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The attack dragged on longer than it should have.

What was meant to be a quick and easy ambush turned into something far worse.

Chaos.

Engines tore through the sky, fire flashing against the dark blanket that covered Pandora, while metal screamed beneath buckling pressure. The air burned, thick smoke billowing over those close enough to endure it. The ground shook beneath their feet, terror rippling through Pandora as disorder broke loose.

Every time it felt as though the dust had cleared and the fight had reached its end, the RDA returned with more — more machines, more resistance, and even more destruction.

Though havoc ran rampant, the force of the Na’vi did not falter. With each attack from the Sky People, there was one to counter.

Jake fought it all with his jaw clenched tight, barking commands at whoever would listen. Frustration simmered beneath his hard outer layer, it was never enough. The casualties, the deaths, he carried it all throughout the battle, no matter how carefully he attacked or how hard he struck.

Leadership tasted bitter in moments like these, when survival came at the cost of those who did not make it back.

Through the hardship of conflict, Neytiri did not stop moving.

She could not afford to.

The fight demanded everything from her, speed, precision, endurance, and gave nothing in return. Her body burned with exhaustion, her muscles screaming in protest as instinct carried her forward. There was no time to mourn the fallen, no space to process the weight of everything. Grief was pushed aside and buried, layered beneath anger, fury, strength, and the relentless need to survive. The fight blurred into one endless motion, each moment bleeding into the next until rest became a distant concept rather than a possibility.

When the last echoes of destruction finally faded, it did not feel like victory, only a pause before what was yet to come.

Jake remained behind with the others, voices low and strained as they spoke of their next attack. Neytiri did not stay for the words, she already knew them. The war did not pause simply because they were tired.

The walk back to the village was quiet, a fragile peace that contrasted the destruction left behind. Sand nestled between her toes as she moved along the shore, the sound of the water steady and unbroken.

Moonlight softened the reef, the water breathing steadily beneath the marui, as if Eywa herself were trying to calm her. By the time she lay down, the tension she had carried for so long settled deep into her bones, sleep hovering close but never fully taking hold.

The faint, muffled sound of movement pulled Neytiri from the edge of sleep. Her eyes flew open, instincts sharp even in her rest, her expression quickly softened when she took in the familiar silhouette before her.

Jake stood there, disheveled and worn, the tension of the night still clinging to him like a second skin.

“Ma Jake,” she murmured, annoyance laced with relief as she rolled onto her side, eyelids slipping shut once more. “You frighten me.”

“M’sorry, yawne,” Jake whispered. His voice was low, and rough, as though the words had been dragged from his chest.

Silence followed quickly after. The reef breathed around them, water lapping gently nearby, the distant hum of nocturnal life filling the space between the two.

Then she felt him.

Jake’s presence settled behind her, unmistakable. Heat radiated from his body as his shadow swallowed her whole, his closeness overwhelming yet comforting. A large, calloused hand slid to her waist, fingers firm yet unmoving, as if he was reminding himself she was real.

His palm lingered there, still and possessive, before he drew her back against him, pulling her flush to his chest like he could not bear even an inch of space between them. His painfully hard cock pressed against her, need evident in the way he held her.

A shiver ran through Neytiri as warmth spread beneath her skin. With the constant battles, the endless strain, there had been no time for this, no time for them. The tension they carried had nowhere left to go.

Her thighs pressed together instinctively, breath hitching as sensation stirred low and insistent. Jake’s breath trail along her neck, hot and slow, sending a ripple down her spine straight to her pussy. He dipped his head, lips brushing the sensitive curve at the nape of her neck. He placed soft, deliberate kisses there, unhurried and intimate.

“I need you, baby” he murmured, the words barely louder than the tide. “Right now.”

His hand began to move, sliding with intention, tracing downward with maddening slowness. Past the steady rise and fall of her breath, beneath the edge of her clothing, until the pad of his finger met her clit, swollen with need.

Neytiri’s breath hitched as she pulled her bottom lip into her mouth. She bucked her hips forward as he rubbed long and painfully slow circles around her clit.

“I need you too Jake, dont stop.” Her voice shuddered as her hips rolled along with the movement of his fingers. Instinctively her hands crawled up her body, cupping her own breast in her hands.

Soft moans left her mouth, the tension building. Suddenly, Jake’s finger lost contact with her clit, Neytiri whined in protest as the stimulation came to sudden halt.

“Why’d you stop?” She raised her voice in protest, but quickly, Jake grabbed Neytiri by her hips and flipped her onto her back.

He towered over her, his heavy cock making an obvious imprint through his loincloth. His chest heaved as he looked down at her, his eyes filled with hunger — his restrain obviously fading.

Quickly his lips crashed into hers with an intense amount of passion. The kiss was deep, heavy with days worth of frustration finally being released. Their tongues wrestled for each other, Jake overpowered Neytiri with their kiss turning into a sloppy mess.

Jake pulled back from the kiss, only a string of saliva connecting them. He leaned down, his lips grazing her ear before he whispered “I’m going to bury every last inch of my cock inside you Neytiri, until you can’t take it anymore.”

Neytiri’s body burned, her pussy sopping from his words.

Neytiri's tail flicked restlessly against the woven mat, her golden eyes locked on Jake's, wide with a desperate want. The air in their Mauri was thick, scented with salt from the sea and the raw musk of their arousal.

His words ignited a fire in her core, liquid heat pooling between her thighs, making her ache for the stretch and burn of his cock filling her completely.

Jake's gaze darkened, pupils blown wide, as he quickly removed his loincloth with a swift, impatient tug. His cock sprang free, thick and veined, the tip glistening with precum. It throbbed visibly, heavy with the pent up fury of their endless skirmishes against the Sky People, battles that had stolen every stolen moment until now.

Without warning, he gripped her thighs, his fingers digging into the supple blue flesh hard enough to leave faint crescent moon shaped marks—marks she craved, marks that showed his possession over her.

“Please,” she demanded, voice strained. “Fuck me.”

Jake didn’t make her wait. He spread her wide, quickly obeying her command, exposing her slick folds to the cool night air, a stark contrast that made her gasp and arch her back.

Neytiri's hands fisted in the mat beneath her, her breath coming in ragged pants as she watched him, her body trembling not from fear, but from the overwhelming burn of lust.

"You feel that?" Jake growled, his voice low and intoxicating. He positioned himself at her entrance, the broad head of his cock teasing her swollen lips, sliding through her wetness with deliberate slowness. "All this frustration...all this fight we've been holding back. I'm gonna fuck it out of you, Neytiri."

She whimpered, her hips bucking upward in silent plea, “if you’re going to fuck me, hurry up and do it already you Skxawng!” She yelled in protest. Jake held her down, his strength unyielding, a reminder of the warrior he was, the marine turned Na'vi. With a single, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, stretching her tight walls in a delicious burn that bordered on pain. Neytiri cried out, her nails raking down his back, drawing thin lines of blood that only spurred him on.

“Oh f-fuck! Ma Jake.” She yelled as his length buried itself deep inside her, even after years of taking him, she still wasn’t used to the unforgiving length of his cock.

Jake didn't give her time to adjust, he pulled back almost entirely, only to slam forward again, setting a punishing rhythm that shook the marui's frame. Neytiri’s pussy clenched around the thick frame of his cock, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist.

Her walls parted greedily, around his veined shaft “harder Jake, don’t stop! Please don’t stop.” She pleaded while relentlessly bucking her hips forward to match his thrust. She was hungry, her greedy cunt was impossibly drenched, coating Jake’s cock with juices from tip to base.

Each drive was deep, and relentless, his hips snapping against hers with the force of his tip brushing her cervix with each thrust. Jake’s balls slapped against her ass in wet, obscene echoes. “That’s what’m talking about baby. Keep fuckin yourself on my cock.” Jake said his voice low and guttural, he watched as she eagerly fucked him back, meeting each of his thrust with a roll of her hips.

Neytiri's world narrowed to the exquisite friction of the push and pull of his length, the way he filled her so completely, “It feels so good, I can feel your cock.” She slurred as a hand dropped to her stomach, feeling the bulge each time he pushed into her, hitting that spot deep inside that made stars burst behind her eyelids.

Her breasts bounced with every thrust, nipples hardened peaks that he captured roughly with one hand, pinching and twisting just enough to send jolts of pleasure and pain straight to her clit. "Fuck, you're so tight," he hissed through gritted teeth, sweat beading on his brow as he leaned down, his mouth meeting hers in a bruising kiss that tasted of salt and desperation.

His other hand snaked between them, thumb finding her clit again, rubbing furious circles that matched his pounding pace. Neytiri's moans escalated into keening cries, “Ma Jake!” She cried, her body coiling tighter and tighter a rigid knot forming in her stomach.

The tension from their wars, the fear and fury they'd bottled up, had all been unleashed at this moment. Jake grit his teeth, his grip becoming tighter on her hips “my cocks stretchin this pretty pussy, you love this fuckin cock don’t cha’ ?” he teases her. Neytiri’s inner walls clenched around him as her climax built, she eagerly shook her head in reply, his cock fucking her into a senseless mess.

"Don't hold back," Jake commanded, his thrusts growing erratic, hips grinding against her in a frenzy. "Cum for me, baby. Milk my cock, take every drop."

The words pushed her over the edge. Neytiri shattered, her orgasm ripping through her like a storm surge. “F-fill me with your cum!” She moaned as her pussy spasmed around him in waves that drew a guttural groan from his throat.

Jake followed moments later, burying himself deep with one final, savage thrust. He roared as he came, “Fuck! Neytiri!” He yelled as hot spurts of his thick cum flooded her, marking her from the inside out. He collapsed over her, their bodies slick and spent, chests heaving in unison as the aftershocks trembled through them.

In the quiet that followed, broken only by the sea's whisper, Jake pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, his rough edges softening.

“Nga yawne lu oer,” Jake murmured, the words strained and breathless as his forehead resting against hers. They laid there, bodies tangled together, warm and spent, listening to Pandora breathe around them. The gentle wash of water against the reef, the distant song of night creatures rising where chaos had once roared. In this quiet, the war felt far away, reduced to something muted and distant, unable to reach them in this moment. Neytiri was the world Jake had found, not one of fire and steel, but of connection, trust, and life. And as the stars shined softly overhead, wrapped in the living pulse of Eywa, they held onto each other as if this moment alone was enough to keep the darkness at bay.

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