Jane

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Characters I will write for: Jake Sully, Neteyam, Lo'ak, Aonung, Tonowari, Tsu'tey, Tarsem, Quaritch, Recoms (to a minimum)

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The forest is too quiet. You press your back against the massive trunk of a glowing tree, pulse thrumming in your throat as you watch Neteyam pace the circle of bioluminescent moss. His tail flicks once, sharp and dangerous. You’ve seen him hunt, seen the way he moves, like water over stone, but this is different.

“You shouldn’t have wandered so far,” he says, voice low and rough, cutting through the damp night air. His yellow eyes catch the pale light, locking onto you with an intensity that makes your stomach clench. 

“Do you know what’s out here? What waits for you?”

You shake your head, too afraid to speak. Your fingers curl into the soft soil beneath you, grounding yourself in the present as he takes another step closer. Then another. The space between you shrinks until you can feel the warmth radiating off his skin, smell the musk of rain and something wilder, deeper.

“I do.” 

He crouches in front of you, large enough to block out the faint glow behind him. His knuckles brush your cheek, featherlight, worshipping. 

“And I can’t let you go back untouched, not when the world is full of things that would tear you apart. Better you learn from me. Better you know what it means to be claimed.”

Your breath hitches as his hand slides down, palm flattening over your throat, not squeezing, just holding, feeling your pulse skip beneath his thumb. He leans in, lips grazing your ear, and you shudder at the heat of his whisper.

“I’ll keep you safe… but I’ll ruin you first. So no one else ever wants you but me.”

There’s no room to argue. His mouth crashes into yours, hungry and devouring, as his other hand shoves under the waistband of your loincloth. You gasp into his kiss, the taste of him thick and heady, like crushed herbs and raw desire. His fingers find your folds already slick, betraying you completely.

“That’s it,” he growls against your lips. “Already wet for me. Already mine.”

He doesn’t wait. He pulls you down onto the soft moss, settling between your thighs, and you feel the heavy weight of his cock pressing against your entrance. Even without seeing it, you know it’s big, so thick the thought makes you dizzy. He guides himself in slowly, stretching you inch by agonizing inch, and you claw at his shoulders, a broken whimper falling from your lips.

“Shh.” He kisses your forehead, your cheek, your mouth. “I know. I know it’s a lot, but you can take it. You were made for this… made for me.”

His hips begin to rock, a steady, punishing rhythm that drives him deeper with every thrust. Pleasure coils hot and sharp in your belly, mixed with a sting that makes you feel every single part of him. He watches your face, expression dark and possessive, drinking in every moan, every twitch.

“Look at you. So perfect. So fucking innocent under me.”

You can feel it, the swelling at the base of his cock, the knot beginning to form. Your eyes widen, but he’s already locking his gaze with yours, a feral smile curling his lips.

“Don’t fight it. Let it happen. I’m gonna fill you so full there’s no doubt who you belong to.”

He drives deep one last time, seating himself completely, and the knot expands, locking him inside you. A guttural sound rips from his chest as he starts to cum, hot and thick, flooding your womb in pulse after pulse. You cry out, body arching as your own orgasm rips through you, helpless and overwhelming.

He stays there, braced over you, breath ragged. When he finally moves to kiss your temple, it’s soft, almost tender.

“Now you’re safe,” he murmurs, “now no one can take you away.”

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The night air of Awa'atlu is thick with salt and the distant hum of the village settling into sleep. The marui pods glow faintly, but here, in the shadows of a secluded cove, the darkness is deeper. Tonowari's large form reclines against a mossy rock, his eyes gleaming with that predatory patience that makes your stomach flutter.

You kneel beside him, acutely aware of the nearby maruis, the occasional murmur of voices, the splash of a Metkayina diving into the shallow too close. Anyone could wander this way.

"Come," he says, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through the ground. He taps your thigh, then gestures to his face, that chiseled jaw, those full lips, his tongue licking his lips briefly in anticipation. 

"Sit."

You hesitate, shaking your head, a nervous laugh escaping your lips. 

"Tonowari, someone will see… and I do not wish to hurt you, I am far too heavy-"

His eyes narrow.

"You weigh nothing," he interrupts, his voice dropping to a growl, “and I do not care who sees. You are my mate. My woman. They will hear you and know you are claimed."

He reaches up, his massive hands curling around your thighs before you can protest further. The grip is iron, unyielding. He yanks you forward, dragging you across the moss until you are straddling his head, your heat hovering directly over his mouth.

"Tonowari-" you gasp, but he doesn't let you finish.

With a grunt of effort, he pulls you down, your weight settling onto his face. His mouth finds you immediately, no gentle introduction, no teasing. His tongue drives upward, flat and broad, pressing against your folds from the first contact.

"Ah!"

The sound escapes you, high and sharp, and you clamp a hand over your own mouth.

His palms hold your hips in place as he buries himself deeper. You feel his nose against your clit, his chin slick against your arousal, but his tongue is a weapon. It slides between your lips, parting you with wet precision, and then it pushes inside.

The sensation is dizzying. His tongue is thick, muscular, reaching depths that make your toes curl. He licks into you like he is drinking from a sacred spring, each stroke deliberate and hungry. His muffled groans vibrate through your core, sending shocks of pleasure up your spine.

You try to lift off, to give him air, but his hands only tighten, forcing you back down. He wants you to suffocate him. He wants your weight pinning him, your core smothering his face.

"Shh," he hums against your flesh, the sound traveling through you, and you feel his tongue curl, flicking against your inner walls. 

He finds that spongy spot deep inside, the one that makes your vision go white, and he hones in on it, lashing it repeatedly. Your hips begin to grind involuntarily. The world narrows to the wet sounds of his mouth working you, the scrape of his teeth against your folds, the relentless pressure of his nose against your clit. You are dripping, and he is drinking, swallowing every drop.

A voice calls out in the distance, someone asking about a fishing net, and you freeze, your whole body locking up, but Tonowari only doubles his efforts. His tongue drives deeper, flicking faster, and his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your thighs as if to say, ‘I don't care. Let them hear. Let them know’.

The orgasm builds like a wave crashing against the reef. Your hand is still clamped over your mouth, but a whimper escapes through your fingers, high-pitched and desperate. His tongue plunges one last time, curling in a beckoning motion, and you shatter.

You cum against his face, your thighs trembling, your juices flooding his mouth. He drinks greedily, his throat working as he swallows, not wasting a single drop. Even as you pulse and contract, he keeps licking, drawing out every aftershock until you are weak and gasping above him.

Finally, he releases your hips, letting you collapse to the side. He sits up, his chin glistening, his lips parted. He smiles that rare, triumphant smile and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Next time," he says, his voice rough and satisfied, "do not argue with me. You belong on my face. Now, sleep. Tomorrow, I will take you again."

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The forest around you hums with the buzz of insects and the distant calls of fauna. Neteyam and Loak move ahead of you through the dense underbrush, their tall blue frames cutting through the ferns as they scout for herbs. You follow, your pouch already half-full of gathered roots for the evening meal.

Neteyam stops suddenly, his ears swiveling forward. He kneels, examining a cluster of glowing red berries nestled within a fan of broad leaves. Their bioluminescence pulses gently, like a slow heartbeat.

"Lo’ak," Neteyam says, his voice low with curiosity, “look at these. I haven't seen this plant before."

Lo’ak crouches beside his brother, his yellow eyes narrowing. He reaches out, brushing one of the berries. A sweet, intoxicating scent wafts up from them, and both young warriors inhale deeply without thinking.

"They smell... good," Loak murmurs, his pupils dilating.

He plucks a berry, rolling it between his fingers. Neteyam hesitates, but the aroma pulls at him, filling his lungs with something warm and dizzying. Lo'ak is already popping a berry into his mouth before Neteyam can protest. He chews, his expression shifting from caution to surprise.

"It tastes sweet. Like nectar." He plucks another and offers it to Neteyam, “try it."

Neteyam takes it, placing it on his tongue. The flavor bursts across his palate: honey and something deeper, earthy, that spreads warmth through his chest. He swallows, and almost immediately, a flush of heat blooms in his stomach.

You watch them, a sense of unease prickling at your skin.

"Maybe you shouldn't eat too many," you say, stepping closer, “we don't know what they are."

Lo'ak laughs, but it's breathier than usual. "Don't worry, I have a strong stomach. I've eaten worse."

He eats another, then another, while Neteyam's hand hovers over the cluster, tempted. Neteyam takes a second berry, then a third, his movements slower. He feels the heat coiling in his gut, spreading downward, and a strange feeling settles into his limbs. His breath catches.

"Lo’ak…," he says, his voice suddenly husky.

Lo'ak turns to him, and his eyes are glassy, his pupils blown wide. His lips part, and he licks them slowly.

"I feel… hot."

He shifts, and you see the outline of his cock straining against his loincloth. His hands clench and unclench at his sides. Neteyam groans softly, pressing a palm to his own crotch. The bulge there is unmistakable, growing harder by the second. His tail lashes behind him, and his breathing becomes ragged.

"This is an aphrodisiac," he says, his voice strained, "I can feel it, and it's strong."

Lo'ak sways on his feet, his eyes locking onto you. The look in them is hungry, primal.

"You have to help us."

Your heart races as you realize the situation. Both brothers are in the grip of the plant's power, their bodies surging with need. Neteyam's hand leaves his crotch, and he steps toward you, his tall frame looming, his chest heaving.

"Please," he says, his voice barely a whisper.

Lo'ak is already behind you, his hands finding your waist. His fingers dig into your hips, and you feel his cock pressing hard against your lower back. He buries his face in your hair, inhaling deeply.

"You smell so good," he groans, "I need you. Now."

Neteyam cups your face, tilting your chin up. His eyes are dark, desperate, and his thumb traces your lower lip. You nod, your throat dry. Lo’ak's hands slide down, pulling at your loincloth, while Neteyam's fingers find the ties of your top. In seconds, you are naked, the cool forest air kissing your skin as both brothers shed their own clothing.

Lo’ak is the first to lower himself, kneeling before you. His tail curls around your ankle as he parts your legs, his mouth already watering. He looks up at you, his expression a mix of desperation and worship.

"I have to taste you," he says, and then his face is between your thighs.

His tongue is hot, almost feverish, as it drags through your folds. He licks greedily, groaning against your core as if starved. He sucks your clit into his mouth, his fingers spreading you wider, and you gasp, your hands tangling in his braids.

Behind you, Neteyam presses himself against your back. He molds his chest to you, his skin slick with sweat. His cock slides between your thighs, nudging against Loak's tongue as he ruts against you from behind.

Loak pulls back, his chin glistening with your wetness. He stands, and his cock stands proudly, thick and long, the tip beaded with precum. He guides you to the soft moss at the base of a giant tree, laying you down. Neteyam follows, positioning himself at your side.

Lo'ak kneels between your legs, his hands gripping your thighs. He lines himself up, the head of his cock pressing at your entrance.

"I won't last long," he admits shamefully, his hips already twitching, “it’s too much.”

"Then fuck me," you urge, and he obeys, pushing inside you in one long, smooth stroke.

You cry out as he fills you, his cock stretching you perfectly. He starts moving immediately, his pace frantic, his hips slapping against yours. His breaths come in harsh grunts as he drives into you, his eyes squeezed shut, lost in the sensations.

Neteyam watches, his hand wrapped around his own cock, stroking slowly. He leans down, capturing your mouth in a deep kiss, his tongue thrusting in rhythm with Lo’ak's thrusts. He tastes of the sweet berries and something smoky.

Lo'ak's rhythm falters.

"I'm so close," he groans, his body tensing, "I can't-"

He slams into you one last time, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as he cums, hot pulses flooding your insides. He collapses over you, breathing hard, but the release doesn't satisfy the hunger. He lifts his head, his eyes still hazy.

"It's not enough."

Neteyam pushes him aside gently.

"My turn."

He positions you on your hands and knees, then slides into you from behind. The angle is deeper, harder, and you feel Lo’ak's cum slicking the way. Neteyam grips your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh, and fucks you with long, punishing strokes.

"You feel so good," he growls, his voice a low vibration, “so tight and wet." He reaches under you, his fingers finding your clit. He rubs fast circles as he thrusts, and you moan, your body already sensitive.

"Cum for me."

Lo’ak kneels in front of you, his cock still hard, impossibly hard despite just cumming. He strokes it, offering it to you.

"I need your mouth."

You take him into your mouth, tasting yourself and the remnants of his pleasure. He groans, his hands cupping your head, guiding your pace as Neteyam fucks you from behind. The dual sensation is overwhelming, your mouth full of Lo'ak, your core full of Neteyam.

Neteyam's rhythm quickens. He leans forward, his chest pressing against your back, his teeth grazing your shoulder. He drives deep, his body shuddering as he releases inside you. He stays buried for a moment, catching his breath, then pulls out.

The aphrodisiac still burns.

Lo'ak withdraws from your mouth, strings of saliva connecting his tip to your lips. You barely have time to process before he pulls you onto his lap, your legs straddling his hips. He lifts you, then lowers you onto his cock, sheathing himself inside you. His hands find your breasts, squeezing, playing with your nipples as you begin to ride him.

Neteyam watches, his chest heaving, his hand pumping his own cock. You are incoherent, lost in the sensation. Your orgasm builds like a wave, crashing over you without warning. You scream as you cum, your inner walls milking Lo’ak's cock. It pushes the brothers over the edge.

Lo’ak cums deep inside you for a second time, Neteyam following not long after, his cum spurting out and landing on his abdomen. For a long moment, there is only heavy breathing and the thrum of the forest. But then Lo'ak shifts, and his cock is still hard.

"We need more," Neteyam says, his voice rough.

Lo’ak kisses your shoulder, his lips trailing to your neck, “we have all night."

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The bioluminescent forest of Pandora glows around you, casting ethereal blue light across your bare skin as you lie back on the soft moss. Jake Sully and Tsu'tey stand before you, their tall, muscular bodies silhouetted against the luminous plants. Their yellow eyes lock onto you with predatory intensity, and you feel your pulse quicken as Tsu'tey speaks first.

"I will make her scream first," he says, his deep voice rumbling through his chest.

"We'll see about that. I know exactly how to make her writhe," Jake smirks, stepping closer, his fingers already reaching out to trace along your thigh.

Your breath catches as Jake's fingers slide into your hair, tilting your head back. His rough palm cups your chin as he lowers his face to yours, and when his lips meet your mouth, it's hungry and demanding. He bites your lower lip, tugging it gently before plunging his tongue inside. His kiss is dominant, claiming, and you moan against him as his hand tightens in your hair.

Meanwhile, Tsu'tey's long fingers trace down your belly, his touch lighter, teasing. He parts your legs, settling his broad shoulders between your thighs. You feel his warm breath against your wetness before his tongue flicks out, tasting you. The sensation makes you break from Jake's kiss with a sharp gasp.

"Do not stop," Tsu'tey growls against your skin, his voice vibrating through your clit.

He spreads your folds with his fingers and licks a long, slow stripe from your entrance to your clit, savoring you. Jake's jaw tightens with competitive fire. He grabs your chin, forcing your gaze to him.

"Eyes on me."

He presses his lips to yours again, but this time his hand slides down your chest, cupping your breast. His thumb circles your nipple, pinching it just hard enough to send sparks of pleasurable pain through you. He swallows your moans as his fingers roll and tug, keeping your attention focused on his mouth even as Tsu'tey's tongue works magic between your legs.

Tsu'tey hums against your core, the vibration making your hips buck. He wraps his lips around your clit, sucking hard while pressing two long fingers inside you, curling them to find that sweet spot. You cry out against Jake's mouth, your fingers curling in the moss.

"You like that, don't you? Feeling us both at once," Jake asks, panting after breaking the kiss, his blue chest heaving,

His hand leaves your breast, trailing down your stomach until his fingers join Tsu'tey's. He nudges Tsu'tey aside, replacing his tongue with his own thumb on your clit. He presses his thumb in tight circles while his other hand grips your thigh, spreading you wider. Tsu'tey growls, rising up, his cock already thick and hard, the tip glistening.

He positions himself between your legs, his large hands gripping your hips as he lines up. The head of his cock presses against your entrance, and you feel the slight burn of his length. He pushes in slowly, watching your face as he fills you inch by inch until he's fully seated. He holds still, letting you adjust to his size, his yellow eyes burning into yours.

"I want to see you take it all," he says, his voice a low rumble.

Then he begins to move, long, deep strokes that hit places his fingers couldn't reach. His pace is steady, punishing, each thrust pushing a moan from your lips.

Jake moves behind you, pulling you back against his chest while Tsu'tey continues fucking you. Jake's cock presses hard against your lower back as he wraps an arm around your waist, holding you steady.

"He thinks he's winning, but you haven't felt me yet,” he murmurs in your ear, leaning down to bite at the soft blue skin of your shoulder.

He shifts position, and suddenly his cock slides against Tsu'tey's. Tsu'tey’s buried deep in your core while Jake pushes his length along your slick folds, the tip catching against Tsu'tey's shaft with every thrust. The dual stimulation is overwhelming. Your walls clench around Tsu'tey as Jake's cock rubs your clit with each movement.

"Who makes you feel better?" Jake grunts against your neck, "tell me."

You can only moan, lost in the sensation. Tsu'tey's thrusts grow harder, faster, his breathing ragged. His hand finds your throat, pressing gently as he fucks you deeper.

"Answer the question. Who fucks you best?"

They both stimulate you, each trying to outdo the other. Jake's fingers dig into your hip as he matches Tsu'tey's pace, the friction driving you wild. You feel yourself tightening, climbing toward release. Tsu'tey leans forward, his lips brushing your ear.

"Cum for me. I want to feel you squeeze my cock."

You shatter, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure crash through you, your cries echoing through the glowing forest, but they don't stop. Jake pushes Tsu’tey aside, flipping you onto your hands and knees in one swift motion.

"My turn."

He slams into you from behind, his balls slapping against your wet flesh with every hard thrust. Tsu'tey watches, his chest heaving as he strokes his slick cock, waiting. Jake grabs your braids, pulling your head back as he rails into you.

"You're mine, you hear me? Mine."

His hips piston, relentless, chasing his own release. You feel his body tense, a growl ripping from his throat as he empties inside you, hot cum flooding your core. He collapses against your back, breathing hard, but Tsu'tey is already pulling him off, replacing him. He spreads your legs wide, positioning you on your back, and enters you again, this time using Jake's cum as lubrication. It's wetter now, sloppier. He fucks you faster, chasing his own peak, his tail lashing.

"You belong," he hisses, his pace brutal, “to me."

You feel another orgasm building, deeper this time. Your fingers claw at the moss as his rhythm falters. He roars as he cums, pressing deep, filling you further until you feel yourself spilling over again, crying out his name.

When he finally pulls out, you lie trembling between them, all of you covered in sweat and cum. Jake and Tsu'tey exchange a look, a silent challenge unspoken yet understood.

"We are not done," Tsu'tey says, his hand already sliding along your thigh.

"No. We're just getting started."

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The firelight paints shadows across Tsu’tey’s dark blue skin, muscles rippling under a sheen of sweat as he presses you down into the woven furs. His hips grind against yours in a frantic, desperate rhythm.

The friction of your loincloths does little to mask the hardness straining between you. Every thrust is a wet grind, fabric sliding over slick flesh, and he lets out low, shuddering whines that vibrate against your throat where he has buried his face.

“Please… please…,” he begs, the words coming out broken. 

His nails dig into the furs beside your head, knuckles white as he fights to hold back his release. He thrusts harder, faster, whimpering openly now, each sound punched from his chest as the coil in his stomach tightens.

You arch beneath him, gasping as the head of his cock rubs against your clit, your own hips meeting his as moans of pleasure fall from your lips. But just as the first pulse of his orgasm begins to tremble through him, you shift. Your hands press against his chest, and you push.

Tsu’tey cries out in frustration, a broken noise, as the sudden lack of pressure sends his cock twitching uselessly against the fabric of his loincloth. He stares down at you, pupils blown wide, lips parted, a thin line of drool trailing from his mouth. 

“Why… I was…”

You don’t answer with words. Instead, you yank the loincloth from his hips, freeing his thick, glistening cock, the tip dripping a clear bead of precum. You swing one leg over his waist, straddling him. Your folds are bare now, slick and swollen, the scent of your arousal thick in the kelku.

Without a moment’s hesitation, you lower yourself onto him. The head of his cock pushes past your folds, and Tsu’tey throws his head back, a guttural groan tearing from his throat. Your walls grip him tight as you sink down, taking him inch by inch until his hips are flush against yours.

Your movements are punishing when you begin to ride him, fast, deep, and grinding. You lean forward, breasts brushing his chest, and watch his face contort into one of pleasure as you take what you want.

His hands fly to your hips, fingers digging into your flesh, but he doesn’t guide you because every upward roll of your hips sends lightning through his nerves. He is babbling now, half-formed pleas and praises spilling from his lips.

“Yes… yes, there… oh, don’t stop…”

The whimpers come back, high and needy, as you slam down onto him again and again. His balls slap against your ass with every descent. The air fills with the wet sound of his cock sliding through you, the musk of sex thick enough to taste.

He is close again, and you know it. You slow your pace to a torturous grind, deliberately circling your hips, squeezing him with your core muscles until he is whimpering, tears staining his cheeks.

“Please… let me… I need…”

You smile, a moan tearing out from your chest as you sink down on his once more, and then you give him what he begs for, a brutal, relentless pace that drives him over the edge. His back arches, a long, shuddering cry rips from his chest as his cock pulses deep inside you, flooding you with hot, thick cum. You ride him through every wave, milking him dry until he collapses, trembling, into the furs beneath him.

"No more," he says breathlessly, pushing at your hips where you continue to grind against him ever so slightly.

"Aw, you are no fun Tsu'tey."

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The pale dawn filters through the woven entrance of the marui pod, casting rippling shadows across the hammock where you lie. The gentle lapping of the water beneath you is a familiar lullaby, but it's the weight shifting beside you that pulls you from sleep. Neteyam is already awake, his golden eyes half-lidded, focused on your body with an intensity that makes your breath catch.

You're still half-dreaming, your limbs loose and warm under the thin fur. He's propped on one elbow, his long braids brushing against your skin as he leans closer. His fingers trace the curve of your hip, then slide down to the outside of your thigh. A low sound rumbles in his chest.

"Teyam..." you murmur, your voice thick with sleep.

He doesn't answer. Instead, he pushes the covering aside, baring your legs to the cool morning air. Your skin prickles, but his touch feels like fire. He grips your right thigh with both hands, thumbs pressing into the firm muscle, and brings his mouth to the inside of your knee.

A soft kiss, then another, higher this time. His lips part, and the flat of his tongue drags up your inner thigh, tasting the salt of your skin, the faint residue of the ocean. He inhales deeply, filling his lungs with your scent, and a shudder runs through him.

"Can't help it," he breathes against your flesh, the words muffled. "These thighs... they drive me crazy."

You feel the vibration of his voice, the heat of his breath, as he works his way upward. His kisses grow wetter, hungrier. He nips at the sensitive skin where your thigh meets your hip, then soothes the spot with a long, slow lick. Your hips shift involuntarily, opening wider for him.

He groans, burying his face in the crease of your leg. He's close to where you feel your need growing for him, but he doesn't rush. He kisses just above your core, then back down to the opposite thigh, repeating his worship with the same obsessive care. His hands knead the flesh beneath them, squeezing, spreading, pulling you apart.

The hammock rocks gently with his movements. The early light catches the glisten of saliva on your skin. Your hand finds his head, threading through his hair, urging him on.

"Please," you whisper.

He looks up at you, his pupils blown wide, a sheen of moisture on his lips. "I've been dreaming about this all night."

He lowers his head again, but this time he doesn't stop at your thigh. His tongue traces the very edge of your slit, a teasing, barely-there touch that makes you gasp. Then he pulls back, shaking his head with a strained laugh.

He presses his mouth to the inside of your right thigh, sucking a bruise into the skin before moving onto the left. He's marking you, claiming every inch of you. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your ass, tilting your hips up, and finally, he buries his face between your legs.

The first stroke of his tongue is flat and broad, from your entrance all the way up to your clit. You buck against his mouth, a sharp cry escaping your lips. He doesn't relent. He licks you like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted, slow and deliberate, savoring every drop. His nose presses against your clit as he laps at your folds, drinking in your arousal.

"You taste good," he mutters against your folds, the vibrations sending sparks through your core.

He wraps his lips around your clit and sucks, gentle at first, then harder as your moans grow louder. One of his hands leaves your thigh and slides up your stomach, fingers finding your nipple and rolling it between them. The hammock creaks with your movements, but all you can focus on is the relentless rhythm of his tongue.

He slides two fingers into you, curling them, pressing against that spongy spot inside. His mouth never stops his licking, sucking, and devouring. Your hips grind against his face, and he groans into you, the sound muffled and filthy.

"Don't stop," you beg, your voice breaking.

He doubles his efforts, his tongue flicking faster over your clit, his fingers pumping deeper. The tension coils in your belly, tight and hot, and when you cum, it's with a cry that echoes through the marui. Your thighs clamp around his head, but he stays, working you through every pulse, lapping up your release until you're trembling and oversensitive.

Finally, he lifts his head, his chin slick, his eyes blazing with satisfaction. He crawls up your body, pressing a kiss to your navel, your sternum, your collarbone, until his forehead rests against yours.

"Good morning," he whispers, his voice rough.

You're still panting, your legs weak, your thighs aching from his grip. But when he grins, his teeth flashing in the dawn light, you can only smile back and pull him down for a kiss that tastes of yourself.

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“I love you,” Neteyam mumbles under his breath, groaning the second you sink down on his cock, his fingers gripping the skin of your hips tight while your walls flutter around his length.

“Don’t say that,” you scoff, rolling your eyes, partly from the stretch of him and how he always tries to make sex between you something it could never be.

You know Neteyam likes you more than a friend, and that’s why he settled on being friends with benefits. You couldn’t lie and say you didn’t feel the same, because you did, but you were a human scientist, and he was the Olo’eyktan’s son.

The line had to be drawn somewhere, and if he wasn’t going to, then you had to.

Your feet are planted on either side of his thighs, his back pressed against a chair not meant for someone his size, your entrance swallowing his impossibly large cock. Nails digging into the soft, blue skin of his shoulders, you lift yourself up and drop back down.

“Let me pretend with you. Just this once,” he pleads, gazing up at you, whimpering when your ass slaps against his skin.

You bury his cock against your cervix, wrapping your arms around his neck, and all you see is the most hopeful glint in his eyes.

He makes it so hard to say no.

“Fine,” you say, “on one condition.”

“And what might that be,” he asks, tilting his head to the side, biting his bottom lip when your hips move ever so slightly.

“It can never happen again.”

Resting your forehead against his, placing a soft kiss to his lips, you don’t even give him the chance to object. Your bouncing resumes, more needy, more selfish as you give in to the want to make love to him. His hands slide along the length of your sides, caressing your body the same way you would usually scold him for, letting his hands roam free for just this once.

Groans rumble out from his chest, vibrating through your body, the sweet sound of his rough whimpers landing in the pool of heat building in your lower belly. Slick drips from your entrance, dripping down his shaft, pooling on the seat below. You kiss him harder, sliding your tongue over his lips, exploring his mouth in ways you never allowed yourself to before.

“I love you so much,” he whimpers, kissing along the length of your jaw, down your neck, on the soft skin of your shoulder where he leaves purple bruises that will be hard to hide later.

Your walls clamp down tight from his words, moans ripping from your throat as you bounce up and down on his length. The veins and ridges of his cock slide through you, filling you up and leaving no space empty, making sure the only thing you know right now is him.

“Tell me you love me. I know you want to. Just let me hear you say it,” he begs, kissing down the smooth skin of your chest, circling your nipple with his tongue, sucking, biting, licking the hard peak while he watches your face screw into one of pleasure.

Gazing down at him, you’re lost in the feeling of his cock bullying your insides. He is slamming against your cervix, angled up just enough to brush past your sweet spot with each thrust. Your toes curling against the chair, fingers finding his hair and getting tangled in there, mouth hanging open ever so slightly as obscene moans fall from your lips.

“I love you N-Neteyam,” you whisper breathlessly, biting your bottom lip as your face heats up with shame for something you told yourself you could never say.

His pupils dilate, the black of his eye swallowing the pretty yellow, his control slipping. He plants one hand on your hip, the other on the back of your head, pulling your hair so your neck is exposed to him. Drilling into you, he takes the reins, shoving his cock deep inside of you with the roll of his hips.

“Say it again,” he growls against your skin, becoming greedier for your honey sweet words.

“No.”

“Say it again, please.”

He bites your neck rough, his fingers digging into your skin hard, his cock pumping in and out of you at a pace you can hardly maintain.

“Neteyam...”

“Please, please say it a-again,” he whimpers, driving his cock inside you even faster.

His fingers reach down to your aching clit, quickly rubbing tight circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves. The sensation is driving you insane, clouding your mind, making everything become hazy. You gaze down at him, a single tear staining his cheek, and you wipe it away before hovering your lips over his.

Your orgasm builds fast, body becoming rigid, muscles drawing taut. Legs trembling around him, his finger working you, his cock twitching deep inside you where it presses against your sweet spot, all of it is driving you over the edge.

“F-fuck, I love you N-Nete,” you moan, pressing your lips against his, giving yourself to him in the rawest way possible.

Cum gushes from your entrance, dripping down his length and making a mess out of both of you. Your walls clamp down tight around him, pulsing over and over again, his finger easing up on your clit to avoid overstimulating you.

With a guttural groan, he buries himself to the hilt, melting into the words that fall from your lips. Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your core, leaking out when nothing else will fit, being pumped back in with the soft, loving strokes Neteyam is still giving you.

Your body slumps against his, your breathing coming in short, ragged gasps, heart pounding out of your chest, Neteyam smooths the hair out of your face, pushing it behind your ear and wrapping his arms around you. Placing a soft kiss to your hair, he mumbles something under his breath, something that tells you that you made a mistake.

“I cannot just be your friend.”

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