all the way down over her ankles and discarded it to the side. The wet splotch on it was noticed by him, but not commented. If he was completely honest, he found it hot as fuck.

Her face was now burning, feeling way too exposed in front of a stranger and most importantly enemy. She kept her legs closed, shielding her dripping pussy from his gaze. He already saw it anyway and had to stop himself from groaning out at the sight.

The corporal didn’t know if it was his new younger body or just the girl herself that made his hormones go crazy like that. Either way, he couldn’t remember a moment where he had ever been this horny. He was careful not to rub against his pants too much, scared that would already do it for him.

That he was attracted to her wasn’t really news to him, as he already had to admit it to himself in the forest, on the day they took her. She did look good as hell, beautiful even. How her top only shielded what was necessary and how her loincloth swayed in front of her legs when she walked. That plump ass was always on display too, making it often hard for him to look away.

Lyle scooted closer, sitting directly next to her and leaning his shoulder on the same tree as her. The hand he formerly had on her neck was now propped up on the ground.

“Gotta open your legs, buttercup,” he spoke quietly in her ear. He didn’t rush her though, patiently waiting. She felt her core tighten as the nickname reached her hazy brain. Slowly, she forced her legs open, scrunching her face up, as the fresh air hit her wetness.

“Gimme your hand,” he said, reaching out with his. The girl glanced up at his face unsurely, but lifted hers for him to take. His demon hand was huge, almost engulfing hers completely.

He led it down her stomach and it dawned on her, what he was about to do. But he stopped right over her clit, making her squirm once again. She was ready. She wanted this, she needed this, feeling the anticipation grow more intense very quickly.

“You sure?“ he murmured. The Na'vi nodded eagerly, mouth parted.

“Yes. Please.”

His stomach tingled, as he heard her pleading leave her lips. Who was he to deny her?

He slid her hand further down and when her finger finally made contact with her throbbing clit, she almost jumped. Groaning out in pleasure, she let her head fall against his strong shoulder. One corner of his mouth twitched upwards at her intense reaction to this simple touch.

“Feels good?”

She moaned with sealed lips in response, making him huff out a laugh. Never has he seen someone this responsive, this eager. He blamed the plant.

As his hand was placed over hers, he began to move her finger in circular motions over her clit, shooting waves of pleasure through her body. His palm was warm on the back of her hand.

“You just do it like that,” the recom explained. “Not so difficult, huh?”

She hummed and closed her eyes, wanting to relish in the feeling she needed so badly and had waited so long for. The burning and itching has already subsided as soon as she has begun to stimulate her sex.

He slid further down towards her hole, but almost slipped due to her pussy being so wet. His eyebrows shot up.

“Damn,” he muttered under his breath. She was dripping.

She tucked her bottom lip behind her teeth and looked down at his and her own hand, drawing circles on her clit — together. His finger guiding hers. Almost with every stroke at the sensitive spot, she felt her core tighten and pulsating.

“You gotta tell me what feels best, yeah?” he reminded her.

“Mhm. This,” she answered quietly. Even if she still felt pathetic, she couldn’t stop if she wanted to. Feeling this intense pleasure was something completely new for her and she loved it.

Lyle actually wasn’t doing any better. More like worse. His erection was tight and uncomfortable in his pants and he was able to smell her slick gushing out of her. Her soft hair was tickling his face, as she leaned into him more and more. He didn’t want to complain though, and reminded himself they weren’t doing this just because. She needed his help, that was all. Nothing more, nothing less.

She started to move her finger faster, more frantically, and some moans she wasn’t able to suppress slipped through her lips. Lyle noticed she was now doing well on her own and retreated his hand, placing it on her inner thigh instead and just watched her pleasuring herself right in front of him. He wanted to notice and take in every little detail in her demeanor, her body language and facial expressions. He wanted to burn this image into his mind, if it was possible.

The girl whined in protest and slowed her movements down, feeling like she couldn’t do it on her own. She desperately clawed into his leg resting beside her, with the hand that wasn’t occupied with something else. “It is not enough.”

He looked at her from above, seeing the skin between her brows crinkle in concentration. Her cheeks were tinted a slight purplish color, he assumed she was still feeling hot and sweaty.

“You need more?” he asked gravelly. She nodded.

He let his hand slide down and she already thought about where this would go. She held her breath, as she waited in anticipation. Then, she felt one of his fingers prod against her entrance, making her gasp and jump.

“Relax.” He bit back a chuckle. “It’ll feel real good.”

The worked-up Na'vi tried to do as she was told. She breathed out shakily, preparing herself for his finger. Slowly and carefully, he pushed one in, feeling her soft and slick walls engulf and clench around it. Luckily, this was easy with how wet she was and he was quickly knuckle-deep inside of her. She lifted one hand up to her face and held it in front of her mouth, but Lyle heard her little moans and gasps anyway. One finger and she was already reacting this much. He almost wanted to scoff — not out of spite, but out of disbelief.

She started to rub her clit again, much messier than before, now that he didn’t guide her anymore. He couldn’t suppress the smirk forming on his face. It was entertaining to watch her fall apart and even though his dick strained painfully against his cargos, he did get pleasure out of doing this. In some twisted way, he also found it endearing having to teach her. At the end of the day, she got off on his skill.

“Mm!” She pressed her nails into his leg again and screwed her eyes shut. The waves of pleasure have suddenly intensified and she was quickly overwhelmed. Her movements became sloppier and her legs twitched.

But it vanished again and a tiny rush of disappointment flashed through her. She opened her eyes with a gasp.

“Were you close?” Lyle asked, being familiar with the usual reactions from women shortly before their orgasm.

Well, was she? She knew what he meant, but how would she know? “I don’t know.”

He suppressed an eye-roll. “What’d you feel? Tell me.”

Despite his question, he didn’t pull his finger out of her and started to move it, pressing it up against her walls. She gasped again, feeling a strong tingling sensation in her whole abdomen and even her thighs. She twitched forward in reaction, pressing herself more into his hand with every stroke of his finger against her spongy insides. This made her neglect her clit, however.

“Uhm, it– it felt warmer than before.” She gulped. How could she even describe such an intense feeling to him?

He nodded. “Keep touching yourself.”

She did what he said, rubbing her clit in irregular circles. Quickly, she sensed the feeling coming back, slowly but surely. She balled her other hand into a small fist and tensed her abs, trying to ready herself to finally let go. To release. To break free from this damned plant.

“I–” she began, but broke off. Lyle still knew what she wanted to bring across and kept stroking her tight walls from the inside, while she stimulated her clit.

“Yeah, you feel that? That’s it.” His husky voice made her clench around his finger and let out another moan. Her legs were suddenly shaking from exhaustion, but this wasn’t going to distract them. It did, however, make Lyle a little bit proud.

Almost there… She was so close, almost pushing herself over the edge, already feeling it. She concentrated so hard, clenched her hole and flexed her abs, digging her heels into the forest ground, trying to come undone.

But it just wouldn’t work.

She cried out and let her hand fall away. Still unsatisfied, tears of frustration began to sting in her eyes. Surprised by her reaction, he pulled his finger out as well, letting her see the slick covering it and running over his hand.

“I cannot do it,” she whispered, breathing heavily, and ran her clean hand over her forehead and hair.

He sighed and suddenly moved his arms away, making her look up at him with big eyes. His gaze was directed at the clasps of his tactical vest on his shoulders, loosening them and taking the whole thing off, leaving him in the sleeveless green shirt he always wore under it. He pushed it aside and turned his head back to the girl. She was busy staring at his chest, trying to see his muscles ripple under the clothing. He had to suppress a mean joke, secretly liking her attention. Never had he seen a girl being this whipped by his appearance, but he wouldn’t dare to complain.

“C’mere.”

He leaned against the tree with his back, legs outstretched and she felt his strong hands grabbing her waist.

“What–” She was cut off, as he placed her between his legs and wrapped his arms around her waist, stroking her thighs in a soothing manner. Her head and back were resting against his chest. This position felt much more intimate and she grabbed both of his forearms to steady herself. She also couldn’t see his face anymore, which was a tiny bit disappointing, but she pushed it aside.

“What are you doing?”

“Helpin’ you out.” His current smirk could be heard from his voice alone and her pussy clenched at the promise.

Right after he answered, she already felt his finger at her entrance, sliding in smoothly. She wanted to busy herself with her clit again, but his other hand swatted it away. Before she could question him, his own two fingers were now rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves in tight circles, while his other one was buried in her hole. The girl twitched in his embrace, mouth falling open. His motions were much more sure, much more precise than hers and felt twenty times better than when she attempted the same.

“Oh–!”

“Shh,” he shushed her, his mouth very close to her ear. “Don’t think and just enjoy it. You can do it.”

And she did, leaning back against his broad chest and closing her eyes in bliss. The familiar feeling already returned, making her clench her core. She felt him push a second finger in and emitted a moan. The delicious stroking of him inside of her, mixed with the clitoral stimulation was just right, just perfect. She pressed her eyes shut and clawed her nails into his arms.

The waves of her approaching release were overwhelming, getting stronger with each passing second. She bit down on her bottom lip and subconsciously wrapped her tail around his thigh. Hers were already shaking.

She was close. So close, she just needed a last push.

“C’mon, let go.”

And she did. With a gasp, she felt herself release the pleasure she has built up since the very beginning. Her first ever orgasm practically crashed down on her, making her body twitch and squirm. Finally, the pressure was released and made her whole lower half feel warm and fuzzy with overwhelming sensations. Lyle was giving his best to keep her still and fucked her through her high with his fingers. Her eyes tightly closed, she was still clinging to his arms, as they have been the nearest support she could get a hold of.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he drawled out in a low voice. “What a good girl.”

One last time she clenched down on his fingers as the praise left his lips and groaned out, before slowly relaxing her muscles.

Still panting her orgasm subsided steadily, leaving her a sweaty mess between his legs. She closed her eyes in exhaustion. Her legs were still twitching uncontrollably, but her hands were loosening the bruising grip on his arms.

The hand which had stimulated her clit, was just resting on her inner thigh now and he slowly pulled the fingers from his other hand out of her, leaving her feel weirdly empty. Lyle thought about letting her lick his fingers clean or letting her watch him do it, but that would probably send her into a coma with how innocent she was acting.

The Na'vi gulped, wetting her dry throat. She closed her legs, resting her knees against each other and was expecting the pulse on her pussy to go away soon. She has had an orgasm now, so the pollen should’ve lost their effect… right?

Well, that didn’t happen.

She grumbled and sat up straighter, starting to feel frustrated. Again. When would this shit end?

She didn’t know how to tell him either, her embarrassment growing.

“It is not gone,” she whispered, ears low and tail curling in his lap. He looked at her with tight lips. He didn’t want to say it, but he already suspected something like this. He thought to remember, how the scientists warned him and his squad about this plant, because the pollen would only leave the system if the body had sex. It is not about the orgasm itself, it is about the specific sexual practice.

This just got even more complicated.

Not that he didn’t want to have sex with her, who was he to say no to that? His problem was more complex than that. She didn’t even like him – understandably – and was now forced to do this with him.

“Lyle,” she whimpered and shuffled in front of him. She didn’t know what to read into his silence and was concerned by the new pressure growing in her stomach, once again.

As soon as he heard his name leave her lips, his big ears perked up and he couldn’t suppress the quiet groan rumbling in his throat. His dick twitched in his pants, already leaking into his boxers.

She had never called him by his first name before. Why would she? They were on two different sides, fighting against each other in the escalating war. If she wasn’t in this helpless state, she wouldn’t even have done it. But she was and her ability to think rationally decreased with every passing minute she didn’t feel his dick inside her.

The corporal grabbed her by the waist and stood up on his knees, before placing her in front of the tree, switching their positions. She bit her lip while he thought about how he would take her. He assumed, she didn’t want to see his face the whole time and truthfully, he feared coming too fast in that position. It was too intimate. The eye contact, the closeness. Everything.

“Turn around,” he ordered and she had this confused look in her eyes again. He looked back and for a few seconds they were just gazing into each others eyes. Her pupils were still as dilated as in the beginning.

The Na'vi girl broke the eye contact first, suddenly not wanting him to see her and feeling insecure. She probably looked so stupid; messy hair, sweaty face, teary eyes. She quickly turned around, now facing the tree and clinging to the trunk with both hands. He kneeled close behind her.

To him, she looked gorgeous. The fucked out expression from only his fingers did a lot of things to him — and to his dick.

She expected him to finally open his pants and fuck her brains out, feeling like she was already dripping onto the ground. But not yet. Rough palms were placed on her hips, softly caressing them, before sliding them over her ass cheeks. She closed her eyes for a moment, liking the gentle touch of his big hands. One hand wandered lightly over her back. Her body shivered. She looked so good like this. Bare ass right in front of his crotch, her silky hair flowing over her back. He feared losing control over his urges, feeling like an animal in heat. Maybe some of the pollen have reached him as well. Or maybe not. Didn’t matter now anyway.

“You really want this?” He wanted to hear it, even if he knew, she didn’t have much of a choice. She nodded in response, turning her head to press her cheek to the tree trunk and looked at him out of the corner of her eye. Her clit was throbbing and her hole was begging to be filled. The anticipation felt like torture.

“Please hurry.”

His warm hands left her to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants. He exhaled through his nose and clenched his teeth when the materials rubbed over his painfully hard erection, before he carefully pulled his pants down to his mid-thigh. And then finally his boxers, letting his leaking dick jump out. He let out a groan, almost a growl, in relief, making the girl clench around nothing. She loved hearing him.

Painfully craning her neck over her shoulder, she still couldn’t see much. While digging her fingers harder into the bark, she pushed her ass back, wanting to egg him on. This made his dick slide over her ass cheeks and him moan in surprise.

Even if he tried to keep his strength at bay, he bored his fingers into her hips and took a moment to just admire the sight in front of him. His hard dick leaking onto her smooth skin, her round ass touching his thighs, her small back arching only for him.

Getting a little shy from his stare, she tried to shield her private parts with her tail and it was lashing out wildly against his toned stomach. He didn’t know if it was out of nervousness or anticipation. Maybe both. He brought one hand up to grab her tail and pulled it upwards, revealing both of her holes to him. She gasped and the tips of her ears flushed even more in shame.

He clenched his jaw, his mind reeling with inappropriate thoughts. Truth be told, he didn’t really know if it would fit, but he would give his best. From fingering her, he already knew how tight she actually was, but still hoped he could make it work.

The recom slid two fingers over the outside of her wet pussy lips and the girl whined. With his other hand, he gripped her one thigh and pulled her ass further back, making her arch more. She felt the tree bark dig into the soft flesh of her cheek, but she ignored it. Her hands already hurt from how tight she was gripping the tree. Nevertheless her focus was on Lyle only, waiting in agony to finally feel him.

“You ready?” He wrapped his hand around his dick, lining it up with her glistening, inviting heat. His tail twitched in excitement and he had to use all of his mental and physical strength to not just ram into her and fuck her stupid. He wasn’t that mean.

She hummed in response, her tone still shy, but nobody could blame her, really.

He soothingly caressed her hip. “A’ight. Tell me when you want me to stop.”

She already knew she wouldn’t want that, but she appreciated the gesture.

Bracing herself physically and mentally, she waited impatiently and writhed before him. As she felt the pressure of his tip at her entrance — the moment she has now waited so long for — she automatically twitched away from him in surprise. But he didn’t let himself be swayed by that and pressed the blue-purplish head to her slickness while he kept massaging her clit to ease the penetration.

She let out another moan and buried her face in her arm. Her tail was curled into a C-shape above her back by now, with the fuzzy end still twitching.

Slowly, he pushed his hips forward and ground his teeth against each other. She was so goddamn tight, it was unbelievable. Even if it was embarrassing to admit; the view, the feeling, the location, her gave him literal butterflies and made his brain hazy. All he could think about was her.

Then, both gasped in ecstasy as his tip was finally engulfed by her pussy.

“Oh, fuck,” he growled under his breath.

Lyle really wanted to give her more time to adjust, but it was impossible. His hips practically bucked forward on their own, pushing more of him inside her. One of her hands shot behind her, trying to grab his thigh and hold him back, overwhelmed by the intrusion. He ignored it.

She whimpered in response to his girthy length, tensing her abs and breathing raggedly. Comparing it to this, his fingers had been nothing. His dick stretched her walls far more, creating a stinging sensation and making her jaw go slack and her eyes squeeze shut. It hurt.

He closed his eyes for just a second, trying to keep at least some composure. If she would continue gripping him this hard, he definitely wouldn’t last.

“Relax, relax,” he urged through clenched teeth. “It’ll hurt less.”

This was only half the reason, though. Yes, it would hurt less, but he also didn’t want to come already. He wanted to give her everything she needed. And more.

She tried her best to do so, but it didn’t really make a difference in her perception. He was just big, and wasn’t even fully in yet.

Inching his way in as carefully as possible, both groaned and gasped and panted, their lewd noises mixing in the stiflingly hot air around them.

After an unbearably long time for both of them, his thighs met the swell of her ass — he had bottomed out. Completely. Filling her up to the brim and stuffing her full, letting her feel him in her stomach.

Lyle let out an animalistic growl, hunching over her smaller body. The girl was clenching around him like she wanted to strangle his dick.

“Goddamn it– Fuck!” he cursed in a strained voice. “You grippin’ me like I’m gonna run away.”

She heard the slightly mocking tone out of his voice and wanted to grumble at his joke. But she couldn’t. She felt like she couldn’t breathe. Her mouth has fallen open, but no tone was able to come out.

“Don’t worry, babygirl. I ain’t going anywhere.”

She wanted to scold him for making fun of her in this situation and tell him how stupid and ridiculous he was, but she actually liked it. She liked his pet names and she liked his attitude. If this was the plant’s fault or not, was a concern for sometime else.

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she felt like her whole lower torso was on fire. The stinging pain slowly transitioned into pleasure, as her hole got accustomed to his size. While arching her back even further into him, she pressed her face into the tree, even liking the slight pain this brought her. She retreated her hand from behind her and clawed it into the tree again.

When he noticed she was getting used to the feeling, he drew his hips back, until only his tip remained in her. She inhaled deeply — no, gasped for air — as the pressure of having his entire dick inside of her vanished.

“Ah–”

“You’re doing so good,” he praised her, while breathing heavily. She still heard the smirk in his voice. “Wasn’t sure if it would fit.”

She just moaned with closed lips, unable to form a sentence. He took that as motivation to continue.

Lyle wanted to pounce into her like there was no tomorrow, wanted to make her see stars, wanted to fuck her brainless. But he didn’t. Not yet, anyway. Instead, he gently slid back into her, making both of them moan. Slowly and steadily he continued this, wanting her to get completely accustomed to the feeling first. To the stretch and the pain. And the pleasure, of course.

He removed his hands from her hips and wrapped his arms around her torso, pulling her away from the tree and encompassing her whole body with his. His thick arms around her, his cheek pressed against her hair, his hips rocking into her in steady thrusts. She felt his hot breath on her ear, making it twitch.

“Oh, sran! Rutxe, rutxe–” she babbled overwhelmed and could only cling to his arms for support, taking his entire length over and over again.

“Don’t know what you said, but it sounded hot.”

She clenched down on him as his gravelly voice reached her ears and he smirked. He loved the obvious effect he had on her, making his enormous ego even bigger.

The Na'vi couldn’t comprehend anything anymore. All her senses were overwhelmed by him. Screwing her teary eyes shut, she heard his ragged breathing and delicious groans, smelt his intoxicating scent and, of course, felt him. Felt his muscles flexing around her, his chin rubbing against her head, his legs pressing against hers and his dick pumping inside her.

He didn’t speed up though, which made her grow frustrated. She tried to push back against him in his rhythm, but it wasn’t enough. She needed more.

“Please go faster.” Her voice was filled with desperation. A request this sweet couldn’t be denied by him. He picked up his pace, automatically thrusting harsher and drawing moan after moan out of her.

He decided to test the waters and moved one of his hands down, right above her pussy, and pressed his palm on her lower stomach. Her jaw dropped open at the stinging but exciting sensation and she would’ve doubled over, if he didn’t have her secured in his arms.

“Lyle!” she shrieked out and his dick twitched, as his name passed over her lips. He stopped and stayed inside of her, making her squirm.

“You feel it?” he murmured with a grin, still pressing down. The Na'vi felt tears in her eyes, but nodded and whimpered.

“C’mon, say it.” Maybe it was a bit mean… But he was Lyle Wainfleet. A little bit of teasing was part of the job.

“Yes!” she pressed out, overwhelmed by all the sensations she was feeling all at once. “Yes, I feel you.”

He nodded once with the same grin, satisfied with her answer, before continuing to fuck into her sore pussy from behind. The lewd squelching noises made her face flush in embarrassment. Lyle, however, turned this on even more and motivated him to go rougher. He felt like he lost himself more with every push into her tight warmth. His actions weren’t really in his control anymore. The only thing thinking right now was his dick.

Wanting to push her to her second orgasm faster, he found her clit again. His thrusts did not falter.

The girl moaned in appreciation, feeling the fuzzy warmth spread in her lower torso once again. Now that she was already familiar with it she let it happen, trying to stay as relaxed as possible. The steady pace of his thick length stroking her walls and the simultaneous stimulation from his fingertips were perfect.

She felt herself slowly approaching her second high and turned her head to the side, pressing her cheek against his shoulder.

“Please don’t stop!” she begged him with a strained voice, making him close his eyes and bury his nose in her hair.

“Don’t worry.”

Practically drowning in his scent, she squeezed her eyes shut, not being able to focus on anything anyway. His voice had sent a shiver down her back, but she kept concentrating on the intense pleasure he was providing. She still felt his dick in her stomach, going in an out, hitting her g-spot every time. Her walls clenched around him again and he readied himself for her release, trying not to come himself.

“You got this, babygirl.”

And that was it.

The low growl in his voice mixed with the physical impressions did it for her and sent her over the edge. Shaking and moaning, the wave of her second orgasm took her breath away and literally made her see stars behind her eyelids. The pressure she had been plagued with for so long shattered and the fire in her lower stomach exploded, making her squirm and writhe in his tight grip. His movements didn’t change one time, even when her legs dared to give up.

Lyle ground his teeth against each other, trying to distract himself from how hard she was gripping him. He didn’t want to come. He couldn’t. He had to remind himself this wasn’t for him, it was for her. Only her. It would be wrong and as much as his balls were aching to release his seed, he had to hold himself back. He simply didn’t have the right.

Heavily breathing and gasping for air, she went limp in his embrace and trusted him to hold her upwards. And he did, tightening his buff arms around her smaller frame to keep her pressed up against his front. His dick was still pulsating inside of her, long and hard, but his fingers had fallen away from her clit. Her pussy felt fucked raw, now pulsating uncomfortably.

But even if she felt sweaty, worn-out and exhausted she steadied herself again, waiting for him to continue so he could release as well. She didn’t know a lot about sex, but she did know that he hasn’t had his orgasm yet.

But he never did continue.

After their breaths had calmed down, she felt his arms loosen and him shuffling further back. As he pulled his dick out without a warning, she let out a quiet groan and twitched forward. It felt weirdly uncomfortable. Empty.

What was he doing? Why did he pull out?

The bliss of her orgasm was gone, more suddenly than she would’ve expected. Confused and not understanding the situation, she created even more distance between them. She couldn’t quite yet comprehend what had happened.

The Na'vi turned around and sat down on the forest floor in exhaustion, leaning against the tree again and was now facing him. Just in time to see him stuff his throbbing erection back into his cargo pants. Still dripping with her juices. Now seeing his dick for the first time she couldn’t help but stare and wonder, how it even fit inside of her. He was so long and thick. The tip had a slight purple coloring and around the base were a few pale stripes.

However, the lewd sight made her blush again and she quickly looked away. Not before glancing up at his face though, but she quickly regretted this decision. Apart from his slightly red head, there was no indication on him of what just happened between them. None. He didn’t even look at her. His expression was… cold. Just like how he always looked. Normal.

What was wrong? Why didn’t he orgasm?

She gulped. Feeling painfully uncomfortable and exposed in front of him, she pulled her legs closer to her chest and curled her tail around herself. With a sad, almost panicked expression she ran both of her hands over her hair. The effort to look as unfazed as Lyle was there, but not sufficient. Her hair was untypically frizzy and her entire body was sticky with sweat, glistening in the sun. Even though the problem with the plant was now solved, she didn’t feel better in the slightest. She felt worse. Horrible.

Thousands of questions whirled through her head, only increasing her anxiety.

Was she so repulsive, that he wouldn’t even use her for an orgasm?

“Here,” his voice interrupted her thoughts, as he held out her loincloth for her to take. Still, she didn’t look at him. She couldn’t. She wanted to flee, more than anything else right now.

Quickly she took it, practically snatched it from his grasp and hastily pulled it over her legs, before tying it around her hips. She grimaced in discomfort, as the fabric made contact with her raw pussy, praying it would hold all the moisture. Meanwhile he was putting his gloves and vest back on, before swinging his long rifle over his shoulder.

Shakily breathing out, she stood up, with wobbly legs and the tree as support. Lyle was discreetly watching, taking in her appearance. Her top was sitting a bit awkward and he thought about wether to tell her. He refrained. Instead, he slowly walked towards her, making her ears strain back in uncertainty. It was clear as day how confused and unsure she was about how to act after what happened.

As Lyle cupped her face with one of his four-fingered hands, she looked up in surprise, not knowing why he was doing this. Her tail twitched and she tried to read his facial expressions, her eyes darting across his face.

“You got somethin’ there.” With his thumb, he brushed against her cheek. She looked down, seeing a piece of tree bark falling on the ground next to her. Her gaze flickered back up to him, only to be already met with his intense gaze. The bark must have stuck to her cheek, when she was pressed against the tree. Slight amusement was sparkling in his eyes, but she could also be imagining it.

All of a sudden, she considered the closeness and touch to be uncomfortable and felt her face heat up. Lyle didn’t pay attention to her unsure awkwardness, though. He only stared at her, taking in her flawless face. Maybe it was his still erected dick thinking, but he wanted to kiss her pretty lips so bad, it wasn’t even funny.

As his mind was somewhere completely else, the awareness of what the Na'vi girl had just done only grew and took over her thoughts.

She had lost her innnocence to a sky demon. A demon, who had killed and destroyed what she loved and still continued to do so.

Oh, Eywa. What has she done?

The Na'vi way, bodies joining under the stars, queues linking in tsaheylu; both of you virgins, both of you clueless beyond whispered stories from other clans and dreamwalkers like Alma.

The shelter flap rustles, and So'lek steps in—tall, scarred, his non-Sarentu heritage evident in the subtle patterns of his skin and speech, a warrior from the shattered Trr'ong who joined the resistance long ago, and now chosen your clan as his. He's older, experienced, his presence commanding without effort. Nor had asked him here, trusting his guidance to ensure this sacred act is done right.

So'lek's eyes rake over you both, a low rumble in his chest. "You honor your clan," he says, voice gravelly with approval. He kneels between you, close enough that his heat radiates against your skin. "But the first time must be guided. Pleasure is Eywa's gift—rushed, it can hurt. I will show you."

Nor nods, ears flattening slightly in deference, but his gaze on you is hungry and curious. So'lek reaches out first, his large hand cupping your cheek, thumb tracing the bioluminescent freckles along your jaw.

"Lie back, yawne," he instructs softly. "Let me prepare you."

And you obey, sinking onto the plush bedding of woven leaves and fabrics, your loincloth feeling too tight, too confining around your mound. So'lek's fingers untie it with deliberate slowness, exposing your slick folds to the cool air. You gasp, thighs clenching instinctively, but he parts them gently, his amber eyes darkening as he takes in your wetness.

"Already eager," he murmurs, his approval thick in his tone. "Good. Your body knows its duty."

Nor watches, transfixed, his own arousal now straining against his covering. So'lek glances at him. "Watch and learn, young one. She needs to be ready—wet, and open, and begging."

His fingers trace your supple outer lips first, teasing the sensitive edges until you whimper, slim hips bucking.

"Patience," he chides, but there is heat in it. He dips one thick digit into your entrance, gathering your slick and spreading it upward to circle your swollen clit. The sensation is electric—sharp pleasure shooting through you, making your tail lash and your kuru twitch.

"Feel that?" So'lek growls, adding a second finger, scissoring them slowly to stretch you. "This is where you ache for seed," he tells you before glancing at Nor, "but first, she must come—her body will open more, take you deeper."

Nor leans in, breathing ragged, his hand instinctively reaching for his own cock. So'lek nods permission. "Touch yourself. Learn your rhythm, but do not spill yet."

You moan as So'lek's fingers curl inside you, hitting a spot that makes stars burst behind your eyelids. "So'lek—please—"

He chuckles darkly, leaning down to drag his tongue flat over your clit, tasting you with a filthy, wet slurp. The vibration of his growl against your cunt sends you spiraling. Nor's breathing grows ragged while his hand moves faster to stroke his cock; pre-cum beading at his flushed tip, his ridges glistening in the low light.

Meanwhile, So'lek licks you like a man dying of thirst—tongue delving deep, lapping at your slick juices while his fingers thrust in a steady rhythm. "Taste her," he commands Nor between filthy licks. "She is sweet for you."

Nor hesitates only a moment, locking eyes with you briefly before leaning in, his tongue joining So'lek's in a messy, shared feast. Their mouths work you over—So'lek sucking your clit hard while Nor laps at your entrance, drinking your arousal like nectar. The dual sensation is overwhelming; you arch off the bedding with a cry, fingers tangling in their braided hair.

"I'm—I—feel strange—", you whine as your virgin cunt clenches hard around So'lek's long fingers, gushing slick over their tongues as pleasure crashes through you, body shaking while your tail coils tight.

Then, So'lek pulls back, lips glistening with your essence, a satisfied smirk on his face. "Now she is ready." He guides Nor between your thighs, positioning him while you're still catching your breath, all dazed yet eager for more. "Link your queues first—tsaheylu makes it deeper."

Your pinkish tendrils intertwine with Nor's, the bond exploding open—his nervous hunger flooding you, your sated need echoing back. So'lek watches, stroking himself lazily.

"Enter her slow. Let her body pull you in."

And Nor pushes forward with a broken groan, his thick cock breaching you inch by inch. You gasp at the stretch—he's ridged, hot, filling you completely. Through the bond, you feel his awe, his pleasure mirroring yours. "So tight—Eywa, you're perfect—"

He bottoms out with a low groan, holding still as So'lek murmurs, "Now move. Deep thrusts—breed her properly."

Nor obeys with a few jagged nods, pulling back almost fully before thrusting in, ridges and veins dragging deliciously along your sensitive walls. The pace builds—filthy, wet slaps echoing in the shelter and mixing with your muffled mewls and moans as he fucks you hard, driven by instinct and duty. So'lek kneels closer, his hand finding your clit again, rubbing in time with Nor's thrusts.

"Feel him filling you? That's how clans are rebuilt—one seed at a time."

You keen, overwhelmed, the bond amplifying every sensation—Nor's cock pulsing inside you, So'lek's fingers relentless.

Nor's rhythm falters first, brow pinching with a pleasure-pained snarl. "I—can't hold—"

"Come inside her," So'lek commands, all gravelly and sure. "Flood her womb. Give her your child."

Nor cries out at that, hips stuttering as he buries deep, hot spurts of filling your spasming channel. You feel it through tsaheylu—his release triggering yours, clenching around him to milk every drop while you let out sounds that you haven't made before.

"Yes—oh... Eywa, please—"

However, So'lek isn't done. As Nor pulls out, cum leaking from your fluttering hole, So'lek flips and guides you onto all fours.

"My turn to show you properly, ma yawne." And then he mounts you from behind, thrusting in with one ease stroke, his larger cock stretching you further as you arch and keen for him. "Watch, Nor. This is how you claim a mate."

He fucks you relentlessly—deep, animalistic, hand fisting your braided kuru, still locked with Nor, to pull you back onto his cock. Nor, hard again, strokes himself at the sight, his eyes wide with awe. "I will fill her again," So'lek growls, "but this time, she screams."

And you do—crying out as he hits depths Nor couldn't, seed from before squelching obscenely around him. When So'lek comes, it's with a guttural snarl against your shoulder, flooding you until it drips down your thighs.

Panting and spent, you collapse between them—Nor curling protectively around you, So'lek at your back.

"We will do this until it takes," Nor whispers, hand on your belly.

So'lek nods, satisfied, as he gently drapes your linked kurus between your bodies. "Your clan will rise again. I will make sure of it."

“lo’ak!”

he turns to you, shocked and eyebrows raised, “my baby brother?… but he has a mate.”

he’s immediately standing up and making his way towards the door of your home, full intentions to go beat some sense into his brother.

you prepare yourself for him to turn back around, to realise the underlying meaning of what you’ve said, but instead he keeps moving.

you rush after him, watching as he speed walks straight to his brothers home.

“no, wait! neteyam!”

he turns his face to glance at you from the side, but he’s still moving fast. he doesn’t stop until you’ve jumped on his back.

he stumbles but regains his footing before you can both tumble to the ground, shifting you off his back.

“what baby, what?”

“aren’t you wondering what i’m even doing on tinder?”

he pauses for a second, as if the thought hadn’t even crossed his mind, then lightly shrugs.

“you’re on there to make sure lo’ak isn’t?”

the concept of you cheating hadn’t even occurred to neteyam, and you suddenly feel a lot worse at trying to even place that thought in him.

LO’AK

“lo’ak.”

“lo.”

“lo’ak.”

“yes sevin (pretty)?”

“guess who i just saw on tinder.”

“i bet it was ao’nung he’s such a little freak.”

“tsireya!”

he gasps, head snapping to you.

“tsireya?” he whisper shouts, “cute, little, innocent tsireya? ommmmmm i’m telling ao’nung”

he quickly grabs his phone from your side, a mischievous smile on his face as he searches for his friends name in his contacts.

just as quickly his smile drops, head snapping over to you and tail going rigid as his mind catches up.

“how the fuck do you know?”

his hand immediately reaches out and snatches your phone from you.

it’s only when he sees the camera recording that he dashes it back at you and pushes you off the hammock your lying in.

AO’NUNG

“oh my eywa! guess who i just found on tinder?”

“why the fuck are you on tinder?”

“…huh?”

“why. the fuck. are you on tinder?”

his eyes are burning holes into your body, and you immediately surrender.

“it’s a prank!”

you turn the phone in his direction, “look, a tiktok trend”.

he nods slowly, raising a hand to pinch your cheek slightly.

“thought so”.

JAKE

“jake, guess who i just found on tinder?”

“who baby?”

“tonowari.”

“ohhh shi, ronal’s gonna slit his throat.”

you both laugh a little, all while he’s unloading his guns.

“wait is tinder the one where they post porn?”

y/n didn’t worry about the sounds coming out of her mouth. she was with her lovers. they savored every moan she made.

she was currently at their mercy. riding quaritch’s cock while he lay on his back. varang was sitting behind her, playing with her nipples.

“oh quaritch, our little muntxate (wife) likes your thick cock.” varang smiles and bites y/n’s shoulder. y/n moans as she bounces on quaritch.

quartich slaps her ass. “course she does. likes being filled don’t you?” he latches his thumb in her lip and pulled her down towards him. “don’t you?” y/n can’t say anything but nod. quaritch grins and nods. “yeah that’s right.”

“dumb girl.” varang kisses behind y/n’s ear. she reaches down and grabs y/n’s kuru. she moans as she inspects it. she exposes the pink tendrils. varang gently touches the ends, y/n flinches.

y/n breathes in and stops riding quartich. her nerves feel like sparks as varang played with her kuru. she leans forward on quartich, her hands on his chest, curled and grasping at him. varang simply laughs behind her.

quaritch thrusts into y/n. a loud mewl leaves her, she holds her hips still and she clenches once around quaritch.

quartich throws his head back, eyes shut. “yes baby! grabbing my cock just like that. dirty slut.”

a wave of pleasure runs through y/n at his words.

“take all of him y/n, yes?” varang asks. “you’ll be a slut for us?”

“she will varang. can barely speak a word. if this is all it took to shut her up-“ he grasps y/n’s hips and pistons his hips. “shoulda fucked her hours ago.”

y/n leans back on varang. “do it varang.” quaritch orders.

varang smiles and bites her lip. she connects her kuru to y/n’s. the bond was intense. y/n felt like she was on fire, her two lovers took over her senses. varang’s hands, quaritch’s sweat. y/n loves it all.

“ride him nice and slow now. make his big cock feel so good.” varang says, her voice smooth in y/n’s ear.

“i’ll be good, varang… quartich please- too much! please!” y/n begs.

“what are you whining for? been teasing me all damn day now you can’t take some damn cock? that it?” quaritch grabs y/n hair and pulls gently.

y/n gasps and shakes her head no.

“she will. i will make sure of it.” varang says darkly.

“think so?” quartich hisses. he grabs y/n’s ass, kneading it in between in his fingers. “don’t think she can varang. you’ve made her all dumb now.”

“i could take her place.” varang’s tail wags teasingly. she laughs at y/n’s gasping.

“don’t you dare varang. he’s all mine for now.” y/n says her voice low, warning her woman.

quartich raises a brow at y/n. his cock twitched at her sudden possisive nature.

varang just hums, seeming unphased. y/n’s hips seem to start to move again on their own.

varang wraps her arms around the front of y/n. y/n intertwines a hand with hers. “you’re doing so well y/n…” varang praises quietly in y/n’s ear.

y/n nods and nuzzles up varang’s neck, as much as she could reach.

“fuck! you fucking two,” quaritch huffs. “you’re next varang. ya hear me? after i finding with this one.”

varang laughs, she hides in y/n’s shoulder, nodding.

“then you can have this cock.” y/n offers. “sound like a deal?”

𝒥𝒶𝓀𝑒

This man farts. I’m sorry, he toots. It wouldn’t be so bad if he had the sense to just do it around your home, but he got stuck in te marine humor from when he just turned 20. He still chuckles whenever he rips a fart, and often does it in public thinking nobody will notice. They do, you do, but no matter how many blank stares this man receives he just shrugs it off, uttering “you smelt it, you dealt it.”.

𝒬𝓊𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽

Doesn’t was his balls. Or ass. Miles is of the firm believe that the water running past it will do the trick. The type who’s boxers can be smelled from a 20 miles radius after he takes them off and this only got worse in his Recom body.

Gets offended when you give him body wash.

𝒯𝑜𝓃𝑜𝓌𝒶𝓇𝒾

He just has some stinky ass feet. Tonowari is constantly stomping around the sand with his wet feet and also just strolls over seaweed. They smell like the ocean in the worst way possible, reminding you of a beached fish that has died and rotted in the sun for 1,5 days. He’s just so used to the general smells of the ocean that he doesn’t even notice anymore.

𝒯𝓈𝓊’𝓉𝑒𝓎

You know exactly when he wants to kiss you, Tsu’tey the type to pull that typical guy face before leaning in. He’s usually so handsome so the cringy face he pulls with his lips puckered and eyes half lidded is a true shock to your system.

𝐿𝓎𝓁𝑒

Being bald.

𝐿𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓏

Dressing and talking like a little cholito, saying shit like “damn vato that hyna’s so fiiiiine 😩”. Absolutely not rocking the high socks in sandals combo and going on about the ‘oldies’ way too much.

“Eywa is always watching,” you had answered with a smile. To you Eywa was in every breath you took, in every drop of water you drank and branch you brushed aside. But the Skypeople did not feel that connection as deeply even when in Avatar bodies.

The two of you just sat in the clearing for a while, facing each other and breathing in calmly. You had urged Miles to close his eyes and join his hands with yours. He had given you that same look that he always does when it comes to Na’vi ways, but complied regardless.

“Feel her presence, feel her peace and let it join you,” You told him. It took him a while before he truly got it, a chill running down his spine when he felt only a snippet of that connection. It seemed as if the sounds around them became more clear, every falling leaf and drop of water suddenly audible. But it wasn’t alarming, quite the opposite in fact. He became calm, and when you felt it in his grip on your hands, you let go to caress his face.

When his golden eyes met yours, you smiled with intense admiration. He had put his own reservations aside to please you. “Oel ngati kameie.” I see you.

He repeated it in that adorable broken Na’vi of his and caressed from your face to your hair, playing with one of your beaded braids. It jingled softly and the sound reminded him of every morning he had spend watching you while you turned and tossed in your sleep. Sometimes you would turn so fast and suddenly that your braids swayed and clanked together, but you seemed to be deaf to the sound. You had been all teeth and anger when you had first met him, appearing as a demon as much to him as he did to you. But you had seen the softer sides of one another, and now Miles could not imagine having to go without the sight of your fanged smile for longer than a day.

Slowly, you brought forward the braid with your queque and offered it to him. The little pink tendrils of the queque parted the end of your braid and wiggled expectantly. It was still an odd sight to him, but strangely not unappealing as it was a part of you.

He brought his queque close to yours and locked eyes with you, your expression questioning. Without words, you asked him one last time if he was sure. Sick of the doubt, Miles interlocked your queques quickly.

Both your breaths hitched as your queques became tangled in one another. With every strand that became linked, a jolt was felt through your bodies and a new sense of your partner could be felt. When the wind blew by your back, Miles could feel the soft tickle of hair running down his spine. Not his, but yours.

He placed his hand on your chest in a testing manner and felt the pressure of it on his own. Tsaheylu had been made, a bond that could only be broken by death.

Your pupils were dilated as you stared at him, heart bouncing rapidly in your chest. He could feel your urgency, your need, his own only amplifying it.

He pulled you onto his lap and kissed you, every passionate brush of his lips against yours sending heat through both your bodies. He had never wanted you more than in this moment. To feel you, to be one with you.

When you are both sated, he lets you fall asleep in his arms, his own eyes quickly falling shut from exhaustion.

Miles Quaritch

Jealously level; high. Miles is a possessive man who doesn’t like people ogling what’s his. Fuck, he can’t blame them, you being the prettiest thing he’s ever seen, but that doesn’t matter. He’s not opposed to hitting someone square in the face if they stare at you too long, nor will he apologize for it. “What? That fool should mind where his eyes wander.”

Him constantly hovering around you to make sure you are safe also allows him to see every little thing, which is not good for his sanity. Some days it feels like he’s pulling you aside every few minutes, his ears pinned against the sides of his head as he kissed you angrily. He needs to feel you, needs to assure himself that you want him. Blowing off some steam that way allows him to calm down a bit, and saves others some nasty bruises.

Tonowari

Jealousy level; medium. Tonowari has that quiet but intense type of jealousy. He’ll watch something happen from a distance. A look that crosses your conversation partner’s face, or a touch to your arm or hand that’s just slightly too familiar. He won’t approach, won’t say a word. He’ll watch and wait for the person to come anywhere near him afterwards. When they do, he’ll grab onto their arm, and stare. The normally kind chief can give an angry stare that would shake even the toughest soldier. He doesn’t need to say a word, holding the other’s eyes for a minute before letting go of them with a slight push. The message is clear; don’t come close to my mate.

Tonowari won’t mention it to you, his jealousy only noticeable because of all the extra affection he shows you. He’ll give you a massage, kiss all over your body and give you one compliment after the other.

Tsu’tey

Jealousy level; high. After everything this man has lost he definitely has some abandonment issues. When someone else expresses interest you, Tsu’tey panics and lashes out. He’ll jump the other, pressing a knife to their throat as he makes it clear you are his mate, and the only way they’ll ever get to you is over his dead body. It takes him a long time of laying in your arms afterwards before he can calm down again, his breathing rapid and his muscles tense. His fear is clear to you, and if you do your best to comfort him and give him physical affection, he’ll stare up at you with such intense loving that it makes your heart hurt.

He won’t be able to take his eye off of his child when it’s born, hugging both you and them to his chest. He’ll kiss your sweaty forehead, crying as he tells you how well you did and that he’s so proud of you.

Sorry but when the baby is a few weeks old he definitely pretends to drop it because he thinks it’s funny, earning angry hisses and swats from you.

Will constantly cuddle with the baby when you aren’t holding them, rubbing his nose against their little belly. He’ll also love squishing their cheeks together and playing with their tiny ears, having them make funny faces at you.

Gags at least once when changing a diaper but doesn’t complain, just soldiers through.

Miles Quaritch

Who gave this man another kid?!? You did, and when Miles finds out he almost drops dead. He had just kinda assumed that they had snipped his ability to reproduce away just as they had snipped his ears. Boy was he wrong.

When your stomach starts growing and your urge him to touch it, he does so with much reluctance as he’s scared he might hurt the child. The tiniest hint of movement under his hand makes his ears perk up, and he’ll bend down to lay one against your belly. Na’vi hearing is incredibly good and he hears the thrumming heartbeat of your child instantly. “Our baby,” you whisper and caress over his hair. He repeats it back to you, accepting it a little bit more.

Miles continues telling Spider that you’ve just gotten fat until finally the boy has had enough, clearly seeing that you are pregnant. He gives his dad an earful about how he couldn’t even take care of him, so why the fuck is he having another. A valid point, but Miles tries to tell both himself and Spider that that was human Quaritch, not him. The boy accepts it just because you’ve always been a motherly figure to him, but he shoots Miles glares whenever he comes near.

He does his best to take care of you but this man is not exactly used to being gentle. He’ll cuddle you and rub over your stomach and back, trying to suite your aches. Where he fumbles is when you’ve been up almost all night, puking your insides out, and he dares to complain about his sore back. SORE BACK?!! He’s sleeping on the ground after that.

Strangely enough, as the months progress the pregnancy seems to be what forms you, Spider, and Miles into a true family. Both enjoy putting their hand on your stomach and feeling the baby kick, Spider letting out an excited “wooow!” at the force every time.

Miles starts sharing with Spider the few memories old Quaritch had of him as a baby. “Your head was gigantic,” Miles tell him, staring up into the sky with a grin. Spider laughs out a no, peeking over you to see his father. You lay like this often now, side by side as a family. “Humongous,” Miles doubles down, making you all cackle.

Miles is scared when you give birth, his eyes tightly closed as he holds onto your hand. He knows he doesn’t deserve to have this after all he has done, but lord, please let you and the baby be alright. He holds his breath till finally, he hears the baby’s first cry, his eyes snapping open. Both of you cry as you cradle your child close to your heart.

Suddenly becomes an expert on how to handle babies, constantly telling Spider to be careful with this or that, barely even letting him hold the baby the first few days.

Takes pictures of your child with a leaf hat on or something and finds it absolutely hilarious.

Carries the child everywhere, strapping them to his chest like a real male wife.

Tonowari

The first child born from your union is nothing short of a blessing to him. Even when your stomach is barely noticeable, he constantly touches it and it becomes a comforting feeling for the both of you.

Parades you around in front of the clan like you are the rarest jewel. He’s so, so proud of his beautiful mate, so happy that she’s carrying his child. He wants the whole world to see.

Tonowari constantly gives you massages, not even giving your feet or back the chance to start aching. He was already big on doing so before, but now you aren’t leaving the tent before the morning massages are done.

He’s so supportive and there for you that he goes as far as to hold your hair while you puke. You can scream your hormones out at him all you want and this man will just smile to himself, noting how ferocious you look like this.

Tonowari basically is the midwife during your birth, holding onto your arms as he helps you pace your breathing. When you push he puts his forehead against yours to comfort and support you.

Holds the baby up for the others to see after they’re born, the biggest smile on his face. He won’t stop bragging about his child to anyone who will listen. Every bump or blink is worth a reward in his eyes.

Takes the baby to watch over the ocean, telling them stories about all his adventures. When the baby eventually starts being able to point, he’s absolutely delighted, following to see what their chubby finger is pointing it. Whether it’s a simple barnacle or a fish, Tonowari will tell his child in great detail about whatever peaked their interest.

Tsu’tey

Finally. He has waited so long to have his own family and he’s absolutely overjoyed when he hears the news. He’ll pick you up and spin you around while laughing and cheering, making everyone around you wonder what is going on.

Tsu’tey was always protective of you, but with the pregnancy that gets 10 times worse. He’s constantly hovering over you, never letting you go out alone in the fear you’ll get hurt. You try to assure him you’ll be careful, but that’s not good enough. Too much can happen in a blink of an eye. He simply won’t allow it.

Instantly starts collecting beads for both the baby’s songcord and for their first neck piece, though the second will still have to wait a long time to be worn. He’s just too excited, already fantasizing about all he will teach his child, all the memories they will make.

He talks to the baby every night when the two of you are alone. Tsu’tey lays his head against your belly and tells your child all about his day, but also stories about what he and you have gotten up to in the past. It’s heartwarming to you to just lay back and watch him, chuckling now and then at his words.

Tsu’tey doesn’t just hold your hand during birth, he sits behind you, holding in his lap. He breaths with you as if one, stroking lovingly over your arms and legs as he encourages you to keep going.

Love is a word not strong enough to express what he feels for your child. As soon as their eyes meet, he smiles the brightest he has ever done in his life. The baby is perfect in his eyes, a beautiful mix of the both of you.

NSFW

Miles is VERY touchy, constantly groping at your ass, hips and even breasts when no one’s looking. You are just too sexy for him keep his hands off of you, and he often ends up grinding his bulge against you to tease you even more.

Adres him by his rank or sir in bed, and his eyes will roll back. He’s very much into dominating, and you using these titles plays right into it. He’ll smear the tip of his cock over your lips after you just blew him, staring down at you with a smirk. “What do we say?” he urges and you smile. “Thank you, colonel.”. “That’s right, good girl.”

Mirror sex. This man loves watching both himself and you while you fuck. His eyes will be focused on the way he pounds into you from behind, one hand on your throat, the muscles in his arms flexing and bulging. You might’ve rolled your eyes at his narcissism if his hard thrusts allowed your brain any thoughts.

Taking care of his kids? Meh. Making them? Hell yeah. Miles has a massive breeding kink. He enjoys stuffing all yours holes with his cum and smearing it over your body, but filling up your cunt is a whole other fantasy. He’ll push his cum back in with his fingers afterwards, trailing kisses over your stomach and breasts as he whispers dirty praises at you. “You take my cum so well, such a good slut.” “You’ll look so fucking hot pregnant.”

He definitely has a high sex drive, especially for his age. He needs to relief himself at least once a day, jerking off in his room if you cannot join him. He’s not a porn videos kind of guy, preferring the old fashioned way of looking at a picture. Trying to convince you to not only take a nude photo but also to PRINT IT OUT is a long journey.

Talking about age, his partner being a bit younger is definitely a big plus. Someone in their twenties or thirties is already young to him, and he enjoys the sense of taboo around it. Stroke his cock and tell him “you like that? Dirty old man.” And he’ll sport the biggest shit-eating grin out there.

You were not supposed to survive it.

The Tree of Souls loomed above you, glowing, breathing, alive in a way nothing from your human life had ever been. The air was thick with voices you could not understand yet somehow felt deep in your chest. Your human body lay weak, failing, every breath shallow and wrong.

Panic should have taken over, but it did not.

Mo'at guided you forward, her hands steady and sure. There was something grounding in her presence. Around you, the clan moved as one, chants rising, voices threading together like they were pulling something unseen closer.

You were laid beneath the Tree. Your human body on one side. Your Avatar body on the other.

For a moment, you felt both. Every heartbeat, every breath, two lives overlapping, fighting, stretching you between them.

It hurt.

Not physical pain, it was deeper than that, like your very soul was being pulled apart, questioned, weighed. You felt memories slipping, your human life flickering like it was being held up to something greater.

Eywa answered.

It was not a voice, more like aflood. It rushed through you, around you, deciding. You felt yourself being moved with purpose, like you were being placed exactly where you were meant to be.

Your human body went still.

You gasped. A real breath, deep, full, powerful.

Your eyes snapped open into your Avatar body, lungs burning with new air, chest rising and falling like it had been waiting your entire life to finally work. Everything felt sharper, louder. The glow of the Tree above you, the press of the ground beneath your fingers, the distant sounds of the forest, everything.

You were not split anymore.

You were whole.

Like Jake Sully before you, there was no going back. Whatever you had been, whoever you had been, was gone now, left behind with the body that no longer breathed.

When you finally stood, unsteady but alive, the clan watched in silence.

Mo'at stepped forward. She did not look surprised. She looked certain.

Her hand pressed lightly against your chest, feeling the strength of your new heartbeat, and she nodded, as if this had always been the outcome Eywa intended.

From that moment on, your path was set.

Under Mo’at, you learned what it meant to heal, not just wounds, but people’s spirituality. You learned the way energy moves through the body, how pain settles and lingers, how to listen to what is not spoken. You gathered herbs at dawn, memorized their uses, and felt their connection to Eywa.

Healing was not just a skill. It was trust and balance. It was knowing when to act, and when to simply be there.

Sometimes, in the quiet, you still remember the feeling of being pulled between two lives, but it does not haunt you, because when you breathe now, it is deep and steady. When you move, it is with strength. When the clan looks to you in moments of pain or fear, you do not hesitate.

Under Tsu'tey, the Omatikaya move with a kind of discipline that feels carved into them. He does not rule with softness or hesitation. He stands as Olo’eyktan with a weight in his posture that makes even silence around him feel intentional. Every decision he makes is measured, every glance carries meaning, and the clan follows him because he never appears uncertain.

You notice the way he carries himself around you, though it is not something he would ever admit or even fully allow himself to recognize. It is not open or warm. It is restrained, controlled in a way that almost feels like resistance. His eyes find you more often than they should, and when they do, it lingers just a fraction too long before he forces himself to look away. It is subtle enough that others would never question it, but you feel the tension in it anyway.

There is something beneath it that he keeps buried. It sits in the way his jaw tightens when you are near others, or how he seems to shift his stance slightly closer when you are speaking, as if instinct keeps pulling him into your space even when his discipline tells him not to.

You know better than to mistake it for anything harmless. Tsu’tey does not belong to quiet emotions. He belongs to tradition, to control, to the kind of restraint that defines a leader who has learned to survive by mastering himself.

The clan has its ways, and those ways are not gentle.

Among the Omatikaya, bonding is not left to chance or simple choice. During the third eclipse of the month, when the light of Pandora fractures into a shifting shadow and silver glow, the hunting festival begins. It is a ritual older than most living memory, where Na’vi males must prove themselves by hunting the one they intend to claim as their mate. The forest becomes part of the rite, watching, testing, holding its breath as the chase unfolds beneath the changing sky.

It is not cruel. It is balance, as they understand it. Strength must be shown, connection must be earned, and intent must be undeniable. The hunt is not only pursuit, but recognition, as if Eywa herself decides who is worthy through the way paths cross and instincts align.

When the festival arrives, everything shifts. The air becomes charged, the clan more alive, more alert. Firelight flickers through the trees, drums echo like a second heartbeat beneath the forest canopy, and the usual rhythms of daily life give way to something older and more primal.

You can feel it approaching even before it begins, in the way Tsu’tey stops looking away quite as quickly. In the way the space between you feels less like distance and more like something waiting to be crossed.

Inside the tsahìk’s tent, everything feels quieter than the rest of the village. The air is warm with crushed herbs and smoke curling from small clay bowls, carrying the sharp scent of medicine. Light filters through the woven walls in thin golden lines, moving whenever the wind shifts outside, making the whole space feel like it is breathing.

Mo'at sits close to her supplies, her hands steady as she prepares salves without needing to look at them. Her presence fills the space in a calm, grounding way, like nothing in the world could rush her. She speaks occasionally to herself in low tones, as if the plants understand her better than most people do.

You sit across from her, trying to steady your breathing, but there is a tension in your chest that does not ease. It feels like something approaching, something you cannot quite name yet, but can already feel in the way the clan has been acting all day.

The tent flap shifts.

Neytiri steps inside without hesitation. Her eyes find you immediately, direct and serious, as if she has already decided what must be said.

Mo’at does not look up. “Speak,” she says simply.

Neytiri moves closer, her voice lower than usual. “It is time,” she tells you. “Tonight is the mating hunt.”

Your body reacts before your mind can fully process the words, a tightness pulling through your stomach and chest at once. “Tonight,” you repeat, quieter than you mean to be.

Neytiri nods once. “During the third eclipse. It begins when the light breaks.”

Your breath catches. “I don’t… I don’t think I can do that.”

Something softens slightly in Neytiri’s expression. She steps closer, lowering her voice further so it feels like only you are meant to hear it.

“You will not be thrown into it,” she says. “There is a hut near the edge of the clearing. You can stay there when it begins.”

You blink at her, still tense. “A hut?”

“Yes,” she replies. “It is used when the hunt becomes too much. You will be safe there.”

Mo’at finally glances up, her gaze calm and unreadable.

Neytiri reaches into a small pouch at her side and pulls out a folded leaf bundle. She opens it carefully, revealing a thick, dark salve that carries a strong, herbal scent.

“This will help you,” she says. “It masks your scent during the eclipse. The hunters will not be drawn to you.”

Your hand hesitates before taking it. “So, they won’t find me?”

“They will not seek what they cannot smell,” Neytiri confirms. Her tone is steady, reassuring without softening the reality of it.

You take the salve slowly, fingers curling around it like it is the only solid thing in the moment. Your pulse is still uneven, but Neytiri’s presence does not leave space for panic to fully take over. She studies you for a second longer, then adds more gently, “stay in the hut. Wait until it is over. You will be alright.”

The village is already alive with anticipation long before the hunt begins. Firelight spreads through the trees in flickering waves, painting everything in shifting orange and gold. The air feels charged, like the forest itself is holding its breath. Voices rise and fall in excited clusters, laughter mixing with the deep rhythm of drums that echo through the clearing and into your chest.

You stand near the edge of it all, close enough to see but not close enough to feel part of it. The salve Neytiri gave you is tucked safely away, and the hut she mentioned waits behind you like a promise of escape. Still, you can feel the energy building, the way the entire clan seems to lean toward something inevitable.

Mo'at moves among a few of the elders, calm as always, her presence steadying the space around her. Even in the chaos of anticipation, she does not appear rushed. She simply watches, as if she already knows how everything will unfold.

The noise dips slightly. Heads begin to turn toward the path leading into the clearing. Even the laughter fades into something more expectant.

Tsu'tey steps into view.

At first, it does not fully register for the clan. There is a pause, a moment of disbelief that ripples through the crowd like a disturbance in still water. The Olo’eyktan is not just present, he is part of the hunt.

Whispers rise immediately, sharp and uncertain. It is rare enough for anyone of his standing to take part, but for him to enter the mating hunt itself changes the entire atmosphere of the night. The clan watches him like they are trying to understand whether this is tradition or something else entirely.

Tsu’tey moves forward with purpose, his posture rigid but controlled, his eyes already scanning the clearing as if he is not just entering a ritual but stepping into something he has already decided.

His gaze finds you.

It is immediate. Unmistakable.

The noise of the village seems to dull around it, your attention locks into him so completely that everything else fades. His expression does not soften, but it changes. Something in it sharpens, deepens, like a restraint tightening rather than breaking.

There is hunger there, but not the kind that is spoken about openly. It is quieter, more controlled, as if it has been held back for too long. Like he has been aware of you in a way he has never allowed himself to act on until now.

He does not look away, not even when others notice, not even when the clan begins to realize what they are seeing.

You feel it then, standing at the edge of the clearing with the weight of the night pressing in from every direction, that whatever this hunt is meant to be for everyone else, for him, it has already narrowed down to something far more personal.

The forest changes as the eclipse draws closer, like the entire world is slowly being pulled into shadow. The light between the trees turns strange, silvered and dim, and the usual warmth of Pandora feels sharpened into something tense and watchful. Even the wind seems quieter, as if it is waiting for permission to move.

At the edge of the clearing, the male Na’vi remain held back, their presence contained by tradition. They do not move yet, not until the eclipse fully settles into its darkest point. It is a restraint that makes the air feel heavier, like anticipation has been stretched too tight. You can feel it from where you stand, even without looking directly at them.

When the first ring of the eclipse deepens and the light fractures fully into shadow, the signal passes through the clan like a breath being released. The hunt begins.

You do not stay to watch.

Your body moves before your thoughts can catch up, turning away from the clearing and into the forest, exactly as Neytiri instructed. The sounds behind you swell immediately, distant but alive, the shift from waiting to pursuit happening all at once.

You run.

Branches brush against your arms as you push deeper into the undergrowth, the ground uneven beneath your feet. The forest feels different at night like this, more layered, more aware. Every sound feels amplified. Every shadow feels like it could be something watching back.

Neytiri’s directions echo in your memory as you move. Stay low. Stay light. Do not stay in open ground. The hut is not far, but the forest feels larger than it did before, like it is stretching itself to test you.

Mid-run, you slow just enough to reach for the salve.

Your hands are unsteady as you pull it free, the leaf cool and slightly damp from the humidity of the air. You press it into your skin as you move, rubbing it across your arms and neck in quick, urgent motions. The scent is strong at first, herbal and sharp, almost overwhelming, but it begins to settle as it spreads, sinking into your skin rather than sitting on top of it.

The forest around you feels no different, but you are told it is working. Masking you. Blending you into something less noticeable, less drawn toward.

You keep moving.

Behind you, the hunt is fully alive now. Distant calls echo through the trees, not close yet, but no longer far either. The sound of movement begins to thread between the trunks, the forest no longer empty in the way it was moments ago.

Your breathing stays tight as you push forward, the hut still somewhere ahead, hidden just beyond the shifting dark.

With every step, the eclipse deepens overhead, swallowing the last traces of familiar light.

You push through the last stretch of forest with your breath coming sharp and uneven, the salve already drying against your skin in faint, cool patches. The sounds of the hunt are still distant behind you, scattered through the trees like echoes that never fully settle. Every rustle makes your body tense, every shift of shadow feels closer than it should.

The hut sits at the edge of a small clearing, partially hidden beneath hanging vines and low branches, almost swallowed by the forest on purpose. It is simple, woven from natural materials like everything else here, but right now it feels like the only solid thing in the world.

You slow just long enough to make sure nothing is following you, your lungs burning as you force yourself to keep moving forward. Your hands tremble slightly when you reach the entrance, pulling aside the woven flap and slipping inside.

Inside, the air is still. Dim. Quiet in a way that feels almost unnatural after the chaos outside. Your shoulders drop the moment you step in, but your body does not fully relax.

You press a hand against your chest, trying to steady your breathing. In. Out. Slower. It does not come easily at first, like your body is still convinced it needs to keep running.

“It is fine,” you whisper to yourself, though your voice is tight. “It is going to work. Neytiri said it would work.”

Neytiri’s instructions replay in your mind in fragments. The salve. The scent masking. Stay hidden. Stay inside until it is over. Her certainty had been unwavering when she handed it to you, like there was no room for doubt in what she gave you.

You swallow hard, rubbing your hands together once, as if to ground yourself in something physical. The herbal scent is still faint on your skin, less sharp now, settling into something that feels more like part of you than something applied.

You listen.

Outside, the forest is still alive with movement, distant and shifting, but nothing feels close.

Your breathing starts to slow, just slightly. The panic does not vanish, but it loosens its grip enough for you to think again.

“It works,” you repeat quieter this time, more to convince yourself than anything else. “It has to work.”

The forest is no longer quiet.

It moves the way it always does during the eclipse, but now every sound feels sharpened, intentional. Branches sway overhead, and the shifting silver-dark light makes everything between the trees look unstable, like the world itself is uncertain where to settle.

Tsu'tey moves through it without hesitation, his steps controlled but powerful, cutting a clear path through the undergrowth. The rest of the hunt stretches out behind him, other hunters moving through different routes, but his focus is fixed forward, unwavering in a way that borders on refusal to be distracted.

He pauses once, because something is missing.

He lifts his head slightly, testing the air, his expression tightening almost immediately. There is a trace there, faint, fractured, incomplete. Something that should have been clearer. Something that should have led somewhere decisive.

His jaw clenches.

A low sound leaves him, more frustration than anything else, as he turns his head slowly, scanning the ground and the space between the trees. It is irritation at something not behaving the way it should, like the forest itself is withholding information.

He moves again, sharper this time, following instinct more than clarity.

The trace is there and then it is not. Cut off too quickly. Broken too cleanly.

Tsu’tey slows, then stops entirely.

For a moment, silence presses in around him, broken only by distant movement deeper in the forest. His shoulders rise and fall once, controlled, restrained, as he forces himself to re-center.

That is when he notices it.

The ground.

Small impressions in the soft soil. Light. Careful. Almost hesitant in places where the terrain allows it. Not the heavy, deliberate tread of a warrior, but something quieter. Someone trying not to be noticed.

His gaze drops fully now.

He crouches slightly, one hand hovering just above the prints without touching them. The angle of them tells him direction, enough to understand that someone passed through here recently.

His expression darkens with restrained frustration. Whatever he was expecting, it is not unfolding cleanly. Not following the order he understands.

He exhales slowly through his nose and straightens again, eyes scanning ahead into the trees.

There is no rush in him yet.

Only focus.

Inside the hut, the silence feels heavier the longer you stay in it. The woven walls keep out most of the eclipse light, but not the feeling of it. Everything outside seems closer than it should, like the forest has narrowed itself around you.

You sit still at first, listening. Your breathing has finally slowed, but it is not calm. It is controlled in the way panic becomes when there is nowhere left to run to. You keep telling yourself the same thing Neytiri said, the same thing you’ve been repeating since you got here.

It will work. It has to work.

The quiet stretches, and with it comes awareness again. Every small sound outside the hut feels sharper now that you are no longer moving. A branch shifting. Distant movement. The forest doing what it always does during the eclipse, alive and restless in ways you are still not used to.

Your hands curl slightly against your knees when you hear it.

Footsteps.

Close enough that your body reacts before your mind does. The sound is steady, deliberate, moving through the clearing just outside the hut.

Your breath catches in your throat.

You go still, every part of you suddenly aware of how small the space around you is. The salve on your skin feels useless in that moment, like the idea of hiding has suddenly become fragile. You force yourself to stay quiet, to listen instead of reacting, even as your heart starts to climb faster in your chest.

The footsteps stop.

A pause.

Then closer.

The woven entrance shifts slightly, just enough for you to see movement at the edge of the opening. Shadow against shadow. A presence that fills the space before it even fully steps inside.

Then, Tsu'tey is there.

He does not rush in. He does not announce himself. He simply appears at the threshold of the hut, still, controlled, his posture rigid in the way it always is when he is holding something back rather than letting it show.

For a moment, neither of you move.

His eyes find you immediately, and whatever he was expecting, whatever he was following through the forest, seems to settle the instant he sees you.

He studies you in silence, the kind that feels heavier than sound, while your pulse hammers loud enough that you are sure he must hear it.

The hut feels too small the moment Tsu'tey steps fully inside. The woven walls seem to close in around both of you, blocking out the rest of the forest until there is nothing left but the two of you and the faint sound of the eclipse outside.

He does not look away from you.

“You thought you could run from me?” His voice is low, controlled, but sharp enough that it makes your chest tighten immediately.

You swallow, taking a step back without meaning to. “I wasn’t running from you,” you say quickly. “I just… I didn’t know what I was supposed to do.”

His gaze drops briefly to the salve on your skin, then returns to your face with that same steady intensity. “You were told to hide,” he says.

Your heart is still racing, but you force yourself to speak more carefully. “This isn’t how it’s supposed to happen.”

His head tilts slightly. “You are Omatikaya now.”

“I know that,” you say, voice tighter. “But bonding, the hunt, it’s not supposed to just be…” You struggle for the word, frustration and fear tangling together. “Like this.”

“There is no need for waiting,” he says firmly. “The path is clear.”

Your breath catches. “Tsu’tey, slow down. This isn’t something you just decide. There’s courting. There’s time. There’s respect.”

His jaw tightens at that, as if the word itself irritates him more than he wants to admit.

“Courting is for uncertainty,” he says. “I am not uncertain.”

The words land heavy in the space between you.

You shake your head slightly, stepping back again until your shoulders nearly brush the woven wall. “That’s not the point,” you say, trying to steady your voice. “It’s supposed to be mutual. It’s supposed to be something we both understand before anything happens.”

His eyes narrow slightly, not in anger, but in focus, like he is weighing your words against something older than both of you.

“You are not refusing,” he says finally. It is not a question.

Your throat tightens. “I’m not refusing you,” you answer carefully. “I’m asking you to slow down. To do this properly.”

Silence stretches.

Outside, the eclipse wind moves through the trees, brushing against the hut in faint, shifting waves.

Tsu’tey moves closer, crowding your space even when your back is pressed against the wall of the hut. His eyes stay fixed on you, refusing to look anywhere else.

Reaching behind you, he grabs your thick braid, and you remain still.

“I want you. I have wanted you for as long as I can remember,” he says quietly, “and I will have you.”

He reaches behind him, grabbing his kuru, and brings it to the space between you. Your hands flex at your sides, nails digging into your palms. Still, you do not say no, but you do not say yes either. The pink tendrils glow, reaching out to each other in anticipation of the bond.

“Tsu’tey...”

Before you can say anything else, protest his actions, he lets his kuru wrap around yours, the bond flooding through your body.

Permanent. Bonded. The most sacred kind of connection there is for the people.

Everything he is flashes through your mind, vision after vision, image after image, emotions attached to each one. Your hand flies to his wrist, gripping the skin tight, overwhelmed by everything passing through you.

You do your best to control your breathing, to steady your heartbeat as you gaze up at him.

His pupils are dilated, barely any yellow left, sweat beads along his forehead. A new scent flows from him, animalistic and desire filled. Your breath catches in your throat as you remember what comes next.

Within seconds Tsu’tey has you laid on the ground, your back pressed against the cold floor. Your eyes blur from the quick movement, but steady fast when you feel his fingers tugging at the ties to your loincloth.

His hands are scorching as they graze across your skin, impatient when he decides to rip the fabric instead. You gasp, shocked by the rough action.

“Need it. I need you,” he growls, pushing down his loincloth just enough to let his cock free.

It slaps up against his stomach, long, thick, pulsing with desire as precum leaks from his tip. Your breathing speeds up after seeing the size of him, your legs trying to close.

He pushes them open, fast but gentle all at once, before sliding himself in between them. The tip of his cock nudges against your entrance, but he leans down onto his elbows first.

Tsu’tey’s arms wrap around your head, caging you in, the warmth of his skin spreading through your body. He places a kiss on your lips, needy and rushed, his cock rubbing through your folds until slick pours from your entrance.

He pushes inside, his cock stretching you wide, the burn unbearable.

“T-Tsu’tey,” you whine, trying to squirm away from him, to feel relief from this unfamiliar feeling.

“I know,” he whispers, kissing your forehead softly.

He pushes in slowly until his tip rests against your cervix, and only then does he begin to thrust inside of you.

His pace was punishing, all of his control slipping as he pounds deep into your core. Where his hands wrap around your head, his fingers tangle in your hair, steadying you from the force of him.

Tsu’tey’s hips roll into you, snapping against your pelvis. Pleasure runs through your body, the pain fading away the more he slides through you. The veins and ridges of his cock rub your sensitive walls raw, leaving you a moaning mess under him.

“Is that better for you,” he asks, voice rough and low as his words mix with grunts.

Your hands wrap around his body, nails scratching down his back, unable to contain the feeling of every last nerve in your body stimulated by him.

“Yes, please more,” you whimper, grinding your hips up against him, meeting him faster each time.

He gives you more immediately, just like you asked. Your clit rubs against his rough skin, your nipples graze across his chest, so sensitive that you could feel it despite your top covering them, all while he thrusts into you, deep and unforgiving.

Your back arches from the ground, pressing into his body closer than before, feeling every last breath, every beat of his heart all mixing with the pleasure flooding back down the bond from him. Your eyes shut tight, your body becoming tense as heat builds in your lower belly, threatening to release like a coiled spring.

“You feel so good. All mine,” he growls, his hips snapping faster, almost overwhelmingly fast.

Obsession and possession race through him, multiplying when it gets back to you, fueling you with something you did not have before.

Your legs wrap tight around his waist, the new position allowing him to dig deeper inside of your core, and he does not stop, even when your entrance begins to clench hard around him.

“Let me feel you,” he groans, angling his hips until his tip brushes past your sweet spot leaving your body to shake and twitch.

His words ring out in your core, traveling up to where everything sat on a thread, quickly ripping apart.

Tsu’tey’s cock hits your cervix, and you cannot hold it in. Cum gushes from your entrance, coating his cock in the liquid creating a cream at the base of him. You moan, mouth hanging open, tears streaming down your cheeks from the feeling of ecstasy running through you.

Everything that left your mouth was incoherent, a mix of words and sounds that said nothing and everything all at once.

He kisses you quick, everywhere he can, along your jaw, down your neck, lingering on your shoulder, anything to tell you that he was there. He stares down to where you too are connected, watching his cock slide in and out of you.

The second your pleasure rushes through the bond, his cock begins to twitch, the feeling spreading under his skin, lighting him on fire. His thrusts grow sloppy, his hips moving at an uneven pace.

“F-fuck,” he whimpers, unable to hold back any longer.

A guttural groan leaves his lips from deep within his chest, vibrating throughout your body. His fangs sink into you, breaking the skin, leaking metallic liquid until he licks the pain away. Long, thick ropes of cum fill your entrance, coating your walls and dripping out when there is no room left.

His thrusts slow but never stop.

Riding out the high, he hovers above you, spent, but not tired yet. He kisses your face, your cheeks, your forehead, your lips as your body twitches from the feeling of him rubbing through your walls still.

“My mate now,” he says, barely above a whisper, his words coming from his chest.

You gaze up at him, his eyes possessive yet passionate, and all you feel is relief that you were finally where you needed to be.