It feels like an eternity of running through the hellish, scarlet maze with the dreadful alarm pounding in your eardrums, and by the time you finally reach the airlock, your throat is raw. Your skin is licked in a layer of sweat under your shirt. Your chest heaves violently.

You're accustomed to your heart pounding against your ribs as you stand here in front of this thick, metal door—the electric anticipation of entering Jake's cell always has that effect on you.

But right now, it's for an entirely different reason.

You fumble with your keycard in your trembling, clammy fingers and it clatters to the floor.

Fuck.

You scramble to pick it back up, and with your knees wobbling like jelly, you rush to swipe it through the slot and punch in the code.

The split second it starts to slide open, you force your way in—the freezing steel of the heavy-duty door scraping hard against your chest as you stumble into Jake's space.

The floor-to-ceiling window of his cell is like the surface of still, black water behind him. His dreadlocks and kuru whip through the air as he spins toward you swiftly, immediately locking onto your presence with a predatory reflex driven by pure adrenaline.

His ears are pinned flat to his skull to block out the invasive shriek of the alarm. His knees are bent, thighs visibly tensed under his jumpsuit, one hand splayed out in front of him as though the air itself might be enough to ground him. He looks almost vulnerable with his eyes so wide and alert—his round, dilated pupils reflecting the glare of the dark red emergency light above like two black mirrors.

A wave of recognition floods his features the moment he clocks it's you, and he's at your side in a flash—sliding to a heavy crouch right before you, his giant hands engulfing your shoulders.

"Baby! What's going on?"

His voice is raised in panic, a deep vibration that you feel in your ribs as he fights to be heard over the penetrating screech of the alarm.

"I don't know!" you shout back desperately, clutching his forearms by instinct. "It feels bad—"

The walls cut you off as a violent tremor erupts through the building, knocking you completely off balance. The concrete heaves beneath your feet, and you claw at Jake’s arms to keep from going down.

"I need you to lead us outta here—discreetly. You know a way out?" he barks, his huge, sharp eyes fixing fiercely on yours as his grip tightens around your shoulders.

Your stomach drops, your eyes going wide with sudden dread. "But what if we get caught—"

"We'll deal with that when we come to it. We gotta move—now—before this place falls on our heads."

You stare at him, chest heaving as your mind franticly maps every route out of the building—any path that offers a chance of keeping you both invisible and alive. Sneaking out a nine-foot Na'vi will never be discreet, but with the chaos raining down on Bridgehead outside, there might be just enough distraction to slip by.

The conduits.

"There's a route through the utility conduits," you tell him, speaking fast over the groan of the building. "It dumps out near the maintenance stairwell—nobody uses it."

"Good. That's good," Jake nods grimly. His tail lashes uneasily behind him as he squeezes your shoulders, anchoring you. "We move fast, alright? I can't be out there long without a mask."

You nod, opening your mouth to speak.

But you freeze.

Your words get stuck like stones in your throat as you stare back at your own dark reflection in Jake's wide, expectant eyes.

Whatever is going on outside... it’s dangerous. Really dangerous. You could die out there—get caught in the blast radius or torn to smithereens by whatever force is tearing the base apart.

But that isn't what drains the warmth straight from your veins, despite the heavy heat of Jake's hands on your shoulders.

It's the thought of him being free.

Of being able to do whatever he wants to the moment he steps foot out there.

What happens to him? To you? To whatever this is between you?

Will you lose him?

Will he race off the second he's out, back to his real life—leaving you behind in this crumbling human ruin without so much as a single afterthought?

After all the late-night conversations... the inside jokes, the banter, the stolen visits to his cell? The frantic, mind-blowing sex? The heavy shared breaths, how your skin feels against his, the way he calls you baby—

"BABY! HEY!"

Your icy train of thought shatters as Jake gives your shoulders a sharp shake, his deep voice slicing straight through the haze of your panic.

"Focus. Open that door. Can you do that for me?"

You swallow down the sickening knot in your stomach—the terror of getting caught, of dying... of losing him. You steel yourself, looking up into his eyes.

You nod, quick and shallow.

"Okay."

Without giving the fear time to sink its claws in any deeper, you spin toward the door and punch in the override code—the towering height of Jake right behind you.

You shoot a glance back up at him, mouthing follow me over the deafening alarm.

He stalls for a split second, his jumpsuit straining tight across his chest as he takes a swift, deep inhale—sucking in air to keep his system regulated for the way out—before lurching forward. His broad hand splays over your back, ushering you straight into the dark, crimson glare of the airlock.

It's a surreal sight, watching him duck to clear the metal doorframe—his first step out of that cramped box of a cell in almost a year.

But there's no time to marvel at it. No time for anything other than escaping this burning, screaming hellhole before it completely collapses on top of you both.

You lead the way down the hall, Jake trailing right behind you like a massive, silent shadow as you sprint toward the utility hatch.

The moment you burst through the exit into the depot yard, Jake gasps—his massive chest expanding as he draws in a desperate flood of the Pandoran atmosphere his body was craving.

It’s not fresh air. It’s dense, metallic, and thick with ash—every bit as choked and stifling as the burning facility behind you.

You pant heavily, your own breath fogging hot inside your mask as you stare in sheer disbelief at the flaming hellscape before you.

The orange glow of the inferno consuming Bridgehead dances across your visor, warping the grey night into a nightmare of licking flames and towering plumes of black smoke.

Mechs and RDA personnel scatter frantically in every direction, their distant shouts swallowed by the deafening roar of a ruptured fuel line spewing a thirty-foot geyser of fire into the dark. A squad of SecOps soldiers scrambles along the perimeter, heavy boots clattering on the metal grating as they scream into their comms.

Overhead, the heavy, rhythmic wup-wup-wup of Samson rotors tears through the air. Before you can even spot the gunship, Jake throws his massive weight over you—tackling you low and shielding your body with his own just as a blinding white searchlight cuts through the haze, searing the ground mere inches from where you're pinned.

"We need to move, c'mon," he urges breathlessly, his voice grating low against your ear as he pulls you up and away from the devastation. He locks his large hand over yours, his grip tight and unyielding as he drags you in a low crouch toward a nearby AMP-suit transport for cover.

You press your backs flush against the hard, corrugated metal just as the searchlight sweeps overhead, blinding and hot, before disappearing back into the glowing smog. You glance up at Jake, your chest heaving against your exopack.

"If we break for it now, they'll pick us off before we even hit the dirt," he hisses lowly, his voice gravelly and strained. His golden eyes dart between the jagged gaps leading to the open clearing and the high perimeter wall towering in the distance. "So, what's the plan?"

"As if I know!" you hiss back, throwing your hands up in exasperation.

His sooty, sweat-slicked face darts down to you, his eyes flashing with a flicker of dry amusement.

"Well... then there is no plan," he mutters, his ears twitching as he turns his gaze back toward the carnage. "Just you and me."

"I hadn't exactly planned a prison break into my schedule today, Jake," you quip back brattishly, a streak of irritation cutting through your panic as you glare across the clearing. "Oh, sorry! I forgot I have to cancel dinner tonight because I'm risking my life to save a big, blue idiot while near enough having my face melted off by—"

You break off abruptly at the sharp, violent rustle of fabric behind you.

Snapping your head back toward Jake, your breath hitches. He’s aggressively ripping off his prison jumpsuit—tugging it down his massive legs, stumbling slightly, and kicking the orange bundle into a crumpled heap in the corner of the transport.

"What the hell are you doing?" you hiss, your eyes practically popping out of your head as they involuntarily track up the stark, bioluminescent-dotted blue expanse of his bare body towering over you.

You can't stop them. They trace over his broad, sweat-slicked shoulders glowing amber in the firelight, down the cut of his abdomen, right to the absurdly skimpy loincloth left covering his modesty.

Fuck's sake. Why does he have to be so mind-numbingly distracting when you're literally inches from death?

"Ain't sitting in that damn thing a second longer," he grunts, his glowing eyes flashing down at you before snapping toward a path he's spotted across the yard. "Stop staring at me. C'mon."

Before you can even process the view, he grabs you—his big, warm fingers locking tight around your hand as he shoves you forward. He catches you by the waist and hoists you high, knocking the breath clean out of your lungs as he tosses you effortlessly over a metal barrier before vaulting over it himself in one fluid motion.

You both break into the open in a low, frantic sprint, targeting a massive hangar for your next patch of cover—until a sound stops you dead in your tracks.

A piercing, primordial shriek vibrates through your very marrow.

It isn't the mechanical thrum of a Samson like you'd expect—god, you wish it were.

It's followed by the thunderous, heavy snap of leather membranes tearing through the sky. A sudden downforce of wind batters you from above, swirling a blinding vortex of dust, ash, and heat that nearly knocks you off your feet.

Your heart stops. The air turns to heavy lead in your chest as panic seizes you. You stumble back, staring up into the ash-choked vortex as the creature hits the deck with the weight of a falling building—its primal hiss vibrating through the metal grating and straight up through your boots.

"Stay close to me," Jake growls. His voice drops into a dark, protective rumble as he drops into a low defensive stance, shoving you behind his leg. You wrap yourself around his thigh, clinging to him like he's the only anchor left in a world going up in flames.

Your knees threaten to buckle as you peer out from behind him.

You recognize it immediately—an ikran. You’ve seen the dragon-like predators a thousand times in RDA briefing footage, but nothing could have prepared you for the petrifying scale of the beast towering in the flesh right before your eyes.

Its teeth are like rows of curved razors; its leathery teal and gold hide smeared with jagged streaks of crimson blood-paint. As your eyes trace the thick shelf of its massive, leathery wings, your gaze lands on her—

She slips from the beast soundlessly, descending to her feet with the effortless grace of a born hunter as she detaches from the ikran's kuru, her eyes blazing like molten fire.

Her longbow is drawn tight at her side as she moves, sweeping toward you both with swift, predatory strides—a lethal hiss ready for any soldier foolish enough to draw near.

You can do nothing but stare, completely spellbound. Every ounce of fear and rational thought is stripped away by the mesmerizing sight of this nine-foot warrior bathed in the red and white paint of the Mangkwan raiders.

She wears next to nothing: a thin sliver of a woven wrap across her ash-dusted chest, a matching band binding her slender upper arm, and tight, cut-out leather leggings clinging to her lithe, powerful legs.

Jake slowly draws himself up to his full height, his broad hand splayed out in front of him, his voice cracking in utter disbelief when he finally finds the breath to speak her name.

"N-Neytiri?"

You glance up at him, your mouth hanging open. His dumbfounded gaze sweeps over her body, drinking in the sight of the ash and crimson war paint as if checking whether he's staring at a ghost.

"Baby?"

He takes a rough, hesitant step forward, yanking his thigh straight out of your grip. You make a pathetic swipe at the empty air after him—a desperate, futile attempt to reach the only anchor of safety you had left.

But you're left behind.

Completely abandoned and utterly exposed in the inferno of Bridgehead, watching as Jake crashes forward to collide with her.

He traps her against him in a crushing, mindless embrace—spinning her around and curtaining her in his dreadlocks as he envelops her body in his arms, his tail sweeping around her in a heavy, desperate arc. He catches her hand, lacing his five fingers through her four in a painfully tight squeeze as he buries his face deep into the crook of her long, painted neck.

You catch the small, damp glint of his tongue amidst his coarse hair as he drags his mouth across her shoulder in fierce, open-mouthed kisses. His tail tucks low, his entire frame trembling as he tries to pour an entire year’s worth of pent-up grief, affection, and desperate love into his wife in a single breath.

You nearly double over.

You genuinely think you might throw up right into the filter of your exopack.

Your lungs feel like sagging, deflated balloons—void of air as you watch the breadth of Jake's muscular, striped back curve into a protective dome over her lean Na'vi frame. A body that perfectly matches his own magnificent scale.

One that was made for him.

The thought wrings your intestines into a violent, sickening mess.

And then the overwhelming flood of shame hits you like a cyclone.

What the fuck have you been thinking this whole time?

Did you really believe—even for a split second—that you actually stood some kind of chance with Jake Sully? When you aren't even the same goddamn species?

Has he just been using you this whole time?

Was he thinking of her—his stunning, Na'vi-warrior wife—the entire time he fucked you and played around with you in his prison cell? While you let him treat you like his little, dirty human sex doll?

Were you merely a distraction—a warm body he could hold onto and squeeze while he dawdled away his prison time, waiting for his beautiful, heroic queen to come and tear down his metal tower?

Was it all nothing to him?

Your eyes burn with the overwhelming sting of ashamed tears as the grim reality slices through you like a knife.

A pain that cuts just as quickly as Neytiri violently rips herself out of Jake's grasp.

Her braids whip against his chest as she spins out of his arms, her long tail snapping sharply against her thighs in agitation.

"Ma Jake! You waste time!" she hisses fiercely, wearing a scowl that could make even the most savage of beasts cower in fear.

Jake slumps instantly under her rebuke—his broad shoulders rounding, his ears pinning flat against his head like a disciplined hound.

It's impossible to stop the images from flashing across your mind like a vivid, fleeting showreel—him dominating you in his cell, a godly force of pure blue muscle and absolute control over your tiny body. That calm, dangerous confidence that never slipped for a single second with you, always ready to put you effortlessly in your place.

It's a brutal, sickening contrast to how he looks now: a towering warrior shrinking like a scolded child under his wife's scathing command.

"Who is this?" she suddenly snarls.

The sound tears through the chaos like a whip, throwing you back to reality with a violent jolt.

You freeze as a sharp stab on panic pierces your chest. Those amber-yellow daggers aren't looking at the fire, or the sky, or the facility.

They are locked directly on you.

Your blood runs cold.

She drops into a low, guarded crouch, her tail lashing out violently behind her as her red-painted lips curl back—revealing fangs even sharper, even more lethal than Jake's. She looks like she's one ear twitch away from shredding you to pieces like the intrusive piece of RDA shit you are.

Jake throws a quick, frantic glare back at you before springing forward. He interposes his body between you and Neytiri, his hands slapping down over her tensed shoulders to hold her back.

"It's okay! It's okay—she's with me, baby," he blurts out, his voice laced with hasty, trembling panic. "She helped me escape. She's on our side!"

Neytiri's glare snaps up to him. Her fierce amber eyes search his face for an agonizing second before narrowing back on you in two icy, deadly slits.

The suffocating silence is shattered as a heavy stream of gunfire rips through the clearing.

The metallic ping-ping-ping of stray rounds shredding through nearby plating, coupled with the frantic, booming stomps of approaching AMP suits, sends all three of you diving instantly for cover.

Neytiri is back at her ikran’s side in two swift strides, sliding her kuru into the creature's whip-like neural tendril as she leaps effortlessly onto the saddle.

"JAKE! Get on, NOW!" she screeches over the deafening roar of fire and iron.

He springs toward the banshee by pure instinct, the heavy muscle in his arms bunching as he reaches to pull himself up into the air.

But he falters.

He freezes for a fractional second—as though an entirely different part of his brain has violently seized the controls.

His head snaps back towards you.

Standing there. Completely alone and fragile in the open target zone.

You watch the tumultuous war rage inside him in the span of a single heartbeat. His sharp features twist—his brows pinching tight, his ears pinned flat against his head as he stares down at you with something heavy, guilty and suffocating.

Something you desperately wish you could mistake for heartache.

The tall outline of him begins to blur and warp as tears pool in your eyes, finally breaking free to trace burning, salty paths down your cheeks—trapped inside the suffocating cage of your mask.

"Please don't leave me..." you mumble weakly.

The words are barely a breath, instantly swallowed by the deafening chatter of incoming gunfire and the frantic, heavy thrashing of the ikran's massive wings.

You feel microscopic. Irrelevant. Completely drowned in your own pathetic misery inside the glass prison of your exopack.

A harsh, ragged sob tears through your lungs as you stare down at your dirt-stained boots, trying to force your mind to accept the agonizing truth: you have to let him go. Two fat tears splash onto the inside glass of your visor, your shoulders shuddering on the verge of total collapse.

But then—you feel it.

A sudden, massive weight swoops down around your trembling fingers.

Jake's hand engulfs yours.

Burning hot. Solid. Immovable. The broad, calloused blue hand you’ve learned to know better than your own, crushing your fingers in a grip so desperate and tight it borders on pain.

Your mind goes completely numb as you’re swept forward by Jake's urgent, sweeping strides. Before your brain can process the sheer absurdity of the danger, he’s heaving you up onto the rough leather saddle of the massive, leather-winged beast behind Neytiri.

You crash forward into a straddle, flush against her lean back. Jake clambers up directly behind you in the next breath, wedging your small frame tightly against hers with his massive, solid chest just as another barrage of deafening gunfire shatters the air.

"SA'ATA, GO!" Neytiri screeches shrilly over the roar of the engines and cracking rifles.

You clutch her waist automatically—a desperate lifeline for your petrified hands—just as Jake's thick forearm fastens like a steel band around your stomach. He pulls you back, locking you securely against his torso while his other hand lands flat on Neytiri's hip right beneath yours.

Sa'ata lunges skyward with a chest-rattling, deafening shriek. The brutal reptilian muscle of her thick frame bunches violently beneath your thighs, and the sudden g-force slams your head straight back into Jake's chest—knocking the air completely out of your lungs as the ikran climbs with rapid, terrifying momentum.

The air turns into a freezing, violent vortex as the beast weaves through the night sky, dodging brilliant tracer rounds streaking through the dark. Higher, higher, higher you climb. Your grip on Neytiri's waist tightens into a bruising squeeze, and you press back into Jake with every ounce of strength you have, desperately wishing you could dissolve straight into the safety of his body.

Your stomach is left behind on the industrial grating below. You peer down at the dizzying drop as the burning, jagged landscape of Bridgehead shrinks into a flickering, miniature inferno—rapidly swallowing itself as you fly past the city walls and into the deep, dark unknown of Pandora's jungle.

You don't know at what point the darkness took hold of you.

You only remember the rush of wind suddenly hushing silent, and the sensation of Jake's large hand catching your falling jaw to steady you as your head slipped.

You felt him pull you into the comforting cove of his body, resting your head against the solid cradle of his arm as you drifted off into a heavy, dreamless sleep.

When your eyes finally flutter open, dawn is spilling over the horizon.

The forest is suddenly there beneath you, illuminated in full glory by the pristine, liquid-gold rays of early morning sunlight.

It's an utterly breathtaking, raw sight.

You blink in astonishment as you gaze past the shelf of Sa'ata's wingspan at the glorious, rich green expanse panning out as far as the eye can see. Magnificent, ancient trees create canopies far wider and deeper than anything you've ever witnessed in your entire life. You'd almost forgotten what real trees actually looked like, having been trapped in the sterile, concrete confines of Bridgehead for so long.

"Wow," you whisper.

The sound is immediately swept away into the slipstream of cool, rushing wind.

You glance down to find your hand resting on Jake's forearm, still fastened securely around your waist—unmoved from where you last found it before passing out—though his grip is looser now. His other arm rests over his thigh next to you, his hand casually resting on Neytiri's hip.

Your stomach tightens as you realize that the thick, heavy base of her tail is draped over your thigh as she sits straddled right in front of you. Her long braids whip behind her in the wind, brushing just above your head, as she pilots Sa'ata in focused, icy silence.

The vivid memory of her from last night floods back, and you press yourself further back against Jake, trying to create as much distance from her as humanly possible despite being lodged between them both.

You peer up behind you to check on Jake, and your breath unexpectedly catches in your throat.

He's gazing somewhere far out in the distance, his eyes slightly narrowed against the warm, golden light spilling over the horizon. From your viewpoint beneath his jawline, he looks regal. Breathtaking. His ears are sleek and streamlined against his head as his thick mane of untamed dreadlocks flutters behind him in the slipstream. His smooth, striped skin is practically glowing—a rich tone of azure you've never seen, blending seamlessly with the pastel blue sky above him.

You realize—with a sharp kick in the teeth—that this is the first time you've actually seen him outside, in the pure, unadulterated light of day.

The thought makes your heart ache.

You press your fingertips gently into his forearm, and his big, golden eyes instantly drop down to find yours.

He looks exhausted. His eyes are heavy and rimmed with the strain of a chaotic, sleepless night, but the moment he registers you awake and looking at him, he offers you a small, tired smile—his fingers twitching against your side in a soft, reassuring squeeze.

He leans forward over Neytiri's shoulder, sandwiching you almost suffocatingly between their big frames.

"Land. Anywhere," he murmurs softly over the wind, his deep, low voice vibrating right through your back.

You catch Neytiri's side profile as she glances back over her shoulder. She clicks her tongue in a sharp, unspoken command, and your stomach immediately lurches into your throat as Sa'ata suddenly descends, gliding down toward a wide, rushing body of crystal-clear water.

She banks in a long, sweeping curve as you approach, her massive shadow racing across the water's surface like a dark blade. With a few final, powerful flares of her wings, Sa'ata back-paddles against the air, her sharp talons extending out beneath her as she lands with a series of heavy, staggered thumps that rattle your teeth.

And then—stillness.

It's so still. Quiet. Peaceful.

Neytiri slips from her perch with a fluid, silent grace that makes her seem eerily weightless despite her massive size, stepping down Sa'ata's wing and onto the uneven, rocky surface of the riverbank.

The moment she's down, she disconnects her kuru, and her eyes snap up sharply to lock with yours. The exhaustion from the long night hasn't melted an ounce of her icy suspicion—if anything, the yellow-gold of her sharp, untrustworthy gaze is somehow even more predatory and terrifying in the crisp morning sun.

You release a breath you didn't know you were holding the moment she turns away and slinks off.

Jake finally releases his arm around you, climbing off Sa'ata's wing after her, his feet hitting the pebbles with a heavy, solid crunch. He reaches up for you, slipping his hands around your waist as he hoists you up and sets you gently down onto the rocks.

You try not to trip over yourself as Sa'ata lets out a loud, screeching rumble, shaking her thick, scaly neck as she claws her way to the edge of the rushing stream. She plunges her head straight into the clear water, taking loud, rough laps with her massive tongue.

"You alright?" Jake mumbles under his breath as he crouches down to your level.

He cups the bottom of your mask, tilting your head slightly, and you realize he's checking the battery life on your exopack. You'd completely forgotten about it, but a wave of relief washes over you when you spot the small glowing bar signaling it's just over half full.

Still, the sudden realization that this fragile sliver of glass in front of your face is the only thing keeping you from choking to death on the toxic air around you is terrifying. You swallow down the rising anxiety, nodding at Jake.

"I'm okay. What about..." You cast a wary glance at Neytiri—crouched further downstream, cupping water in her palms as she refreshes herself. Your heart picks up, panic quickly bubbling over, and your eyes dart back to Jake as you press a hand to your suffocating mask. "Oh crap, Jake, I'm gonna die, aren't I—"

"Hey, woah, no, you're not. Calm down. Look, I'll sort it," he rumbles, sliding a heavy, comforting hand over the side of your head. "We'll get you a new pack back at High Camp. Just... let me talk to Neytiri first." He pauses, before adding under his breath, "She's not exactly the happiest bunny."

You chew your bottom lip as Jake straightens to his full height, giving you one more reassuring glance before turning and making his way down the pebble shore toward Neytiri.

You feel like a lost toddler as you stand with your arms crossed tight over your body, glancing around at the vast canopy, across the twinkling water at the huge, jagged rocks, and toward the most unique-looking flora you've ever seen.

At least the surroundings are stunningly idyllic. Not the worst place to die if your mask runs out—or if Neytiri decides to put an end to you before it does.

You're suddenly hit with surprise as you tune into the sound of Jake and Neytiri conversing back and forth in the thick, rolling dialect of Na'vi. You glance over at them, straining your ears to hear the rapid, elegant syllables breaking through the quiet of the morning.

You're not sure why it catches you off guard—it is the native language here, after all—but as you watch them, wishing more than anything that you could understand what they're saying, you're pulled into a deeply hypnotic fascination.

You watch how Jake's mouth moves as naturally as if he'd never spent a single day away from this world. How the easy, practiced slip of foreign vowels rolls from his tongue like liquid silk. How the muscles of his throat shift with each sharp click and each deep, soft reverberation, his ears and tail twitching in subtle, unspoken responses to Neytiri's own silent cues.

You swallow hard, trying to push away just how painfully attractive you find it. How it warms you from the inside out to see him command the language like he's some sort of linguistic god ruling his own territory.

It reveals a side of him you've never had the privilege or reason to know. An alien side that never existed nor needed to within the bland, muted walls of Bridgehead prison. A version of him that belongs entirely to the wild, vibrant heart of Pandora.

To her.

You sigh, the sound echoing hollow inside your mask. It's a stark, painful reminder that he is home.

And you are merely a visitor, standing lost in a vast, wild world where you don't belong.

You step away to give them space, picking your way over the jagged terrain to a spot a little further down the bank where the pebbles are smaller and easier under your boots.

You crouch down at the water's edge to submerge your hands in the cool, crystalline water. It's incredibly refreshing, and you suddenly wish you could strip off your heavy, dirty RDA uniform and plunge in entirely—letting the current wash away the thick, sooty sweat of Bridgehead that still clings to your skin like a stifling coat.

You close your eyes, taking a moment to really absorb the calm, peaceful atmosphere of the forest. To inhale the sweetness of the fresh, unpolluted air through the filter of your mask.

Pandora. The place you'd dreamt of long before you were locked up in the metal cage of the RDA.

The reason you fell so deeply in love with the man who brought you here.

The musical, rushing thrum of the rapids blending with the vibrant choir of humming wildlife from the surrounding canopy fills your head, and for the first time in what feels like forever, you can actually breathe.

There's no clanging of heavy metal or industrial hustle. No buzzing electronics, no crackling, interruptive overhead announcements. Nothing to peel you away from the pure, tranquil serenity that this world instills in you.

It feels like the cusp of a fresh start. Food for the soul. A place you could easily find yourself learning to call home. It's not like you had much of a life to leave behind at Bridgehead, anyway.

Maybe you could start a new life here, with Jake, if he's willing to have you. So long as Neytiri doesn't tear your heart out and show it to you first.

Maybe you could finally meet his family, his kids—the ones he was always telling you about. Meet the natives. Explore the beauty and wonder that this world has to offer with your man at your side—

"MURGHH, JAKE!!! HOW COULD YOU???"

You jolt violently, your eyes nearly leaving their sockets as you're snatched away from your moment of peace by the sudden, unbridled fury of Neytiri's throaty growl echoing through the quiet clearing. You understand those English words as clearly as the freezing water that splashes up your shirt sleeves as you snap your gaze over to them.

"What was going through your stupid mind?!" she hisses, her ears pinned flat to her skull as she shoves Jake in the chest with a fierceness that sends him stumbling back a step into the edge of the cold water. Her eyes are wide with rage as she glares him down like he's absolute scum. "Did you think you could take this human home with us? Keep her like a little pink pet?"

"Neytiri, please," Jake mumbles, desperately trying—and failing—to calm her down, clutching onto her ash-painted forearms, his own ears flattened back. "I couldn't just leave her back there, alright? Not after she helped me out so much. Look, we'll figure this out together—"

"Oh, I am sure she helped you out, ma Jake," she huffs, letting out a sharp, sarcastic chuckle, her jaw jutted out as she rips her arms away from his grip. "There is not much figuring out left to do."

Your insides plummet straight into your boots as her head spins toward you, her predatory yellow eyes locking onto you in a heartbeat.

She starts storming toward you like a hurricane over the rocks, her long, powerful legs eating up the distance effortlessly, her tail flicking out in hot agitation behind her.

You scramble up to your feet, taking an uneasy, wobbly step backward, nearly tripping over a jagged rock.

"Neytiri, wait! Stop!" Jake hollers frantically—feebly—his heavy footsteps crunching on the stones behind her as he tries to catch up.

Your gulp goes down like a mouthful of nails as she closes the final distance, her long braids swinging forward over her furious face as she comes to a towering halt directly over you.

She drops low—squatting down to your level—and without a second of hesitation, clamps hold of your hips in the inescapable vise of her massive alien hands.

You let out a shocked yelp, your arms flying away from her as she shoves her large face straight into your crotch with an aggressive force that would have toppled you over if she weren't clutching you so tightly.

"W-What are you doing?" you ask flimsily, your voice wobbling as you gawp down in horror at the sight of her massive head nuzzling furiously between your legs, her flat, wide nose buried deep in the stiff material of your camo pants.

But the truth is, you already know exactly what she's doing.

She takes a deep, chest-expanding inhale, drawing out your scent in the same animalistic way you've grown familiar with Jake doing. Except she isn't doing it out of pleasure.

She's trying to extract something.

Evidence.

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit.

It must have been a little over two weeks now since you last had Jake deep inside you—splitting you in half, filling you generously with the thick, hot ropes of his glowing ejaculate while his name ricocheted off the glass window of his small cell from your straining lungs.

You pray to whatever God is listening that two weeks is long enough for the salty trace of his semen to bypass the detection of Neytiri's sharp, feline nose.

You'd had your period just last week... maybe the lingering, iron-rich scent of blood is enough to mask the heady musk of Jake’s cock?

You throw him a panicked glance in the feeble hope that he might bail you out. That he'll step in and pull his feral wife from your pants.

But that doesn't seem likely.

He paces next to Sa'ata with his arms crossed tightly, gnawing at his thumbnail like he’d rather be back in his exploding prison cell than watching Neytiri aggressively interrogate your crotch in the stark morning light.

Her head suddenly stills.

Your pulse is like a drum in your ears as you slowly peer down at her, your palms still raised in helpless surrender.

Her enormous eyes are like pale yellow moons as they flick up over you slowly, the large black circles of her pupils shrinking down to pinpricks against the cloudless blue sky. The intensity of her gaze burns straight through you as her eyes finally lock with yours—a glare so sharp it feels like it could melt the thin shield of glass protecting your face.

The cold flame in those eyes is spine-chilling. She terrifies you more than Jake ever could, that's for sure.

But it's not the raw, barely restrained anger behind her eyes that sends a shiver spider-crawling up your spine.

It's the subtle, macabre trace of humor.

She tilts her head in a smooth, fluid motion, her gleaming white fangs protruding out from beneath her lips as she gives you a sinister, mocking smile.

"Did he please you well, pink-skin?" she sneers, her voice gravelly, bitter, and dripping with toxic sarcasm.

You blink, completely taken aback as you stare down at her.

Pink-skin?

How fucking dare she.

Your cheeks glow hot as your chest flares with a sudden spike of defiance at the audacity of the bitchy remark. You tilt your chin up, ignited with a spark of her own spite as you decide to swallow your fear.

If she's going to be catty with you right before she slaughters you for fucking her husband, you might as well go out with a bang rather than cower and give Jake one last pathetic image to remember you by.

"He took good care of me," you declare, keeping your chin firmly raised, your voice balanced precariously on the razor-thin line between bravery and breaking.

Neytiri gives a hollow scoff, her ears twitching as she cuts a sharp glance over at her pacing husband.

"That is surprising," she mutters, her English thick with mockery. When her eyes snap back to you, she flashes the full row of her teeth in a wicked, disdainful grin. "He usually finishes far too quickly."

You fail to stop the genuine huff of surprised laughter that slips out of your mouth before you can censor it for your own safety. "Um... are we talking about the same Jake, here?"

Her lips pull back with a sharp, snarling hiss, her hairless brow furrowing as she shoves you hard against the chest with her forceful, four-fingered hand. It's a push that might be considered light for someone of her own massive scale, but it sends your small human feet stumbling backward, your boots catching as you nearly trip over one of the jagged rocks behind you.

You steady yourself, your mouth hanging open in disbelief and mounting rage.

The fucking bitch.

You feel the anger boiling over, burning your entire face beneath your mask, and before your rational brain can stop you, the bratty, defensive words come tumbling out of your stupid lips.

"I think the record was nine, actually. He made me come nine times before I had to beg him to stop, or I definitely would have passed out."

Neytiri's ears vibrate like two strikes from a rattlesnake, her eyes igniting with a fresh blaze of rage.

She releases a guttural, furious growl as she jolts up to her full height, propelling you backward with a violent thrust that sends you landing with a painful, bone-rattling thump on the rough stones beneath you. It knocks the wind clean from your lungs, the shock of the impact springing tears to your eyes—but you fight to hold them back as you scramble up onto your elbows, determined to keep your dignity intact.

"NEYTIRI!"

The sheer rumbling, reprimanding roar that comes from Jake's chest is enough to tell you he's seen enough.

His demanding presence commands both of your attention as he bridges the distance in a couple of swift, enormous strides, snatching up Neytiri's forearm in an uncompromising iron grip.

"That's enough. You'll hurt her," he growls, his dark brows shadowing his eyes as he leans over her with his ears pinned flat to his head.

Neytiri's yellow eyes turn wide and round as she stares up at him in surprise, the sudden shift softening the fierce lines creasing her painted face.

It's a brief, intimate glimpse into how she looks without her features hardened by such tumultuous emotion: beautiful, doe-eyed, and regally striking. As much as you hate to admit it, you can see why Jake was clinging to her like a lifeline when he first laid eyes on her back at the burning grounds of Bridgehead.

"I see you have feelings for this woman," Neytiri says quietly.

It's a blatant and vulnerable observation, and it nearly stops your beating heart.

Jake fills with stillness, his grip on her forearm tightening unthinkingly. You catch the white of his eyes as his gaze darts to the side and back—his throat bobbing, his mouth twitching.

"Look, Neytiri, I..." he starts, his hands coming down to her slender shoulders as he hovers over his heels. "It was lonely back there, alright?" His deep voice wavers as he stumbles over his words, his brows knitting together in growing desperation to explain himself. "I had no one, baby. She... she kept me sane. She cares about me. I thought—I didn't know if I'd ever see you again—"

CRACK.

The sharp slap of Neytiri's palm connecting with his jaw rings through the clearing like a gunshot. The blow sends Jake's face snapping abruptly to the side, his thick dreadlocks whipping through the air from the sheer force of the impact.

You gasp, shrinking back into the pebbles.

But before Jake can even process the strike—before he can press a hand to his throbbing, burning cheek—Neytiri sweeps in, trapping either side of his face between her long, painted hands as she lunges up to lock lips with him in a fiercely possessive kiss.

Jake's eyes fly wide as his head jerks backward in stunned surprise, and for a split second, you wonder if he's going to push her away. Be the voice of logic and cold, stark reason.

But his long, dark lashes flutter instead, surrendering like two helpless butterflies as his eyes fall closed at the feel of his wife's soft, plump lips on his for the first time in an eternity.

Your stomach curdles with a sour, liquid weight as you watch the fight drain straight out of his posture. The tension in his shoulders visibly melts away as his ears gradually lower in total, easy defeat.

The sharp line of his jaw rolls with hers as they ride the first sensual wave of the kiss, and Jake's hands find her slender waist in an instant, his fingers molding themselves around the hourglass dips of those lean curves that must be so excruciatingly familiar to him.

She presses her body up against his, anchoring him down as she slips her hands up around his neck to pull him deeper into the kiss.

"Fuck," Jake mumbles against her lips, his words coming out shaky, urgent, and muffled. "I missed you so much, baby. So—" kiss "—much."

His movements swiftly become sporadic, his jaw now grinding against her delicate one with hungry, desperate force as their faces tilt back and forth, his flat nose bumping over hers in a passionate, clumsy motion. His trembling fingers dart from her cheeks to her shoulders, not knowing what to do with themselves—tangling in her smooth, dark braids as they bury themselves behind her head to cup her like she’s the only breath of air left in his lungs.

Her hands fly to his hair as he suddenly collapses into her with his whole weight, his massive shoulders hunching to completely engulf her smaller frame. He loops his heavy arms around her waist, his palms sliding down the steep curve of her back to hook firmly under her small rear—delivering a hard, possessive squeeze right beneath her thrashing tail. With a low growl in his chest, he bends his knees and hoists her body flush against him, locking her hips tight against his in an embrace that draws a sharp, breathless gasp from her throat.

It becomes intimate. Ravaging. Very quickly.

You're frozen on your propped-up, hollow-feeling elbows, with no choice but to stare with your mouth hanging agape at the agonizingly painful yet breathtaking reunion unfolding right before your eyes.

They look like a fucking masterpiece together. The profile of two gorgeous, towering figures cut from the exact same cloth, devouring one another with a primal passion that leaves you completely undone.

As you lie there—dumbfounded and not knowing what the hell to do with yourself—a sudden, uncontrollable flood of warmth pools straight into the bowl of your lower belly.

You hate yourself for it, but it's already there. Dripping hot and syrupy into your groin as you watch her flip the switch in him with a single kiss. As you watch him lose his mind and ravish her slender body like an untamed beast.

Your cheeks burn crimson with sudden, flaming anger.

Anger at Jake for being so weak and giving in so damn easily. Anger that he reduced you to a side note—a temporary sanity check—right before his wife slapped the taste out of his mouth. Anger for having to witness something so devastatingly intimate while your stomach tightens into knots with a humiliating mixture of jealousy and slick desire.

The heat in your core only spikes sharper as a deep, familiar rumble resonates from the pit of Jake's throat. He releases a low, vibrational groan right into her mouth, and your body betrays you with a hard, involuntary throb right against your panties.

Fuck. It's one of your favorite sounds. The delicious, chest-deep purr of Jake stirring from his arousal.

From your low vantage point down on the stones, your eyes are drawn like helpless magnets to the heavy ridge straining against his loincloth, lifting to full, glorious mast as it presses up between them. The thick, unmistakable outline of that heavenly curve. The one that's stretched you to unimaginable limits and filled you beyond satisfaction countless times. The one you’d often go to bed thinking about with your fingers jamming frantically inside you.

He's weak for her. Weak, horny, and completely at her mercy.

Just like you are, getting shamefully turned on as you watch the display of fireworks exploding between them—unable to stop your body's biological reaction to something so invasively, sickeningly attractive.

Maybe Neytiri was right when she said he finishes too quickly.

Maybe he has a damn good reason to.

You shuffle on the sharp stones, grinding your thighs tight together to clamp down on the hot tightness throbbing between your legs as a small, raspy noise slips past your mask—a pathetic attempt to clear your throat.

It doesn't stir so much as an ear flick from Jake—completely submerged in her, his eyes squeezed shut as his mouth devours hers.

But Neytiri hears it.

Her ear twitches, and her yellow eyes snap open, dead-focused over his massive shoulder.

She pulls away from his lips with an abrupt, loud smack that echoes sharply over the rushing water. Jake lets out a ragged, chest-heaving breath onto her cheek, almost groaning pathetically at the loss of contact as his eyes slowly blink open to reveal huge, glazed-over pupils.

Her red war paint has smeared messily across his lower face—over his lips, chin, and cheeks—making him look like he's just feasted on raw prey.

Neytiri turns her attention to you with a smooth twist of her neck, and Jake immediately cranes down, delivering his hungry mouth to her throat instead—his tongue dragging over her soft, ash-painted skin like a starving creature trying to lap up every drop of passion she's ignited in him.

She peers down at you through heavy, crescent-moon eyes, her chest heaving beneath his relentless mouth. As he buries his face deeper into her neck, her lips curl into a slow, lazy smile.

It's a bitter pill to swallow as you stare at the corners of her plump, paint-smeared mouth lifting with the unmistakable grin of total victory.

She's proven her fucking point. Touché.

Her eyes suddenly flick down, tracing over your small, sprawled-out body until they land right between your legs. You follow her gaze—suddenly terribly self-conscious—to where your knees are bowed together, your boots splayed out against the pebbles.

You feel it like a heavy weight anchoring you to the ground: the betrayal of your arousal soaking heavily through your panties, triggered merely by the show she just put on.

You know that's why she's smirking.

Without once breaking your gaze, she places a flat, firm palm against Jake's forehead—slowly peeling his pandering lips off her throat. She slips effortlessly from his weakened grip, discarding him like a dazed fool as she starts slinking toward you, her hips swaying with a slow, predatory intent.

Oh, crap.

You scramble backward on your elbows, your boots skidding uselessly as your fingers dig into the cold, shifting stones beneath you.

But she’s too fast.

She drops into a low squat directly over your pinned legs, her massive, smirking face looming uncomfortably close to yours—close enough that you can smell the metallic tang of her paint, the sharp scent of river water, and the heavy, intoxicating musk of Jake's kiss clinging to her skin.

"What is it my husband likes so much about you, sky person?" she asks, reaching out to examine a strand of your hair between her four fingers. The question comes out far more genuine and curious than you expect, considering she was spewing pure venom at you just moments ago.

Your brain short-circuits under the pressure, and the brutally honest words spill out of your mouth without permission.

"Having my tits pressed against his prison cell window," you blurt out.

You wince instantly, your breath held tight in your throat as Neytiri's huge yellow eyes drop down to your chest, her gaze lingering over the small RDA stencil stamped right over your left breast.

You don't know what the fuck possessed you to commit such reckless suicide. Maybe it's the bitter jealousy of watching her snog the life out of Jake, or the adrenaline still humming through your veins from your own shamefully betraying arousal.

You instantly feel like the brat Jake always claims you are whenever you act out of line—the unruly version of you he'd throw over his knee on his hard cell floor with a sharp, uncompromising spank to put you back in your place.

You brace for the worst. You wait for her wrath to bear down on you again—for another staggering blow to the chest, one hard enough to crush your ribs and finish you off on the stones for good.

But before you can close your eyes, her hands snap around your wrists like iron cuffs. A sharp gasp is yanked from your lungs as she effortlessly hauls you off the ground, dragging you up until you're sitting upright right in her face.

"Then let me see," she sneers, a playful, dangerous glint dancing in her eyes.

She reaches down, her long fingers hooking into your placket, and pops open the entire line of your shirt buttons in one sharp, effortless tug. The fabric snaps open, your big breasts jostling from the force, and her pupils instantly expand at the sight.

You’re wearing a sheer, beige bra under your shirt—just a flimsy, sweat-wicking staple from your base locker—but from the way the playfulness evaporates from Neytiri's expression like steam off a hot iron, you'd think it's the most fascinating artifact she's ever seen. She tilts her head, her nostrils flaring slightly as she leans in suffocatingly close.

You recoil, clamping a forearm across your chest to cover your modesty, but she flicks your arm away with an annoyed twitch of her ears—treating your defense like a pesky insect.

Her long, ash-painted fingers fall straight over one of your cupped boobs, splaying out around the soft curve to give it an inquisitive, firm squeeze.

You wince as your nipple reacts to her touch instantly through the thin layer of fabric, stiffening into a hard peak right against her warm, foreign palm. Her hand is distinctly smaller than Jake's—though it still buries your entire breast—her touch softer, her skin lacking the rough, heavy callouses of his.

"Are all human breasts this large?" she asks absently, cocking her head to one side as her large yellow eyes track the wobble of your plush in her hand. Her ears swivel all the way forward with genuine interest, making her look less like an intimidating, bloodthirsty warrior and more like a curious cat inspecting a strange new species of prey.

"I—er, no... different sizes," you stutter, completely paralyzed as her other long hand glides up to cup your other boob.

She hums low in her throat, her tail sweeping in a slow arc behind her.

Without hesitation, she drags both thumb pads over the erect outlines of your nipples, giving your swollen peaks a light, testing pinch through the thin synthetic mesh.

A shudder runs down your spine. You try to keep your hammering heart steady as you dart a desperate, pleading glance over her shoulder toward Jake—praying he’ll step in and stop this situation from spiraling completely out of control.

But, once again, that doesn't seem likely.

You find him rooted to the riverbank a few paces away, his long, thick arms hanging like dead weights at his sides as he drinks in the sight of her touching you.

He stands perfectly still, motionless and subdued, but the dirty, unhinged hunger burning in his eyes is loud enough to scream.

You swear you've never seen such an intense shadow darken that hooded citrine gaze. Not even after all those reckless nights spent losing your mind with him under the gritty, clinical light of his prison cell.

Jake knows exactly how soft and pliant your pale, pink tits are. He knows how they feel when he shoves them together and buries his heavy, rough face in your cleavage. He knows the exact pitch of the gasps you make when he sweeps his hot, heavy tongue over your nipples—how the air is punched out of your lungs when he squeezes your waist just a little too hard.

And right now, the big bastard looks perfectly content to let his curious, commanding wife find out every single detail for herself.

You knit your brows at him, flaring your eyes wide in a frantic, silent plea for backup, but he doesn't move a damn muscle.

Instead, the corners of his messy, paint-smeared mouth curl up into a deeply amused, wicked smirk. And then—he shrugs. He actually fucking shrugs at you.

You can practically hear his drawl echoing in your head—You're on your own, sweetheart. Smug, low, and completely infuriating.

He isn't going to stop her. No fucking chance. Not with the way he's watching with his loincloth tented like the big, horny idiot he's been reduced to.

He's enjoying the view far too much.

Twat.

Your cheeks burn with hot, humiliated irritation at Jake, but Neytiri pulls your attention right back, reeling your eyes in like ropes as her long fingers quickly unlace the tight, woven band binding her chest.

The woven material drops into the gravel, and your breath is torn clean out of your lungs as her bare chest is exposed directly in front of your face.

Fuck, she’s stunning.

As stunning as you would imagine from looking at the rest of her elegantly sleek, lethal frame.

Her ash-painted under-boob glides upward in soft, effortless curves, flawlessly tapering into the dark, dusky peaks of her taut nipples. They sit against her sternum so effortlessly it’s as though gravity barely seems to touch her.

You can only imagine how weightless they must feel on her chest, and a sudden, sharp pang of envy hits you as you think about the days your own heavy, soft chest makes your back ache. It must be nice—

"Want to touch?"

Neytiri's voice drops into a soft, honeyed purr that snaps you instantly out of your head.

Without even thinking—completely under her lure and caught in a wave of your own growing curiosity—you reach up, splaying your small, apprehensive hands across the firm expanse of her chest.

You give her boobs a light, nervous squeeze. Testing the waters.

As you'd expect, they feel firm—far more solid and toned than your own yielding human breasts. Her nipples are thick and warm, almost rubber-like beneath your nervous fingertips. You give the dark peaks a tentative pinch, and a low, vibrational rumble vibrates straight through her sternum—the purr sliding heavily up her throat.

You drag your eyes up to her face, finding her gaze heavily lidded and locked onto your exploring hands, her full lips parted.

"Jake," she calls out lazily, not once breaking eye contact with you. "Come here and undress your human."

The spell shatters in an instant. Your heart drops into your stomach, a sudden, sharp spike of adrenaline flushing through your system at the reminder that Jake is—in fact—still standing right there, watching.

You retract your hands swiftly, blushing furiously as you swivel your gaze toward him.

Jake approaches with slow, heavy strides, his feet crunching against the river stones. His outline blots out the growing morning sun, throwing you into cool shadow as he sinks down onto his haunches, settling right next to Neytiri with a sharp flick of his tail.

As your eyes adjust to the light, they immediately fall to the red-stained corners of his mouth curling into a big, lopsided smirk at you.

It's a look that’s borderline dangerous. Feral. You find yourself gulping hard under the weight of his gaze, suddenly imagining those messy lips dragging across your bare skin, smearing his wife's paint all over you like a goddamn canvas.

"Shit," he chuckles darkly, his pupils so dilated they almost swallow his golden irises whole as his gaze flicks hungrily between Neytiri's bare breasts and yours. "Didn't see this coming."

He looks like he can't decide which cookie jar he wants to sink his hands into first, but he obeys his wife's command—reaching out to peel the fabric of your shirt off your shoulders.

With the two of them looming over you like hungry predators and Jake's massive hands completely dwarfing your frame, you suddenly feel overcrowded—too soft and too small, like an insignificant human toy they're taking turns playing with.

"I can undress myself, Jake. I'm not a fucking doll," you snap sharply, shrugging his grip off and shoving his hands away. Your push barely nudges his heavy arms, but it makes his sharp yellow eyes snap up to yours, the smirk instantly drying on his lips.

Neytiri lets out a shrill, delighted chuckle beside him, her ears perking forward in genuine amusement. "I see she puts you in line, ma Jake. Is that why you like her so much?"

"Yeah, she's a mouthy little one, alright," Jake murmurs, his gaze holding yours hostage with dark, challenging intent. His smirk returns with a wicked vengeance, pulling back his lips enough to reveal the sharp, predatory points of his fangs. "Easy to tame, though. Helps she's so damn small."

Your cheeks blaze with a fresh wave of heat.

"No need to be a dick," you mutter under your breath.

His jaw flexes, and a low, silent warning flashes across his eyes—a look that promises a brutal lesson the second he gets you alone. It's the subtle, stern look that makes your stomach flip with a sickeningly sweet rush of adrenaline. One you often find yourself purposefully pushing your luck for.

Without another word, he drops forward onto his knees, the river stones crunching heavily under his massive weight. There's no stopping his hands now—he strips your shirt roughly off your arms and tosses the crumpled scrap of fabric into the pebbles.

"All bark and no bite, aren't you, princess?" he smiles, crowding your body with his as he leans forward over your shoulders, purposeful pressing himself against you. You can smell the heavy musk of the long night lingering on his skin and feel the warm puff of his breath against your collarbone as his huge fingers reach behind your back—unhooking the clasp of your bra with the swift, practiced fluency he’s perfected.

"The mask stops her biting," he continues, getting carried away as your bra straps slip down your shoulders. "Though without a mask," he lets out a low, appreciative whistle, "God damn—"

He flinches as Neytiri smacks him with a sharp THWACK across the back, her ears flattening back and her nose crinkling in visceral Na'vi disgust at his crude human chatter.

But her annoyance vanishes the split second your bra slips off your shoulders and falls into your lap—leaving your plump, bare breasts completely exposed to the Pandoran air.

You feel a hot, betraying flush creep all the way down from your burning cheeks to your chest under the double weight of their dilated feline eyes.

They just stare, frozen in a suffocating silence so heavy you can hear every lap of river water against the pebbles, each second dragging out like an eternity.

"Pretty, ain't they," Jake marvels distractedly, finally breaking the spell.

A flicker of annoyance flashes across Neytiri's face again, and she sends him a scowl, her ears flattening as her tail snaps against the pebbles like a lit fuse.

But Jake doesn't care. He's completely gone.

The sight of your hard, pink peaks exposed to the open air—practically begging to be touched and sucked—fuels him to finish the job.

You lean back on your propped-up elbows to give him space, your strength evaporating as he wrenches your boots off, tossing them aside to free your hot feet.

It’s like a switch flips in your brain. A thick, syrupy haze settles behind your eyes, sinking into your limbs until you feel completely weightless, like you're floating underwater.

The sharp rasp of your zipper tearing open echoes loudly in the quiet. You watch through heavy eyelids as those big, blue hands hook into your waistband and tug your camo pants down your legs—stripping you all the way down until you're lying there in nothing but your damp, ruined pink panties.

Any lingering fight in you vanishes into thin air. You suddenly want nothing more than to let him do whatever the fuck he wants to you. To let him touch, use, and play with you exactly like the helpless doll you just feebly claimed you weren't.

Jake's had that terrifying, addictive effect on you from the very start. From the moment you first stripped for him behind the thick window of his cell—pressing your naked body flat against the cool glass until his dick was content.

He leans back on his heels, taking a deep, slow drag of air through his nose as he lets his admiring gaze sweep over your figure. Down the curved line of your waist. The soft flare of your hips. Over the damp stain on your panties wedged between your delicate, plump thighs.

You realize—with a sharp, twisting punch to the gut—that this is also the first time he's seen your body in the full, unfiltered daylight. Free from the dingy, grey shadows of his prison cell.

Neytiri glances over at him, her half-moon eyes sparkling with a dark, expectant curiosity.

"And the undergarment?" she purrs.

Jake remains motionless for a beat, his golden gaze heavy and unblinking.

Then he leans forward again on his knees, sending his massive hands crawling slowly up your bare legs.

You bite your lip to stop the embarrassed squirm from escaping as his long, rough thumbs graze along the soft skin of your inner thighs—working their way up in a deliberate, agonizing tease. Most of the time he's impatient—yanking your panties aside with a sharp, greedy tug when he’s desperate to play with you. But you can tell he’s dragging it out on purpose, loving every single second of putting on a performance for his wife's eyes.

His heavy gaze locks onto yours the moment his massive hands reach your hips, a few beads of his coarse dreadlocks falling forward to brush like velvet against your bare tummy.

Your breath hitches as his thumb glides deliberately over your folds—pressing his broad, calloused pad straight into the warm damp spot you’ve made in your panties, before sliding his fingers beneath the elastic waistband.

"Got yourself all excited there, hm?" he smirks, his voice dropping into a quiet, raspy murmur meant only for you.

"Shut up," you mumble back.

Your body obeys without a second thought—your hips lifting automatically as he glides the flimsy piece of pink fabric down your thighs and over your ankles. He tosses it aside, leaving you lying there, stark naked on the river pebbles under the open sky. The chill you’ve been fighting finally breaks through, making a violent shiver wreck your spine as the cool air wrings your nipples into tight, aching knots.

"Show me, Jake," Neytiri purrs from above, her tone laden with a dark, heavy silk that sets your blood on fire.

Jake’s attention is torn from your exposed body, his eyes dropping to where Neytiri is idly dragging a long finger along his inner thigh—brushing just bare inches from the thick, prominent bulge straining beneath his loincloth.

"Show me how you play with her."

His eyes dart up to meet his wife's, frozen for a beat as if processing the sheer wicked luck of her demand.

He doesn't need to be told twice.

His tongue sweeps over his lower lip as he reaches down. Before you can even react, his massive arms loop around your middle, casually hoisting your small frame off the pebbles as he settles back, pulling you squarely into a straddle across one of his thick, striped thighs.

Your hands land against his solid chest, and as you peer up from beneath your mask, your eyes fall straight into the magnetic pull of his big, hooded citrine ones.

It's like you're seeing them up close for the very first time all over again—transported right back to the moment you nervously slid into his lap on his cell floor.

Draped in the clarity of the wild Pandoran sunlight, his eyes are a constellation of new streaks, specks, and fascinating details you've never even had the chance to notice before. Rich, swirling tones of gold and topaz—dark flecks and light amber freckles that shimmer beneath the shade of his dark, intricate lashes.

Christ, he really is breathtaking. You could lose yourself in those eyes for days—drawn hopelessly into the deep, expanding black of his pupils.

You only realize you're staring like an idiot when his hands slide from your waist to your hips. Your breath hitches as he gives you a subtle, possessive tug downward—anchoring you flush against his thigh with a deliberate tease of pressure.

The warm, slick feeling of your bare pussy pressed tightly against his smooth blue skin sends a violent rush of involuntary pleasure surging straight up your spine.

A faint, barely audible whimper slips past your lips. It's a tiny, breathy sound that would escape any human ear—but both Jake and Neytiri's pointed, sensitive ears instantly twitch forward to drink in the noise.

Before your whirring mind can even process what he’s doing, Jake hunches over you, nuzzling his flat, broad nose greedily into your chest. The sudden weight forces you back, making way for his parted lips as they drop right over your tit, drawing the soft, plush weight deep into his hot, wet mouth with a hungry pull. A ragged gasp rips from your throat, your hands shooting up to clutch at the back of his neck to keep yourself from tumbling backward over his leg.

Oh, fuck.

Your head suddenly feels like a heavy weight on your shoulders as the tip of his broad, velvety tongue starts dancing over your nipple—swirling around your areola in slow, torturous circles before flicking over the hard peak with expert, practiced precision. Your neck goes completely limp, your head rolling back as a helpless, breathy moan is reeled straight out of your chest by his mouth.

"Mm, yeah," Jake mumbles, his low, purring voice wet as it vibrates right through his tongue and into the skin of your throbbing nipple. "She loves her big titties being sucked, don't you, sweetheart?"

He anchors you down with another subtle, hard tug onto his thigh, grinding your slick, hot folds flat against his rubbery blue skin. You bite down hard on your lower lip, trying to bridle the enthusiastic moan threatening to agree with him—acutely, terrifyingly aware that Neytiri is hovering mere inches away, drinking in every second of this display.

You catch her movement like a swift shadow in the edge of your vision, and you tilt your heavy head to risk a hazy, cautious glance.

Her golden eyes are completely blown out, her pupils expanding and contracting like camera lenses as she leans in dangerously close to where Jake’s mouth is rolling over your tit. Her ears give a subtle twitch each time it makes a wet squelch, her lips parting slightly as he delivers fresh, glistening coats of saliva—each stroke brushing your chest with the faint red hue of the paint daubed across his lower face.

At least his incredible mouth work is keeping her thoroughly entertained—and no longer actively contemplating tearing your throat out.

You suddenly flinch, a sharp whine hitching in your throat as Jake traps your sensitive peak between his fangs. He gives it a light, teasing nip before drawing the whole peak back into the hot cavern of his mouth with a low, rumbling groan—sending an intense jolt of heat pulsing straight into your groin.

Fuck, it feels so good...

Suspiciously good, considering you aren't even moving.

As you peer down past the thick, coarse mass of his dark dreadlocks, a sudden, breath-stealing realization hits you: he’s rocking your hips in the most discreet, agonizingly rhythmic motion. Back and forth, back and forth, his hands locking your pelvis tightly against the dense muscle of his thigh. It’s completely invisible from the outside—the only give-away being the subtle flex of tendons across the backs of his broad hands and the pale, white marks where his fingers bite deep into your hips.

Dry humping Jake—clothed or not—always made you fall apart in seconds.

Whether it was over his leg, his broad hand, or the tight material of his jumpsuit over his thick, heavenly, bulge, the sheer pressure of grinding against his warm, unyielding body never failed to snap your control in record time. It was a game to him—pushing you into an intense, breathless orgasm so fast you sometimes had to plead with him to slow down. He knows every single shortcut to unraveling your body, and the sly, cocky bastard is using every last bit of that intimate knowledge right now to show off just how effortlessly he can turn you inside out.

Possibly for his own twisted amusement. Probably because he wants to impress Neytiri.

His broad fingers dig bruisingly into your ass as he gives the dense, bunched muscles of his thigh a hard, deliberate flex straight against your pussy—sending a fresh, violent surge of heat straight up your spine that has you biting your lip raw to stifle a desperate cry.

He lets out a deep, rumbling purr as he shifts to your other breast, taking the neglected peak into his mouth with a far more frantic, greedy energy now, his tail giving a heavy thump against the stones behind him.

"Gonna come for me like a good girl?" he murmurs roughly against your wet skin—more of a command than a question—as his hands relentlessly drive your hips downward in quick, micro-jerks.

Your breath comes in ragged, shallow gasps as you get close. Through the haze, you catch Neytiri leaning in even closer—her blown-out yellow eyes darting greedily between his working mouth and your wrecked face, her full lips curling into a dark, utterly fascinated grin.

You squeeze your eyes shut as Jake jolts your pelvis with one last rough, merciless bounce on his leg—a final, devastating blow that snaps the tension like a dry twig.

"Fuck, Jake—" you seethe through gritted teeth as your lower abdomen clamps tight around the flaming knot of an unstoppable orgasm. Your legs lock uselessly around his heavy thigh, your nails digging deep into the back of his neck as you anchor yourself against the incoming explosion.

You erupt with a fractured, breathy moan as the climax slams into you—hard, fast, and completely unforgiving. Your eyes roll back, your mind spinning into complete weightlessness as the violent contractions flood your pelvis and melt your bones to liquid jelly. You desperately force yourself to picture Neytiri’s terrifying, lethal scowl—anything to keep from screaming his name into the open air in the filthy, desperate way your body demands.

Only when he's sure you're completely wrecked, Jake releases his mouth from your chest with a slick sound, immediately wrapping his massive, solid arms around your back to catch your collapsing body flush against his chest.

"Woah," he chuckles with a heavy, self-satisfied rumble—sounding genuinely breathless—his hot air puffing against the top of your head. "Doesn't take much at all, does it, princess?"

He tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear as he pulls your small, panting frame flush against his chest—resting your limp head beneath the sturdy shelf of his jaw, broadcasting just how desperately you need his frame like a solid support you in your post-climax haze.

Despite feeling completely fucked out with your hands slumped weakly around his neck, you roll your eyes with your brows furrowed. You pick up instantly on the quiet cockiness in his voice—that subtle, maddening streak of arrogance lingering behind his innocent tone.

He thinks he's so damn clever, playing surprised in front of his wife as if he didn't deliberately engineer the whole scene with his sneaky, maneuvering hands. Whoops, would you look at that! Made her come. God, he drives you insane. But right now, with your whole body melted into a warm, useless mush across his leg, you don't have an ounce of strength to stay mad at him.

Just as you're about to murmur a faint protest into the crook of his neck, you suddenly flinch—feeling a cool swipe of fingers drag across Jake's thigh right behind your bare ass, right over the sticky, wet mess you've left on his skin.

You peer back through heavy lids to find Neytiri bringing her dark fingers up to her face. She inspects the glossy, wet trail she's mopped off his skin before holding it straight beneath her flaring nostrils.

"She finishes quickly for you, ma Jake," she hums in contemplation, her pupils dilating at the intimate, tangy scent.

"Oh yeah," Jake teases, a low rumble vibrating in his chest as he boasts like a smug idiot. "Told you she loves it." He runs his fingers all the way up and down your bare spine—a subconscious, comforting habit he developed back in his cell—sending a fresh ripple of gooseflesh skittering across your skin.

Neytiri lets out a sharp, amused chuckle, her half-lidded golden eyes locking onto his with sultry precision.

"Not as much as you do, skxawng."

She glides forward on her knees, crowding effortlessly into the space between his broad thighs right alongside your trembling body. Cupping his jaw in one long-fingered hand, she tilts his head back and feeds her slick-coated fingers straight between his parted lips.

You've never seen Jake's cocky act crumble so fast.

"You like her taste?" Neytiri purrs softly, her voice dropping into a whirring, rhythmic melody that hums through the humid morning air—stirring your mind into a floaty, hypnotic trance as you watch her glide your arousal over his broad tongue.

His dark lashes look like they suddenly weigh too much as he gazes up at her like a man under a spell.

"Mm," he hums, his cheeks caving in as he sucks the heady taste of you straight off her fingers, his thick throat bobbing in a prominent swallow as his golden eyes roll shut. "Fuck, I do."

"Did she keep you satisfied, ma Jake?" she purrs, maintaining the slow, agonizing slide of her fingers against his lips as she glides to her feet, looming over him like an intoxicating goddess.

Jake's head tilts back automatically to follow her movement, his massive hand freezing uselessly against your back as he gives a weak, dazed nod.

"Did you touch yourself over this?"

She slowly slides her glistening, paint-smeared fingers from his mouth, reaching down to pull the side-knot of her woven loincloth. The braided cord slips free effortlessly, and the coarse patch of material drops straight to the river stones between Jake's splayed knees—leaving her in nothing but her leather riding straps.

His jaw falls slack, a weak breath escaping him as his gaze falls down to her heat staring him right in the face, glistening with a gleam of slick in the stark morning light.

Fucking hell. Even through your hazy, post-climax brain, a jolt of dirty curiosity surges straight through you—gawking up at her alongside Jake in absolute, breathless wonder and dark curiosity.

It glints in the stark morning light like a mesmerizing blue jewel. The smooth, deep cerulean of her folds contrasts sharply with the pale ash paint coating her skin—a breathtaking, intoxicating spectacle. Her swollen bud, a vibrant purple and far larger than any human’s, pulses prominently beneath her hood, sleek and perfectly primed for the heavy cock currently throbbing beneath Jake’s loincloth. You feel him shift against your knee under the fabric—rock-solid, twitching, and desperately begging to sink into her wet warmth.

"S-so much," Jake stutters unthinkingly, his throat bobbing in a rough, jagged swallow as he leans toward her right over your shoulder.

"Been missing how good you make me feel, husband," she hums. She takes one last seductive step forward, closing the distance until his hot, trembling breath ghosts over her slit. Cupping the sides of his face—her long fingers catching his twitching ears—she pulls him forward without a second's hesitation, pressing her wet cunt directly against his waiting mouth.

She lets out a wispy, shocked breath at the seamless fit of his lips against her, her tail curling tightly between her thighs as a sharp, uninhibited moan tears from her throat, her head falling back into the light. Jake’s eyes flutter as he locks greedily around her swollen clit. His whole frame giving a dip beneath you as his other shaky hand comes up to her hip, his chest heaving hard as he lets out a muffled, pinch-browed groan right into her pussy.

You've never seen anything so overwhelmingly arousing just inches from your face. It's enough to make you flush like a goddamn giddy schoolgirl.

Neytiri’s lidded siren act is gone out the window, replaced by something raw and feral as she immediately starts rolling her hips in greedy, desperate grinds against his mouth.

Jake is already obliging desperately. Submissively. You watch as his tongue slips out, lapping and sliding against her folds in tandem with her rhythmic thrusting before curling into a sharp, rigid point for her to ride on.

"Ma Jake, oeru teya si," Neytiri groans breathlessly, her long fingers buried in his dreads as she drives his head against her in a harsh, heavy rhythm. "Sìltsan ’evengan."

Her Na’vi makes no sense, but from the raw, purring tone of her voice and the way Jake's twitching ears perk up instantly, you know it's praise. It looks agonizing—the way she’s gripping his scalp so tight her knuckles are pale—but he’s clearly loving every second of it. His chest hums against your back in a deep, bone-rattling purr.

His massive hand tightens at your waist before sliding lower, engulfing your ass cheek in his hot, calloused palm, while his other hand digs deep into Neytiri’s hip—anchoring both of you to his heavy frame.

You sigh softly as his fingers begin to explore—groping you roughly before slipping between your thighs to trace slick, heavy circles around your entrance. Your eyes flutter shut, a small moan escaping your throat before you catch yourself and bite your lip raw.

Opening your heavy eyes, your lidded gaze travels down to the massive, leaking swell beneath his loincloth.

The poor thing looks achingly hard. The thick, rigid outline of his shaft twitches violently against the woven fabric, straining in a desperate search for relief.

It would be a sin not to help him out. Cruel, even.

Taking advantage of the fact that his hands are full and his mouth is currently occupied being wildly face-fucked by his untamed wife, you reach down in front of you. Concentrating hard with your tongue poked between your teeth, you work at the tricky side-knot of thin cord until it finally slips free, and the coarse material falls straight onto the river pebbles below.

The sheer heat radiating off his vein-ridged cock hits your knuckles before you even touch him. He groans in relief as it releases from the restraint, springing free with a heavy, recoiling bounce and settling into a thick, upward curve between his thighs. The bioluminescent spots trailing up his blue shaft pulse faintly in the light, the deep, flushed purple of his swollen mushroom head beading with a fresh drop of glowing pre-cum.

The sight of that huge, uninhibited Na'vi erection never fails to light your core like a goddamn furnace.

You bite your lip and reach for it.

The broad, glistening head is far too wide for your small human fingers to wrap around completely, but the instant your warm palm closes tightly over what it can manage, Jake lets out a desperate, muffled groan straight into Neytiri's wet core—the heavy vibration echoing through his chest and pulsing straight into your fingertips.

Neytiri lets out a particularly heavy, sultry moan of pleasure from above, but even her heady voice isn't enough to drag your eyes away from the glorious, throbbing weapon in your palm.

He twitches hard as you squeeze, applying a firm, milking pressure as you slide your cupped grip down the thick, heavy lines of his veins to the base—where his heavy, blue balls rest—before stroking back up, dragging his foreskin with your palm. You twist your grip over the flared edge of his broad head just the way he likes before pumping your hand back down.

It only takes two strokes to coax another ragged groan from his chest, his hips bucking in an involuntary spasm beneath you. His heavy thigh twitches violently between your legs as a fresh, hot bead of pre-cum wells from his slit—leaking in a thick, slick dribble over your knuckles.

Fuck. He’s practically at breaking point already.

Jake's endurance is usually extraordinary. Admirable, even. But you can hardly blame him for losing his mind when he’s trapped in a vise like this between his two women.

A wicked thought flits across your mind like a light bulb, lighting up your face with a savage, triumphant grin.

You can use this to pay him back for being such an arrogant show-off earlier. Give him a taste of his own medicine for once.

"Hm... what was that you said to me again, Jake?" you hum with a breathless, wicked smirk, pinching your lip as you watch your slick-covered fingers stroke up and down his rigid shaft. "Something about getting yourself all excited?"

His chest heaves violently as his cock throbs again in your palm. You know he heard you from the sharp way his ears clamp flat against his head—from how his facial muscles flinch as his mouth struggles to keep pace with Neytiri's demanding, grinding hips above him.

Without a second's hesitation, you haul yourself up by his broad shoulders. You swing your leg over his other thigh, squeezing directly into the narrow space beneath Neytiri’s hips to mount his lap in a full straddle. You reach down, guiding his heavy head to your entrance, and the moment the searing, wet tip brushes your folds, your eyes roll back. You moan softly as you glide his sensitive head through your slickness, making Jake's entire frame convulse beneath you before you slowly sink all the way down—swallowing his massive length whole.

A broken moan cracks from your throat as he slides in, stretching you deliciously wide—filling you so completely that your cervix takes the full, blunt pulse of his tip. With his cock buried snug and tight against your warm walls, you immediately start grinding.

"Jake," you groan breathlessly, your shoulder knocking into Neytiri's long leg as you roll your hips over his in a frantic, desperate rhythm.

"Fuck," he gargles, almost choking on her wetness as he tries to tear his face away from the sodden folds of her pussy. His head rolls back in pure, tortured agony—only for Neytiri to haul him right back down against her heat with a sharp, breathless hiss of disapproval.

His trembling hand drops from Neytiri's hip to the stones, fingers digging hard into the gravel for leverage, while his other hand claws violently into your waist.

He’s trying with everything he has to lock your pelvis still. To stop himself from cumming without even having chance to slide his dick inside his wife’s pussy for the first time in a year.

You keep riding him anyway, ignoring his frantic grip as you loop your arms around the back of his neck to pull yourself flush against him. Your inner walls clench hard around his width, and the delicious, slick friction of his massive shaft grinding over your clit winds a fresh, unbearable knot of heat deep in your lower belly.

"Jake..." you moan softly, nuzzling the hot skin of his neck right beneath his jaw. Your hand glides down his chest to his stomach, fingers splaying out to give his rock-hard, rigid abdominal muscles a possessive squeeze. "You feel so good inside me. Gonna cum for me?"

His whole body locks up. Every tendon in his chest strains as he stops breathing entirely.

Seconds later, pure panic takes over. He grabs your hips and shoves you off his cock with frantic, desperate force, tearing himself out of Neytiri's grip with a violent tremble in his voice.

"Oh fuck, ’eveng—ftang, stop, stop!"

His native tongue slips seamlessly into panicked English as he scrambles backward on his elbows—sending you tumbling off his lap to land straight onto your backside with a thud right by Neytiri's feet.

You watch with absolute, breathless astonishment as he clamps a broad hand around the head of his violently pulsing cock in a white-knuckled grip. His jaw is clenched so hard the muscles ripple along his neck as he lets out a low, agonizing hiss that sits right on the edge of torture and ecstasy—desperately choking back the explosion that was about to fill your pussy.

"Told you. He finishes too quickly," hear Neytiri murmur breathlessly from above.

You swivel your gaze up to meet hers. She glances down at you, her blown-out pupils swimming with a potent mix of heavy desire and dark humor. She sends you a sharp, playful wink, her full lips curving into an amused smile.

You can't help letting out a small, stunned giggle.

"Shit. You're nasty," you chuckle.

You glance back over at Jake, who seems to have successfully choked back his release without painting the shore. His broad chest heaves as he leans back on both hands, taking deep, jagged breaths to steady his racing heart as his pulsing erection bobs in frustration between his legs.

"Woah," you snicker, getting a massive kick out of throwing his own self-satisfied words right back in his face. "That didn't take much."

Neytiri lets out a sudden, snorting chortle above you, clearly entertained by your nerve.

But Jake isn't amused in the damn slightest.

His golden eyes are heavy, flat, and downright lethal as they lock onto yours. He gives you a slow, unimpressed shake of his head with his nostrils flaring. For the first time since you met her, you're genuinely glad Neytiri is here, standing between you both. He looks like he wants to tackle you straight into the river bank and tear you apart.

Your triumphant grin vanishes in a heartbeat as Neytiri drops to her knees right beside you. Her lips curve into a wide, predatory smile, her long tail whipping in a slow, hypnotic arc as she sinks onto all fours—crawling directly over you.

"Lie down," she commands—that velvety, siren-like purr returning to her voice with full force.

She presses a single, long finger into the center of your chest, effortlessly pushing you back onto your elbows—and then flat onto your back against the smooth river stones. Your knees hitch up automatically, your heart hammering against your ribs as she looms over you, leaving you panting, wide-eyed, and completely helpless beneath her gaze.

You gulp hard as you gaze up at her, tracking her face as she leans down to one of your breasts. Her dark braids trail over your skin like heavy silk as her wide, warm tongue sweeps out to drag a soft, greeting lick straight across your nipple—making you gasp.

Your brows pinch together as you watch her take the sensitive peak between her full lips in a careful, deliberate suck—the gentle, reverent attention of her mouth sending a fresh surge of heat straight between your legs.

You realize she's being purposefully, agonizingly tender with you now. It's sweet, and it stirs a brand-new, intensely electric ache deep in your lower belly.

"Neytiri..." you moan softly under your breath, testing her name on your tongue just loud enough for her to hear over the rushing river.

Her ears twitch forward instantly. She breaks away from your breast, lifting her head to lock her large, glowing yellow eyes onto yours.

A dark, knowing smirk curves over her full lips.

"Want me to finish you properly?"

Your stomach drops with a sudden, dizzying rush of butterflies.

"Yes, please..." you murmur, nodding as you gaze up at her through your heavy lashes. You try desperately not to nod too fast—trying not to seem completely insane with need, despite the tight, throbbing knot of tension between your legs that's still begging to be undone from riding Jake.

You peer past your own breasts as she slinks lower, shuffling on her knees until her head is settled right between your thighs—her hips hoisted in the air with her long tail swaying in lazy, hypnotic arcs.

She examines your slick center with the exact same intense focus she gave your nipples, her large, warm hands wrapping around your inner knees to gently spread your legs wide open.

Her breath is hot against your sensitive, swollen folds as she leans in, her long, pretty lashes sweeping low over her cheeks. You erupt with a sharp gasp, your whole body jolting as her soft lips greet your pussy with a tender, lingering kiss. She slides her broad hands further underneath you, scooping up your hips to lift you off the pebbles and tilt you to a better angle.

And then her tongue slips inside.

Your head instantly spins, snapping back with a hard crunch against the smooth river stones.

"Oh fuck," you whine aloud, your hands blindly clutching at the gravel beside you as her huge Na'vi tongue slots rapidly in and out of your slit—filling you entirely, sending a tremulous wave of liquid heat shooting straight up into your gut.

The obscene, soaking sound of her mouth cuts through the quiet rushing of the river, wrapping itself around your entire body. You moan eagerly, your back arching high off the ground as your thighs begin to shake under her gentle grip.

A deep, resonant purr rumbles from her throat directly over your swollen clit, vibrating her lips against your skin until she suddenly pulls your sensitive bud deep into her mouth. The tight, flawless vacuum pulls a breathless shriek right out of your throat, your eyes rolling helplessly back into your skull.

Just when your vision is going completely hazy—the canopy of giant trees above blurring into a feverish smudge of green under Neytiri's relentless, warm sucking—you snap back and near enough jump out of your skin as a massive shadow falls over you.

Your eyes snap open, your vision dialing in razor-sharp as your instinct kicks in—your trembling thighs clamping around Neytiri’s head like a vise.

It's the full, towering silhouette of Jake, blotting out the sky above you.

He approaches like a deadly predator out of nowhere—swift, fluid, and with eerie, terrifying quietness for his massive size. You catch the glow of his yellow eyes as you stare up from the stones—blown-out, pitch-black, and burning with an unholy level of sheer, desperate hunger as he watches the feast taking place between your legs without him.

Neytiri doesn't miss a single, agonizing stroke on your pussy—her dark lashes still resting heavy against her cheekbones, her lapping only growing more frantic as her hands push your tensing legs back down against the shore. It seems as though she's completely, blissfully oblivious to Jake's looming presence.

Then he drops with a heavy, gravelly crunch right behind her, his knees digging into the smooth stones as he splays a broad, blue hand over the curve of her slender hip, giving it a slow, possessive stroke. Her thigh twitches in response, her ears giving a sharp, subtle flick.

And her tail raises.

Oh.

Through your thick, dizzying haze of pleasure, you watch with filthy fascination as Jake takes hold of her swaying tail—his ears swiveling forward as he drags it to the side to admire the soaked, exposed heat he's about to claim.

He shuffles forward on his knees, broad hands gripping both of her hips now, thumbs anchoring tightly into her flesh as he aligns his hungry, slick cock-head right between her legs.

You've never seen anything quite as feral as the way Neytiri's hips lift high at the contact—her skin reacting with a visible, shivering ripple as she presents herself to him, completely submitting while her mouth works on you effortlessly, her eyes still closed.

Without a second thought—devoid of anything remotely human—Jake thrusts himself deep inside her in one brutal, fluid drive, locking his hips flush against hers with a harsh, ragged growl.

A sharp, gravelly gasp hitches in Neytiri's throat as her ears pin straight back—her pupils flaring blown-out and black as her big eyes flash open at the sudden, rough intrusion, but she refuses to pull away from your center. The sheer force of Jake bottoming out inside her drives her face down hard against your pussy. Her mouth collides with your hyper-sensitive clit in a sudden, intense impact that rips a high-pitched squeal straight from your lungs.

"Fuck," Jake bellows in pure, desperate relief, his chest heaving against her back as he immediately settles into a quick, feral rutting—a relentless rhythm of pure animalistic need and total physical dominance.

The muscles in his thick arms tense and ripple as he locks them out for leverage, pushing his full, heavy weight onto her, forcing her down in a tight clamp against his hips. The force of each brutal thrust drives her mouth down into your pussy over and over, knocking the breath from your lungs in short, desperate bursts with every heavy, chest-rattling slam.

He groans between his teeth, his voice becoming a broken, gravelly mess above you as he squints down at the obscene sight of his own cock pounding in and out between her ass cheeks.

"Mm yeah, just like that, Neytiri," he pants, driving in with an extra strong thrust and a grunt that sends her lurching into your pussy with a cracked whine. "Jesus Christ, I missed this cunt. Drove me near insane, baby."

His raw confession rattles right through her body, vibrating directly through your fluttering clit and straight out your mouth in a desperate mewl.

"Christ, baby," Jake whines again—getting mouthy, completely losing himself—his head rolling back, stomach muscles rippling as he shifts his knees and picks up his pace another brutal notch. "You feel so good, ma. So fuckin' tight n wet. God fucking damn, Neytiri."

You stare up at him through the thin, clear curve of your exopack, your breath fogging the mask in breathless hitches of disbelief and red-hot arousal as you watch raw worship contort his features. You watch him lose himself on the verge of orgasm the way you have many times before—only this time, it's different.

It's strange how you don't feel an ounce of jealousy hearing those words fall from his mouth. Hearing him moan her name like that. Only the insanely wicked desire that seeing him fuck his woman spills straight into your guts—sending an unbearable wave of pleasure coursing through your center right against Neytiri's hot, clamped mouth over your clit. You wail as you reach up to grab onto her head, anchoring your hands as your legs tremble beneath them both.

You're about to come, hard, and you want to hear Jake completely break for her while you do. To see him unravel and lose his damn mind over her.

"Say her name again, Jake," you moan urgently, panting furiously as you stare up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, your fingers shaking against Neytiri's soft braids while her relentless tongue keeps you hovering right on the edge of the cliff.

Jake's blown-out eyes snap straight down to meet yours. For a split second, shock flickers across his face to hear your breathless voice ask for such a dirty thing.

But it's instantly swallowed by an ungodly level of dark, heavy lust as his gaze locks into yours.

"Neytiri," he growls—the sound low, dark, and thick as treacle as it spills from his chest.

"Again, Jake," you groan, forcing your heavy eyes to stay locked on his—wanting nothing more than to hear that deep, stomach-twisting voice in your ears as your vision starts to blur with stars. As your inner walls begin to seize tightly with your incoming orgasm beneath the frantic, trembling lips sucking you.

"Neytiri," he flinches with a wavering whimper, sucking in a sharp, ragged inhale. His eyes clamp shut as his sharp feline features twist in a sudden, agonizing wave of pleasure from her walls clamping hard around his shaft.

It's the absolute last thread snapping in your gut, flinging you headfirst over the edge.

"Oh fuck, Jake, I'm coming!" you cry in a sharp, breathy wail, your lower back peeling off the gravel in a deep arch as you unravel beneath Neytiri's mouth. Your hands and thighs shake out of control as you lock your grip onto her braids in a vice-like hold.

The white-hot rush floods every vein in your body as you come brutally hard, her wide tongue dragging messily over your slit while her breath spills against your skin in rapid, jagged shudders—her own ecstasy peaking in a violent domino effect.

Before you've even finished riding the wave, Neytiri rips her head away from your center—flung into her own devastating climax, exploding with a fierce, guttural shriek that rattles your very bones.

"JAKE!" she growls vehemently, her ears pinned flat against her skull as her glowing yellow eyes roll back into her head. Her whole face hangs slack for a split second before screwing up into a fierce, teeth-baring hiss, her voice shaking the very pebbles beneath you as she seethes out, "MA JAKE!!"

Your vision spins through your visor like you're drunk as you watch the pure power and muscle of Jake fuck her through her climax from above, his breath coming in quick, shallow bursts as he hovers on his own razor-thin brink.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum in this tight pussy," Jake rumbles, letting out a shaky, urgent gasp. His golden eyes are completely glazed over as he stares fixedly down at the obscene sight of his slick thighs slapping violently against her ass—his heavy balls smacking against her wet cunt with every relentless drive. "Gonna fill you up. Gonna put a baby in you, princess."

Neytiri's massive frame goes slack, the powerful thrum of her heart hammering against her ribs like a giant hummingbird as she slumps heavily over your stomach.

But astoundingly, the raw force of Jake triggers a second wave—her body tensing back up instantly with another orgasm, her ears pinning flat as she erupts with another piercing, vibrating scream directly into your skin

"Good fucking girl," Jake hisses, his tight necklace straining against his throat muscles as he throws his head back and shouts through the clearing with the most dominating, thundering voice you've ever heard projected from a man's lungs.

"MMMFUCK!"

He slams in with one last earth-shattering thrust, the force sending you and Neytiri squealing and jolting forward, before he stills with his hips pressed tightly against Neytiri's ass. His stomach heaves in violent, panting waves, his voice reduced to a weak, broken moan as he unloads thick, hot ropes deep inside her.

Neytiri goes completely limp against you, her body convulsing in random twitches and spasms—her full weight with the added pressure of Jake pushing into her near enough crushing you into the stones.

"Oh fuck," Jake swallows roughly, giving one last relieved groan as he topples forward over her back with his hands against the ground, before his arms give way and his whole upper body collapses down on top of you both with the weight of a building.

"JAKE!" you rasp, squirming desperately and shoving at Neytiri's unmoving shoulder as the crushing weight of both Na'vi threatens to squeeze the remaining air right out of your lungs. "Squashed!"

"Shit—sorry, angel," he pants out, immediately pushing himself back up onto his shaky, unstable knees to relieve the heavy pressure on your chest.

Neytiri finally stirs from all the frantic movement, dragging her long limbs up onto her hands with a heavy, deeply relieved sigh.

She gazes down at you with hooded, glassy eyes. Her ears droop low at the sides of her head, her features resting completely slack in a loose, sleepy expression of total satisfaction.

Her full lips curve into a slow, lazy smirk as she looks down at you.

"He fucks well, no?"

Hearing that word spill so casually from her mouth in the soft, rolling lilt of her Na'vi accent makes your own lips curl up into a broad grin, laughter bubbling up warmly in your chest.

She sits back up on her knees, pressing her back flush against Jake's broad chest as she tilts her head back to look up at him. He leans down with a deeply content, lopsided grin, his broad blue hands wrapping around her waist to pull her close. Their lips lock in a slow, sweet kiss, and Neytiri lets out a low, vibrating purr directly into his mouth.

“Oe ngar txoa livu?” Jake purrs deeply against her mouth, his broad chest rumbling as his fingers trail over her wet, cum-filled pussy right where he's still buried inside.

“Ngaytxoa, ma Jake,” she whispers. “Oel prrnentì new.”

His tail sways lazily behind him as he takes her lips in one more tender kiss, letting out a soft, deep exhale through his nose.

As she starts to peel away, Jake blows out a long breath and takes his sensitive, softening shaft in his broad hand—slowly gliding it all the way out of her. It pulls a generous wave of cum with it that spills in heavy drops onto the river bank, leaving his thick, spent cock hanging heavy between his thighs.

You watch lazily as Neytiri crawls a short distance away, finding a sunny spot on the pebbles where she rolls straight onto her back—hugging her long knees up to her chest with a contented sigh as her eyes drift shut.

The second she’s settled, Jake’s massive hands come straight for you.

He has the absolute dorkiest, most hopelessly satisfied grin plastered across his face as he leans over you. With effortless, gentle strength, he scoops you straight off the ground and pulls you flush against his chest—his thick, striped forearm forming a warm, solid seat beneath your bare backside as he cradles you close.

"I wanna kiss you," he murmurs, nuzzling his massive, warm face directly into the crook of your neck while his tail sweeps lazily over the pebbles behind him. "Why'd you have to wear a damn mask when you look so hot and undone?"

"Jake," you giggle, squirming against the ticklish press of his lips and warm breath against your skin before darting a quick, cautious eye down at Neytiri on the bank—still half-expecting that fierce warrior to suddenly pop up and swat you both.

"What did she say?" you whisper into his ear.

"That she forgives me. And she likes you," he grins softly. His broad blue fingers gently sweep a disheveled strand of hair away from your face, his thumb absentmindedly tapping the battery display on your exopack to make sure your air supply is still good.

"I did not say I like her," Neytiri's voice suddenly mumbles from below you on the riverbank, her eyes still tightly shut, though you catch the absolute faintest hint of a smirk fighting to break out at the corner of her lips.

You huff a breathy laugh, glancing back up at Jake. He's still grinning down at you, giving you a nod as if to say: See? She does.

You furrow your brows as you suddenly clock what she's actually doing down there, snapping your eyes back over to where she's rocking gently in a curled ball with her knees held tight to her chest.

Wait, is she actually trying to let his cum take?

You snap an utterly baffled look back up at Jake, your eyebrows practically hitting your hairline.

He lets out a low, rumbling chuckle, reading your exact thought instantly.

"Always room for another," he shrugs with a lazy grin.

"What," you breathe, your mouth falling open in sheer disbelief. "Jesus, Jake, you've only just got here and you're already breeding like animals?"

"Welcome to Na'vi life, sweetheart," he teases, giving your bare ass a playful, reassuring pat. "Besides, you heard the boss. She said I fuck well. Can't let all that hard work go to waste now, hm?"

You shake your head, chuckling. "Well, if you have a baby, I'm calling it my baby, too. I was involved," you point out. "Very involved."

"That is enough," Neytiri says abruptly, sliding up and getting effortlessly to her feet. "Clean yourselves up."

You try not to gawk at the thick stream of cum that trickles messily down her paint-smeared leg as she walks off toward the water by Sa'ata.

Jake shifts his weight beneath you, clambering to his feet while keeping you cradled tightly against his chest. You feel the heavy, solid thud of his footsteps vibrating through the pebbles as he carries you across the bank to where your clothes lie in a crumpled pile.

"Get dressed," he orders, his voice dropping into a deep, warm register as he sets your feet on the cool stones and snatches up his loincloth.

"Alright, bossy," you tease. "Easy for you—you only have one skimpy-ass thing to tie on," you mumble, hooking the clasp of your bra together before spinning it around and slipping your breasts into the cups.

Jake lets out a low laugh, his ears flicking back in amusement as he swiftly ties the cord around his hips before crouching right in front of you. His eyes flick down to your chest before returning to your face.

“Can’t deny I’d like to see you in Na’vi clothes,” he smiles, giving you a lingering look. "Neytiri's got me whipped, I can't deny that," he chuckles, running a rough, possessive finger over your shoulder, along your collarbone and up to your soft, pale neck. "But I can still be as bossy as I want with you, sweetheart. So you better behave around me."

Your heart skips a beat as you stare back at him with your bra straps hanging at your shoulders, your bottom lip unthinkingly slipping between your teeth.

He swipes a thumb over the side of your head with a grin before standing and turning to make his way over to Neytiri. “Get a move on. Kids’re gonna love meeting you,” he tosses back over his shoulder.

You stand there for a moment, watching after him, a sudden beam spreading across your face at the thought of getting to meet his kids. You try to imagine what they'll be like—wondering if they'll be just as cheeky and humorous as he is.

You close your eyes, feeling the growing heat of the humid morning sun sink into your skin. You listen to the gentle splash of water, the chirps and calls of nature from the thick tree line, and the subtle sound of the couple conversing in soft Na'vi as they wash the evidence of the morning from their skin.

You glance at Jake’s beautiful, broad, striped back. At the way he looks at his wife as he talks to her. At how he’s trying hard not to grin like a complete skxawng, as she called him.

Seeing him happy like that is something you could easily get used to.

He glances back over his shoulder, sending you a brief look with his brows arched, a silent command to hurry the fuck up unless you want your exopack to run out.

You spring to action, pulling your panties up your legs with a megawatt smile on your face.

“God damn, doc, you're soaked.”

Jake's wolf-whistle pierces the forest air like a siren as he leans back to take an appreciative look at the sodden cotton of your panties, using the tilt of his huge gun against your thighs like a tool for inspection.

He lets out an amused grunt, as though the evidence of your arousal is highly entertaining to him.

Bastard.

You whip his side with a hard thwack of your impatient tail, and he leans back in, pressing his dumb, cocky smirk against your cheek. The one that transfers so startlingly to his Avatar.

He lets out a low, vibrating chuckle beside your ear. "What's the science on that?"

“Urgh—shut it, smart-ass, and get those fucking fangs on me,” you growl.

You blindly reach back to hook a long, blue finger into the tight slot between his comms strap and the slick skin of his striped throat, giving him a sharp yank down into the crook of your neck.

The close air of Pandora's lush jungle always leaves you both drenched in a thick layer of humidity. Your tactical clothing ruined with dark, heavy sweat stains, your indigo skin tacky and wet.

But you couldn't care less.

If anything, the stifling heat only turns you on more.

You love feeling the smooth, slippery expanse of your massive Na'vi bodies sliding against each other like butter when you fuck.

“So demanding, baby,” Jake chuckles breathily against your neck, the delicate lavender points of his arched ears retreating back to his head.

Jake's never one to hesitate when you boss him around and call him names. He laps that shit up like it's his remedy. A well-trained soldier eager to please.

He pushes his bodyweight into you, pinning you harder against the tree with his gun grazing dangerously close to the spot that's screaming for it between your legs.

It's a magnificent tree—one that deserves more respect than having such devious activity like this inflicted upon it—but the guilt evaporates like steam off your skin the second Jake's mouth hits your neck.

His ivory fangs bear down over you rapid pulse point, the sharp tips dragging in a long, languid line all the way to your shoulder, sending a prickly wave of gooseflesh breaking out across your entire body.

They're predatory fangs that could draw serious blood if he really chose to clamp down, and the thrill of it has you trapping your shaky lip with your own canines as a hot pulse of arousal bleeds into your groin.

“Fucking hell, Sully...” you quiver, your eyes shutting tightly.

Jake twists you around to face him by the waist, his mouth curled back in a smirking snarl at the sight of your flushed face.

“Such a filthy little mouth for a nerd.”

His eyes fall sharply to your bottom lip, preying on the slight tremble of it. He brings his thumb up, brushing the rough pad over to release the swell from it's grip.

You're quick to sweep your tongue out to get a taste of his thumb tip before he can retract it, giving the end a soft, wet dab.

It tastes bitter. Like gun oil and metal.

Fuck. You love his gun.

You take the tip of his thumb between your lips more desperately, heavily moaning your approval—your head bobbing as you give it a series of light, teasing sucks while gazing up at him through your lashes.

Sucking his fingers is a little trick you've discovered that always has him losing his shit.

Even in his most cocksure of moods.

His eyes go dark and hooded, a deep, gravelly groan reverberating in his throat as he watches. He growls a low, breathless "fuck", swooping down to your lips to catch your muffled gasp in his mouth.

As you lose your mind to the slide of Jake's possessive kiss, whining as that spit-wet thumb now makes its way down to roll your nipple into a hard, aching peak beneath your tank top, you're harshly reminded of how you'd fallen so deep into this gritty pit in the first damn place.

Wasting your afternoons to fuck around with Sully in your Avatar instead of working had spiraled into a regular occurrence.

An addiction you couldn't seem to shake. A high you couldn't stop chasing.

To say he'd become a distraction from your research would be a laughable understatement.

You knew he was going to be nothing but trouble from the moment he first rolled into the Avatar compound and introduced himself. Blindsiding you from analyzing the DNA sequencing of a Stingbat with a warm, firm handshake and the sort of charming grin that crawled under your skin and stayed there.

So when it all started snowballing, inevitably—recklessly—you couldn't exactly bring yourself to blame your own damned weakness.

“Just need to get my hands on that one last sample before I compile it,” you'd straight-up lie to Grace whenever she'd ask why you were jumping back into link again when you were supposed to be writing your reports from yesterdays trip.

The very trip you'd spent sprawled out under the spiraling pink fans of Helicoradian plants—writhing in ecstasy with the incredible, heavy tongue of Jake's Avatar embedded deep between your thighs. Lapping you up—hurling you mercilessly into a dimension that easily beat the paradise of Pandora.

“At least eat something when you get back, for God's sake,” Grace would complain, rubbing her temples without a glance up from her monitors. “And make sure Sully's looking after you out there. Last thing I need is losing your expensive as shit Avatar to a damn Thanator.”

He'd roll into your room on silent wheels late in the evenings.

That up-to-no-good grin plastered all over his face as your fingers flew over your laptop keys in an frantic rush to upload your backlog of data.

“Just taking the boss a coffee,” was usually his choice of bluff whenever he bumped into anyone in the tight dormitory corridor.

His offering never did stand a chance of being consumed before going cold. Your glasses discarded on your laptop next to it as you'd find your limbs in a tangle with his beneath the rough sheets of your cramped, metal bunk bed. Making out—hot and heavy—as though playing with each other in your Avatars all afternoon hadn't been enough. Jake's savvy fingers slipping eagerly under the waistband of your pyjama bottoms while yours coursed through the thick, gorgeous waves of his chocolate hair.

Jake's dirty talk is a dangerous game.

But his sweet talk is the real lethal killer.

He'd linger at shoulder some early mornings in the communal lab space, having seemingly nothing better to do with himself.

Openly snooping on your data, his sharp, stubbly jaw resting flush against your shoulder as you'd sit hunched over your desk with your eye pressed tightly to the microscope.

“You know how gorgeous you look while you work?” he'd murmur lazily next to your ear, the vibration of his rugged voice tickling your skin, his lips ghosting the base of your neck like you were supposed to be able to ignore it. “So damn sexy. Inspiring me to go do some more of that hands-on research with you later.”

“Jake, stop. I really need to focus,” you'd protest with a slightly breathless giggle. A light slip of sound that was always your first mistake.

A subtle open door that would fuel Jake's flame—inviting him to drag his warm, open-mouthed kiss up your neck, leaving you right on the ragged edge of caving in your seat until you'd both sharply snap apart at the sound of the lab doors hissing open with Norm waltzing in, whistling to himself in cheerful oblivion.

Norm.

Norm knows.

He has to, from walking in on so many of these frighteningly close calls in the lab.

And from the way the atmosphere hangs heavy with a weight that's not just the humidity when he joins you both out in the field. The two of you harvesting samples together with Sully trailing in your stride—carrying his heavy-duty machine gun in his huge blue hands like it's a sleek, lightweight toy.

There's not a shred of doubt that Norm wonders why your eyes flick back to him so often.

But you can't help it.

You get a kick out of finding Jake looking at you with that lazy, vicious grin playing on his face. His heavy eyes sweeping over your body like it's a piece of prey he's tracking and fully intends to devour once he's pinned it.

But Norm keeps his mouth.

Because he's a good little scientist, like you used to be.

You love your job. Science still fascinates you like it always has.

But there's something about the way Sully drives his Avatar with that goddamned gun in his arms that you just can't get enough of.

You peel his clingy teeth from your lips with effort, your palms colliding against the coarse material of his backpack straps as you shove him back—hard.

Hard enough to make him stumble back over his muddy combat boots with a dorky, lopsided grin creeping up over his face.

His striking feline eyes flick between yours expectantly, the soft green flecks in the citrine of his irises mirroring the lush foliage around you. They're pretty eyes—ones you often find yourself chewing your pen lid over during those long, dragging mornings in the lab.

You straighten up against the tree, levelling your gaze with his.

“Put it in me, Sully.”

Jake loves a direct order. Thrives on it, even.

It has the marine in him lighting up like a spark off a live wire.

His grin turns crooked, his yellow eyes suddenly swimming with barely restrained mischief.

“Yes, ma'am.”

He pushes his rolled shirt sleeve a notch higher up his bicep, the leaves crunching on the soil beneath him as he adjusts his footing to haul the hefty steel beast up.

You admire the power in those striped forearms as he easily guides the tip of the barrel back between your legs, trailing it up your sensitive inner thighs with slow precision until the cold, flat muzzle rests flush again the brewing heat of your panties.

You peer down at the sight, your ears drooping helplessly to your head at the metal touching your throbbing pussy.

A shaky sigh slips past your slips as your knees buckle inward, your thighs pinching at the heavy weapon. “Fuck, yeah. That's what I'm talking about.”

Jake guides the tip in slow, gentle strokes through the wet seam of your folds, using it to spread your own slick up over your aching clit.

“Mm. You like that?”

His voice vibrates in his throat like sexy, low-drawl honey—a sound good enough in itself to get you off—and a hearty moan breaks out of your chest as your pussy pulses in agreement.

You roll your impatient hips over the hard, unyielding edge of it as you lock your hooded eyes onto him. “Mm, fuck. I want it inside me. Put your big, hard gun in my pussy, Sully.”

Jake's eyes snap up like a magnet at your dirty words, landing squarely on your parted mouth.

You can tell it's short-circuited his brain from how his eyelids have gone heavy, from the way they hover half-closed as he slowly blinks.

You grin. He always looks so fucking adorable when he gets drunk on his own arousal.

He lets out a low huff of air, his ears giving a small flick as he tilts his head with trance-like slowness. His eyes still stuck on your lips.

“Better get those panties down for me then, angel.”

You hook two fingers into the waistband of your briefs, pulling them down with a shimmy of your thighs and letting the sodden piece of material drop onto your heaped cargo shorts at your boots.

Jake's nostrils flare, his pupils gaping wide as his gaze drops to the sight.

“Fuck, mama...”

His long tail sways with weight as he crouches down close, feasting his wide eyes on your bare, blue cunt.

His heavy gun is sidelined, thudding softly into the leaves next to him as his hand approaches your swollen, glinting slit with a mind of it's own.

“She looks hungry,” he chuckles like a distracted child, touching you without a shred of hesitation.

Jake's primal fascination with the body of your Avatar is still raw and all-consuming, even after having played with it enough times to think he'd be used to it by now.

You'd make a dig at him if you weren't already gasping at the delicious pressure of his fingers on your clit.

It sends an electric pulse through you as he glides his fingertips over the bump, down to the slick, arousal-swollen center of your parted folds. His welcome touch releases a hot surge of your pent-up arousal, and Jake's ears twitch and flatten at the loud moans it wrings from your throat.

“God damn... Beggin' for my big gun, aren't you, pretty?” He grins, his glinting teeth flashing.

His tail undulates wildly behind him as he taps your ankle.

“Lift up for me, sweetheart. Let's get these shorts off.”

You lift your feet as he strips them off over your chunky boots, tossing them aside while you sink back against the tree with your legs spread invitingly.

Jake coasts his fingers down your pussy once more, teasing another sharp inhale into your lungs and making your walls flutter, before sliding them underneath to find your entrance.

He dips a fingertip inside. Circling it tantalizingly around your wet, begging hold before adding another, sinking both of the thick, long digits into the hilt in one confident plunge.

Oh fuck. That stretch.

It has you dissolving into a shaky, pinch-browed groan, your head rolling back to the tree as his curled fingers start moving in and out of you with agonizing slowness.

“Yeah... that good, baby?” Jake purrs, watching his gleaming blue fingers disappear and reappear in a hypnotizing rhythm.

“So good,” you whine, your back arching off the tree as you fidget under his fingering. “I need more though, Jake. Your gun. Please.”

When there's no response—none of his usual teasing or quick-witted remarks, you furrow your brows, wondering what the hell he's doing.

“Jake?...”

You roll your head forward from the tree to peer down at him.

He's staring. Frozen. Looking like a starved man who's been lost out in the jungle for days.

His ears have fully folded back in a tight streamline against his head, his irises reduced to razor-thin rings around his blown out, pitch-black pupils.

Fuck sake. Not this again.

He's lost himself.

This happens sometimes, when his face gets too close to your pussy—the tangy scent of your juices and pheromones searing his sensitive nostrils and devouring his rational mind entirely.

It's the cost that comes with fucking in these Na'vi skins. Of inhabiting creatures driven by blood and instincts far sharper than any human's, and even after the many afternoons you've spent fooling around out here together, poor Jake is still very much at the mercy of it.

You rarely scold him for it. After all—you get your own kicks out of seeing him completely disarmed and ravishing your body with an intensity that's just not possible in human form.

But on days like today, when you just want him to stay focused and give you what you asked for... his distraction is an inconvenience.

“Fuck, I... I just need to taste it...” Jake finally stutters, succumbing clumsily to his knees with a heavy thud against the leaves, his tail giving a sharp flick behind him as he leans in.

You open your mouth to object, but it's too late.

He's already there. Nuzzling his flat, broad nose against your mound with a ragged groan. His top lip brushing up and down the hood of your clit as his tongue sweeps out to thirstily lap up the slick arousal that's coating your soft folds.

“JACOB!” you gasp—half moaning it, half scolding—your eyes turning to saucers as your hands fly down to the top of his head.

You don't know if you want to pull him in all the way. Get him to sink that fantastic tongue in until it makes you pop, or push him away, and tell him to stick to the goddamn plan.

Fuck. It's too good for the latter.

You let out a heavy sigh, melting back against the tree with your eyes fluttering. Giving in for a moment to enjoy the sweet, sweet relief his mouth provides for your craving center, while Jake emits a satisfied rumble from deep in his chest.

His big hands hover lightly at your hipbones while he completely loses himself in worshipping the shrine between your legs, his knees splaying out wider against the dirt as he devours you with licks and sucks of perfect rhythm and pressure.

Your legs tremble as he pulls your clit into his mouth, giving the little bead a dab with his tongue before releasing it and repeating. Shifting further under you, trailing the tip of his tongue in a point from the back of your slit to the front before breaking into wide, firm strokes, his sharp teeth grazing your delicate skin.

Sweet fucking Jesus, it's heavenly.

Jake's talent for cunnilingus proved itself the first time he went down on you in human form, in your bunk bed during those early nights of getting intimate.

You hadn't expected much—given past experience with men not always knowing what goes where or really caring to find out—so when you giggled with your knees hitched under the covers as he shimmied himself down between your thighs, his playful blue eyes locked on yours as his tongue started a slow, sensual dance with you... it's safe to say he blew your expectations completely out of the water.

It made you laugh when he told you it was his secret weapon.

But it was true.

Having lost function in his genitals from being paralyzed from the waist down, Jake had to make up for what he lacked between his legs in other ways.

More creative ones.

It was mind-blowing, how he'd build you up so silently. Getting you to the point of writhing and grasping for fistfuls of the bedsheets as your shaking hips lifted to chase his mouth, and only at that point would he do that incomprehensible thing with his thumb—something you'll never truly understand—having you popped over your white-peaked edge in a mere matter of moments.

It was lethal.

Terrifying, actually. Transferring that kind of godly talent to his nine foot feline form.

One with two strong, working legs—and a third one hanging between them.

It was enough to de-throne you at your best.

“Oh, god,” you mewl, your ankles threatening to give way under the hot, mounting pressure that's tightening between your hips. “Jake—please, I want your gun. Don't make me come like this.” You dig your fingers further into the silky strands of hair on top of his head to haul him away quickly before he can get you there—ripping his mouth from its tight seal around your pulsing clit.

He's panting hard as he looks up at you—a complete, undone wreck with his lips obscenely wet with your juices. More dark, messy strands of his disheveled hair have escaped his braid and cling to his sweaty forehead, and he draws himself up confidently, taking your face in both his hands as he leans in to smother your mouth with his in one swift motion.

His tongue pushes into your mouth possessively—delivering the tangy taste of you thats coating it—and he swallows your muffled moan with his own deeper one, pushing you up against the tree with his body flush to yours.

His hasty hands roam over you hungrily, his knees bending as he gropes your ass and tits—pulling you up and pinning you against the bark with short, rhythmic grinds of his hips.

Your stomach tightens as you feel the outline of his rock hard erection pushing into you, throbbing like a heartbeat beneath his cargos.

“Which gun do you want?” he pants breathlessly as he breaks from your mouth, trailing his crude smirk in hot, wet kisses across your jawline and down your neck.

He recoils with a sharp grunt as you suddenly jab a long finger hard into his ribs—a warning that your impatience for his cocky games is running very thin.

“Ow! Fuck. Alright, alright.”

He peels himself off of you with sulking reluctance, swallowing hard to try and control his ragged breathing as he drops back down to a crouch to pick up his gun from the dirt.

“Better give the lady what she wants, then,” he mutters to himself, taking a firm grip on the handle as he draws the weapon back up between your legs—and this time, he keeps his focus locked.

You brace yourself with your hands on the tree either side of you, your heart fluttering fast as Jake works to position the blunt, heavy barrel at the entrance of your pussy.

Once he seems satisfied that all systems are go, his eyes flick up to yours, waiting for permission.

“Ready?”

“Yes! Just fucking put it in already, Jesus,” you growl.

He moves at your command, slowly pushing the cylindrical metal up into you, and it sinks through your slick folds.

The hard, cold width of the barrel stretching you open to fill the craving, empty space inside you.

Your head slams back against the tree, the frustration in your voice from mere seconds ago melting and liquefying into something carnal.

“FUCK, Sully.”

You groan between tight lips as Jake retracts it, before sliding it in further—slipping the steel inside you with the smooth lubricant of your own arousal. The stretch burns like fire, the cool metal already starting to warm from the friction—from your pussy walls squeezing and clenching at it hungrily.

“Oh, Jake. It's so fucking good.”

“Yeah? Tell me how you want it, baby.”

“Faster,” you whine.

Jake picks up the pace immediately. The muscles in his arms and shoulders bunching under the strain of lifting such a heavy-duty weapon and moving it with enough deliberate control to not hurt you.

He hitches a knee up to rest his elbow on as he works, taking some of the weight off his arms as he readjusts his grip on the stock with a grunt, his breathing growing heavy as he pumps the machine gun into you with quick, firm thrusts.

“That fast enough, doc?”

“Mhm! More, Jake, please!” 

Your hips grow reckless, rolling down to meet each of his thrusts at its deepest, and it tightens the ache that’s coiling inside you each time the blunt tip of the barrel strikes hard against a spot of pressure.

A pressure that’s going to be the death of you if it carries on building. 

You clutch your breast through your tank top, tugging and playing with your erect nipple while your other hand flies down to your clit to deliver quick, frantic circles, and the heightening of pleasure it provides has his name erupting from your throat in a loud cry.

“Fuck, baby,”  Jake breathes hoarsely. “You’re gonna make me lose it doing that.” 

He lunges up—too needy to merely watch you writhe in pleasure from a passive crouch beneath you—and leans over to catch your gasping lips, kissing you clumsily as the heavy weapon rocks chaotically between your bodies.

Jake can’t help his unbridled hips as they start to roll blindly against the hard handle of the weapon, an attempt to grind out some relief for the leaking bulge thats cooped up in his cargos. 

It has him spilling a groan into your mouth, his brows pinched together tightly, and it’s not long before the pathetic pleading starts tumbling out of him against your lips. 

“God, let me fuck you with this blue dick, baby, please? I’m so hard. I wanna cum in that sweet pussy so fuckin’ bad.”

“Not yet,” you hiss, clamping your fangs down on his bottom lip.

His twitching hips falter on the metal, and you can tell he’s holding back a whimper.

Your own climax is pulsing like a threat around the unyielding cylinder inside you as you pull away from Jake’s dumb, chasing mouth.

You gaze at him for a moment through heavy lids.

Taking in his flushed, sweat-sheened face. His pretty bioluminescent freckles that faintly pulse with his arousal.

“Load it, Sully.”

Your firm words slice the air like a knife.

The whir of nature from the surrounding expanse of trees dials up sharply, and Jake’s hips instantly freeze.

You glance down at his crotch. Watching as the thick outline of his cock throbs visibly against the sudden stillness of his body.

The hungry thing has already made a mess of his cargos, spilling some of his much needed release in a blooming, damp patch of glowing pre-cum at the tip.

He blinks, barking out a quick, uncertain laugh. 

“What?” 

You hold his gaze. 

“You heard me.”

A soft, nervous chuckle, his ears flattening.

“Come on, sweetheart… That’s too far.” 

"Oh... sorry, Jake," you giggle. A sweet, bubbly sound that catches him off guard, and his ears lift slightly from the sides of his head. "It's just, I was under the impression you weren’t such a pussy.”

The throat strap of his comms shifts with the heavy, nervous bob of his Adam’s apple, his lips hanging parted at the drop of your tone.

Your hand brushes past his as you lean forward and wrap your fingers around the gun grip, deliberately dragging the heavy, charcoal shaft deeper inside you.

“Don’t make me ask again, Sully. Or I might have to tell Grace you’ve been slacking.”

Ok.

You can’t deny it. You took things a little too far, sometimes.

Got a little… wild, out here in the forest. 

Blame it on the foreign composition of Pandora’s atmosphere, or the rash impulses of the Na’vi blood running through your veins.

You’d feel sorry for poor Jake for having to put up with this untamed, gun-crazed kink of yours, except that was never the case at all.

He gets off on the thrill of danger just as much as you do, and although the extent of your requests had undoubtedly grown more… extreme, since your first escapades—Jake hadn’t denied you anything yet. 

He can't resist a challenge thrown his way. 

It’s in his blood, human or not. 

But above all, he can never say no to his favorite, precious little scientist.

He huffs an uneasy laugh as he glances to the side, his brows furrowed with his head cocking slightly as though he’s still trying to wrap it around the order.

It’s hard not to home in on the sweat that glistens on his cheekbones and nose. Or the sharp crunch of leaves under his clunky combat boots as his feet shuffle nervously below you. 

He finally rolls his broad shoulder. A heavy click resonating as he cracks his neck.

“Alright.” 

His throat muscles jump in another rough bob as he takes a wary glance down to where the gun is still buried inside you, and there’s not an ounce of playfulness left in his yellow eyes when they snap back up to meet yours, his husky voice dropping an octave.

“Only for a second, though. Ok?”

You nod quickly. Holding your breath the way you’re holding onto the climax you so desperately want as Jake slowly stabilizes the robust frame of the machine gun.

His tail twitches erratically behind him as he slowly draws his long fingers to rest over the charging handle. 

Your heartbeat pounds against your ribs as they hover there.

And then he takes the plunge.

A quick, sharp inhale—and he racks the bolt.

The heavy, mechanical clack-clack of the weapon cycling sends a sharp vibration straight through the barrel buried inside your pussy, the sound making both of your ears twitch in unison.

Fuck. 

There it is.

Loaded ammunition inside you.

A breathless hush seems to fall over the trees. The only sound the thrum of your pulse like rushing water in your ears as you stare at your own round eyes reflected in the black mirror of Jake's pupils.

And then your pussy pulses in demand. 

You grind. Once. Rolling over the steel that now buzzes with the terrifying weight of a live round chambered right inside you.

And then again—feeling that deep, delicious ache of the weapon pressing at your insides. Digging into your g-spot and shooting a spine-tingling spike of heat straight through you. 

Your body takes control.

Your hips slip into a fast, shallow rhythm, and you resume rubbing quick, rapid circles against your clit. Humping your hand unashamedly like an untamed animal in front of Jake’s dumbfounded stare.

An immense, hot convulsion of pleasure surges through your core and down your legs—your pussy beating and fluttering around his gun—and a throaty moan tears out of you, your eyes going hazy at the edges as you hold Jake's sharp, petrified ones. 

His grip on the gun is like iron, his whole body taut as he tries to stop his hand from trembling violently over the giant body of metal. Terrified that one wrong twitch of his fingers or one violent squeeze of your walls will slip the safety.

“Oh fuck—Jake—keep it inside me, I’m gonna—”

Your plea trails off as your climax creeps up tremendously, forcing the breath still in your lungs. Your hips bob in little rigid shudders over the hazardous toy inside you as you reach the brink, your fingers losing all strength and smushing clumsily against your peaking clit.

It’s a fight to keep your eyes open—your vision turning white and starry—but you can’t miss the sight of Jake watching you help yourself to orgasm over his gun. 

His gorgeous feline features are a picture of agonizing torment.

You can tell it’s taking every solid inch of his strength to restrain from tearing the gun away as fast as possible. To chuck it a mile and fuck you himself instead.

But he holds it. Letting you ride it to completion like you asked. His blown out eyes trained between your shaking thighs as your sweet bliss crashes down on you.

Your eyes clamp shut. your body shuddering as a guttural shriek rips from your lungs, and the back of your head cracks violently against the rough bark behind you.

Waves. All you can feel is waves. Delicious, crashing waves. Tight, heavenly waves that pulse and squeeze at the smooth metal inside you, turning your legs hollow and weightless.

Waves that are suddenly shattered as Jake ruthlessly rips the length of the barrel from your convulsing pussy.

He un-cocks it. Hastily. 

Dropping the deadly thing to the ground from his vice-like grip like it’s something born of the devil.

“Oh my… fuck. Baby—” 

His wired eyes are trained on you, suddenly flaming with gold, his flustered fingers blindly fumbling to unclip the utility belt that suffocates his waist. 

The straps slip from his shoulders, the weight of his backpack hitting the forest floor behind him with a heavy, dead thud.

And then he lunges. 

Trapping your slumped, slack body against the tree. Pouncing on you with a predatory force that might scare you if your brain wasn't so clouded over from ecstasy.

The impact punches a breathless whine out of you, the ridges of bark clawing unforgivingly at your back, and you know it's leaving marks on your poor Avatars back for days.

Jake’s already pinned your wrists above your head, locking them both in the inescapable band of his hand while he clumsily battles the buckle of his belt in the other.

“You scare the goddamn shit out of me with that stuff, you know that?” 

His bellowing voice is reprimanding as he brutally breaks his belt open, yanking his cargos down in one sharp tug that lets his thick erection snap up against his stomach.

“Why you gotta do that to me sweetie, huh?”

You can’t help but let out a chuckle despite the dizzying whirl of adrenaline that's making your head spin, your gaze dropping to the profusely leaking, lavender tip of his cock as it bobs beneath you.

“This doesn’t look that scared to me, soldier…”

He opens his mouth—probably with some witty remark ready to fire back—but it dies in his throat, overruled by his need to sink his throbbing dick inside you before he ruins himself up your front.

It really is beautiful like the rest of him, and it suddenly looks infinitely more appealing than cold metal as he spreads your thighs wider with a rough, heavy shove of his knee. 

He bullies his hips in between yours, lining the steaming wet flare of his cock-head against your entrance, and it draws one last lazy, residual orgasmic twitch out of your walls.

There’s many great things about fucking out here, in the vast, echoing expanse of Pandora’s jungle.

One of them being just how much noise you could make. 

Neither of you ever needed to hold back from letting undignified sounds spill from your mouths as you lost your minds over one another. Not without a soul within miles to hear such unearthly resonance.

Unlike the constant threat of being overhead through the paper thin walls of your dorm room back at Hell's Gate, the forest was your perfect, soundproof playground. A place that gave you the ultimate freedom to fuck each other however loudly you desired—an endless opportunity to let loose like feral, savage beasts.

And you both made the most of it.

Jake’s booming, chest-deep “MURRGHH” rattles you to the bones as he lifts you off the ground with his powerful thighs in a single, brutal upward thrust, his buttocks clenched rock-hard as his cock spears you to the hilt. 

The roar is enough to scatter a troop of swinging Prolemuris in the trees nearby, and that delicious, white-hot sting of the sudden penetration has you matching him with a piercing shriek of your own.

He fits your pussy flush like a glove—his Na’vi anatomy tailor-made to ruin you—and the deep, fulfilling ache of the stretch has your toes curling hard inside your boots. 

It’s even better than his loaded machine gun. 

Much better.

Your eyes roll straight into the back of your skull as he single-handedly rearranges your brain chemistry with another deep, sharp thrust, putting words into your mouth that you barely even recognize as your own. 

“Oh my god… Sully, fuck me—NOW!”

Jake doesn’t waste a fucking second. 

He drives into immediate, frantic action—his pelvis rutting up rapidly into yours, his cock slipping in and out of your tight, silky slit with ease.

“Hohh-shit baby, that’s it,” he pants raggedly, the glowing freckles tracking his forehead flaring fiercely through the messy strands of his hair, lighting up with his spiking pulse—his eyes rolling back for a split second. “Fuck, you feel like heaven. So wet for me angel. So fuckin’ good for me.”

He hooks the hand that isn't pinning your wrists into the hem of his grey sweat-stained t-shirt with a grunt, wrenching the unwanted fabric up and out of the way in a jagged line. 

It reveals the intricate strings of bioluminescence that drape down his toned stomach, trailing in bright streams to the solid V-line of his lower abdomen that funnels directly to the base of his pounding cock.

Jesus fucking Christ. 

The sight of Jake’s naked Avatar never failed to completely destroy all of your inhibitions.

The combination of the sheer, muscular anatomy with the majestic prettiness of it is simply mind boggling, and you’re not sure if you’ll ever be able to wrap your little scientific brain around how such a god-forsaken thing grew in a lab when it looks like it should have fallen straight from the skies. 

It leaves you weak to the very core every time you see it, and even in the desperate, deep throes of being pounded and crushed by him, you can’t help but take a moment to simply stare at the stunning sight of his torso.

Your poor eyes are ripped away as he jerks your own vest up over your breasts in a jagged motion.

“Mm, yeah. Nice little tits, aren’t they, doc?” Jake hisses, pulling his t-shirt up higher so he can press his broad chest right against yours. The friction of his slick, bare skin rubbing your nipples into stiff peaks.

He drops your wrists from their shackle above your head only to hoist one of your legs up and over his shoulder with a rough hand, making you gasp, while the fingers of his other wrap tightly around your erect nipple to give it a tight, bruising squeeze.

“Takin' my cock like such a good little scientist.”

He slams up into you, pinching his lip between his teeth with the effort as he funnels his glazed, fuck-drunk eyes into yours, and you splutter out a choked cry as the new angle has his cock-head ramming deeper into your cervix.

The mix of pain and pleasure is intoxicating, and it has a string of undignified, strangled curses spewing from your mouth. The unadulterated, filthy kind you could never be caught dead releasing within the rigid confines of Hell’s Gate.

Not unless you wanted to lose your damn job.

“Such a tight little cunt,” Jake wheezes through gritted, bared teeth, his tail wrapping in a tight coil around his muscular thigh to steady himself, and you know he’s on the brink from the garbled filth that starts pouring out of him. 

“Dirty little slut, ain’tcha? Bad gal. Lettin’ me fuck you senseless like this when you should be working. Mad lil scientist. Crazy little—”

He barks out a breathless, hysterical chuckle— sounding borderline insane—before faltering with a soft, whiney crack in his voice. 

“Oh fuck, mama—”

You adored the mouthy trash talk that would spew from Jake right when he was about to explode into smithereens.

But the sound you practically worshipped during the heated throes was his whimpering.

There was something so utterly exhilarating about hearing a rugged, capable man like Jake make such a vulnerable little noise at the power your body held over him that never failed to have your panties dripping.

You’d been hooked ever since you first heard it escape him one afternoon, while you had his thick, twitching shaft buried deep in your throat, the muscles of his striped thighs trembling and bunching underneath you from the suck of your mouth.

It seemed to only come out when he was hovering at the edge of complete ruin, his inhibitions completely obliterated over the loud, pulsating thrum of his own sexual pleasure. 

It was shameful to admit it, but it became your personal mission to actively coax this gorgeous sound out of Jake for your own pleasure. 

Whether that meant rubbing the strangely hyper-sensitive spot under his tail that seemed to push him over the brink a bit too quickly, or pulling your mouth away to lick lazily at the leaking slit of his cock right when he was about to cum. Tormenting him while the tip oozed and begged for more, his head rolling back as he let out a sexy, chest-heaving whimper.

It gave you something to play in your head while you fingered yourself on nights when he wasn’t sharing your bunk bed with you. 

But best of all... it gave you something to tease him with. 

Ammunition to rein him in whenever he’d start getting too cocky for his own damn good.

You loved having that needy little noise to pull out of your pocket whenever he got a bit too big for his boots.

It kept that soldier in line. 

Jake’s hands slam onto the tree either side of your head, his fingers clawing into the ridges of bark as he clamps his teeth down hard on his bottom lip. 

It's a cute effort to stifle the pathetic whimper that’s begging to burst from his throat right next to your ear. You admire it.

But unfortunately for him, his neck is exposed. 

The perfect weak spot right next to your lips.

You dig your teeth hard into the slick flesh as you roll your hips up into each of his punishing thrusts. The heavy, rhythmic smash of his pelvic bone against yours making your walls clamp around his cock in a relentless chokehold.

It wheedles that sweet, sweet whimper right out of his lungs, spilling a ladle of heat directly into the bowl of your belly.

“Argh, fuck, bad girl.” Jake’s face contorts into a pretty mask of agony from your sharp bite and pure, unadulterated ecstasy from your fluttering walls. “Gonna make me cum.” 

His thrusts turn jerky. Quick and chaotic, his cock swelling against the constraint of your slick teasing walls. The length pulsates in steady, rhythmic throbs, nudging at the deep pit of your insides as though giving a warning of the incoming explosion.

“Mm, do it, make mama proud and shove me full of your glowing cum, soldier,” you moan, cupping either side of his face between your hands.

You pull his ear to your lips. Slipping in a quiet, devastating whisper. 

“I want you to fill me up like your bullets would.” 

It’s enough to have Jake tumbling over his wall of white-hot bliss like a weak fool.

“Oh fuck, doc,” he grinds out, his voice seething out between his teeth as his screwed-up face rolls to the heavens for mercy, his ears clamped flat against his skull as he slams home, and you can feel his knees buckling under you. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck—”

His orgasm has him stiffening up. His quivering hips pinning you in a tight hold against the tree as the release starts leaking out into you—hot and wet and throbbing against the enticing clench of your walls, before erupting violently. 

“JAKE!” Your eyes slam shut in a tight squeeze as the sweet rhythm of his ejaculation sends your pussy into a frantic dance. 

Thick waves of his hot cum floods your center, pulsing like lava against your soft insides as a thunderous roar ruptures from his lungs, forcing your sensitive ears down to your head.

Your hands scramble at his shoulders for fistfuls of his utility shirt as you desperately rush to catch his high—grinding on him in a frenzy until his seed spills out down your ass and thighs.

Jake yelps, his hands quaking on the tree from overstimulation as you bounce hard against him until you finally come—erupting into a garbled, sore-throated wail. Writhing and whine—weakly tugging and shoving at his shoulders until every last nerve in your body is shattered. Over-sensitized, numb and utterly spent.

You go limp. 

Your head flops back as Jake’s falls down like a dead weight onto your shoulder. Panting with his massive, sweaty frame draped over you, holding you up against the tree as he trembles from head to toe. 

Jesus. 

If you ever needed a reminder of why you’d started abandoning your work for this shit…

This right here was your evidence.

You both slouch there. Panting like sweaty horses after a race.

You finally roll your dizzy head to the side, and you wonder if Jake’s fingers have melded to the bark from the way he’s still clutching onto the tree on either side of you.

It’s impressive. How he’s remained standing this whole time without buckling at the knees entirely.

“Jake..." you giggle breathlessly. "How… how’re you still standing?”

His laughter is faintly delirious as it bounces jaggedly against your chest, and he draws his head up off of your shoulder, taking an exhausted, half-lidded look at you.

His facial features are completely heavy. Loose and relaxed compared to just moments ago. 

“Putting these damn legs to use the right way,” he grins.

You laugh, grinning back as you take his cheeks between your palms and drag his sweaty forehead in to rest against your own.

“Made you cum hard, didn’t it? I know you like that gun shit. Don’t try and hide it.”

His hiss of laughter tickles your lips as it escapes him, his jaw jutting to the side with his tongue in his cheek as he looks down.

A wordless answer. 

He peels his sticky front from you, and your eyes follow his gaze to the gooey state that’s now sat between you. Your blue skin glints with a mixture of sweat and cum, the subtle bioluminescent hue of Jake’s seed glowing around your thighs and pussy.

He whistles, his face turning slappably smug. 

“Dang, doc. Look at the mess you’ve made.”

Your mouth falls open in disbelief.

“My mess?”

Jake chooses to ignore your comment. Instead trailing his lazy, smirking gaze up the length of your body. 

“Better get you all cleaned up and back in your little lab coat before Grace starts wondering where you are, hm?”

You bark out an incredulous laugh. “God, I’d slap that look straight off those blue cheeks if you weren’t so fucking pretty.”

“Aw, baby.” He flashes his fangs in a full-blown, wolfish grin. “You think I’m pretty, huh?” 

He leans in to kiss you, but you stop him in his tracks, pressing a firm finger against his puckered lips.

“And because you have extra brownie points for…”

You pause, watching his ears prick forward.

“…pleasing me, today.”

Jake chuckles cooly. But the flick of his tail tuft behind him gives him away.

“Really fucking pleasing me.” Your lips roll up into a wicked grin. “You wanna sleep in my bunk tonight?”

His brows fly up.

“Jesus, sweetheart, this not enough for you?”

“No,” you laugh, tracing a fingertip over the trail of white dots down his nose. “I mean, just... sleep with me. For the night.” Your fingers trace lower, running over both of his lips, making them catch with the drag. “You look really fucking cute when you make my bed in the morning.”

Jake grins like an idiot.

His gaze falls to your lips, the playfulness in his eyes turning warm and sincere as you let him lean in to deliver a light peck to your lips. “Yeah. I’d love that.” 

You give a little giggle, glancing down. 

The discomfort of the mess between you and the sudden apparent sting from the bark on your back makes you want to get moving. 

“Come on, Sully. Get your soft cock out of me and pull your damn trousers up. Better clean up this mess of mine before getting back.”

The air conditioning that circulates your room feels chilly against your skin later that night. Hell’s Gate seeming noticeably colder and more clinical. 

It always feels this way after being out there. After growing accustomed to your Avatar’s larger veins and the temperate climate of the beautiful forest.

But snuggling beneath the covers with Jake’s comforting arm thrown around you warms you from the inside out, and you wiggle down further, cocooning yourself in him with your leg draped over his.

Jake’s arms are one of his proudest assets. A place where he can wear the strength from years of wheeling his own bodyweight around. They feel big and comforting as they envelop you, even when his human body is smaller and more vulnerable than his nine foot tall blue version.

It’s pitch black save for the dim glow of a nearby floodlight outside, providing just enough light through the small window for your eyes to adjust to the swirls of opaque tattoos entwining his arm.

You trace the sharp outlines with your nail idly, feeling a light tug of nerves in the pit of your stomach.

“Hey, Jake?”

“Yeah, sweetheart?” he mutters.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble. “You know… for all that stuff with the gun today. I don’t know what comes over me, I’m just…” You break off, your fingers plucking anxiously at the material of the tank top over his chest. “Everything feels so different out there… You know?”

Jake shifts, and you feel him craning his neck to look at you in the dark.

He brings his other arm across his chest, finding your chin with his thumb and forefinger and tilting your face up towards his.

“Hey. No need for apologies, baby.” He leans down to kiss you with lips softer than earlier.

“I get it. I mean...” he chuckles quietly. “Look at me. I’m the idiot who actually let it happen. I’m just as dumb and hooked on that crazy stuff as you are.”

You chuckle back. “I know. It’s just… to ask for something like that. I can’t believe how insane I really am sometimes.”

“Yeah… me neither.”

You suck in a sudden, quiet breath.

You see the faint pale outline of his playful smirk, his voice a husky whisper. “We’re both insane. And I fucking love it.”

His lips meet yours again, and you can’t help but break into a slow smile against his mouth. It alleviates some of the lingering nerves that swirl in your belly.

But as Jake settles back onto the pillow, shifting his arm underneath his head with a content exhale through his nose, you find yourself chewing at your lower lip.

There’s something else you’d been meaning to ask him tonight.

Something that sends your pulse spiking whenever you consider plucking up the courage to say it out loud.

You try to keep your finger as idle as possible as you trace over his chest.

You decide to just go for it.

It’s probably as good a time as any—lying here in the pitch black so he can’t see how fucking hard you're blushing.

“Jake...”

“Mm?”

“I’ve been… err… thinking. About something,” you mumble.

His head shifts again.

“Yeah? What’s that, love?”

“Well, it’s…” you clear your throat softly. “Sort of a... Well, I mean… I wanted to know if you’d be interested, first, so I thought I’d ask…”

“Oh, Jesus,” he chuckles blithely. “Not sure if I’m quite ready after today’s excitement.”

You let out a nervous laugh. “It’s not anything like that.”

“No?” He squeezes your hip impatiently before bringing his hand up to your hair, raking his fingers in light, gentle strokes through the strands. “What is it then, baby? What’s got that smart tongue of yours in a twist.”

“Well… you know how I love getting to see you drive your Avatar, when I’m like this. With my own eyes.”

Jake’s fingers slow down in your hair, almost stilling completely.

He’s deathly silent, so you hurry on. Sucking on your teeth before releasing a string of words in a tumbling hot flurry.

“I just wondered if maybe you’d wanna get in link and we’d fuck around while I’m still a human or something.”

You scrunch your eyes shut, your nose crinkled up in a cringe.

You realize your whole body has gone tense, waiting for his reaction, until his fingers slowly resume their steady strokes through your hair.

The thrum of the air conditioning unit hums loudly at the edge of the room, and you feel the heavy weight of the grin in Jake’s tone when he finally speaks. 

“Ah… You want it really big, huh?”

You let out an embarrassed laugh, your face on fire.

“I mean, I think it could be… good. From a research standpoint. You know?”

Jake laughs darkly. “Oh yeah? That right?”

He rolls into you, squeezing your ass tightly as he kisses you again.

This time it's deeper, the scratchy stubble on his jaw grazing your chin as it moves powerfully against yours, and you giggle, trying to keep the kiss light despite the sudden heat flooding straight through your core.

Meeting Jake out there when you were both driving your Avatars had your blood pumping, sure.

But on those rare occasions you got to see him swagger over to you all blue, towering over you while you were trapped in your human skin…

Well. That was an entirely different game that had your knees on the verge of caving under your weight.

He always seemed extra teasing and playful when you were smaller than him. Crouching down to your level to prod you with his big, blue fingers—flashing you Cheshire grins, ones that seemed far wider and sharper than when you were in your own Avatar.

It was impossible to hold any command over him when he was peering down from five feet above you, and he clearly got a kick out of seeing you get in a fluster over it.

Grace was never fond of him bringing his Avatar into the lab without good reason. And equally there was rarely a good reason for you to be out in the field in an exo-pack, either. 

It would be a sensitive minefield to navigate.

But...

You have an idea.

And that idea is seeming more attractive by the second from the haziness of currently being locked in Jake’s all-consuming kiss.

“So,” you pull back from his mouth to breathe. “What do you think?”

“I think I can’t say no to this beautiful, smart woman in my arms,” he rumbles, leaning down to press his pandering lips into your neck instead.

“Hey.” Your voice comes out firmer as you push him back by his forehead. “Don’t get all mushy on me like that when I’m talking about you jamming your godly Na'vi cock in my human pussy.”

“There she is,” he chuckles low and devilishly, pulling himself back up level with your face, his breath tickling your lips.

“Mm… Getting to feel my Avatar’s dick in this tight little thing?”

You gasp as he slides a heavy, warm palm over your pyjama bottoms, slotting his lightly curled fingers into the sensitive gap between your thighs.

“I’d love nothing more, sweetie.” 

He kisses you again, slowly. The soft, slick sound of your lips sliding together in the dark sending a fresh spike of heat straight between your legs under the pressure of his massaging fingers.

“I think something can be arranged,” Jake murmurs.