Sweet Honey

Sugar daddy part 4 

Previously on… Sugar Daddy

“Y/n… you're pregnant” 

You stare at her wide eyed, unable to process what she just said. 

“What?!” you shout. And after that you remember nothing as the room around you goes black. 

—

You wake up with a searing pain in your skull, unbearable as the pain radiated through your temple, down your neck and into your spine. It felt as if someone, or something hit you in the back of your head. Your eyes flutter open and closed as you come to, the light inside the room you're in is bright and causing even more pain. Quickly closing your eyes you cover your face with your forearm, groaning, using your arms to sit up on your bed. Blinking a few times you look around. You were alone, in your hut. At this moment you couldn't be more confused. You didn't know what day it was, or even begin to remember the events that took place before you woke up alone. 

Throwing your legs over the edge of your bed you slump forward, placing your elbows on your knees as you rub the dull pain from your temples. The last thing you remember was someone placing a cold rag on top of your head but you soon passed out again - and it must have been recent considering the bowl used to hold the water still had steam coming from it. Either way your head was pounding and you would do anything in the moment to alleviate it. Standing on feeble legs with little to no strength in your extremities, a strong sense of nausea comes over you. Quickly covering your mouth with your hand, you skip to the water dish in the sink, grabbing a mug you left out to dry and filling it with the water that you collected just a few days prior. By taking two massive gulps you were able to wash down what was coming up, filling your lungs with air after you swallow the last drop. As you're collecting your breath, the beaded curtain to your hut slides open. You turn, eyes bulging out of your head, fearful about who it could be. But you sigh in relief when you see that same short haired quirky girl who somehow always saved you. 

“Oh, Kiri.” you catch your breath, “it's just you” Her eyes pop out of her head as she drops armfuls of freshly plucked herbs to run to your side. She was just in time as she wraps her arm around your middle and stops you from collapsing to your knees. You clutch onto her as she transfers you back to your bed to sit. 

“Thank you,” you say weakly. Your lips crack when you try to smile. Kiri stands up ticking her tongue at you as she shakes her head. You were ready to hear an earful, but your head was still pounding and you only hoped that she would show you a bit of grace considering you still had no clue why there was a large gap in your memory - and why you were so ill. Kiri turns, fills another glass of water and makes her way back to you on the bed, she hands it to you and you take it with shaking hands. Her heart breaks as she watches you struggle to drink. 

“Y/n girl.. This is no good,” she shakes her head. “No good at all” you look at her with confusion, unable to decipher her words. 

“W-what is going on?” your voice cracks, dry as if you haven't spoken in days. You begin to sob, your lip pouting. Kiri frowns, taking your hands in hers and kneeling in front of you. 

“You mean you don’t remember?” her eyes search yours for an answer, she's met with nothing but silence and that same confused expression. Licking her dry lips she readjusts herself, rubbing her thumb along your clammy skin as you brace for impact. 

“Y/n you're pregnant.” She declares finally. 

Your head spun as your entire life flashes before your eyes and there was nothing beautiful or forgiving about it.  In just a matter of a few words, it was as if the life you always wished for yourself was quickly ripped out of your hands, flying away in the wind and getting further and further from what it should be. The pain you felt in your heart made you clench your chest, doubling over as you begin to dry heave. Kiri rushes to the bowl she left on the floor near your bed and takes the damp cloth to hold to the back of your neck. Your stomach convulses violently but nothing comes up while Kiri does her best to soothe you. And just as quickly as the pain subsided, the tears came right behind it. Warm tears cascaded down your already chapped cheeks, coating them freshly as you found it impossible to stop the sobs. Your shoulders shook as Kiri placed a hand to your skin to calm you. But to no avail. Your life will change and not for the better. 

“D-does anyone know? Neteyam? Jake?!” You sob harder, the image of Kiri on her knees blurry and barely visible. All you could make out was a quick shake of her head. 

“No... eywa no. I’ve been here, taking care of you since last night. I haven’t even had time to get you herbs,” she squeezes your hand. “I’ve been too afraid to leave your side, you’re dehydrated.. malnourished,'' she pauses and leans in further. Her voice is slightly more sharp but still gentle. 

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on? Who’s child is it?” 

And there it is, the burning question. Whose child are you carrying? Who have you decided to go against tradition with and mate to the point of pregnancy, without a proper ceremony? Who did you choose to live a difficult life with? These questions could simply be answered had the person you’ve been with was someone other than Jake. However, the only person you’ve slept with in the last year has been him. It’s always been him. The thought of the betrayal and the deception between you two makes the vomit come back up. But in good faith you swallow it down, looking Kiri in the eye. 

“He’s no one of importance… I will handle it” you say. Attempting to stand to your feet. You’re quickly knocked back down, your legs clearly too weak to hold your weight. Kiri places a firm hand on your shoulder, keeping you seated. 

“You’ll handle it? How so? This isn’t a joke, he’s clearly of importance considering you bear his child. Out of wedlock no less.” You know her words come from a good place. But it doesn’t help you any, the truth isn’t what’s going to solve the problem. It isn’t going to make it all disappear. 

God you just wanted to disappear. 

Closing your eyes a lone tear falls in your lap. You look up with red and swollen eyes. 

“I will handle it.” You say again, less confident this time. “And you must keep this to yourself until I do… please Kiri” you attempt to stand to your feet once more but she forces you down. 

“Do not stand…” she says firmly, looking down at you. “The child's heartbeat is weak.”

Her words shouldn’t bother you but they do. You only just found out that you’re carrying Jake's baby, but the knowledge of their heart being weak settles you and you stay seated. 

“I can handle you not telling me who the child’s father is… trust me.” Wringing the wet cloth out and dabbing the sweat off your forehead. “But I cannot fathom the thought of this baby in any danger… you must rest.” 

There was so much finality in her words as she turned, bending down to collect the herbs she abandoned previously. You had so many questions, they were at the tip of your tongue but you couldn't find the words to speak. Instead you sat and watched as she gathered the last bit of herbs and made her way to the door. She turns to you one final time. 

“Your secret is safe with me, but your belly will swell and there is only so much I can do to protect you. So please,” she gulps. “For the sake of the child's life… for his life. Take care of yourself.” 

He?! She knows it's a boy? Of course she knew. It's Kiri we’re talking about. She has been able to predict every child's gender in the clan before they were born, and everytime everyone is always just as shocked as the last when it turns out she was right all along. There was no doubt that her words were the truth. 

There was no telling when Kiri started taking on the role of being your savior, but as far as you can remember, she's always done it. It was astounding really, to see the love and admiration she held for you in her heart. Her being younger than you never made a single difference, and it only hurt you further to know that you just lied to her. Kiri of all people. And it wouldn't be long until she finds out the truth on her own. 

She leaves without another word and as you watch her disappear around the corner, you finally suck in cold air and exhale every emotion you've ever felt and cry. You wailed clutching your belly, heartbroken and shattered at the choices you've made, the choices you and Jake made together. It was only a matter of time before he came back for you, so there was no way you could hide forever. You could run away, yes. But you would only make it so far with a swollen belly, unable to carry even a month's worth of food. Either way you had to do something and you knew in your mind that it had to be drastic, otherwise you and your baby would be doomed. In the end of it all, you didn't have just yourself to worry about any longer. 

–

10 weeks later…

The days dragged on. The same routine as usual, the only difference was the life growing inside you. Rapidly at that, on top of it getting increasingly more difficult to hide from your family. Everyone except Kiri of course as she's been taking care of you. It was still a bit too early to show fully however, there was a slight noticeable bump in your belly, almost like you swallowed a banana fruit whole without chewing. So today when you went for your rounds around the village, you put on your shawl and head out for the day, in hopes that you don't run into anyone you weren't prepared to have a conversation with. 

Walking out of your hut, basket in hand to collect herbs for the day, you run face first into a solid form. The wind knocked out of you as the basket you were holding tumbles to the ground. 

“I’m sorry!” you shout, without looking up at the stranger. Bending down you reach for your basket, only for your hands to be swallowed with much larger ones gently placed on top of yours. Looking down at those hands, you recognize the bracelet that you yourself made for the person you found dearest to your heart. The one you've been working day in and day out to avoid. Those were the beads and woven tree bark that you spent countless hours on that you would recognize anywhere. “Jake,” you whisper to yourself, jumping back, removing your hands from his. Yourshawl fell to your sides as you stood straight, looking him in his face. At first you didn't know what to expect. You half expected to see an expression of anger, or agony. Maybe even confusion, but when your eyes locked on his face, you found that he wasn't looking at yours in return. His eyes locked solid on the little bump that had begun to form in your lower belly, an expression painted as horror on his face. Your heart drops as you meet his eyes, quickly looking away and covering yourself with your shawl. This should be the moment where you explain, where you begin to sob and clarify your absence for these last several weeks. But as usual he stole your breath with just one look. And before you could react or form a solid thought, Jake places one palm against your belly, the other against your lower back, keeping you steady and pushes you backwards into your hut. The beaded curtain falling loudly into place behind him. 

You both stood silently, the only sound was your heavy breathing as he searched your face for an answer. But he quickly realized that he wasn't going to find one considering you've been avoiding him for weeks. He looks down at his hand placed firmly on your belly, his hips flush with yours. He gulps, looking at you. 

“Baby,” he shakes his head. “What is this?”. His hand on your belly shakes as he feels the tiny bump. You shook your head with shame, putting your head down as the embarrassment settled in the deepest pit of your stomach. Pinching your chin between his fingers, he lifts your face to his. 

“What is this?” he repeats. Removing his hand from your chin and placing it back on your belly. Quickly, without another thought, you slap his hands away, turning your back to him. He was taken aback by the sudden action so he just stood there. Far more confused than he was before. He steps closer, but careful not to get too close out of fear that you'll bolt. 

“Baby, a-are you pregnant?” you don't respond, wrapping your arms around your torso. Jake begins to panic. As a father of three he knew what a healthy growing bump looked like. And he’d bet his hat that what he was seeing is as true as it can get. 

“It's mine isn't it?” He takes another step. “Tell me, please.” 

There was a long pause as you wracked your brain for an explanation. A part of you wanted to blurt the truth, to set yourself free from the restraints of this intricate secret. But to allow Jake to know the truth would be accepting your fate all too easily. It just wasn't that simple. Wiping your tears with the back of your hand you gather enough courage to turn and face him. The once emotional and sorrow filled woman now replaced with the emotions of someone who has already lost everything. Swallowing thickly you look at him, your feelings never wavering. 

“It's not yours,”

The air ran still, the sounds of nature drowning out your thoughts of self sabotage. You didn't know where you were taking this situation but you didn't care, either. You thought anything could be better than him knowing the truth of your conception but the look on his face when you dropped those words on him said something else. Maybe he does care enough to raise a child with you and you weren't just a hot piece of flesh for him when he craved it most. You knew well enough that it will never be the way you envisioned but it wouldn't hurt to daydream, especially in a time like this. And for that reason alone it gave you enough strength to stand tall and end everything, if it meant it was protecting your child. The life growing inside you was all you had left now. 

Standing tall, refusing to hide your small bump any longer, you square your shoulders and tip your chin up. 

“My baby is not yours,” you say confidently. “I'm sorry”. In your mind that was the tell all be all and his lack of response almost solidified it. That is until you're pinned to the wall behind you. Your arms trapped above your head, an angry and bewildered Jake practically snarling in front of you. You wince at the slight pain in your wrists and try to ignore the obnoxious thumping sensation between your legs. It took a lot sometimes to admit that you possibly had a problem, considering this shouldn't turn you on. But seeing this side of Jake, it was almost impossible to ignore it. Despite all that you attempt to shove him off but he doesn't move a muscle. 

“Jake the baby,” you breathe. He lets up slightly, his eyes trailing down to your small belly, bulging to meet his firm torso. He growls in response leaning into your neck and taking a deep whiff of your scent. He groans. 

“Smells like mine,” he takes another deep breath. “I know that's because it is mine.” 

You struggle against him, your breath catching in your throat as your now hard and erect nipples rub against his chest. You could only pray that he doesn't notice the obvious shiver cascading down your legs, your sore, hormone riddled nipples weakening your resolve. You couldn't afford to lose so of course you stick to your story. 

“I told you, it isn't yours.” The words spewed out between your teeth. It came out more aggressive than you intended but you were desperate. Unfortunately this doesn't work in your favor as it just causes him to tighten his grip on your already aching wrists. The pain causes your mouth to fall open and your thighs to squeeze shut, pinching the little bundle of nerves nestled in your folds. 

“I don't like liars, baby girl and this isn't something you can lie to me about,” he lowers his lips to your ear, sucking the flesh lightly.

 “I can smell the seed of my child growing in your belly, my scent is leaking out of your pores. Now tell me, tell me it's mine and we can put this all behind us.” 

“And for what, Jake? You want me to tell you the baby is yours and then what?! Are you going to run away with me with our baby? Ride off into the sunset with your hands on my swollen belly? Announce to the clan that we’re expecting? You?, an already mated man with four children. The Olo’ektan. Huh? Is that what's going to happen Jake?” 

He lets go of your hands and they drop to your sides. He pinches the skin between his eyes and takes a deep breath before placing both hands on his hips. 

“I’m not saying we can have any of those things, I'm not saying I can promise you a life of happiness and I know, I know it's selfish of me. But what do you expect me to do when the love of my life stands in front of me after she's avoided me for weeks now pregnant with my baby and lies to my face about it!” 

Your bottom lip wobbles as you fold it between your teeth knowing his words are true but just not able to accept that reality for yourself. 

“I don’t know how to make this right, I wish I did. Fuck I wish I did, baby,” he surrounds your face with his big hands, gently placing his forehead against yours, breathing in your air. You should have pushed him away, you wanted to but the warmth of him and the sound of his beating heart stops you from running away and shutting him out and to be honest you just didn't have the strength anymore. Your hands come up to cup his wrists, closing your eyes as a stray tear falls down your face - his big thumb wiping it away as he pulls away from you slightly, his lips brushing against yours.

“Just let us have this, please. I'll figure everything else out. I swear to you I will. But do not expect me to walk around here with the knowledge that you carry my child and expect me to do nothing about it. It's already difficult enough to accept that you hid it from me for so long. I’m telling you right now this running away shit isn't going to work. I promise you. If you try to run I’ll find you and I’ll drag your stubborn ass right back here, kicking and screaming as I take you over my knee in front of the whole clan and show you how serious I am.” 

One thing about Jake? His natural dominance always excites you. Even in the most inappropriate times, like now. It wasn't so much as being told what to do, but instead it was the thought that if he really wanted to he could show you your place with him without batting an eye and he just proved that. So you decide, instead of fighting, you were going to let him figure it out. Just like he said he was going to. And it might be the worst decision you make in this whole situation but you didn't care in the moment and you'll deal with the consequences when you were in a better frame of mind and not in front of the feral man who now knows that you're pregnant with his baby. 

You nod your head in response which makes Jake show that godly smile of his as he scoops you into his arms and spins you around. He whispers into your neck. “Fuck, I love you.” which in tune made you giggle and for once you didn't give a shit about what could happen from all this. The least you deserve is a moment of happiness.

–

The days meddled together seamlessly, not without difficulty of course considering you had a rapidly growing belly with no man to claim the child as there's. You tried hard to ignore the snide remarks and whispered snickers of those around you, but you could only continue the tail of putting on a few pounds being village bound for so long. In reality you knew it wasn't going to be feasible for long. Either way there was nothing that could be done considering the circumstances, so you went about your days as would have had you not been in this predicament. 

“Hello? Are you even listening to me?” for a moment you forgot you had company. I mean, it wasn't like Neteyam was a man of many words anyways, he usually let you sit in silence trapped in your own mind most of the time. So there was no telling why he was so talkative today. Snapping out of your daydream you turn to him, “I’m listening Te, I've just been a bit tired lately” a half truth really but he didn't need to know details, everyone else seemed to put their two senses in about your situation but not Neteyam. It's either he really is clueless or he's playing dumb for your sake, regardless of reality he was always a pleasure to be around, with him you were able to feel normal for once, even if it was just for a short while. He was silent for a moment, threading his fingers in your hair as you sat snuggly in between his spread knees. “I know, tired might be an understatement, though. I can barely keep you awake now. What is it that's taking the energy out of you? Hm?” closing your eyes you lean back into his warm chest, this was something that came natural for the two of you, you practically raised each other after your parents died and the Sully’s took you in. Neteyam always opened his arms to you, that's why he was the one you were always closest with. 

Realizing you have yet to answer his question you clear your throat, changing the subject. “Don't you have drills to run as a future clan leader?” sitting up you move from in between his legs. “You should get going, it's late and we have a big day tomorrow.” You're stopped by a firm but gentle hand on your wrist, your eyes landing where he holds you, looking up to then meet his gaze. He wore an expression you couldn't put a name to, but one of concern or curiosity even. You tried to pull away. 

“Why do you avoid my questions?” he asks. Pulling you a little closer, again not being out of the ordinary to be this close to him. But for some reason the heat that you could feel coming of him made you nervous. Almost as if this meant something entirely different to Neteyam. Despite the growing warmth in your cheeks you don't attempt to pull away this time but you refuse to look at him. Tired of having to keep such a big and forbidden secret from the ones you care about most. 

Taking your chin between his thumb and index finger he pulls your gaze up to meet his, quickly dropping his hand to his side. 

“Why won’t you talk to me?” he whispers, dropping his chin to level his eyes with yours. You hesitate for a moment but you hold eye contact, flashing him your gummy smile as you begin to push him toward the door. “Nothing a little rest won’t fix, don't you go worrying your little head brother,” you push him out the door as he turns to you, fixating on your exhausted features, his brows pulling at the center of his forehead.  

“I’m fine Neteyam really, now go.” he reluctantly steps backwards, staring at you. 

“I’m here for you, you know that right?” he pauses, “no matter what.” 

He has no clue what he's saying, if he knew the truth he’d push you away, probably have you shunned from the clan for what you did. For all you know he's trying to make you come clean so he can expose yours and his fathers treacherous behavior to the entire clan.  There isn't a time to be more careful than right at this moment. Flashing him a smile you being to close your door on him, “night Te.” and as he disappears behind the wooden barrier you sink to your knees, new tears now coating your now hot cheeks and all you can think about is how much you don’t deserve such a precious person like Neteyam, or his family. 

–

Today was a big day for your family. Today is the day that Neteyam is officially declared Jake's heir as the clan's next Olo’eyktan. As typical as this event is for your family and the clan, it should be a piece of cake. But the aching pains in your gut tells you nothing about tonight is going to rule in your favor. Besides the fact that you'll be surrounded by watching eyes and several questions, you chose to at least try to see the light in it all. After all this event wasn't about you, which in tune, may make it a little easier to deal with. Considering all eyes will be on Neteyam. Hopefully. 

Grabbing your shawl, the one item of clothing you own that won’t give you away due to the cooler temperatures at night, has become your saving grace trying to hide this pregnancy. 

You step out into the chilly night, taking a deep breath of the crisp air, saying a silent prayer to yourself that you socially survive tonight's endeavors. It may be a bit dramatic and you may just be over-reacting. But the little life inside you says otherwise as his firm foot kicks your bladder. The feeling isn't something you’re used to yet, this was your first child, first pregnancy. This was all new to you. You can't help but wonder to yourself that if you have a hard time forgetting he’s there, then how can you convince others that he isn't. On the bright side, no one knows so keeping the shawl where it's at is your only concern for now.  You decide to ignore the dancing bean inside you and make your way to the village circle, unchaperoned. By choice. 

You’e bewildered at the fact that the walk to the village circle is pleasant. Quite relaxing actually. The sound of the wildlife soothes you, bringing you back to a place where your childhood was peaceful, and quite like it used to be. It's moments like this when you miss your parents. The sully’s stepped in tremendously after the war, and even though you shut Neytiri out as a mother, she still made you feel like a part of her. The thought of her alone steals you from the peace you could only feel for a moment. But the heartache and sorrow doesn't last long when you hear hushed whispers in the distance. 

Following the covert conversations and hash ‘Shh”. you step closer. You can't help the feeling that whoever is it, shouldn't be doing what they're doing. Luckily you've never been the type to eavesdrop but you do have the skill of being undetected which has benefited you thus far. Rounding a large fallen tree you jump into a clear view of the hushed voices. Causing them to jump out of their skin, one of the figures in front of you, shielding the smaller frame hunched behind him. Your smile fading, you almost weren’t surprised by who you found. 

“Lo’ak, what are you doing and who’s…” he cuts you off before you can finish. “S-she's just a friend!. 

By the look on her face, it said more than that. She goes to protest but he silences her, holding his hand up to which she shrinks back into her place. Knowing you won’t get the full truth out of this knucklehead you choose not to pry. 

“Okay, well make it quick, you're supposed to be at the ceremony on time.” The look of relief that covers his face tells you that you'd rather not know what exactly is truly going on. But that doesn't stop you from teasing him. Turning back to him you ask. “Oh! Kiri wanted me to ask, how's that rash down there going?”. You point to his privates. 

“Rash?!” the girl shouts, coming from behind his large frame. He may be large in height but now she's pissed and her expression alone makes Lo’ak look like a child being scolded. He tries to satiate her, pleading with her that it's a joke, defending a rash that you know doesn't even exist. It was a good joke and a good laugh that you needed. He can consider this a debt paid from the last prank he pulled on you. Smiling like a villain, you walk away to take your place in the village circle, leaving Lo’ak to fend for himself. 

You decided to take your time in the forest, following the lit path of bioluminescent flora, running your hands through the dense foliage. You just weren't ready to face your “family”, you willed your feet to pick up the pace or you'd be late for the ceremony and as you did, a faint sound in the distance caught your attention. As you listened closely you realized that they were footsteps. Fast approaching footsteps. You had a burning sensation that someone was on your heels so you bolted, running as fast as you can to the ceremony. But just as quickly as you could see the large fire and your people dancing in the distance, it turned into a heavy body knocking you down into the tall grass, their weight crushing you as you tried to shield your growing belly from the cold, hard ground. You go to scream but it's stopped by a large sweaty hand, it wasn't sweet or gentle, it was hard and aggressive as if this person was actually trying to hurt you. This scared you even more and it willed you to fight against this attacker. Thrashing and kicking you scream as hard as you can through his hand but he doesn't budge, his grip only tightens. 

“Stay still” he growls, placing both of his legs on either side of your waist, pressing his hands into the back of your head, your mouth filling with dirt. “I’ll kill you if you make a sound.” You obey but there is no way you'll falter and let this mystery attacker overpower you. Just as if luck were on your side, his finger slips into your mouth and you bite down on the fragile flesh. Hard. He wails and lets you go. Getting to your feet you make a run for it. Dashing through the trees as fast as your swollen and now cut up legs would allow. 

Your lungs cried and your chest struggled to fill with air as you bumped your body to its full capacity. Before you could register how fast you were actually running, your small frame was grasped into warm strong hands. Looking up you see Neteyam, a worried look in his eyes as he guides your falling body down to the ground. The bright fire around you dims, and the voices become more hushed as your eyes close and the energy quickly leaves your exhausted body. And then there was nothing. 

- 

You wake to your family surrounding you. The room was dim and humming from Mo’at filled your ears, her firm hands placed on your belly. Your vision fogged as if you were drugged, nothing in the room was focusing. Even the faces around you made you wonder if they were truly there. All you could think of is how unlucky you are. Why, you? Why does this keep happening to you? 

Suddenly the realization that you were attacked becomes your soul focus. Sitting up with a wail lodged in your throat, you clutch your womb. Incoherent words coming out of your mouth. Mo’at tried soothing you but to no avail. 

“Leave us!” She orders the others in the room. 

“But” you heard a male voice say in a worried protest. You were so out of it it could have been Jake, or even Neteyam. None of that matters right now. Only the life that grows inside you is the center of all your worry. All the heartache and hiding. The room grows quiet, dry warm hands pulling your face up to hers. 

“Breathe child, breath.” Mo’at takes a deep breath, urging you to mimic her movements. With time your heart begins to slow and the loud pounding in your eyes begins to subside. Your breathing evens out and the sweat dries on your brow. Closing your eyes you take a deep breath, going back once again to clutch your belly. 

“Mo’at I-” she hushes you, holding up her hand. “The child is fine.” Your gaze follows her around the room as she stands, closing the door to the hut. Gulping a large lump down your throat you freeze. Refusing to look in her eyes. She must understand the magnitude of your situation and she crouches in front of you. Silent as she waits for you to calm yourself. 

“How long did you plan on keeping this a secret”. She asks. It's evident in her voice that she knows more than she's letting on. You swallow the lump in your throat, searching her eyes for any semblance of a bluff, but nothing to this magnitude could get past Mo’at. She knew everything after all. You're filled with shame as your world that you so carefully built begins crashing down. A sob is stuck in your lungs screaming to get out. Mo’at places her warm hand against your cheek, your tears coating her wrinkled skin. 

“My child…” she brings your small frame into her hold, cupping the back of your head as you sobbed into her chest. You cried so hard and for so long you didn't realize the crowd that began to form in the room. Everyone started pooling in one by one. Kiri, Lo’ak, Neteyam; but you just didn't care anymore. They all must know at this point as you still have no clue how long you were out for. Mo’at stands, leaving you to cry, but her warmth is soon replaced by another. Looking up your breath catches in your throat, the last person you would have thought to come and see you was kneeling right in front of you. Her expression is unreadable but not as cold as ice like you expected. Jake, her mate standing right behind her. 

“N-neytiri…” you stutter, edging back to create the distance you so desperately needed from her radiating heat. She rolls her eyes, scooting closer, grabbing your hand in hers. 

“Jake,” she pauses for a moment. “Jake has told me… us, about the two of you”. Your eyes widen, the room around you becoming smaller, too many people too close together to properly breathe. You start to hyperventilate again, your lungs constricting by the second. Neytiri snickers, shushing you. “No, do not do that. Remember the baby, you need to think about this baby.” Her words don’t sound forgiving but they also don’t sound forced. Taking a deep breath you close your eyes, willing yourself to gather your composure, “Neytiri I-” you began but she held up her hand stopping you. “Enough, there’s nothing to say,” she scoots closer to you, gabbing your other hand now. “This has happened for a reason, Eywa has made her decision, it is not up to us to question that. You have nothing to explain to me. It is between you, Jake and Eywa”. She looks around the room at her mother, her children and then to her husband. They say nothing but you can see it in their eyes that they are communicating. Something they always did when they were figuring something out. She taps your hands lightly into your lap and stands to her feet, turning to everyone in the room. 

“Understand that I am not happy about this, if I didn't carry the will of Eywa within and if I didn't already consider you family,” she declares looking at you. “I would have had your head a long time ago”. 

Your gaze shoots up to her, locking eyes with her for the first time. 

“A long time ago? You mean you've known about this?”. You look to Jake and back to Neytiri. “About us?”. 

She nods her head once, grabbing Jake's hand. 

“He told me the moment he realized he loved you.” 

You can’t quite understand what was happening, you couldn't wrap your head around the fact that the secret you thought you kept so well has been well known throughout your family since the beginning. You couldn't understand how you were still breathing, how Neytiri hadn't put her arrow through your heart. None of this was making sense. Your thoughts are interrupted once more. 

“I am willing to share him… with you” she declares suddenly. “It is not unheard of, it has happened many times over in the history of the Na’vi. It is possible and it does work. Although I wish it happened under different circumstances, like I said, it has happened for a reason. I have no say in how or why it happens”. She grabs your hand, bringing you to your feet, placing her firm hand on your growing belly. “You carry the child of the man we both love and I will do what I will to make him happy, if that means to allow you in his life, I will do that.” She looks at Jake. “No questions asked”.  You're too stunned to speak, all words you've ever learned in your vocabulary gone straight out the window as if you never spoke at all. You couldn't help but think that for once, everything will be okay. 

-

Your body radiated heat as you awoke from deep slumber, the sun shines through the windows, its rays tanning your blue skin. For a second you forgot where you were, that was until your slow movements began to wake the body next to you. Eyes opening slowly you see her, smiling and holding your bulging belly, your baby boy greeting her with a subtle kick. In return you smile at her, offering a slow blink of gratitude. 

“She's awake.” Neytiri declares, looking over just in time as Jake saunters into the bedroom. His chest is bare, beads of sweat cascading down his chiseled form, his mood from before slightly changed as he sees his women before him, your legs intertwined into each other, wrapped as if you were made as one. You didn't notice at first but Neytiri’s hands began to roam. Searching your body as if there was a discovery to be made. Closing your eyes you relish in the feeling of being wanted, to be touched with no consequences of said actions. It was a feeling that became all too unfamiliar, something you didn't know you needed anymore; something you craved. All you knew in this moment was you didn't want it to stop. God, please don't stop.  

“She’s ready too.” Jake coo’s. He walks over to the both of you, placing one knee on the bed as his palms fall to the slides of your waist. Neytiri continues to stroke you, placing slow kisses upon your neck and cheek. She only breaks free from pampering you to meet Jake half way and give him her mouth too. They share a slow and passionate kiss, a moment much too long as there wasn't enough attention on you anymore. They stop, looking down at you. You didn't notice you were writhing, craving their touch as well. Small whimpers escaped you, your back arching in search of their touch, your hooded eyes locked on the both of them. This was a trio you never expected. You expected your rotting body to be swallowed by the nature of the planet after Netiri murdered you but that day never came. Not to watch her as she moves your loin cloth to the side, sending a small nod to Jake and guiding him between your legs by his shoulder. 

You watch intently, awaiting for the first lick. The anticipation is killing you. Neytiri could see in your eyes that you need a release, to which she moves her delicate hands up your middle and between your breasts as she sets them free in one swift motion. She leans forward, careful of the big belly in between you and places a small kiss at the top of your breast. Small whimpers accompany the buckling of your hips, wondering what was taking Jake so long to soothe your arousal. Neytiri snickers. “Patience, my love. We can see what you need,” she whispers only for you. “Your body speaks more words than your pretty mouth ever could.” 

Her head drops and her warm mouth closes around your erect nipple. The electric sensation that runs through you sends a shiver down your spine and forces your toes to curl. Just when you thought the over stimulation couldn't get anymore unbearable, Jake decides is the right time to lap up your heat in one fell swoop, coming off the top with a “flick” just like you like it. He always does it just how you need it. Your breath catches in your throat. “Oh!” you moan, your dainty fingers grabbing fistfuls of the sheets. Neytiri continues her gentle but firm assault to your swollen buds as Jake moans into your soft wet flesh. He is trying with every fiber of his being to be gentle with your condition, he knows just how precious the life you carry inside you is. 

The speed of which your hips move only increases as Jake works your folds, sucking and spitting; licking in every which way. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, incoherent nothings falling from your lips; that Neytiri chooses to swallow when she closes her mouth around yours, her tongue fighting for dominance against your desperate cries of pleasure. Before you know it that coil snaps, Jake swallows your release with enthusiasm. He places a kiss to your inner thigh before coming up from between your legs, his chin and chest glistening with your cream. 

“Do you want to taste how sweet she is, my love?” he asks Neytiri. Cupping the back of her neck and pulling her in for a hot, more aggressive kiss. His eyes don't leave yours as his tongue dances with Neytiri’s, he makes sure to watch every second of the way you respond to your lovers. Neytiri returned the kiss with just as much energy and devotion as he did, moaning into Jake's mouth at the taste of you. Pulling yourself up to your elbows with what your belly would allow. You watch with interest how their bodies move with one another. Neytiri’s hand has made its way into Jake's loincloth, slowly stroking him. But he's watching you, his eyes never left you for one second. He breaks the kiss, firmly grabs Neytiri by the throat and forces her down next to you. You go to get up, in hopes to return the favor to her as she did to you, but you're stopped by a strong demanding voice. 

“Stay.” Jake orders, his fingering pointing down for you to take your place again. Final and firm with no hesitation. You do as you're told, as daddy’s orders get obeyed. Gently he lifts your hips and adjusts them just right between his legs, your thighs resting just atop of his. His eyes lock on your swollen and already pleasures flesh, biting his lips as he collects just enough of your release to coat and stroke his hard cock with. He readies himself but he makes you wait, doing the same to Neytiri as he guides her hips right next to yours. Perfectly aligning them together. Taking her leg he places it on his shoulder, stroking her inner thigh until he makes his way down to her heat. His thick fingers slip in, first two, then three and then his infamous fourth finger, assaulting her wanting walls but gently as she coo’s into the air from the pleasure. Once satisfied by the way she sounds, Jake turns his attention to you. You were so lost in what that looked like, you forgot that his big throbbing cock was just inches from your opening. 

“Daddy’s up here baby.” he said, taking your attention from watching how he pleases Neytiri. You were so close to feeling like that… So close. From the time it took for you to pay attention, Jake took his cock in his hand, his eyes heavy with arousal as he swiped it up your folds, coating himself just enough to slide in, you didn't realize just how close you actually were. You began to squirm, you may be wet but Jake was big and it's been so long since he's been inside you, you weren't sure if it was even safe anymore. Jake could sense the hesitation but he didn't have to utter a word. Neytiri places her palm to your cheek, turning your face to hers; her mouth parted and hardly able to utter a word. She was right there. “Let him,” she says. “Let him make you feel good too.” You forgot his movements on her an quickly realize how fast he was fucking her pussy, in and out with his thick fingers. Her breasts bounced with the velocity. She distracts you once more by kissing your lips gently, forcing a growl from Jake’s throat. His cock slightly pushed its way there. Locking eyes with Neytiri, you nod your head at her but the response was for Jake. He took no time to listen as he pushed his wet, thick cock into your waiting pussy. The sound of your sex filling the room, joining Neytiri in ultimate pleasure. Your lips fall apart with her as you both moan into each other's mouths. Your hand is now gripping her thin wrist, your tight lips sucking Jake all the way in. His head falls back as his brows pinch together and just for a moment, his hips stutter. It's been a long time for him too. He’s missed you, Missed the way you fit perfectly around him as if you were made just for him. He missed the way you screamed his name when he made you come. He needed it, like a carnivore in heat. He needed to swallow you whole and this just isn't close enough for him. 

His thrusts pick up quicker than you expected. Your belly surprisingly not becoming an issue with how well and deep he can fuck you. He continues to get Neytiri there, her moans drowning out the sounds around you as she comes hard on his hand. Her release pooling in the palm of his hand. She never lets you go, she holds you closer, taking you through it. 

“Such a good girl,” he whimpers breathlessly. Stroking the damp skin on your cheeks. “Does that feel good? Hm”. You nod your head in response. “Say it, tell him how good that beautiful cock feels, go ahead.” 

You moan louder as he shifts his hips just slightly, fucking you deeper and harder than he ever has before. Breaking your eye contact with Neytiri, you lock eyes with him, really looking at him this time after all that's happened. He's desperate, he's holding back and you know it. Reaching up with all the strength you have, you cup the back of his neck and pull him down to your level. His hot body pressed against yours as much as it can be. 

“Daddy,” you moan, kisses him once for good measure. He moans into your mouth, that familiar stutter of his hips becoming more noticeable. “You make me feel so good daddy,” he bites his lips, his moans becoming uncontrollable, causing the heat inside you to flood to the surface. You were both close. “Can I come for you daddy?” 

His pupils explode and his nostrils flare, the beast comes out full force as his strokes knock the wind out of you. He made sounds you've never heard before accompanied by the sound of your flesh meeting. Gripping your throat with his strong hands he turns your head to the side to say one thing. 

“Yes.” he growls, his balls ready to explode inside you. “Come for daddy,” he demands. 

With his permission alone and the subtle licks and kisses placed on your neck from Neytiri, you come hard. No sound could compare to the animalistic wail that escaped from your chest. It sucks the soul right out of Jake as he releases inside you, coming with a grunt and growl as yout pussy sucks him dry. Clenching around every inch of him. 

“So good,” Neytiri coo’s. “The both of you.” 

You never knew you needed that kind of praise from her until now. She was now your lover too and you were in it for the long haul. 

Jakes moves slow and his heavy breathing subsides. He slides out and off of you and lays his heavy body next to you, his skin slick with sweat and your arousal. You all lay there, pleased and exhausted, no words spoken. It was the most beautiful feeling. Peace. So peaceful you didn't realize you all fell asleep, naked and warm. 

-

The next morning…

You were woken up by pain radiating down your back and to your legs. At first it was bearable but as time went on it continued to progress. Slowly getting up you maneuver your way from in between Jake and Neytiri, standing to walk over to the water dish in the middle of the room. Before you could reach it, that pain has now turned into agonizing pain, so bad that it knocks the wind out of you and pulls an unflattering sound from your throat. 

“Mm, ow…” attempting to stand straight, you waddle to the closet and grab your shawl, throwing it over your shoulders. The room around you began to heat and your vision began to blur. That's when it hits you. Placing your hand on your belly you can feel how tight it is. 

“The baby.” you whisper to yourself. You try to call out to Jake but a contraction takes your efforts and you double over clutching your hard belly. “Ow ow!” … “J-jake!” you somehow get out, trying to get back to the bed before you fall. 

He’s up before you finish calling for him, neytiri right behind him. You can’t speak as the pain doesn't stop. 

“The baby?!” He says. “The baby’s coming?!”

You nod your head as you place your palm in both of their hands. Jake and Neytiri share a look and smile at one another as they walk you to the door to get to Mo’at. Your head falls back as another contraction hits, snapping them out of their own silent celebration. Jake wraps his arm around your waste and says, 

“Let's have a baby.” 

The lab was quiet, cold and too sterile. It should have been something you were used to but it just never sufficed. You were surrounded by harsh chemicals and beaming metal, slowly losing awareness as the days melted together.

Lost in your own thoughts as you study a sample, you would have been stuck for hours had a tap on the glass window not broken you out of your trance. You look up to see that same bright and gleaming smile, one that you could never get over.

Neteyam.

You return the smile, standing to your feet to slide the glass window open, ensuring to tighten your mask.

“What are you doing here?” You ask enthusiastically. Neteyam steps through, crouching over the threshold before standing to his full height. You couldn’t help but notice the sweat on his brow and his clothes a bit disheveled. You cock your head to the side, studying him closely.

“Are you okay? What happened?” He flashes that same unique smile and plops down on the lab floor, his strong legs separating as he gets comfortable.

“Viperwolves.” He says. Leaning his head back, that gummy smile only grew bigger. You roll your eyes.

“One of these days, those things are gonna take a limb off,” you step in between his legs, searching for any fresh wounds, something you always did because when he came to the lab that’s what he was seeking, medical attention.

“Na, I’m too fast, girl. you know that.”

He leans his head back allowing your hands to take its course. You did the routine skin check for any bumps or bruises, it was no surprise that he was flawless as usual. It was almost annoying. He giggles as he notices your slight frustration.

“Seriously, it’s not funny, one of these days I won’t be able to help you.” You step from in between his legs and sit back at your desk, annoyed with his carelessness. He knows how you feel about it.

“You know we’re lacking in medical supplies, your skin is like leather, no human needle or thread will be useful to me had you actually gotten hurt.” Shaking your head you turn to him. Only this time his expression is changed, he’s no longer laid back and relaxed. His hands hang freely in between his knees as he studies you closely, as if you were a prey that he’s been hunting. Gulping nervously you avert your gaze turning back to your work.

“You know, your little visits are starting to stress me out. I never know if you're here to see me, need medical attention or have girl troubles.”

His back straightened, a rumble in his throat forming.

“Girl troubles? That was one time. I got what I needed and threw her to the side, nothing more nothing less.”

His words are as thoughtless as they sound. Neteyam was a hopeless romantic, you knew once his heart was set on a girl, he sunk his fangs in her and didn’t let go, even after she bled. Some might think that’s sweet, but no one really knows Neteyam like you do. He was sweet looking on the outside but there was something feral within him. Something that he hasn’t even shown you, his best friend. Sinister.

You ignore him, hearing the story one too many times to care. But the silence wasn’t silent. His presence couldn’t go ignored. You always wondered if he knew how you felt about him. Wondered if it was like a scent that he could smell, after all - he could smell fear from a mile away. What made this any different? Regardless of the fact, you kept your composure. He was your friend and that was it. Nothing more than a medical kit and a personal diary.

You realize you’re thinking too far into it and change the subject.

“Did you get to use your new bow yet? I’m sure Kiri’s been waiting on your critique of her work.”

Neteyam notices the change in your voice, in your smell. He gets closer, moving in silence in hopes you don’t notice.

“Yeah…” he pauses. “I broke it.”

“Neteyam,” you say frustrated, turning to him. Only to be met with him just inches from your face. You lean back, your hands falling on the edge of the desk. Cupping the edge you watch as his hand comes up, his fingers brushing a hair behind your ear just slightly. His touch sends a shiver down your spine, a noticeable one.

His smile fades at your body’s obvious desires and he scoots closer, his nose finding its way to your throat. You extended your neck to get away, not understanding how this even makes sense that this escalated so quickly.

His eyes are focused on anything but your face, they roam over your lips, your nose, the slight rise and fall of your chest.

“I can smell that, you know.” He finally says. Your eyes dart to his and you gulp.

“S-smell what?” You ask, watching as his hand glides down the side of your throat to the middle of your chest and down in between your breasts. He taps his finger in the middle of your sternum, his eyes meeting yours in a drunken gaze.

“Your arousal.”

Almost animal-like, he wiggles his way closer, placing his hands on either side of your waist, eliminating any chance of you escaping had you wanted to.

“Do I do that to you?” He asks smoothly. A hint of impatience on his breath.

His head dips as he takes a long whiff of your scent, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. You’re too shocked to move. You’ve heard stories from the other girls in the village that Neteyam is a beast, a monster when he takes someone to bed. And the lack of humanity in his gaze is proving all those rumors now, right here before you.

When you don’t answer, he grabs your chin. Pulling your face up to his.

“I asked you a question.” He says. “And I’m gonna get that answer.”

Scooting back as far as the desk behind you will allow, you manage to turn your gaze from his. Only showing your delicate throat more. He moans, cupping the back of your neck and pulling you flush to his chest.

“Please, don’t make me repeat myself, you know I don’t like that.”

“Yes.” You declare suddenly, your eyes squeezing shut as his hand finds your knee, spreading your leg open as if your body was his to manipulate in such a way.

“Then let me see.”

His hand begins to slide up in between the sensitive part of your thighs. Right now, you’re not even there. You're his toy, his play thing. And it didn’t make any sense why now all of a sudden he decides to do this to you. You were drawing blanks, your thoughts too foggy from his exploring fingers. He finds the hem of your pants and tugs, hard enough to slide you under his hips. You gasp, catching yourself with your hands on the cold hard floor.

“Neteyam!”

But he wasn’t there, but replaced with a lust hungry animal that only sees what he wants right in front of him for the taking. And lord knows Neteyam took what he wanted.

“Off, I want these off.” He says. Giving you no time to protest, no time to react to his wanting touch. You didn’t recognize the man before you. Something was off, he’s usually gentle with his words, with his hands. But this was different, it was as if he was being controlled by some sort of parasite. Like he was in an empty shell and behaving souly out of instinct.

You don’t have it in you to stop him. It was evident that you wanted this just as much as he did. You just didn’t understand the slight change in being his best friend one minute, to being under him, his dick inches from your face.

Instead you accepted your fate and you allowed him to pull you free from the restraints of your pants. Exposing your very delicate and private parts to his wanting eyes. He leans back a moment lazily pumping his shaft with his hand, almost coming back to his senses, but the second he notices your slit, and your arousal dripping on the floor beneath you - he comes from you. All morals that he may have had regarding your friendship are out the window.

Swiftly, and before you could even register. His cock is in his hands throbbing and red, and getting closer and closer to your open mouth.

“I’m gonna fuck that pretty face, and make you swallow every last ounce of me.”

You begin to protest but he cups your cheeks.

“No, no. Tell me you want it.” He says, leaning down, licking your parted lips.

You gasp, only able to look up at him.

“Tell me you want this big dick to bruise these pretty lips baby.”

The protest is right there in your chest, but you wanted it, you wanted it so bad. You wanted him to use you like a little toy. You wanted him to keep talking to you like this, like he never respected you before. Even though you know it’s the arousal talking. You couldn’t help but want more of that. You wanted it all.

“Yes…” you whisper, his thumb clearing a drop of drool that you didn’t know fell on your lips.

He nods his head in encouragement.

“Say it baby.” He demands.

The words are caught in your throat as he strokes himself before you. Licking your lips unintentionally. Swallowing the dry lump in your throat, you finally find your words.

“I want you to fuck my pretty face.”

Surely you didn’t go insane? Surely this is normal right? To want this? To want this happening to you.

He was so pretty, the veins in his cock jumped at your words. His slit wet with arousal, getting closer to your face. He straddles your chest, cupping the back of your head as he runs his precum on your lips, moisturizing his most prized entrance point. On instinct, your lips part and without hesitation he slides in. Just the tip at first.

He lets out a sharp hiss, his other hand coming up to join the other in holding your head in place. You’ve never done this before but as he goes deep, your throat begins to relax. Squeezing your legs together you grind your hips, pinching that little bundle of nerves in between your thighs. He’s lost on top of you, his eyes heavily lidded as he fucks your face like he said he was going to.

You look at him, your jaw going lax as he guides the speed of your head to how he needs it. His mouth falls open as you lock eyes with him, the sight of those plump round lips taking the breath from his lungs.

“Yes baby, look at me while I fuck this mouth. Watch me take it.”

You hollow your cheeks creating a stronger suction and he moans, his head falling back as he picks up the pace. You hold back a gag in your throat and breath out your nose to humble your stomach. You wanted more than anything to watch him lose control of the warmth of your mouth.

“Ohh fuck.”

His hips pick up the pace, his braids falling down the sides of his face as he uses you the way he wants. You moan against his length, tears forming in your eyes as he takes your throat. Getting closer and closer to that breaking point.

“You want my cum don’t you? Huh? Want me to fill your throat with my babies?”

Because of the mouthful, you only had one option. To nod your head. But he wants to hear you say it. Pulling out with a pop he gives you air. Enough time for you to respond.

“Please,” you gasp. “Cum down my throat, please.”

He growled and quickly replaced his cock, shoving it back down your throat.

“Fuck that’s gonna make me cum… fuck.”

You decide to take control. Sucking in your cheeks more, determined to get every last drop. His hips begin to stutter and his breaths become ragged, his moans fill the air as if he had no shame in how he sounded. He needed you to know how good you made him feel. You moan around him, creating vibration. And as if that’s all he needed to bust. His head falls back as he moans loudly into the air. Holding your head in place as long as ropes of this cum glide down your wanting throat.

“Ohhhhhh fuck, baby! Fuck.”

You suck every last drop down like he demanded, making sure not to leave a single dribble. He looks down at you, his body slowly coming to, his hits still pumping slightly as he comes down from his orgasm. He pulls out, watching as the drool falls from your red and down swollen lips. Suddenly, something you didn’t expect, he leans down, taking your mouth and swiping his fat tongue all over the inside of your mouth. Tasting your sweet scents together. Grabbing your chin he pinched your cheeks before licking your lips clean with his tongue.

“More.” He demands, before flipping your over into your belly.

Again, showing you exactly what is unexpected…