His long, elegant fingers were carding through your hair, a gesture that usually soothed you completely, but tonight there was a restless energy humming beneath your skin. A slight tremor ran through you, a shiver that had nothing to do with the mountain chill.

"Shhh, sevin," he murmured, his deep voice a gentle rumble in his chest. "Your thoughts are loud tonight."

He shifted one of those hands from your hair, tracing the line of your spine down, down, until his palm settled over the thick, muscular base of your tail where it emerged from your lower back. He began to rub in slow, firm circles. It wasn't a new gesture. He often did this, a grounding pressure meant to ease your anxieties, to anchor you to him and to the solid stone of your shared home.

But tonight… Eywa, tonight was different.

His thumb found that sensitive patch of skin just above where the vertebrae began, pressing and stroking with a maddening precision. A jolt, sharp and electric, shot straight through you. It bypassed your thoughts, your lungs, your heart, and landed like a lightning strike directly at the nexus of pleasure between your thighs. Your cunt clenched, a sudden, hard pulse that made you gasp and cant your hips forward against him.

"Ah!" The sound was small, broken.

Solek stilled, his head tilting. "Did I hurt you?"

You shook your head, unable to form words, the feeling still echoing through you. It was like he'd flicked a switch inside you you hadn't known existed. Your ears were flat against your skull, your breath coming in short pants. You could feel a distinct, slick heat blooming beneath your loincloth.

"Then… what is it?" He watched you, his golden eyes narrowed with concentration. He brought his other hand up, capturing his kuru, then gently coaxing your own into the open. He brought the delicate nerve bundles together, and the world sharpened instantly, the connection between you flooding with your confusion and a startling, burgeoning pleasure. He felt it, you knew he did. His ears flicked, a small tell.

Experimentally, he stroked your tail again. This time, he dragged his knuckles slowly down a few inches from the base, following the curve. The sensation was exquisite. A deep, rolling wave of heat washed over you, and your body answered in earnest. Your inner walls fluttered, your clit throbbing in tandem with the movement of his hand on your tail. You were perched directly over the ridge of his own loincloth, and you felt a definite, interested twitch from the cock housed within.

A slow, knowing smile spread across Solek's face. "Ah," he breathed, the sound a mix of surprise and delight. "I see."

His grip on your hip tightened, holding you steady as he began to move you. It wasn't a forceful thrust, but a slow, deliberate grind. He used the strength in his arms to guide your hips, rocking your clothed mound against the hard length of him. The friction was delicious, a maddening tease that did little to quell the fire he'd stoked.

His other hand, the one on your tail, never stopped its work. He was learning you, mapping your responses with a hunter's focus. He found another spot, a little lower than the last, and stroked there. The jolt was even more intense. A soft whimper escaped your lips, your head falling back as your fingers dug into his shoulders.

"Right there?" he rumbled, the vibration of his words traveling through your entire body.

You could only nod, your hips bucking against him, seeking more pressure, more friction, more of him. Your slick was soaking through the thin fabric now, making the glide against him impossibly smooth.

He obliged, pressing you down harder as he rolled his own hips up to meet yours. The combined pressure on your clit and the incessant, perfect stroking of your tail were too much. The coil in your belly wound tighter, tighter, your entire being focused on those two points of contact. His breathing was harsh now too, his pupils blown wide with a dark, hungry light as he watched you come undone.

"That's it," he urged, his voice low and rough. "Let go for me, yawne. Let me feel it."

And you did. Your orgasm crashed through you with the force of a flash flood. You cried out, a raw, unrestrained sound of pure bliss that echoed in the stone chamber. Your body convulsed, your inner walls clenching in rhythmic waves as pleasure flooded every nerve ending. Through your connected kuru, you felt a wave of his own satisfaction, a dark, possessive pride that he could unravel you so completely.

As the tremors began to subside, you slumped against him, boneless and panting. But he wasn't done. His hand on your tail slowed, becoming a gentle, petting caress, but it still sent little aftershocks of pleasure through you. His other hand moved to the tie of your loincloth, tugging it free with practiced ease. He did the same with his own, and the hard, heated length of his cock sprang free to press against your slick, sensitive folds.

He was big, beautifully so, and the feel of him against you was enough to stoke the embers of your arousal back into a roaring flame.

"I need to be inside you," he growled, the words both a statement and a question.

"Yes," you breathed, lifting your head to meet his gaze. "Please, Solek. Now."

He needed no further encouragement. With one hand guiding the thick head of his cock, and the other still resting proprietorially on the base of your tail, he slowly, deliberately, began to lower you onto him. The stretch was divine, a burn that melted into pure pleasure as he filled you inch by incredible inch. You were so wet, so ready for him, that he slid home until he was seated to the hilt.

You both groaned at the sheer perfection of the connection. Full. You were so impossibly, wonderfully full.

For a moment, you just sat there, adjusting to him, your bodies fused. Then, Solek began to move again. That slow, grinding rock of his hips started up once more, but this time there was no frustrating fabric between you. His cock dragged against your sensitive walls with every movement, and the pressure on your clit was direct and intoxicating.

His hand on your tail began its magic again, stroking and rubbing in that perfect, maddening rhythm that was synced to the roll of his hips. The dual stimulation was almost too much to bear. Every upward stroke of his hand was met with a downward thrust of his hips, and every drag of his cock out of you was paired with a teasing caress along the sensitive length of your tail.

You found your own rhythm, lifting yourself up and then sinking back down, taking him deep. His free hand moved to your ass, gripping the soft flesh there, helping you ride him. The sounds of your union filled the cave. The wet slap of skin on skin, your shared gasps and moans, the crackle of the fire.

Your pleasure was building again, faster this time, higher. You could feel his own climax approaching, too, through the frantic pulse of your tswin and the way his thrusts became deeper, more urgent. His grip on your tail tightened, his strokes becoming firmer, more demanding.

"Solek!" you cried, your body arching.

"Come with me," he commanded, his voice a strained snarl of pure need. He surged up, meeting your downward plunge, and his thumb found a particularly sensitive spot on your tail, pressing hard.

That was all it took. Your vision went white as your second orgasm tore through you, even more powerful than the first. Your body clamped down on him, your inner walls milking his cock as you screamed his name to the uncaring stone. You felt him follow you over the edge with a guttural roar, his hips bucking wildly as he spilled himself deep inside you, the heat of his release flooding you.

The pleasure was blinding, all-consuming, a supernova that erased everything but the feel of him and the explosive sensation in your tail.

When the last shuddering wave finally receded, all the strength left your body. You went limp, collapsing forward onto his broad, sweaty chest. His arms came around you immediately, holding you close as you both fought to catch your breath. Your face was buried in the crook of his neck, and you could feel the frantic pounding of his heart against your cheek.

Solek's chest heaved beneath you, a warm, solid anchor in the aftermath of your shared storm. For long moments, the only sounds in the cave were the crackle of the fire and your mingled, ragged breaths slowly evening out. You were a dead weight atop him, your body replete, your muscles liquid. His cock still nestled inside you, a gentle, warm presence.

His hand, which had been the instrument of your delicious undoing, now rested on your back, a comforting weight. But he couldn't seem to leave your tail alone. He began a slow, lazy stroking from base to tip, a possessive, tender gesture. Even now, softened and sated as you were, it sent gentle, pleasant tremors through you, little echoes of the seismic pleasure you'd just experienced.

He pressed a soft kiss to your temple, his lips warm against your skin. "Tired, my little storm?" he rumbled, the vibration of his deep voice a soothing balm.

You made a wordless sound of agreement, nuzzling deeper into him. The scent of him, clean mountain air, exertion, and something uniquely Solek, filled your senses.

A low chuckle rumbled through his chest. "Good." He shifted slightly, the movement causing him to shift within you, drawing a soft, involuntary sigh from your lips. "You were loud tonight. I think the banshees on the next peak heard you."

Heat flooded your cheeks, but you lacked the energy to even lift your head to glare at him. You just pinched the skin on his side lightly, a gesture he answered with another deep, rumbling laugh.

"I like it," he murmured, his voice dropping to a near-whisper. "I like knowing I can make you scream." He punctuated the words with another firm, proprietary stroke of your tail. "And I like this." His fingers traced the curve of your tail, mapping it as if memorizing a treasure map. "I did not know..."

He trailed off, but you knew what he meant. Neither of you had. This new pathway to pleasure, this direct line from your tail to your core, was a discovery, a secret just for the two of you.

"Mine," he breathed, the word a soft, possessive growl against your hair. His arms tightened around you, pulling you impossibly closer. You were enveloped by him, surrounded by his strength and the lingering scent of your lovemaking. Sleep began to tug at the edges of your consciousness, a heavy, welcome blanket.

He shifted again, carefully this time, rolling you both onto your sides without breaking your connection. You ended up nestled against him, your chest to his chest, one of his arms slung over your waist to hold you close. Your leg draped over his, and your tail curled to rest over his hip. His other hand continued its slow, mesmerizing petting of your tail, a rhythmic, hypnotic motion.

You lay there in the warm, flickering firelight, the cave quiet and safe around you. The wild energy had been spent, replaced by a deep, abiding contentment. His breath was a steady rhythm against your chest, his heartbeat a constant, reassuring thrum in your ear.

You, for one, were excited to race on direhorses with So’lek. You had both been relentlessly teasing one another leading up to the games. While So’lek liked to believe he could beat you, you were faster than him. So’lek was better with his fighting skills, but you were swift. 

“We shall test today if you are really as fast as you say.”

So’lek let out a low chuckle at that. He really was overly confident. 

“Yes, we shall. I must tell you, try to keep up.”

You gasped at his jab. Then, you both made your way towards the direhorses, playfully shoving each other as you do. 

“Are you ready to lose?” You threw at him, a wide grin on your face. 

He smirked at you, eyeing you from the side as he held back a laugh. 

“Are you?” He replied slyly, his tone laced with sarcasm. 

With that, you were off, moving as fast as you could to get around him. To your luck, you managed to move past him as he was aiming for a target. Laughing as you passed him, the look on his face was of pure shock. After that, he could not manage to pass you, no matter how hard he tried. 

Once you made it to the finish line, you threw up your hands in victory. Jumping up and down while squealing, you were ecstatic to have beat So’lek. He hanged his head low, laughing as he shook his head. 

“I must say, you are very quick.” He smiled as he moved towards you, stopping right before you. You looked up at him with a smile, appreciating him for dropping the rough exterior for once. 

“Now that I have beaten you, I believe it is time to celebrate.” 

You ran from him, laughing as you do, not looking back to see if he followed. Knowing he was, as you heard his footsteps behind you and a chuckle on his lips. 

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Then you felt a quick yank on your tail. You stopped and turned to him, gasping in shock at the look on his face. He was enjoying this. Quickly, you ran around him to reach for his. He spun around and dodged you, reaching for your tail and giving it another yank as he did. 

At this point, you were both laughing like maniacs. Chasing each other back to camp, tugging at each other's tails, soaking in the bliss of the moment. You threw light teasing at each other, smirking when the other showed mock offence. 

When you finally made it back to camp, eclipse had begun. Everyone around you was dancing, drinking zangke, and laughing as they enjoyed the company around them. Of course, you and So’lek were eager to join in. 

Quickly, So’lek made his way towards the zangke, already beginning what would be an eventful evening. You knew the look on his face all too well, the look that meant he would drink until he could not walk straight. 

Eventually, one drink turned to two, then three, and so on. You had lost sight of him after a while, so you made your way to the fire, where the sarentu were gathered. 

“How are you all enjoying the games?” You asked them with curiosity, eager to hear if they were enjoying themselves. 

They all nodded eagerly, then jumped to tell you stories from the day. Hearing their stories warmed your heart. You were so glad to know they are feeling as if they belong more and more. 

“Where has So’lek run off to?” Teylan asked you, knowing you were always together. 

“He is off drinking too much zangke.” You answered, smirking as they all fell into a fit of laughter. 

“Wow, will that be a sight,” Ri’nela exclaimed. 

You nodded in agreement, turning around to scan for him, but you came up short. Turning back to the sarentu, you smiled as you told them he would come around soon. 

You were sure they were all eager to tell him of their adventures. They all looked up to him so much, and it made you happy to know this. So’lek took pride when he saw their accomplishments; he took pride in knowing that he helped them get to where they are now. 

Suddenly, you felt a tug on your tail, then a heavy weight fall into your lap. Looking down, you saw So’lek lying his head on your lap, smiling up at you with a drunken grin. 

“Yawne, I have been looking for you everywhere,” He slurred his words, throwing his hands up. He was dramatic when he was drunk.

“Ma So’lek, you have had too much zangke.” 

He shook his head, frowning at your words. Then, gasping as if he had just realized something, he quickly sat up. 

“You have not had enough.” He pointed out, as if it were the most obvious thing. You laughed, shaking your head as you looked towards the sarentu. They all had amused expressions on their faces. They had never seen So’lek like this; all they had ever known was his rough exterior. 

So’lek continued to ramble about minuscule things, not aware of the sarentus presence. Eventually, Teylan coughed, alerting him to their presence. So’lek turned to them with wide eyes, his face heating up as he realized he had an audience. At least he was not too drunk to notice this. 

He quickly got himself together, or at least tried to. Slurring on his words as he questioned the sarentu on how their day went. They all told him their stories, even if they knew he would probably not remember in the morning. 

You smiled as you watched the exchange. He was really sweet when his mask came off. 

Maybe next time you will keep the zangke from him. 

Thank you for reading! As well as the requests for this post!

Regardless, you usually love watching them both talk with others, always intently listening and giving well thought responses, Jake occasionally bringing some humour into it to make other people laugh and Neytiri fondly roll her eyes. The key word here is usually. For some reason today it's grating on you, watching the two people you love most speak to the very pretty, very outgoing Tsanì. Tsanì is younger than the three of you, full of life and skilled in many things, conversation clearly being one of them with the way she has the rapt attention of your lovers. Their smiles send a soft flutter into your chest but you still wind up looking at the ground below your feet, brows furrowed slightly whilst you try to contend with the weird bitter feeling bubbling up between the flutters.

It's silly really. It shouldn't hurt your feelings at all but it does. You awoke alone, neither of your mates in sight as you silently battled with the morning sickness recently beginning to plague you. Normally they are there to comfort you, it doesn't get rid of the nausea but having their support makes it easier to deal with.

The rest of the clan outside of Jake, Neytiri, Mo'at and yourself do not know, it's just your little secret for now. You're carrying your first child, the beginnings of your little family, and yet you're simmering with a faint irritation at the attention Tsanì is getting from your partners. You’re a greedy little thing really. Your attention is drawn back to them when you hear Neytiri's laugh. Oh, Eywa, how you love that sound. Your heart pounds like the hooves of Pa'li across the grass and your eyes shimmer with adoration.

Unfortunately, you're broken out of your loving trance when Tsanì seemingly shows them something you cannot see, a bundle wrapped in a thin hide, and Neytiri reaches out to steady her arms, so close to the other woman, and to make it worse, Jake leans in as well! The three of them look so happy, almost as happy as when Mo'at said you were with child. It's ridiculous and you know it. You're pregnant with their child, but you've always secretly worried about being enough for the two of them. They're such brilliant people after all, Toruk Makto and the Omatikaya's prodigal daughter. They've never once made you feel like less. No, that's all you. It's something you're working on.

With a huff, and one last glance at the odd little huddle the three of them have going on, you turn on your heels and wander back up to your little home. Your ears are pinned to the side of your head and your tail swishes side to side, an obvious show of irritation that stops anybody from talking to you on your way home.

Once inside, you begin rummaging through the baskets, looking for something to eat and, even though you're unhappy with them, through no fault of their own really, you even make extra food for them, assuming they'll be back soon. You change your mind on what to eat three times because everything seems to turn your stomach a little, only adding to your, frankly, volatile state. You chop fruit and prepare a few teylu niktsyey, Jake's a sucker for teylu, with a furrowed brow and an ever present pout as your mind replays the image of your mates cosying up to Tsanì.

The sound of your mates’ giddy laughter and excitement approaching your home sets your teeth on edge, but your traitorous tail swishes a little as you dish out food for the three of you. You plop down on your rear, facing slightly away from the door as you begin aggressively munching on a sweet fruit, one of the few things that doesn't trigger your nausea at the moment. You focus on it's sweet taste as you stare at the wall opposite you as your mates enter the small space.

“Mornin’, baby, didn't think you'd be awake so early. You feelin’ okay?” Jake speaks first, a hint of worry in his tone that seems to always be there at the moment even whilst he's directing a smile at you. You take another bite of fruit, munching away with a grumpy pout.

“I am fine. I awoke alone, so of course I am awake early,” you mutter quietly. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Jake and Neytiri share a glance. It's hard to tell what it is conveying but if you'd hazard a guess it'd be confusion at the attitude and a little bit of guilt for leaving you. You've had a distinct dislike for waking up alone since mating with the two of them, loving the feeling of being tangled up with them through the night and into morning. Jake is a busy man as the new olo'eyktan and often leaves early, which usually leaves you Neytiri to cuddle but today, you were completely alone! How rude!

You're so caught up in your own thoughts you don't even notice Neytiri slinking closer like she's dealing with an angry little nantang (viperwolf). She sidles up close to you before reaching out to brush a braid behind your ear, causing your cheeks to tint slightly purple. She coos softly, her voice warm and calming in your flattened ear.

“We are sorry, tìyawn (love). We had an.. errand to run.” Your eyes narrow a little at her obvious hesitation, and her own eyes avert from yours briefly like she's trying to hide something from you. Your tail twitches as you let out a petulant little ‘hmph’, turning your head to face the wall again.

Now Jake moves, wordless and annoyingly observant, his eyes focused on your features like they'll tell him what's wrong. When he realises he won't gain anything from just staring, he sits down directly in front of you, discretely tucking something behind him before he reaches out to nudge your chin with his pointer finger, tilting your head towards his.

“Baby. What's the matter?” You cross your arms over your chest, ignoring the way your heart beats at having them both so close like you wanted, but your tail betrays you again, beginning to flick at the end repeatedly.

“Hmph. Why don't you ask Tsanì? She seems riveting to speak to.” You're pouting at this point, and absolutely adorable in the eyes of your lovers, as is evident by the shimmers in their eyes. But they still want to get to the bottom of this without upsetting you further.

Neytiri's head lifts and you can tell her and Jake are sharing a silent conversation over your shoulders which only makes this feel worse.

“You.. Saw us? Speaking to Tsanì?” Neytiri asks gently, her hand settling on your arm, causing your heart rate to spike and prompting the irritating reminder of how easily she touched the younger woman earlier.

“Yes. I was alone and sickly and I wanted my mates by my side so I went looking. And I found you speaking to her. Laughing and joyful without any worries.” Your eyes drop to your food, fingers picking at the fruit skin absentmindedly like that'll stop your eyes from burning. Now you feel bad for teasing your friend when she cried so easily whilst she was carrying her first child. That's come back to bite you in the rear. You hear the two of them faintly sigh, guilty for leaving you when you so often deal with sickness in the mornings at the moment.

What you don't see however, is the faint amusement on both your mates faces that comes after the hint of guilt. They feel bad of course, not wanting to upset you on a good day but especially not at such a vulnerable time. But now they understand what's going on, and Jake especially can't help but tease. He calls you a ‘brat’ sometimes, which is a human term you've never come across and he refuses to explain it to you.

“Baby. Did that really make you jealous?” Your head snaps up, eyes wide and lips parted ready to argue. But you don't even get the chance because Neytiri coos softly once again, her arms slipping around your waist so her hand can rest on the faint swell of your belly that only seems to show when you sit with a slouch. It's adorable to them both.

“No. Of course not..” You mutter, cheeks and ears a deep purple as you try to deny the obvious. You are jealous and you know it. They know it too. “Maybe..”

“You are too cute when you are mad, ma yawne (beloved),” Neytiri murmurs against your warm cheek, her hand cradling the other one in order to bring you closer to her kisses. Jake chuckles softly, moving to grab something from behind him.

“You are adorable, baby. We're sorry for making you feel like that though. That wasn't the intention at all,” he says softly, leaning in to kiss your forehead, and then your nose and lastly, a little peck to your lips that leaves you wanting a little more. Greedy as always.

“We were speaking to Tsanì because we asked her to make these.” He holds out a little parcel, gently setting it in your lap before he shuffles in to your other side so you're now sandwiched between your two lovers, their legs trapping you in the middle of them. But you are right where you want to be, and happy purrs erupt from your chest whether you like it or not as your tail swishes side to side behind you, making your mates laugh fondly.

“What is this?” You look between them with wide eyes full of intrigue, and a hint of sheepishness for how you jumped to conclusions, but no matter. They both simply smile at you, and Neytiri nods towards the bundle in your hands, silently encouraging you to open it. Excitement begins fluttering in your chest, and you carefully unwrap the thin hide from around the object. Or objects, as when you unwrap it you find a trio of little wooden toys. One is a Pa'li, one an Ikran and the other is of the great Toruk.

“They're for the baby. Tsanì promised not to say anything until we were ready to announce it but we just couldn't help ourselves,” Jake explains. Though you can barely hear him over the rapid pounding of your heart and seeing the toys is impossible with the misty tears in your eyes. A stifled sob escapes you, and you raise a hand to swipe away the tears so you can see properly.

“Our little ones first toys.. Oh, you two.” You swat them both with your tail for making you cry, hands shaking slightly as you pick up the little ikran toy. Your fingers smooth over the surface of its wings, appreciating the detail and care of Tsanì's work. You can tell just from looking that it's modelled after your own ikran, she has a little nick in her tail that sets her apart from others. The realisation just makes you sob harder. “Oh, they are so sweet.”

Neytiri and Jake watch you closely, love and adoration in their eyes as you sniffle and sob over the little toys. Neytiri leans her head against your shoulder, pressing as close as she can to you so she can press her nose to your skin, taking in the subtle change in your scent. She simply loves it. And Jake is just quietly watching both of his girls, smiling in the quiet disbelief that this is his life now. He leans in a little closer as well, reaching up to push your hair behind your ear.

“Do you forgive us, baby?” He asks softly, his hand settling on your back and tracing little circles into your skin. Neytiri lifts her head, her attention drawn to you once again.

“Of course I forgive you both. You did nothing wrong. Can you forgive me? For being so..” You look down at the baby's toys that sit in your hands and lap, ears pressing close to your head because of your behaviour.

“Nothing to forgive, ma tìyawn (love),” Neytiri interrupts you promptly with a little shake of her head, beaded braids tinkling with the gesture. You turn your head to face her, disbelief written on your features, but she doesn't give you the chance to argue, pressing her soft lips to yours to make you melt into her embrace.

“Like ‘Tiri said, nothin’ to forgive.” Jake leans in to kiss your shoulder, chuckling briefly against your skin. “It was kinda cute though. Seein’ you all pouty and grumpy.”

You gasp softly and turn to Jake, ready to level him with another little swat but he beats you to it by kissing you as well, effectively silencing and flustering you all at once just like Neytiri did. Ironic considering the state you're in because of him. Your face burns with heat, turning your cheeks the prettiest shade of purple your lovers ever did see.

“Never forget, you’re our girl.” Jake’s voice rumbles warm and husky through his chest, and you can feel it on your arm with how closely pressed together the three of you are. All your limbs are tangled together in the best way. You can barely tell where one of you begins and another ends. Neytiri hums on the other side of you, her arms firm but comfortable around your body as she entwines all your tails together.