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“Strawberry milkshakes,” You say with a wistful little sigh, lounging by one of the fires.

Jake thinks for a moment, his big blue alien face all scrunched up. It had taken a long while to get used to seeing him like this, but you can still see his human features if you look closely. 

“Gatorade.” He decides at last. “The grape flavoured one.”

It’s a stupid game, listing out the things you miss most from Earth, and you know he’s mostly just humouring you. Jake is more at home here amongst the Na’vi in his Avatar body than he ever was back amongst humans – while you grow nostalgic and wistful, Jake seems as unaffected as if he were recalling a poorly remembered dream.

“Chocolate.” You say, tilting your head back to stare up at the darkening sky. Though it’s past eclipse, the forest is still alive with life – the trees overhead and the moss all around you glows, so beautiful that you wonder, once again, how any of this is real.

“You’ve said chocolate like, three times.” Jake points out, grinning. 

“Yeah, well, I really mean that one.” You sigh.

That makes him laugh, and he reaches out to shove hard at your shoulder. It’s something he used to do a lot when he was human and you had gotten too absorbed in your work at the lab, but now he’s twice your size and strong – you go flying straight off the log you’ve been sitting on and sprawl into the dirt.

“Oh, shit.” As always, he sounds surprised, as though his strength is still catching him unawares. “Sorry.”

You grumble a little as you push yourself up out of the dirt, but you’re not really annoyed. It’s good to see Jake in such good form – being blue and nine feet tall suits him more than his human body ever did, and you can’t drum up any irritation when he’s so visibly happy. 

“Ma’Jake.” A call comes from the forest behind you, and you turn your head.

The sound of Neytiri’s voice and soft footsteps has you trying to push yourself up and look unaffected; she’s always so elegant and composed, and it’s embarrassing to be caught sprawled on the forest floor like an idiot.

But then you catch sight of another figure following behind Neytiri, and you scramble up to your feet so quickly that you nearly overbalance entirely.

Tsu’tey is probably one of the most terrifying people you’ve ever met in your whole life. The Na’vi are all intimidating, courtesy of their enormous size and general dislike of humans, but Tsu’tey seriously takes the cake for being the scariest of all of them. He’s so rarely seen without a scowl on his face, and he tends to radiate an aura of authority and power that’s scary enough to have your knees weakening. And yet, after a period of outright hostility towards you and your kind, he’s finally started to soften just a little. You think your constant presence around the place has finally started to wear him down.

You fancy the hell out of him.

As Neytiri joins Jake and murmurs a soft greeting in his ear, you’re left staring stupidly at Tsu’tey. Damn, he’s so pretty. His proportions are exotically attractive, all broad shoulders and sculpted abdominals and an insanely narrow waist. You hope that it’s not obvious that you’re gaping at him like a fool, but since he’s not blind, you’re sure he notices.

“Hi.” You manage to say, though it comes out a little strangled.

Tsu’tey just looks at you with that same odd expression he always wears around you, as though he doesn’t quite know what to make of you. He's always been a little hostile towards humans, though he's never been anything but polite around you (and maybe a little awkward). You try not to delude yourself into thinking it means anything; most likely, he's trying to be cordial for Jake's sake.

“Demon,” He greets, frowning. “You have a stick in your hair.” 

“Oh,” You breathe, reaching up to bat at it. “Shit.”

That seems to mark the end of his attention towards you, because he turns back towards Jake and Neytiri before sitting opposite them on the log that Jake had accidentally shoved you off. Neytiri had already settled in beside Jake and handed him a waterskin filled with something that makes Jake grimace fondly after he takes a deep drink from it.

For a moment, you hover beside the three sitting Na’vi awkwardly. You’re uncomfortably aware that you’re just a human among them, an interloper on this planet and in this village. You’ve been friends with Jake for a long time now, ever since you both arrived on Pandora, but sometimes moments like this remind you just how much things have changed. Your friend isn’t human anymore, and you feel the familiar pang of loneliness settle deep in your chest.

“Hey, kid, you ever had unilpay?” Jake says suddenly, turning back to you and holding out the waterskin. “Try it.”

You’re startled out of the melancholy sort of air that had settled over you. You had been lost in self-pity, assuming that your presence had been forgotten – it’s a pleasant surprise to find Jake grinning at you as he holds out what you know is the Na’vi version of alcohol made from some sort of fermented sap.

His stupid grin reminds you of old times, and you grab at the waterskin eagerly. It’s probably a terrible idea to try alien alcohol, but you’re seized with the desire to fit in amongst this little group. Besides, you and Jake have never been known for thinking things through – Norm was usually the one to pull the two of you back, and he’s not around right now.

As you take a deep breath before carefully lifting your breathing mask up so you can sip at the unilpay, Tsu’tey continues scowling at you. He’s always so stern, so carefully guarded – you imagine he probably disapproves of you being allowed to join in on Omaticaya customs.

“Is that wise?” Tsu’tey asks, looking to Jake with a frown. 

Jake just snorts. “She’s had worse than this.”

That makes you snort too, and you don’t argue as you sip at the drink that he’s offered you. It’s far sweeter than you had expected, with a thick texture that coats your mouth and throat like syrup. It’s missing the acridity that you associate with human alcohol, but you can feel the familiar burn that you associate with alcohol creeping up your throat and into your nose, making you cough.

You hurry to press your mask back to your face as you cough and reach out to pass the waterskin back to Jake. “Damn, that’s strong.”

Jake takes it back then passes it to Tsu’tey, who drinks from it deeply. It looks as though he’s gotten over his disapproval of you drinking the Na’vi alcohol, at least for now, and you take the opportunity to subtly admire the soft bobbing of his throat as he drinks.

“I thought of something else,” Jake says, drawing your attention away from Tsu’tey. 

You glance at him, surprised yet undeniably delighted that he hasn’t forgotten about you entirely now that Neytiri and Tsu’tey have arrived.

“Oh yeah?”

The grin on Jake’s face is all teeth, and in this moment he looks more like his human-self than he has in a long time. 

“A nice, iced beer.” He drawls, looking immensely satisfied with himself.

Your mouth twitches, delighted that he’s still engaging in your silly little game. “I was always more of a cocktail girl myself.”

Jake laughs and nods in approval. “Oh yeah, good point. How good does a Sex on the Beach sound right now?”

Beside him on the log, Tsu’tey chokes on the unilpay. His expression betrays his shock, and the beads in his hair all clack together as his head whips around to stare at Jake in disbelief. Neytiri looks similarly surprised, but she seems to be familiar enough with Jake’s human idiosyncrasies that she’s willing to wait for an explanation.

You start to giggle, both in response to Jake’s comment and to Tsu’tey’s reaction. “Yeah, that does sound pretty good.”

Tsu’tey looks rather scandalised, and he whips around to watch Neytiri for a reaction. She’s too busy watching Jake with a narrow-eyed expression that’s scary enough that you wonder how Jake doesn’t realise that he’s in danger.

Taking pity on the two of them, you explain. “It’s a type of drink from Earth. Like this.” You gesture at the waterskin. “But sweeter and fruity.”

Neytiri’s face softens in understanding, and her shoulders relax as she leans against Jake once more. Tsu’tey, meanwhile, is still looking a little confused – mercifully, he drops it, and instead begins passing the waterskin around again.

For the next two hours or so, you sit with the trio of Na’vi in the flickering firelight. Your initial anxiety that they didn’t want you around begins to fade slowly but surely. It’s a little awkward at first, but Jake makes an obvious attempt to include you in conversations and soon you’re relaxed and happy in their presence. 

The three of them are so big that they take up most of the space on the log, but Jake manages to squeeze you in to sit in between him and Tsu’tey. You side-eyed him heavily at the time (he knows exactly what he’s doing, you just know it, but Jake pretends that he’s gone temporarily blind to your scowling), but now you’ve relaxed into the warmth radiating from their stupidly big bodies.

You can probably attribute your newfound relaxation to the effects of the unilpay – you feel comfortably loose and calm, your thoughts coming slow and easy as you lean into Jake’s side on the log. It’s not the same kind of tipsiness that you’re used to with Earth alcohol, but rather a softer and more comfortable sort of easy-going tranquility.

 For the most part, the three Na’vi converse among themselves. You’re content just to sit in the light of the crackling fire as you bask in the warmth of the smoky forest air, listening to the conversations going on over your head. They speak almost exclusively in Na’vi, but thankfully your language skills have improved massively since you’ve arrived on Pandora – you’re able to follow along with minimal difficulty.

The unilpay has made you a little sleepy, and your eyelids feel heavy as you relax into your little spot between Jake and Tsu’tey. You’re grateful for how easy the evening feels; sitting in their company feels effortless in a way that you’ve been missing dearly. Since Jake had left to live full-time with the Omaticaya, you’ve found yourself without any close friends among the rest of the humans in the outpost.

You may not be as familiar with Neytiri and Tsu’tey, but you still feel comfortable enough in the cosy light of the fire that there’s no awkwardness between the four of you.

Or at least, almost no awkwardness.

“What about Saeyla?” Jake is asking, his eyebrows wagging cheekily as he speaks to Tsu’tey over the top of your head.

A significant portion of your sleepiness had vanished the second Jake had started teasing Tsu’tey about the women in the clan. It had taken everything in you to keep from visibly perking right up at the topic – it’s a little embarrassing to be so goddamn invested in his answer, and even more embarrassing to feel the little embers of jealousy stirring in your chest, as if you would ever stand a chance with him. God, you’re so stupid. 

Neytiri clicks her tongue, answering in Tsu’tey’s place. “No. She is too arrogant, not suited well to him.”

Tsu’tey rolls his eyes, but looks amused at Neytiri’s insistence on answering for him. “It is as Neytiri says. I have no interest in her, and I have already denied her.”

“Ninat, then.” Neytiri says, raising the waterskin to her mouth and smiling coyly over the top of it. “She would make a fine mate.”

It doesn’t escape your notice that Jake’s eyes keep straying to her as though he can hardly stand to tear his gaze away from her, and you feel something in you ache wistfully at the sight of it. You’ve never looked at Jake in any sort of romantic sense – he’s only ever been your closest friend, but seeing that soft look in his eye has you wishing for a relationship like that for yourself. 

Pandora can be a lonely place for a human so far from home. Your eyes slide back up to Tsu’tey, though he doesn’t seem to notice. If anything, he seems to be avoiding looking at you.

Tsu’tey hums, giving it some thought. You try to keep yourself as unobtrusive as possible, curling into the side of Jake’s big avatar body and trying to hide the little glances you keep shooting up at Tsu’tey’s face as he considers Ninat as a potential mate.

“She would.” He says at last, but he doesn’t sound particularly enthused about it. “But I do not desire her, either.”

You have to try not to let your emotions show on your face. It would be stupid to get your hopes up about anything to do with Tsu’tey. He may not be Olo’eyktan anymore, having handed that mantle over to Jake during his near brush with death, but he’s still a significant figure within the village. 

His reputation is important, and he is so careful with what he says and does and how he interacts with the world around him. Even if he was able to get over his distaste for the entire human race, it’s not likely that he’d deign to lower himself to your level.

Maybe Jake can tell that he’s not going to get any juicy gossip out of Tsu’tey, because then he turns to look down at you. You recognise that glint in his eye, and find yourself tensing where you’re trapped in between the two big Na’vi men.

“What about you?” He asks, a grin beginning to grow across his face. “Max mentioned you went on a little date last week with that guy you were seeing. What was his name again? Toby, or something?”

Your eyes narrow. “There is no way he told you that.”

“He did.” He says smugly. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

You push yourself up with a sigh so that you’re not leaning into his side so much anymore. This means that you’re pressed a little closer to Tsu’tey, but you’re too preoccupied with being the sole focus of Jake’s attention to be self-conscious about it – it always means trouble when he’s focused on you like this.

“Because it was a bust, obviously, and all you’ve ever done is complain about him.” You say, scowling at him.

God, you just know Jake is bringing this up in front of Tsu’tey to try and fluster you. He’s such a dick – you’re gonna kick his ass later.

“You didn’t get lucky?”

Your eyes widen, and you immediately slap at his arm hard. Your smacking at him doesn’t seem to phase him in the slightest; he doesn’t even move away from you, just snickering as you slap at his arms. 

“Asshole!” You hiss at him. “Don’t ask me that in front of other people!”

The blank expressions on Tsu’tey and Neytiri’s faces are proof enough that they have no idea what that particular human phrase means, but that isn’t enough to ease your mortification.

“We’re all friends here.” Jake says, swatting your slapping hands away with ease. “No need to be embarrassed. What, was it not good?”

Oh, he’s doing this on purpose. He knows that you’re embarrassed, and he’s enjoying watching you squirm beside Tsu’tey. You are so going to get him back for this later. 

“We didn’t fuck.” You say bluntly, fighting past the burn in your cheeks so you can glare at him. “It wasn’t worth it.”

You can feel Tsu’tey react from beside you, but you’re not brave enough to turn and look at his face. Oh god, you don’t want to know what he thinks of this conversation. No doubt his face is all scrunched up in his usual expression of disgust, and you don’t think you can handle seeing it right now.

Jake clicks his tongue, though he’s clearly amused. “If he was bad in bed, you should have just told him. I told you that faking orgasms wouldn’t end up well – you’ve given him a big head now-”

“I told you not to tell anyone about that!” You hiss, taking a swipe at his head. Infuriatingly, even though you’re all sitting down he’s still too tall for you to reach him as he just leans back.

Because Jake is an asshole, he just laughs. And to think you had just been feeling so grateful for his friendship. Now you just want to throttle him.

Neytiri leans forward so that she can see you around the bulk of Jake’s body, her brow all furrowed. After a brief hesitation, she hands the waterskin out to you. 

“I do not understand,” She says as you take it. “He does not pleasure you, but you pretend that he does?”

Oh, sweet fucking lord. You push your mask up and chug at the unilpay, relishing the sweet burn in the back of your throat and praying that you somehow blackout in the next couple of seconds. The next time you manage to get Jake alone, you’re going to break his kneecaps. 

Your plan to drink yourself into oblivion is cut short when Tsu’tey’s big hand wraps around the waterskin and tugs it away from your mouth. Disgruntled, you let him take it and press your breathing mask hastily back over your face – you’re still not able to look up at his expression.

“Some guys don’t know how to please women.” Jake answers for you, his arm looping around Neytiri’s shoulders as he leans in to murmur into her ear. “Lucky we don’t have that problem, huh?”

“Ma’Jake.” Neytiri scolds, but she doesn’t really sound angry. If anything, she sounds pleased, as though she’s only chastening him for public appearances. Sickening.

The unilpay is strong, enough so that it mellows out some of the furious embarrassment that had felt as though it were choking you. It’s not quite a feeling of drunkenness, but it relaxes you enough that you feel pleasantly loose and tipsy.

“Is this a problem for Sky People?” Neytiri asks, apparently unwilling to let the subject go. “Not being able to please their women? They are not good lovers?”

You try not to wince. Fuck, this is so humiliating. It’s one thing joking about this with Jake – he’s your best friend, and he’s always poked fun at you for shit like this. You probably could have handled Neytiri’s questions too, though not without a little embarrassment. 

But the real source of your burning mortification is sitting to your immediate left; Tsu’tey’s body dwarfs you where you’re sitting, and his silence during this conversation is worse than anything he could have said.

“No,” Jake hurries to answer his mate, apparently concerned about what she might think about him and his own ability in bed. “No, it’s only a few-”

“I’ve never been with a man who’s a ‘good lover’,” You interrupt. Admittedly, you just say it to get a little vengeance on Jake for bringing up this conversation in the first place, but you’re still being truthful. “They’re always clumsy, rough, and totally fucking unaware of themselves, just hammering away at a vagina. They just turn into a sweaty animal hunched over you and grunting “baby you like that?” directly in your ear as they breathe all over you. It's not pleasant.”

Neytiri wrinkles her nose at the mental image that seems to conjure in her head. “Ah.”

“Damn,” Jake whistles, his eyes darting at something over your head before his grin widens impossibly further. “Someone’s frustrated.”

This time it’s Neytiri that swats at him, to your delight. Jake’s ears actually lower this time as he glances at her, but even the risk of Neytiri’s displeasure isn’t enough to shut him up for long.

“I’m just saying, obviously the guys you’ve been with have got no game.” Jake insists, making you scoff.

“Oh, and you know all about pleasing women?” 

Neytiri hums. “He is quite good at it.”

Your face collapses into a scowl, unable to control your expression, and Tsu’tey grunts in disgust beside you. Well, this is just typical. How did the attention all land so squarely on you, anyway? You had just been trying your best to keep to yourself and enjoy your damn evening.

Jake looks stupidly smug now, his arm slung around Neytiri tugging her closer to him. 

“What makes Sky demons good at mating, then?” Neytiri asks with poorly disguised interest. For all her distrust around the human scientists that have remained on the planet, she’s clearly curious – you can only guess that her interest stems from wanting to understand Jake’s human roots.

You can feel Tsu’tey shift beside you, and shrink down a little in the little crevice that you’re crammed into between him and Jake. Fuck, he must be so uncomfortable right now. You’re surprised that he hasn’t just stormed off yet, considering the topic of conversation.

It’s a small mercy that Jake answers in your stead, because you feel so mortifyingly aware of Tsu’tey’s big, overwhelming presence looming beside you.

“Easy,” Jake says pompously, smiling in self-satisfaction. “Three specific qualities.” He holds up three fingers, counting them out. “Excellent at foreplay, good stroke game, eats pussy.”

“Oh my god,” You groan, but you can’t suppress the laugh that bubbles out of you. “You’re disgusting.”

“I do not know this word.” Tsu’tey says suddenly. “Pussy. What does it mean?”

It’s the first time that he’s spoken in a while, ever since the conversation had turned towards human sex, and you’re mortified that this is the first question he’s asked. You choke, and Tsu’tey’s big honey-coloured eyes slide to you as you splutter, as though he’s curious about your reactions.

When Jake translates the word into Na’vi, Tsu’tey’s expression melts into understanding. “Yes, I see. And the other words? What do they mean?”

Jake’s expression turns sly. “Let me explain-”

That’s just about all you can take, and you struggle to wriggle your way out from between the two of them. “Alright! I think that’s my cue to go to bed!”

Jake is still laughing as you push yourself to your feet, but the majority of your attention is taken up by the way Tsu’tey is staring at you. He clearly can’t understand your reaction, which only humiliates you further. 

The Na’vi are so much more open about sex and relationships than humans are, viewing it as just a fact of life. It’s clear that neither he nor Neytiri can understand why you’re so embarrassed by this conversation, but Jake finds the whole thing absolutely hilarious. 

“You don’t want to help me explain foreplay to Tsu’tey?” He asks faux-innocently, his head tilting to the side as his lips tug in a grin.

“Jake.” You hiss at him, eyes narrowing. “I am going to fuck you up later, I swear to god.”

Jake looks as though he’s winding himself up to make another stupid comment, but a sharp look from Neytiri has him changing his mind. You’re impossibly grateful for her; you always thought she didn’t like you, but her intervention now along with her somewhat sympathetic expression has you wondering if perhaps she likes you more than you had thought. Or maybe she’s showing sympathy towards Tsu’tey; her gaze is darting over your head at his face, after all.

You take your opportunity to flee before anyone can say anything else. You’ve already suffered enough embarrassment tonight, you think as you bid them a hasty goodbye before beating a retreat.

As you disappear into the trees, you hear Tsu’tey’s voice murmuring, “Sky people have much shame when it comes to mating. It is strange.”

The water is warm and earthy-smelling, crystal clear as it laps against your skin like wet silk. The hot springs are like an open secret among the Omaticaya, and it had been with great delight that Jake had shown you how to get to them beneath the shelter of an arched cave weeks ago.

Unilpay may not have been like any human alcohol you had ever experienced, but the hangover you had woken up with the next morning was very familiar. Amidst the dull throbbing of your head and the light nausea, you decide that the only thing that could possibly help was a bath.

Now that you’re submerged in the silky hot water of the natural spring, you think that it just might have been the best idea you’ve ever had. Your face is flushed with a light sheen of sweat from the heat of the water, and you have your head pillowed in your arms where you’re half-hanging over one of the moss-covered rocks that line the pool.

It really is beautiful in here. The entire cavern is dimly illuminated by phosphorescent algae growing in the water and along the dampest patches of the walls, glowing a luminous blue. Along the rocky ceiling, it grows and glows like stars. Even the rocks glow a soft shade of green, padded by a soft, cushy sort of moss.

You’re lucky too that you’ve come to the springs so early in the morning. It’s rare to find them empty, and you delight in the fact that you’re able to enjoy the blissful solitude. The only problem is now that you’re alone, there’s no way to escape your thoughts.

The conversation from the night before keeps repeating inside your head, and every time it replays you find yourself sinking lower and lower into the rock you’re laying on. The unilpay must have been really dampening your reactions, because in the light of day the mortification is positively staggering.

Having a conversation about disappointing sex would be one thing, but to have that same conversation in front of Tsu’tey? The most beautiful creature you’ve ever seen in your life? The man already thinks that you’re a demon, and the thought of him sitting there and listening to a conversation about your embarrassingly disappointing sex life makes you want to curl up into a ball and die.

How are you ever going to look him in the eye again? You know that Jake had started that stupid conversation on purpose, just to embarrass you – he knows about your silly little crush, and never fails to poke fun at you when he can.

You’re broken out of your thoughts by the sound of bare feet scuffling against rock, and you blink your bleary eyes open and squint through the curling steam rising from the water.

For a moment, you think that what you’re seeing is a figment of your imagination conjured by the fact that you had just been thinking of him.

But then Tsu’tey keeps stepping forward, approaching the pool of water, and you realise that he is very real and very present.

“Hello, tawtute.” He greets, sounding bizarrely casual. It’s as if he had expected to see you here.

You startle, both at his presence and the fact that he’s actually greeting you. Your brain has stalled a little from his surprise arrival, and so it takes you a long time to comprehend exactly what he could be here for.

It’s only when his long fingers reach for the ties of his tewng that you fully register that you’re both in the hot springs for one reason – a bath.

“Oh!” You blurt stupidly, averting your gaze. Your entire upper body is exposed as you lay across the mossy rock with only your legs submerged in the water, but you’re quick to push yourself off and drop back into the pool in an effort to cover yourself.

Your modesty is wasted on him. The Na’vi are comfortable in their own skin, and nudity isn’t a taboo in their culture in the same way it is for humans. He barely even looks at you as he walks his way into the pool, though you can’t keep your own gaze from trailing back towards him.

The loincloth was the only thing he had removed. The rest of his jewelry remains tied around his neck and forearms, and you glance appreciatively at his narrow waist and the delicate white glowing freckles all over his firm pectoral muscles. He’s not the first Na’vi male you’ve seen nude, but this is the first one you’ve really wanted to see.

His legs are long and lean, and you try not to stare at his thighs as they flex when he wades into the hot water of the pool. Your eyes jump away when they reach the junction of his thighs, but not before catching a glimpse of what he’s packing there.

A little panicked, you duck down into the water until you’re submerged up to your nose, your gaze averted. Nudity may not be taboo to the Na’vi, but it still carries taboo connotations to you, especially considering this is a man that you’re attracted to.

You try to stifle your reaction as best as you can – it would be all too humiliating to have him realise just how you’re looking at him.

“I’m sorry,” You blurt, raising your arms so you can cross them over your chest. “I didn’t know there was anyone else here, but I was just leaving-”

Tsu’tey spares you a glance, though his eyes don’t linger on you. You can’t decide if the lack of attention is reassuring or insulting. 

“Stay.” He grunts, wading further into the centre of the pool, further than you had dared to go. It’s far deeper there, the water lapping steadily at his shoulders. 

He doesn’t say anything further, and so you end up hovering awkwardly in the shallow end of the pool with your back pressed up against the mossy rock you had been laying on. Though Tsu’tey isn’t paying you any attention, you keep your arms pressed tight to your chest in a weak attempt to cover your breasts.

Tsu’tey sighs softly as his shoulders relax in the warm water, one of his hands cupping the back of his neck as he rolls his head on his neck. The cave is quiet, the sounds of the softly bubbling water amplified against the wet rock walls, and you feel terribly self-conscious as you watch him dip himself in the water.

“You left quickly last night.” He says, his quiet voice almost lost amidst the soft sounds of the water.

You blink. It takes a moment for you to understand – he so rarely initiated conversation with you, always preferring to simply watch you in silence as you talked away.

“Oh.” You feel your face grow hot, and attempt to dip even lower in the water. “Right. Sorry about that. Um, Jake loves fucking around like that. He’s not very funny though.”

Tsu’tey hums, though his mouth quirks in amusement. “He is not funny,” He agrees. “But I learned much about human males. I did not realise they were so disappointing.”

“Oh my god.” You mutter faintly, eyes widening. The only thing you can think of that’s more embarrassing than standing in front of Tsu’tey naked is continuing the conversation about your disappointing lovers as you both stand nude in a bath.

Your soft exclamation draws his attention, and this time his eyes linger on your face. 

“Their inability to please you causes you shame?” He wonders.

You almost choke, recoiling a little at that question. Fuck, you always forget how blunt the Na’vi are, and Tsu’tey is even more straight-forward than most. But still, you’ve never spoken to him like this before. Yet here he is, asking you a very personal question indeed.

“I- I guess.” You manage to say, though it comes out a little strained. “I mean- it is a little embarrassing.”

Tsu’tey has hardly blinked as he watches you, and the intensity of his stare makes you unbelievably nervous. It takes everything you have not to fidget as he watches you; it feels as though he’s reading your thoughts right off your face.

Finally, after an impossibly long moment, he grunts dismissively before wading towards the edge of the pool. You watch him go, squinting to see what he’s doing as he reaches for something hidden among the glowing flora growing around the hot springs.

When he pulls back, there’s some sort of glowing flower clasped in his hand. It’s a pretty pink colour, luminous against Tsu’tey’s vibrant blue skin. You watch with interest as he dips it in the water before beginning to rub it along his arms and chest. You can’t see any point to it, and you squint curiously as he massages his skin with the silky petals.

“What is that?” You’re finally brave enough to ask. 

“Yursyulang.” Tsu’tey says, though he doesn’t raise his head to look at you. “The flowers are used to wash.”

You don’t reply, too distracted by the fact that his hands are now dipping lower in the water so he can wash at his thighs. You look away hastily, growing flustered, before turning to take a look at the vegetation growing around the edge of the pool just behind you. 

Sure enough, there are a few of the delicate flowers growing in the crevices between the rocks all around the pool.

You pluck one, peering at it carefully. The petals are a little bit waxy, though when they come into contact with your wet fingers the waxy texture turns oily. The stamen protrudes from between the petals, dropping white pollen all over your fingers.

Experimentally, you swipe the flower over your arm. It leaves an odd trail of oily residue in its wake, and you squint at it in confusion. 

When you look up again, you’re surprised to find that Tsu’tey has stepped much closer to you. You reach up to cover your chest again, startled.

“You are using it wrong.” He says bluntly, reaching for the flower in your hand. “Give it.”

You hand it over without a word, though you can’t figure out what he wants with it. You don’t think you’d be able to argue with him even if you tried.

He steps closer again, and you take a nervous step back. The mossy rock presses against your spine, halting your retreat. Tsu’tey steps forward again, before reaching for your arm.

You let him take it, taking a breath and holding it as his thick four-fingered hand closes around your wrist. Even in the heat of the pool, his touch feels scorching. 

“Like this.” He murmurs, gripping the flower and stroking it softly over the skin of your arm. 

Your mouth goes dry, and you watch with wide and confused eyes as he cups his hand in the water and pours it over the oily residue left by the flower petals. The water causes it to emulsify, turning milky against your skin.

By all rights, that should have been the end of his little demonstration. But to your bewilderment, he just keeps going. He’s more gentle than you would have guessed by his size and scowl, and you feel your already traitorous heart shiver and grow even softer. 

The yursyulang leaves your arm feeling clean but soft, without the usual dried-out feeling you get from soap.

You swallow thickly as his touch glides up your arm and over your shoulder, the silky sensation of the flower on your collarbones making you shiver despite the heat in the pool. 

When Tsu’tey speaks again you jolt, startled as the peaceful quiet of the cave is broken.

“You are too little,” He murmurs, one of his fingers tracing over your collarbone. “It is difficult to reach. Come here.”

He lowers himself down to your level, and your eyes follow him as he sits on a stone ledge built into the side of the pool. He gestures at you to come closer, and you follow his direction mindlessly. You spare a brief moment to wonder if you’re imagining this, but you really don’t care – you’re willing to soak up any little bit of attention he’s willing to give you.

You let out a soft noise of surprise when he grips your arm and pulls you up onto the ledge next to him. You hurry to cover your breasts again, despite the fact that he’s made no move to glance down.

“Why do you do this?” He wonders, reaching forward and tugging at your forearm where it’s held tight to your chest. 

“Um-” Your laugh is high-pitched and nervous, and you wince at the sound of it. “Humans aren’t as confident in their bodies as the Na’vi tend to be, I guess.”

He hums, then reaches out and drags the yursyulang across your chest, just over the swell of your breasts. You take a sharp inhale through your nose at the touch, though there don’t seem to be any ulterior motives behind it.

“Your people are strange.” He murmurs, cupping more water and letting it drip over your chest. “You do not like your own bodies, you do not connect with nature, you do not touch each other. It is no wonder that tawtute males are bad lovers.”

“Oh my god,” You roll your eyes, but you think he just might have a point. “Can we stop talking about this?”

Tsu’tey’s mouth twitches, and he tugs at your arm one more time. Reluctantly, you allow your arms to drop. This time, he does look at your tits, and you feel hyper-aware of the way your nipples have firmed up in the steamy air as he touches you.

“I have been thinking about what Jakesully said last night,” He murmurs, gliding his hand lower over the swell of your breasts. “He explained, after you were gone.”

You stare at him, wondering if you were imagining the tension that’s singing between the two of you. Why is he bringing this up now? He had been so quiet last night that you had just assumed he was as disgusted as he usually was around humans. You can hardly believe he’s touching you right now, and voluntarily too, as he brings up the subject again.

“I’m… not altogether sure I want to know what he said.” You admit a little hesitantly.

He chuckles at that, and startles you by closing his hands around your hips and hoisting you up over his lap. You end up sitting with your legs splayed around one of his thighs, your hands pressed against his chest as you grab at him for balance.

You let out a weird warble of surprise as he settles you firmly on his thigh, but he doesn’t seem to notice your bewilderment at all. He’s still acting as though what he’s doing is perfectly normal, and maybe it is.

Maybe you’re the one being weird. Communal bathing is normal among the Na’vi, and you know that it’s considered a type of bonding for them too. Maybe this act of washing you is supposed to symbolise his acceptance of you among the clan? 

“Tsu’tey,” You whisper, your brow furrowing in confusion as he washes your stomach. “What’s happening right now?”

One of his arms winds around your waist, and you melt against him when he drags the yursyulang over the bare skin of your back. His grip is so strong, his hand so large and warm that it makes your thoughts scatter into nothingness.

“You do not like me touching you?” He asks. His voice is a little huskier than usual, but he still sounds unbelievably casual considering the position the two of you are in. 

"That's- no, I don't mean that-"

It doesn't seem as though Tsu’tey is paying the slightest bit of mind to the way you’re getting flustered, because he just gives you a careless little smirk as his head tilts. He moves like a particularly graceful cat, and you shift a little nervously on his thigh.

"No?" His lips are beginning to curve up into a tiny, amused smile as he watches you scramble. "You seem confused."

You take a little breath in a weak attempt to collect yourself. You feel overheated and shivery, your thoughts slow and soupy. Fuck, you’re aroused. It’s the worst time possible to be sitting naked in Tsu’tey’s lap, and you’re just so grateful that the water your lower half is submerged in is covering how you’ve grown slick and sticky.

His gentle touch all over your body in the name of washing is one thing, but when one of his hands slides up into your hair you freeze. 

You may not have been certain about the connotations of bathing, but you know perfectly well what the connotations of him washing your hair is. This is an intimate touch on a level that you’re not sure a human could ever understand – a Na’vi’s hair is especially revered considering the proximity to their neural queue. This is a touch that is usually reserved for family or for mates.

When you glance up at his face, you find that he’s already watching you with those intense amber eyes of his, as though trying to read you for a reaction.

“Tsu’tey?” You ask, your voice wobbling a little. “Is this- I mean, are you-?”

“I have been thinking,” He interrupts, his blunt fingers massaging at your scalp. “About your unworthy human mate.”

“They’re not-” You begin, your eyes fluttering shut as he scratches softly through the roots of your hair. “He’s not my mate.”

Tsu’tey grunts, though he sounds pleased as one of his hands drifts low over your belly with the yursyulang. 

“Good. It does not sound like there are any tawtute males worthy of mating with.” 

You laugh, breathless and a little awkward as you try to pretend that your stomach hasn’t just clenched up like a fist at the feeling of his hand trailing over your navel.

“Well,” Your murmur, a little wryly. “Maybe if human men had to go through a big rite of passage before choosing a mate, they’d be a little more appreciative.”

Tsu’tey’s brow crinkles slightly. “They do not deserve iknimaya. And they do not deserve a mate.”

You laugh again, but this time it comes out strangled and weak. You’re beginning to get far too flustered sitting in his lap like this, but you can’t work up the willpower to clamber off him. Does he even realise that the way he’s touching you is considered sexually intimate for humans? You’re naked for god’s sake.

But then he must realise, you think. He’s washing your hair, and that’s a huge display of intimacy for Na’vi. Is there something you’re missing here?

Then he speaks again, and your doubts are very firmly shattered.

“I want to give you pleasure.” He says. His voice is low and rumbly and quiet, and yet in the quiet of the cave he may as well have been shouting. “Since you have never experienced it with a lover.”

You goggle at him like an absolute moron. Your thoughts have gone utterly, totally blank. It’s like your brain has been shocked into a hard reboot, and you stare uncomprehendingly as his words sink in. He watches you right back, the picture of patience. The only sign of his impatience is the flick of his ear.

Before you can answer, he buries his face into your neck and lays a hot, biting kiss against the sensitive flesh just beneath your jaw. You jerk in his lap, eyes blowing wide at the feeling of his hot, rough tongue and his sharp teeth. 

Oh god, this is actually happening. He’s actually touching you, kissing you, holding you. 

“What about Ninat?” You ask stupidly, then curse yourself. Why the fuck are you bringing up Ninat? Talk about self-sabotage.

Tsu’tey doesn’t even bother to respond immediately. He just takes a hold of your hips and lifts, gathering you into his strong arms effortlessly as he stands in the water. The movement comes as a surprise, and you clutch at him with wide eyes as he turns and settles you down on the same moss-covered rock you had been lounging on beside the pool when he had first come in.

Now that you’re no longer in the hot water, gooseflesh breaks out all over your skin and your nipples firm up obviously. You shiver a little as you watch his eyes drift down over your breasts and linger, before dropping lower over your belly.

“What about her?” He asks at last, though he seems to get distracted by the way your thighs are rubbing together.

You push yourself up to a sitting position on the mossy rock, your fingers curling into the soft vegetation. “Didn’t you say you were courting her?”

“No.” Tsu’tey says bluntly, crawling up onto the rock beside you and situating himself between your legs as he leans in to kiss your collarbones. “I did not say this. I am not courting anybody yet, despite my efforts.”

When his mouth drifts lower over your breasts, you forget your train of thought entirely. His tongue is big and rough as he licks over your nipple. He’s big enough that when he goes to take your breast into his mouth, he covers almost the entire swell of it. 

You push your chest into the wet heat of his mouth with a soft breath, but then he reaches up and pushes you right back down. His strength takes you by surprise, and all you can do is lay there and gasp as he licks at your tits like a man starving.

“Oh fuck.” You breathe, raising your hand to cup the back of his head. Your fingers wind into his braids, clutching at them as he bites unmistakable hickeys into your tits.

Even through your mask, you can tell he smells like the sweet-scented flower he had been using to bathe. The pleasant smell goes to your head, leaving you all hazy and wanting.

When Tsu’tey’s mouth leaves you, you nearly whine out a complaint. He hardly gives you an opportunity to make a sound though, because his hands keep running all over your body. The pads of his fingers trace over your shoulders, his palms coast over your breasts and belly, he grips and gently squeezes at the soft flesh of your thighs.

“Jakesully-” Tsu’tey begins, before pausing. A small frown furrows his brow, and he seems to be struggling with how to phrase his next words. “He courted you? Before he became one of the People?”

The shock of that question causes you to jolt, startled right out of your dazed state of arousal. 

“What?” You almost screech, attempting to sit up. Tsu’tey’s hand closes around your waist, keeping you still, but you still manage to scowl up at him in utter bewilderment. “No, fuck! We’re friends! We’ve always been friends! It’s not like that at all!”

Tsu’tey’s shoulders loosen, as though some tension you hadn’t even noticed he was carrying is beginning to leak away. “Ah. He seemed... familiar with your pleasure. Or lack of it.”

"We talk! Jesus-"

You’re still a little shell-shocked by the question as Tsu’tey returns to pressing kisses down the length of your stomach. Why would he have asked you that? Surely it was obvious that you and Jake were just friends? Neytiri would have struck you down if you were anything more, you were sure. 

You’re so preoccupied with your thoughts that it takes a moment to realise that Tsu’tey has stopped trailing kisses down your belly. Instead he’s come to a halt, and you can feel him staring down between your legs. The sudden interest has your breath catching and your cheeks burning.

When you try to close your thighs, his hands clamp firmly around your legs to keep you spread open and still. 

“You have hair here.” He comments, his brow all puckered in bewilderment as he reaches a finger out and drags it through the curls of your pubic hair.

“Yeah.” You say stupidly. You imagine it must look bizarre to one of the Na’vi, who are naturally hairless everywhere except for the thick, glossy hair on their heads.

“What is its purpose?”

You open your mouth, and then slowly close it, then open it again. “I, uh… I don’t know, really. It grows when humans reach puberty.”

He cards a finger through it, eyes sharp and curious. It’s a pretty weak explanation, but Tsu’tey seems satisfied enough with it. 

His touches grow bolder, his fingers moving with purpose down towards your swollen cunt. You had just started to curse yourself for not shaving, but then the pads of his fingers run over the puffy hood of your clit and you moan quietly as your thoughts scatter.

You pleasured little sounds seem to encourage him, because his touches get bolder. His fingers trace over the contours of your cunt, in between the slick folds as though testing to see how wet you are, before returning to your clit again. 

His other hand wanders down towards your legs, and he hooks his fingers around the soft pudge of your thigh. He squeezes lightly, and makes a soft grunt of amusement.

“Are all Sky People so soft?” He wonders, pressing his face into the swell of your tits as his mouth curves up in a smirk.

You don’t even answer, raising your hand to cup the back of his neck in an attempt to keep his head where it is. Your stomach is twisting in excitement and arousal, your chest heaving as you attempt to keep your breath steady inside your breathing mask. God, you want his mouth on your tits again.

He seems to know what you’re thinking, because he lifts his head up to grin at you. You’ve never seen him so expressive before – he’s usually so blank-faced and scowly, so to see his sharp teeth all bared in a wild grin, the skin around his eyes crinkling, nearly takes your breath away.

He kisses your left breast again, his rough-textured tongue rasping over your nipple and making you let out a soft, breathy little whimper.

“You like this.” He murmurs. There’s a little bit of wonderment in his voice, as though he’s pleasantly surprised by your reaction.

“Yeah,” You breathe, a little embarrassed. “It feels good. But- could you-”

He kisses your other tit, nipping gently at the underside of it, before lifting his face to look at you again. That amused expression hasn’t faltered at all, and one corner of his mouth twitches up into a smirk as he watches you struggle to express your desires.

“I will do what you wish,” He murmurs, “But you must tell me first.”

He bows his head and drags his nose up along your breastbone towards your collarbones. His breath tickles at your wet skin, and his plump lips trace little kisses all over you as he goes. He’s so gentle, but his touch feels positively electric and leaves a line of goosebumps breaking out in his wake.

You feel like you’ve been clubbed over the head. You’ve been crushing on Tsu’tey for so long, but never in your wildest dreams could you have imagined a situation like this, with him looming large and imposing between your legs and asking how you want him to please you.

What the fuck? You think wildly, before shoving your confusion aside. Who cares how you got here – you’re going to seize this opportunity with both hands.

“Will you touch me again?” You breathe, reaching down and wrapping your fingers around his large wrist. His hand is still between your legs, though it’s gone still as he waits for you to direct him. “My- my clit, just there-”

His ears twitch, and then he shifts and pushes himself down your body. He only pauses when his head is level with your hips, and you see his nostrils flare as he scents you between your legs.

Though you had asked him to touch you, your legs twitch shut as you try to close your thighs. You want him so badly, but it’s mortifying to see him sniffing at you like that.

He clicks his tongue, and grabs at your thighs to press them open again. He’s so strong, and regardless of how gentle he’s being you don’t stand a chance at resisting him. As soon as he has your legs splayed out wide once again, his head bullies its way between your thighs and keeps you all spread open. 

You can hear him breathing you in, taking deep eager breaths as he snuffles at your cunt before leaning in closer. His breathing sounds positively desperate, as though he’s just short of hyperventilating.

“You smell sweet, tawtute,” He groans, leaning his head against the plushness of your thigh. “I did not expect this.” 

Your clit is aching so hard that it feels like your whole cunt is pulsing between your legs. Honestly, a significant part of you had expected to be manhandled and fucked within an inch of your life after he had declared his intention to please you; that’s what the men you’ve encountered before have considered pleasing you, after all. And while you’re a little terrified to think about the sheer size of the weapon he’s got between his legs, that doesn’t seem to be what Tsu’tey is planning at all.

Instead, he demonstrates an abundance of patience as he spends his time mapping out every inch of your flesh with his hands, pressing kisses all along the inside of your thighs. You shiver under the attention, shuffling a little as you spread your legs wider; your self-consciousness is forgotten in your eagerness to feel his mouth on you properly.

Finally, finally, he nips and kisses his way up to the meeting of your thighs and lays his hot, eager tongue along the heat of your cunt. His tongue is… not particularly soft. It has a rough, almost sand-papery texture, though it’s slick and wet and it feels so, so good against your swollen and over-heated flesh.

“Oh, fuck!” You wheeze, tossing your head back against the squishy moss that coats the rock beneath you. 

When you wiggle a little, trying to encourage his mouth a little higher, his hands grasp at your thighs hard to keep you still.

“Relax, demon,” He rumbles against you, mouth curving up in a sharp grin. “Be patient. You will have your pleasure.”

It’s a different sensation to anything you’ve ever felt before. It’s not the first time you’ve been eaten out, of course. You’ve had partners offer in the past, but it had never done much for you. Your last partner would only do it to get you wet, and then his focus would switch without preamble to getting his cock inside you. You had never experienced a tongue that played between your legs with such obvious relish before.

As your body goes lax against the mossy rock, Tsu’tey rumbles in delight and pulls your thighs up over his shoulders so that his head is bracketed by your plush thighs. You try not to thrash too much, to relax like he’s told you to. He makes it easier when he bars one of his arms over your hips and presses them down, keeping you from squirming.

The action alone makes you a little flustered, and the fact that you now feel like you can barely move an inch has your head swimming.

Tsu’tey continues to lave his tongue against you. It feels much rougher than a human tongue; it reminds you a little of a cat’s. The texture isn’t painful…in fact, it’s kind of mind-blowing. It creates such a glorious friction that it has you squirming despite your best intentions.

“Oh god,” You wheeze as he drags that rough tongue over your sensitive clit, hips jerking out of your control at the sensation of it. “Oh god, yes-”

Tsu’tey seems to take every breath, sigh and whimper as a cue, trying to match his movements to what makes you react the most. Your toes clench uselessly along his back where your legs are still thrown over his shoulders, leaving you entirely powerless in his hold. 

When your breath hitches, he bears down with more intent and it’s too much, too fast. You shudder as an orgasm washes over you, vision whiting out as hot static pleasure radiates from your cunt out into every extremity. The release takes you by surprise, and you can’t stop yourself from whining and moaning and writhing while Tsu’tey keeps you as still as he can, never erring in his ministrations.

He only pulls back when the last shivering aftershock races through your nerves, and even then he only pulls back far enough to press a sloppy kiss to the inside of your thigh.

“That is one.” He murmurs to himself, his chest rumbling in a loud purr. The vibrations shoot right into through your nerves, and you’re oversensitive enough that you shudder mindlessly at the feeling.

You stare wide-eyed at the ceiling of the cave, chest heaving as you catch your breath. You’re still trying to wrap your head around what’s just happened.

“Holy shit,” You breathe, craning your head up so you can look down at him. “I’ve never- I mean, no one else has ever made me come before.”

Tsu’tey is still nuzzling his wide, flat nose into your inner thigh as he takes deep breaths, clearly enjoying the smell of your arousal, but your words draw him out of his relaxed state. He blinks, then frowns up at you.

“You have wasted your time with unworthy males,” He murmurs, his brow furrowed in aggravation. “I will fix this.”

With that, he lowers his mouth to your oversensitive clit and begins to lick at you again. In the same moment, he slides a single finger inside of you. Even one of his fingers is thick, and you let out a sharp, surprised sound, your head tilting back against the cushy moss as your eyes shut tight against the onslaught of sensation as he begins to stretch you out.

You can’t believe he’s still eating your pussy. You had massively underestimated his commitment and his drive, it seems; he isn’t showing any signs of stopping anytime soon. His eyes are closed as he devotes his entire attention to burying his face into your cunt and lapping at your clit. 

It’s almost like he’s trying to smother himself in you, as though tongue-fucking you is infinitely more important than breathing. You just barely catch on to the way his hips are moving; he’s grinding his cock into the spongey moss beneath him, letting out soft grunts into your pussy as he focuses solely on making you feel good.

After that first orgasm, there is no resisting anything he does. His head is between your thighs, his tongue is on your clit. You’re convinced that you’re about to reach heaven, because nothing has ever felt this good in your life.

And then he purrs, and you lose your mind completely. It’s like having the best vibrator in the world, pressed right up into you as he licks you wet and sloppy. 

You come again, squealing. He holds your hips still, making it so you can’t escape the pure onslaught of pleasure and sensation as his tongue rolls up into you, deeper than any human has ever reached before. 

“Two.” He mumbles against your cunt, the word wetly muffled.

This orgasm doesn’t last quite as long as the first one, and soon you’re whimpering, overwhelmed. He doesn’t slow down, but his movements do turn gentle. He adds another finger; you’re wet enough from both your own arousal and from Tsu’tey’s eager mouth that the slide of the second finger is easy, though the stretch still burns a little. 

His two thick fingers roll inside you, gentle but insistent. Your face screws up as he hits the spongey sweet spot deep inside of you, the sweet heat that blooms throughout your lower belly making your toes curl.

“Tsu’tey,” You choke out, sweat breaking out across your temples as you shudder. “Oh, fuck! Oh god, please, please, please-”

The steady rumbling purr is interrupted briefly by his chuckle. Encouraged by your reactions, his fingers start to rub over your sweet spot so insistently that your breath catches in your chest and your eyes roll back.

When his lips wrap around your clit and he sucks, you let out an honest to god scream as another orgasm slams into you, sending your vision whiting out like static. Tsu’tey seems to like that, moaning happily as you writhe against his face and taking the opportunity to add another finger. 

“Three,” He mumbles to himself, so quietly you hardly hear.

You’re stuffed full and trembling like a leaf, your eyes rolled back and your mouth dropped open as you pant like a moron.

“S’too much,” You moan, your words coming out all slurred and stupid. “Fuck, fuck, Tsu’tey, too much.”

With great reluctance, Tsu’tey pulls his face away from your cunt. He looks utterly debauched. His lips are slick and swollen, drool and slick smeared all over his mouth and chin, his hair all dishevelled from your tugging at it, and a hazy, lusty look gleaming in his eyes.

Fuck, you’ve never seen him look so pleased with himself.

Despite the fact that you’re still shivering from the electric little jolts that keep shooting up your spine from your poor, oversensitive clit, you find yourself anticipating his next move. However improbable, you want more.

Tsu’tey pushes himself up, his large palms coming to rest over your hips as he leans up to lay some more hot, biting kisses against your shoulder.

“You make such lovely noises, tawtute,” He murmurs, his lips dragging over the hot skin at the base of your throat. 

You’re still wide-eyed and short of breath, but you tilt your head back eagerly and loop your arms around his neck. He’s so much bigger than you that it feels as though his entire body engulfs you as he leans over you, and it sends an excited little thrill through you.

“Holy fuck,” You wheeze, your fingers curling into his hair. “Oh my god. I’ve never… shit. I think you’ve just ruined me for human men for life.”

That seems to do wonders for his ego, because he lifts his face from your shoulder so that you can see his stupidly smug expression. His tail is wiggling in the air, a clear sign of satisfaction. God, he’s adorable.

He still hasn’t pulled his fingers out of you, and you sigh stupidly as you feel them curl languidly inside of you. Your thighs are still spread wide, trembling a little from the muscle strain as Tsu’tey settles himself between your legs.

“Tawtute males have nothing to offer.” He says, with an obvious edge of loftiness in his voice. 

You wheeze a laugh, before pushing yourself up onto your elbows so that you can peer down the length of your bodies. Though his body is pressed tight to yours, you can still see the evidence of his arousal hanging heavy between his legs. He’s so hard, and yet he hasn’t made any move to climb atop you and start hammering away at you like you’re used to. It’s a little startling to realise that you kind of want him to.

Tentatively, you reach for his cock. He groans as soon as your fingers make contact with his erection, his head dropping down to rest against your chest.

“You do not have to, demon.” He murmurs, though his voice is strained and his hips rock a little into your grip as though he can’t help it. “I will keep using my mouth until you are satisfied.”

Well, that’s certainly a very enticing offer. You had never experienced anyone use their mouth like Tsu’tey had, so eager and driven and motivated by nothing but getting you off, and you can imagine getting addicted to his mouth with ease. 

Warm fondness blooms in your chest as you look at him all crouched between your legs, brow furrowed as he watches your face. Even with your hand on his dick, he’s not pushing you for anything more. Your crush on him seems to swell, your heart fluttering in time with your pussy as you reach for him.

“Your mouth is very good,” You breathe, a grin beginning to curve your mouth up. “But…”

Tsu’tey lifts his head, his eyes narrowing as his gaze darts all over your face. It’s like he’s trying to read what you want from your expression, to guess what you’re looking for before you can say it aloud. It reminds you of earlier, when he had said that he would do whatever you wanted, so long as you told him what it was.

Your fingers tentatively coast down the length of his stiff cock in an exploratory type of touch. It’s thick, but it feels… manageable. Na’vi cocks seem to follow similar proportions to Na’vi bodies; long, but narrow. That still makes him very thick compared to a human, but it feels only a little larger than an ex-partner you once had that was especially well endowed. Granted, that sex was terrible because he didn't know how to use it, but you’re positive this will be different. This is Tsu’tey, and you’re beginning to trust him whole-heartedly with your body; he certainly seems to know what he’s doing.

“Will you fuck me?” You ask. 

Your voice comes out a little shakier than you had intended, but it's just the nerves getting the better of you. It’s a bold question to be asking, and you’re asking it of Tsu’tey; one of the scariest people you’ve ever met and the one that you’ve been crushing on for months.

He expels a sharp breath of air as though it’s been punched out of him, and his face drops down to push into the curve of your shoulder.

“Yes, tawtute,” He groans, lips dragging against your neck. “I would be very pleased to, if you are sure.”

Your grin turns anticipatory, and then you wrap your hand around his cock and give it a proper stroke. He grunts, his hold on you tightening a little as his body curves around you, his hips humping into your fist.

The sense of power that washes over you is a little startling. Tsu’tey is over nine feet tall and stacked, and yet you have him grunting and groaning as he humps his cock into your tiny fist. He’s so sweet about it too, only taking what you give him and never demanding more. Fuck, it makes you want to give him the world.

His eyes are all scrunched shut, and as your fist twists over the mushroomed head of his cock, an honest to god moan is punched out of his chest, the deepness of the sound vibrating into you beneath him. It’s probably the hottest thing you’ve ever heard in your life, and your legs fall even farther apart in response to it.

Not only is his cock thick and long, but it has little raised patterns along it that seem to mimic the darker stripes across the rest of his skin. The velvety skin of his cock is also dotted with raised little nubs all over, and every time your hand strokes over them, Tsu’tey shivers a little as his ears twitch.

Apparently Na’vi males aren’t meant to be a smooth ride. You feel your clit actually pulse at the thought.

“Tsu’tey,” You gasp, your grip on his cock firming. “I’ve never been so sure of anything in my fucking life.”

He lets out a breath, one that sounds like pure anticipation, before rolling off of you. 

You blink, bewildered as he shuffles himself off the rock and away from you. That is absolutely not what you wanted.

“Where are you going?” You ask, trying not to sound miffed.

“Patience, yawntutsyìp.” He says as he reaches for the loincloth he had placed aside when he had first come into the spring.

He sounds amused, which actually helps to settle you. He didn’t appear to have any intentions of leaving you here, wet and loose and ready to be fucked, which was a relief.

You watch him curiously, desperate to know just what it is that he’s looking for. He seems to be rooting around in a little leather pouch tied to his loincloth, though you can’t get a good look at what he’s searching for.

“Tsu’tey-” You start to say, but he straightens up and turns back to you before you can finish.

He moves back to you swiftly, his agility as impressive as ever as he leaps back around the mossy rock you’re all laid over. Within seconds, he’s resituated himself back between your thighs as though he never left, leaning over you and giving you an eager, anticipatory grin.

He looks genuinely excited, and you feel your stomach flip in response. Oh, you’re so fucked. Literally as well as figuratively, you hope.

“What were you-”

You’re interrupted again when he holds up a hand; clasped in it is a bottle that’s bizarrely familiar. For a long second all you can do is blink at it, bewildered.

“Where did you get lube-”

“It will make it better for you, will it not?” He asks, fumbling to snap the bottle open.

Your expression softens, mouth wobbling into a shy little smile, before reaching to open the bottle cap yourself.

“Yeah,” You murmur, watching him dribble the lube over his long, lithe blue fingers. “It will, but where did you get it?”

“I asked for it.” Is all he says, before dipping his fingers between your legs once again.

You abandon your line of questioning with a satisfied sigh, leaning your head back as he fingers you with one hand. Three of his large fingers stretch you wide as his thumb rolls over your clit, moving deftly. With his other hand, he reaches to rub some of the slick and gooey lube over his cock.

“Okay,” You breathe, your hips twitching a little as his thumb rubs smooth circles over the swollen nub of your clit. “Come on, come on, give it to me-”

He breathes a soft snort, his eyes bright and wild as he watches the way your hips move towards him. He seems to be enamoured with the fact that you’re apparently so desperate for him, and if he hadn’t worked you up so much you might be embarrassed about it.

“Patience, little demon.” He rumbles out, lowering his chest so that he’s pressed against you. “You still doubt my ability to please you?”

His chest reverberates against yours as he purrs, and you shiver in delight at the sensation. It feels as though he’s sending vibrations right down into your bones, and you arch your back as you push your breasts into him. 

“No,” You say it with a breathless laugh. “No, I trust you.”

“Good.” He hums, his teeth glinting as he grins.

When the thick head of his cock presses against your slicked entrance, you let your thighs fall open even further. When he starts to press in, all you can manage to do is shut your eyes tight and whimper. 

“Breathe, yawntutsyìp.” He whispers into your ear, his lips brushing over the shell of your ear.

He’s stretched you out well, and you’re loose and relaxed thanks to the orgasms he’s given you already, but he’s still big. He takes it slow and careful, but the stretch still burns and forces all the air out of your lungs. 

You take a shaky inhale as he works himself into you, somewhat stunned by the steady, inescapable pressure and the impossible feeling of fullness. Your body keeps clenching and relaxing, alternately accepting his girth and seizing up to try and force him out; Tsu’tey takes it as slow as he can manage, attempting to make it as easy for you to take him as possible.

“Oh god, oh god,” You warble, reaching up to cling onto his shoulders. 

Fuck, you feel like you’re on fire. You can’t think of the last time that you were so alight with desire. You ache, a sweet subtle hurt like a pure animal demand to be satisfied.

Your hips spasm towards him, frustrated by his slow pace, but he reaches down and snatches at your hipbones to keep you still.

“Don’t force it,” He whispers to you. You can hear the amusement in his voice, but he strokes his thumbs in circles around your hipbones to soothe you as you struggle with his size. “You can take it; just give yourself a moment.”

His grip on your hips is like steel, and you’re not sure you could move even if you tried. You’ve no option but to do as he says, and you go as still as possible.

“Fuck, your dick is big.” You wheeze, turning your face to the side and squeezing your eyes shut. You can’t quite bear to look at his face, and you’re mortified at the thought of him seeing your expression.

Tsu’tey rumbles what sounds like a chuckle, but his voice is strained again. It seems like taking it slow is a struggle for him too, no matter how cool and collected he seems to be.

It feels like it takes an eternity, but at last Tsu’tey bottoms out – he can’t fit entirely inside of you, but still you’re so stuffed full that you can hardly take a breath.

Tsu’tey has gone still too, and his own breaths are shuddering in and out of him in short bursts. It’s clear he’s in ecstasy, caught up in the tight fit of you, and he takes a moment just to breathe and collect himself as he holds you tight.

“Look at me, tawtute,” Tsu’tey grits out from between his teeth, nuzzling his flat nose along the length of your jaw. “Want to watch you.”

Once you open your eyes you have to blink several times in an attempt to focus on him. His deep blue skin is all dewy from the balmy heat of the hot springs and from a thin layer of perspiration, and the little dots of white sprinkled over his face and chest glow softly. 

Your eyes drop lower, over his wide shoulders and the well-built musculature of his chest and abdomen. Fuck, he’s so pretty.

You shift your hips just slightly, testing how he feels in you. The stretch doesn’t burn anymore, your body having adjusted to the size of him, but you still feel as though you’re being stretched to your limits. 

You bear down a little, flexing your muscles around his cock just to see his reaction. The growl it forces out of him almost takes you by surprise, especially when he rears back so that he’s sitting on his haunches.

In the same move, he uses his grip on your hips to pull you forward so that your ass is resting on top of his well-muscled thighs. It allows him to lift your hips a little, and you realise that this position gives him more control over the angle he can fuck you at.

“Are you alright?” He asks, his expression taut from the effort it’s taking not to move.

“Yes,” You breathe, arching your back so that your ass is pushed further into his lap, your shoulders pressed against the mossy rock you’re laying on. “Fuck yes.”

Finally, finally, Tsu’tey begins to move.

At first, he starts slow. His thrusts feel almost experimental. He’ll move, then adjust his angle and move again. When you feel pleasure rocket up your spine on his next thrust, you let out a gasped moan, tilting your head back and squeezing your eyes shut.

Tsu’tey gives a rumbling purr and leans forward so that he’s all hunched over you, his hands braced over your hips as he pulls you into him. He keeps that same angle as he starts to work himself up to a rhythm, his pace and strength increasing with every movement until he’s finally built up the perfect cadence.

All you can do is writhe underneath him helplessly, taking it. The mossy rock you’re laying on is smooth and slick, and you’re driven up it as he fucks you. The only source of stability you have is him, and his grip on your hips is the only thing that anchors you against his thrusts.

He’s moving with all the power and consistency of a goddamn machine. The rhythm he sets is almost hypnotic, so precise that time starts slipping away from you briefly as you’re caught in the roil of it. You count the seconds in breaths punched out of your lungs, your hands scrabbling uselessly at the wet mossy stone beneath you.

Holy fuck, you think wildly to yourself. Excellent at foreplay, good stroke game, eats pussy.

The three qualities Jake had listed as being important in human mating. Tsu’tey may not have understood the phrase when Jake had first said it, but he is nothing if not thorough and determined. It seems as though he’s making it his goal to embody those qualities as he fucks you.

As he sinks home once more in a smooth, long stroke, you think this might actually be the death of you. You can’t help the litany of moans and garbled half-words that’s pouring out of you. Everything feels so good and so hot. The humidity from the bath, the heat from Tsu’tey’s damp velvety skin where he lets some of his weight lie against you, just enough to make you feel trapped and breathless.

You’re content to just take whatever Tsu’tey deigns to give you… and blessedly, he is a benevolent and considerate partner.

His rhythm still hasn’t faltered, and it’s tearing you down to your very foundations, floor by floor. It feels like a constant assault on every button of yours he could possibly press, all of your senses being assaulted at once. Your free hand forsakes the smooth floor to latch onto Tsu’tey’s wrist, and for the first time, his hips stutter every so slightly before he falls back into that unfailing cadence.

You feel that familiar coil in your stomach tightening, and that’s when you start pleading. You aren't even asking for anything in particular, just a dozen instances of please interspersed with encouragements and hissed praises. 

You can hardly believe it’s possible, but you’re quickly rocketing toward another orgasm, and Tsu’tey’s consistent rhythm is swiftly unraveling you like a spool of yarn. Sweet, hot pressure is building between your legs, stealing your breath and blanking your mind.

You think you may be only seconds from madness when you reach up and clutch at Tsutey’s braids, gasping out a desperate, “Tsu’tey —please-!” 

It’s unintentional, but when you grab his hair you also grab his queue. You don’t pull hard or anything, but it seems as though just tugging at it lightly is enough to garner a reaction.

You had known that the neural queue is the most sacred and sensitive parts of the Na’vi body, but you’re still not expecting the low moan that’s punched from his chest, nor the way the whites of his eyes flash as his eyes roll back in his head a little from what appears to be overwhelming pleasure. That perfect rhythm of his falters for a second, his hips stuttering, but then his big hands squeeze at your ass and he devotes himself even more furiously to fucking you like a machine.

“Careful, tawtute,” He growls, his fingers flexing around the soft swell of your ass. “You can play with my kuru another time.”

His voice contains an element of promise, as though he’s excited about the idea, and it makes you grin a little in turn. You don’t tug at the long braid in your hand again, but you don’t let go of it either – his reaction was too thrilling to abandon your hold on him entirely.

He uses his grip on your hips to pull you further into his lap, lifting your hips up so that he can grind his cock into you at a better angle. The next time he ruts into you has you squealing like a moron. The swollen head of his cock hits against the spongey part inside of you with every thrust, and the little nubs and ridges along his length rub deliciously inside you every time he pulls out.

He keeps grinding against that one spot inside you that makes you feel as though you’re about to shake apart into pieces, your toes curling so hard they nearly cramp up. It’s all so intense, and every time he ruts into you it forces the air from your lungs, but you try to speak anyway, pushing the words out even as they almost catch in your throat.

 “Feels- feels good-!” You moan, one hand clutching at his shoulder as the other holds his queue. “I think I’m– oh fuck, I’m gonna come again, I’m gonna-”

“Yeah?” Tsu’tey pants, leaning forward to lay an eager kiss between your breasts. His hand wanders down from your belly to your pussy, and starts rubbing quick circles into your clit. 

You don’t know how he’s managing to maintain his dexterity, his lithe fingers working your clit and driving you higher and higher as he rubs at you while maintaining those long, smooth strokes of his hips. His breathing is heavy, interspersed with soft little pleasured grunts, but he still manages to hold his strength in place, never moving hard enough to hurt.

The combination of his cock rubbing and grinding against the soft spongey part inside of you and the messy stimulation of your clit has your legs trembling and heat growing rapidly in your belly. It feels like you’re being strung tighter and tighter as your orgasm draws closer, and your breath begins coming in rapid pants. The pressure in your abdomen feels a little different than usual, and you take it as a sign that you’re about to come really hard.

“Tsu’tey,” You choke out, mouth dropping open as your chest heaves. “Oh, fuck-”

It feels like a star exploding inside you when it starts. Your cunt spasms around him, gripping him so tight he has no choice but to slow his hips down, your body squeezing like a vice around his cock. He gives you two more solid strokes to your sweet spot before stilling completely. He lifts your hips up into his lap once more as he settles himself in you, knocking his cockhead into your g-spot and keeping it there so that he can just grind.

With that you cry out, your eyes rolling back and jaw dropping open as sweet release unfurls from your belly and washes over you in a warm wave of pure white. Your pussy grows so hot, warm and wet as the pressure in your cunt builds and crests and culminates in a veritable spray of release from you. 

You feel so overwhelmed, your back arching up in a smooth curve as you practically wail, unable to constrain yourself. You don’t think you’ve ever come so hard in your life, not with your fingers nor your vibrators nor that stupid removable showerhead installed back at the human outpost, and you’re startled by the sheer flood of liquid arousal that gushes out of you around Tsu’tey’s cock.

You’ve heard of squirting before, of course, but you had always thought it was just some unrealistic thing in porn. But the way Tsu’tey’s cock is bullying its way inside of you, grinding away at that spongey spot that makes your knees shake makes it feel as though not squirting would be the bigger challenge. You writhe beneath him, clutching him tight as you shake apart on his cock. It feels like your orgasm goes on forever, your whole body shuddering around him as everything goes white and hazy.

By the time you finally start to come down from your high, you feel as though your brain has been goddamn liquefied. It feels as though you’re hearing in colour, your skin sweat-slick and hot as your muscles tremble from the sheer onslaught of sensation.

Tsu’tey is still working his hips inside of you, prolonging the lingering waves of pleasure that keep jolting down your spine. You can’t believe he’s still going, moving like a fucking machine, his thrusts still calculated and steady to break you down.

“Amazing, yuey,” He whispers to you, his voice rough and gritty. “So beautiful like this.”

The compliment is unexpected, and you wheeze a surprised breath when he lets go of your hips and leans forward so that his entire large body is caging you in against the rock beneath you. His chest presses against your own, squishing your breasts, his hands coming to plant beside your head to support his weight.

“Oh, god,” You arch away from him a little, beginning to grow overwhelmed and oversensitive from the way his cock is lighting up every damn nerve in your pussy, the way he presses you so firmly into the mossy rock. “Holy fuck, Tsu’tey, fuck-”

He buries his face into your neck, and you can feel him grin against your throat. He’s so fucking proud of himself, self-satisfaction is practically radiating off him in waves.

You remember the way he had reacted before when you had pulled on his kuru, and your fingers tighten just a little around the smooth hair protecting it. Even that minor bit of pressure has him groaning softly into your shoulder, sharp teeth scraping against your bare skin.

You adjust your grip on the glossy braid, holding it close to the skull before tugging gently. His reaction startles you – he roars, the sound reverberating through you and shaking you to your bones. His eyes roll back once more, his mouth dropping open in a look of genuine surprise as pleasure seems to blindside him.

You feel heat filling you, and realise that his cum must be spilling out of you and mixing with the slickness of your own release between your legs. His fists clench hard in the moss by your head, his loud snarl tapering off into a low moan as he keeps humping his hips into you, pace sloppy and uneven.

He’s murmuring away to you as he shivers against you, his voice low and rough as he sighs in unmistakeable delight. It’s all in Na’vi, and while your grip on his language is decent, your brain is far too fried to be translating anything right now.

“What?” You mumble tiredly, your arms looping lazily around his neck as he begins to drop his weight onto you.

His hips finally begin to roll to a stop as he grows too sensitive to continue, though he keeps his face pressed carefully into your shoulder.

“Such a sweet thing,” He murmurs to you, one hand coming to rest on your hip and squeezing you there softly. “Better than I could have imagined. Are you okay, tìyawn?”

“Mmm.” Is all you can manage, head still spinning as you struggle to regain your wits. 

Even with your thoughts all slow and soupy and stupid, you can feel the way Tsu’tey tenses all of a sudden over you. You blink, confused by his sudden change in demeanor, and look up at him to find that he has raised his head to look over at the entrance to the hot springs.

“What?” You mumble, bringing your hands from his neck to stroke down over his shoulders. The muscles shift under your fingertips, hard and defined beneath the smooth velvet of his skin. The feeling of it distracts you, and you feel your cunt flutter around his spent cock despite your exhaustion.

He grunts softly at the feeling of you trembling around him, but his attention is still focused on the cave entrance. You had forgotten, so caught up in lust and the insane novelty of Tsu’tey wanting you, that the hot springs were a public amenity that was used often among the Omaticaya.

So it shouldn’t be much of a surprise when a young man steps around the corner, already undoing the tie to his loincloth. If anything, you think you should probably be surprised that someone hadn’t walked in on you earlier.

Tsu’tey bares his teeth in a snarl, a deep growl erupting out of his chest at the sight of this newcomer. He doesn’t look familiar to you, but judging by his lack of hair ornaments and bare waist, he appears to be a young warrior in training.

“Out.” Tsu’tey snarls, his expression nothing short of dangerous.

The young Na’vi takes one look at the two of you, eyes wide and shocked, before turning on his heel and swiftly disappearing back the way he had come.

An exhausted, mildly hysterical giggle escapes you. You think you should probably be embarrassed, but you’ve just been fucked six ways to Sunday and you can’t drum up the energy to care. 

One thing has surprised you, however; you had expected Tsu’tey to be ashamed on some level. Not necessarily of being caught in a compromising position like this, but of being caught in this position with a Sky Person. He’s a prideful man and an important figure within the clan, and you know he guards his reputation carefully. But he doesn't seem embarrassed at all; just annoyed and oddly protective, considering he's lowered his body over yours to cover you from prying eyes.

“Fuck,” You sigh, digging your fingers into his chest in an attempt to catch his attention. “Is that… is that bad? That he saw?”

You’re unsure if this was meant to be kept a secret or not, but Tsu’tey just makes a face at you as though you’ve asked him a very stupid question.

“No. The village will know soon anyway.”

That is an oddly ominous statement that your fucked-out mind can’t quite make sense of, so you elect to just ignore it. 

You’re distracted anyway by the way Tsu’tey shifts above you, his cock still overwhelmingly big even as it begins to soften inside of you. You think you’d like to keep it inside you forever, filling you up and igniting that sweet ache between your thighs, but Tsu’tey has other ideas.

His hands pet soothingly down your flank as he pulls out, his chest vibrating with a calming purr when you hiss in discomfort as his cock finally leaves you. There’s a sting between your legs as a dribble of cum begins to leak out of you now that he’s no longer plugging you up, and your face scrunches up into a little grimace of discontent.

You don’t think you’ve ever felt this empty in your whole life, and you find yourself clenching down on nothing as you shiver.

“Did I hurt you, oeyä vrrtep?” He wonders, his hands tracing soft and gentle patterns over your skin.

His concern warms you, and you smile tiredly at him. “Only the good kind.”

That doesn’t seem to appease him at all. A frown creases the skin of his brow, and he pulls back so that his chest is no longer pressed tight against yours. You let out a small noise of protest, but it seems that he’s too busy checking you over to hear it.

“I did not intend to hurt you at all.”

“You’re big, Tsu’tey,” You point out, pushing his hands away when he attempts to pull back and peer between your legs. “Of course it hurt a little. But I liked it. Fuck, couldn’t you tell? I squirted all over you.”

That finally seems to placate him, if only because it soothes his male pride. His expression softens, his mouth tugging into a soft, smug smile, and he leans forward to gather you into his arms.

You squeal a little as he lifts you, exhausted muscles aching as you scramble to wrap your arms around his neck. He’s so strong, and you feel your cheeks grow warm as he lifts you so effortlessly.

“Squirt.” He repeats with relish, clearly enjoying the new word he’s just learned. “Is that what you call it?”

You just snort and push your face into his chest in an attempt to hide your expression. “Don’t ever tell Jake about this.”

You can feel the gentle rumble of his laugh deep in his chest, and you close your eyes and hide a smile of your own. He has such a lovely laugh; you don’t hear it nearly often enough. 

Tsu’tey takes great pains not to jostle you as he clambers back into the pool of water with you, holding you close to his chest as the hot water envelops the two of you. It’s soothing against your aching muscles, and you hum a satisfied little sigh against Tsu’tey’s chest as he strokes his big palm down the length of your spine.

“Why not?” He wonders, though you can hear the playful smirk in his voice anyway. “I must thank him, anyway.”

“What for?”

“He has been giving me advice on human courting.”

Your brain, already slow after the many excellent orgasms he has given you, takes a very long time to process that statement. Even after the words manage to sink in, you wonder if you had heard him properly.

You straighten up in his arms, pulling your masked face away from his chest so that you can stare at him. He stares right back at you, his expression calm and earnest as though he hasn’t just completely upended all of your expectations.

“Courting.” You repeat, all of his actions beginning to rewrite themselves in your head. The careful bathing, the washing of your hair, the insistence on being a good lover by human standards. The fucking pet names that you barely understood.

Holy fuck.

“Yes.” Tsu’tey says simply. He doesn’t seem to notice the way you’re gaping at him in starry-eyed bewilderment. “I thought a human mating display would be the best place to start.”

You’re still staring at him, though your confusion is beginning to grow. “Human mating display?”

Tsu’tey just nods, using a palmful of hot water to carefully wash between your legs. When you hiss a little and try to pull away, he lets out a soft little rumble of apology.

“Jakesully tells me that displays of sexual prowess are important in human courting.” Tsu’tey murmurs, and his chest puffs out a little. “I have proved myself, have I not?”

“Oh my god.” You breathe, squeezing your eyes shut. 

That dick. Trust Jake to bend the truth in an attempt to solve your sexual frustration. You knew that he knew that you fancied Tsu’tey (he’s been forced to listen to you wax lyrical about his abs many times), but you certainly didn’t expect him to take things into his own hands like this. From showing you the hot springs to orchestrating that conversation about good lovers to telling Tsu’tey that fucking you good is a human courting custom, to the fucking lube, Jake has been planning this whole damn thing.

You don’t know whether you want to kill Jake or to send him flowers.

One of Tsu’tey’s big hands curls around your back as he holds you close, dipping down into the soothing hot water with you balanced in his lap. He’s gotten so affectionate, his flat nose nuzzling against your temple as he reaches for a yursyulang to rub over your bare back.

“I have pleased you?” He asks, lips brushing over your jaw. “More than the other tawtute?”

“Yes,” You sigh, unable to help it. “Yes, fuck. It was so good.”

The noise he makes is pure satisfaction, his arms looping tight around your waist as he holds you up in the water. 

“You accept, then?” He asks, his big honey-coloured eyes gazing at you expectantly. “My advances?”

You had thought your reactions were obvious, but still you grin. “Are you being serious?”

“I am always serious.” He says simply, as though he can’t understand the meaning of your question. 

“I thought you didn’t like Sky People.” You say, an edge of insecurity creeping into your voice. “I thought you hated us.”

“I do hate Sky People.” He grumbles, his face falling into a little scowl even as one of his large palms coast down the length of your spine. “But I do not hate you.”

It feels a little like a dream, but you can’t help the shy grin that’s growing across your face. His eyes are sharp and intense, and he watches every shift of your expression like a hawk as though he’s trying to read your thoughts right off your face.

“I will be courting you in the tradition of my People, also,” He adds, as though he’s worried you need convincing. The idea is laughable. “I have a bracelet that I have woven for you, but I wished to prove myself in the tradition of your people first.”

Oh fuck, that’s so sweet. How can such a big and terrifying man be so generous and tender?

“Jakesully has approved already,” Tsu’tey continues, his tone turning cautious. “But I need to hear your answer.”

Fucking hell, he’s already asked Jake for permission? For a moment you feel a little indignant, before you remember that your friend is Olo’eyktan now, and that Tsu’tey is probably obliged to ask his clan leader if he can pursue someone outside of his own clan, nevermind someone not even his own species.

“You really mean this.” You breathe, your grin turning a little disbelieving. “Fucking hell. Yes. Obviously the answer is yes.”

Tsu’tey’s expression is carefully controlled, but he can’t seem to stop his mouth from settling into a smug grin and his eyes from brightening in clear delight. 

“Good. This is good, tawtute.” He murmurs, reaching up to brush some of your damp hair away from your face. “I will prove to you my ability as a potential mate, yawntutsyìp. Both in my tradition and yours.”

You return his grin, biting at your lip as he returns his attention to washing you with the same careful reverence from earlier. Is it really possible that you’ve hit the jackpot like this? That all the time you’ve been looking at Tsu’tey, he’s been looking back?

her heat had come.

she needed her mate. she needed tsu’tey. she needed something. she looked to her side to see tsu’tey still asleep. they slept under the night stars, under the tree of souls. she reaches out and touched him, running her hand down his waist.

y/n moans, pulls her hands away, and decides to put a start to the end of her need. she reaches into her tewng and brushes her clit softly. an all too familiar ache beginning to bloom. “no…” y/n whines.

she begins to run her clit with her fingers. she heard the wet sounds her cunt made. it made her moan. the need in her only grew. the more wet she got.

y/n looked to tsu’tey still asleep next to her. she bit her lip, admiring the beauty of sleep on her husband. he looks relaxed, no worries plaguing him.

y/n quickly removes her cloth and slides two fingers inside her. her cunt sopping and swallowing her fingers up. y/n’s eyes rolled back as she rubbed that spot over and over. it brought some relief to the ache.

she didn’t bother to cover her moans. she knew no one would find them.

that’s what woke up tsu’tey. his ear twitched and he shoots up. he heard his wife, thinking she was in pain, he was instantly awake.

he looked to his side and sees y/n, fingering herself…

tsu’tey took a deep breath in, he could smell y/n. her heat had begun.

y/n felt pathetic now. fingering herself while her husband stares down at her. she moans his name and he leans down and kisses her. his lips were gentle with hers.

she moaned loud in his mouth. her fingers still twirling and pumping in and out of her pussy. tsu’tey gently grabs one of her arms and slows her down. he shushes her gently.

“let me help you ma’yawntu (my beloved).” tsu’tey kisses her again. “i’ll make it go away.” he whispers.

“it’s my heat…” y/n moans.

“i know.” tsu’tey runs his fingers through y/n’s folds. she gasps and grabs onto him. “see? you need me.”

y/n bites her lips and nods. “yeah… guess i do…” she flicks her tail up and down teasing him.

tsu’tey gets up from where he was sleeping and laid himself in front of y/n, she spreads her legs. tsu’tey took the sight in, her pussy was already was so swollen, dripping wet, waiting for him…

before y/n could say anything, tsu’tey immediately began to devour her. he took long laps, eagerly swallowing everything y/n gave him.

y/n felt a a coil tightening in her stomach, she smiles and bites her lips.

y/n grabbed his hair and forced him to stay. tsu’tey rubs y/n’s clit hard and he licks her up and down. he slaps her pussy lightly, y/n’s legs start to shake. “tsu’tey wait…”

tsu’tey ignore her cries. he tongue goes delves in between her folds, his hand getting more wet the more he played with his wife. he taps her pussy a few more times and kisses her clit, sending waves of pleasure throughout y/n.

y/n rises from the grass beneath her and cries out. tsu’tey moans out a yes as he makes his wife squirt all over his hands. he holds y/n’s trembling thighs open.

y/n felt the ache in her stomach subside, letting herself enjoy her intense pleasure. her clit was sensitive as tsu’tey presses gentle kisses to it, trying his best to clean her up. she smiles and grabs his jaw. y/n brings tsu’tey up to her and kisses him hard. he moans in her mouth as their tongues fight. y/n can taste her sweet tang on his mouth.

they pull back breathless. “hi…” tsu’tey whispers. y/n just laughs.

“hi back.” y/n replies.

“are you feeling better?” tsu’tey asks, eyes concerned.

“a bit. that certainly helped but…” the ache was still there, she felt herself get slick again, “i’ll still need your help husband.”

tsu’tey pecks her on the lips. “what do you need, my heart?” he grabs one of her hand and kisses her knuckles.

“you… inside me. please tsu’tey….” y/n begged.

tsu’tey immediately started undoing his tewng. “then get on your hands and knees beloved.” y/n ears perked up at the command and nodded.

she turns and gets on her hands and knees, her favorite position, tsu’tey knew this. her tail flicked back and forth. y/n looks behind her and moans.

tsu’tey was taking in the sight of his wife like this, desperate and needy for him. his cock got even harder as he sees a drop of wetness drip down from y/n into the grass below them. tsu’tey curses under his breath and lines himself up.

y/n moans and lowers her forehead to the ground. she moves her hips back and forth. “please… husband…”

“ssshhh, yawne. be patient.” tsu’tey grabs his cock and slides himself in one thrust. y/n moans and shoots her head up. tsu’tey gently wraps his hand around her throat, keeping her there. “take all of me…”

y/n can only nod and ache around tsu’tey.

tsu’tey felt his cock twitch inside y/n, her heat making her even more tight. tsu’tey let’s his eyes rolls back as he starts to thrust.

“i’m here y/n. feel me. feel me inside you.”

y/n could, he was so deep inside. she places her hand on her lower stomach, she could feel the outline of him. she fists the grass beneath her.

tsu’tey doesn’t stop his thrusting. he could feel the top of his thighs getting wet. praises fell from his lips.

the praises make y/n clench again, the familiar coil started to build again. “oh tsu’tey please!”

tsu’tey ears twitched at her sweet begging. “what do you need hmm?”

“please keep going, don’t stop!”

tsu’tey grabs y/n’s swinging tail and continues his relentless pounding. screams of pleasure leaves his wife’s mouths. he lets the sounds intoxicate him. he could feel y/n drip again and tighten around him. she was close again.

tsu’tey chuckles and bites his lip as he admires the way y/n’s ass bounces off him, he grabs one of her ass cheeks as squeezes it. y/n and tsu’tey both moan. he lets go of her tail.

“i love your hands.” y/n pants.

“i love you.” tsu’tey says in a daze. drunk off the feeling of y/n around him. he thrusts faster, pushing even deeper

“-ah! i love you too! please please please!”

tsu’tey reaches around with his other hand plays with y/n’s clit. she squeals and nods, wanting more. his eyes never leave her as thrusts into her and toys with her.

y/n’s orgasm surprises her, she squirts again on her husband’s hand, soaking him. a scream leaves her mouth, tsu’tey gently cover her mouth with his other hand previously grabbing her ass. “ssshhh, feel it.”

tsu’tey comes deep inside his wife, his thick come paints her insides. he stays inside her, y/n begins to move her hips, to overstimulate herself.

“it’s so good…” she moans out.

“yeah? are you feeling better now?” tsu’tey asks. y/n nods, barely able to speak.

tsu’tey slowly slides himself out of y/n. she gasps at the loss of him. she reaches back for him grasping at nothing.

“sshh love, we’re going to lay down.” y/n nods. she turns on her left side and brushed the grass beside her, silently calling for tsu’tey.

tsu’tey lays on his side faceing y/n, he grabs one of her thigs and throws it over his hip. “hang on.”

tsu’tey grabs his still hard cock and gently slides into y/n. y/n eyes close and she moans, feeling full again.

“oh tsu’tey… thank you.”

“you are welcome my heart.” he kisses her forehead. he settles her in his arms. y/n feels her eyes grow heavy. tsu’tey nuzzles against her, marking her with his scent. he gently kisses the side of her face that he could reach.

tsu’tey shushes her as he gently grabs her kuru, bringing it over, he reaches behind and grabs his. the tendrils dance and connect together. y/n lets out a deep breath, eyes still closed, lightly moaning.

tsu’tey feel his heart slow. he feels himself deep inside y/n, keeping him warm. he closes his eyes and places his forehead against hers. “sleep, yawne. i’ll be here when you need me again.”

It was impossible to get Ambessa Medrada to yield.

But could you blame her?

Unrelenting ambition led to unimaginable triumph, and she had no reason to ever come down from her very mighty high horse.

That is, of course, until the mistake.

Her body had betrayed her; the shimmer absorbing into her bloodstream was like none other.

You had warned her a week ago not to party too hard. She had met your older sisters for the first time since your marriage a year ago, and after a bender or five, they came to your home tonight for a nightcap. Your maid alerted you, as you were too busy with work to notice their late arrival, and after a couple of hours of what you can assume to be conversation, she decided to join you.

She barged into your shared bedroom as you turned from your desk to see her stumble in panting like a dog with only her bra and unbuttoned trousers. She walked up to you but she stumbled to her knees doubling over with a loud groan while holding her crotch. Your heart dropped as she fell. Rushing from your seat to her side. Your hands instinctively on either side of her face lifting her head up to see what was wrong.

"Ambessa, what's wrong my darling!?" You spoke, shaking as she panted like someone who had run a marathon.

In the candle light her face was visible but not like her eyes. They were the brightest shade of pink, and when she looked at you. You were not met with pain. She looked at you with hunger.

Half lidded deep pink irises and brows scrunched so hard you could fall in the crack they formed. She was a mess, her mouth ajar and panting between wines, her lips red from the wine and skin burning like a furnace. She was so high on shimmer and so horny there was no way she could have a coherent thought running through her mind.

And as she looked at you, begging eyes so full of lust all you could think was how horny that made you. Ambessa Medrada the incontestable, groveling on her knees to her wife's side begging for her help to relive her arousal. What a view!

You couldn't help the smile that crept on your lips as you felt a deep heat rising between your legs. Looking at her pathetic state should not be as arousing as it was.

She responded with a deep groan leaning into your abdomen for the comfort of your warm skin kissing at where your uterus lies above your thin night dress. You leaned into her touch as the throb intensified at her ministrations.

She moved her hands to your left hip and right thigh and you felt yourself get wetter as she kept kissing. Looking down at her and caressing her head as she hungrily tried to lift your night dress.

"Look at me" you said, hand moving to her cheek as she leaned into it kissing your palm as she stared up at you.

"So needy~" you cooed at her heart fluttering at her pliable state.

She moved her hand off your thigh to press at the hard bulge between her thighs looking up at you standing over her like a picture she would masturbate to all day if obliged. Her eyes fluttered as the pleasure coursed through her. Soft moans escaping her lips.

"You want me baby?" you said making her throb harder

She nodded furiously. Eyes rolling back as she kept touching herself unable to utter a single word.

"Tell me, how much you want me" you spoke knowing she was in no state. Her panting was getting louder, whimpering as she stared up praying for your mouth, hand, cunt anything to stop the torment.

"B- badly, i want you so badly" she spoke so well when she wanted something you thought your own arousal burning at the sight.

Her mouth went back to your womb. Moving the hand still on your hip to pull you towards her face as she returned the one stroking her to your thigh.

She kissed her way down over the fabric lifting and pinning it to her thumb, her hand gripping your hip harder as she faced your damp underwear.

"Hghh" she softly moaned at the smell of your arousal, her hips thrusting up unconsciously. She gave your clit a peck through your underwear making you shudder.

Your hips bucked forwards as she licked a deep line from your hole to your clit sucking harshly. This made you shake violently mouth agape with no sound as you moved your hand to her shoulder nails digging her flesh for anchor.

Your wet pussy stuck to your underwear and her tongue roamed through the outline of your pussy sucking and massaging your clit, and entrance deeply before she used the hand at your thigh to pull down your sticky underwear whimpering at the sight before her. She dove in without thought. You bucked above her. Tongue entering you slowly you gasped for air. She fucked you expertly with her tounge lost in your cunt as she kept licking and sucking at all the right places.

"G- good baby, doing so good" You babbled and wined exasperated as she ate you hungrily moaning into your cunt.

You doubled over as she took your clit in her mouth sucking harshly as her tongue moved to deeply massage the bud. Moving her middle and ring fingers to your hole circling and prodding in and out to collect the wetness down the length of her fingers as you entrance fluttered at the teasing.

"Hghh fuck" you cursed bucking your hips

"M-more please bessa" you whispered out as she wined between your legs in confirmation.

She entered you slowly while keeping up her assault on your clit. Her two fingers were large and thick stretching you out slowly as she went knuckle deep, her moans going straight into your clit.

"Fu-uck ambe-hgh" you moaned as she bottomed out starting a brutal place with her thick fingers. She was abusing your cunt fingers curling as they entered you over and over again hitting all the right marks as you clenched around her cumming into her mouth in a silent scream. Legs shaking skin riddled with goosebumps as your orgasm wracked through you.

She fucked you through it. Then held you pulling out to hold your other hip as you shook above her hand on her shoulder. And after a beat you straightened out. Legs like jelly looking down at her again completely ruined with your cum all over her mouth.

"G- good girl" You panted with a palm on cheek cleaning your cum on her chin with your thumb before she took it in her mouth sucking finger clean. A groan vibrated on her tongue as she reached for her bulge again touching herself through her dress pants. Whining in desperation.

And desperation it was as precum leaked through her pants, and trousers dampened the black fabric quite visibly.

"Shall i help you with that?" You cooed, pushing your foot on top of the hand stroking her length as she groaned with a nod of desperation.

"Fuck, baby pl- ease" she groaned out

"Lay back" you whispered as she moved back urgently. You straddled her leg unzipping her trousers. She was straining her underwear.

The strap bulged out as you moved her tight underwear down. Leaking down the length as you pumped her experimentally Ambessa moaned loudly above you her eyes rolling back hips bucking up harshly.

"Where did you get this?" You spoke softly enamored by the machinery as you pumped her slowly. It was smooth hard metal with intricate designs and it cupped her sex. The veins in her pubic area and lower abdomen bulged bright pink. Extending out like roots and fading into her abdomen.

"I- twas for you" she strained out as you she started fucking your hand with the rhythm of your pumping. You bent moving flush against her body not stopping your ministrations.

"In what sense?" You asked with a small smile as her eyes opened to meet yours

"To...for a baby" she strained out

"Is that so" you whispered air exiting your nostrils her words her sharp lidded gaze admiring you with unbridled lust as you stared at her the only noise the heavy pants and quiet moans she made.

Your body reacted instantly at her words and gaze. Her pants and moans going straight to your sex as you throbbed harder than you already were before.

"You want me to have your child?" You whispered at her eyes roaming her face

"More than anything" she strained out

And no sooner had she said it you slid off her thigh letting go of her length and got up on your feet. Sauntering to your bed to sit at the edge. She lifted herself up on her elbows and followed you there with her eyes.

"Come to me" your words went straight to her heat leaking more as her eyes fluttered shut. Taking all her strength not to cum right then and there.

She got off the floor and went to stand in front of you towering over you in all her gorgeous glory.

"Take it off" you said and she obeyed like a good girl and unclasped herself before throwing the bra away. You reached for the member grabbing it and pumping her slowly as she shuddered above you, her legs flexing at the menstruation tip leaking out her arousal.

"Dose that feel good?" you cooed as her hips stuttered thrusting into your hands. Her hand reaching for your cheek as you leaned into her touch. You looked up at her pink eyes now glowing more radiant than before as her face twisted in pleasure.

The hand on your cheek simultaneously moved to cup your jaw before she took her member from your hands, pumping it a few times before she lined it up to your lips.

"Open" she commanded and you shuddered at her words knowing that your power trip had come to an end. You let her take over.

Opening your mouth as she squeezed your cheeks with her index and thumb fingers she slipped herself in all at once. You closed your eyes trying not to gag at her length and she let you adjust.

She gave you a small thrust and your hands flew to her thighs for anchor as she started to fuck your mouth. Her large hand tangled in your hair as the other went under your jaw. She held you in place, her hips thrust slowly and hard. Looking down at you with a scowl as she fucked your throat raw.

You could feel her throbbing in your mouth and after a couple of hard thrusts she tensed and threw her head back as the strap emptied inside your throat. Her thighs shook as she came groaning loudly as she held your head in place.

She pulled out when you started pushing her thighs. You gasped for air when she pulled out. Coughing for air as she took a small step back watching your messy face in admiration.

It didn't take long for her to feel needy again though her member filling again as her veins pumped more pink again. The shimmer went through her system down to her crotch.

She moved forward her hands under your armpits suddenly as she lifted you to throw you further up the bed. You scrambled back startled at her suddenness. She grabbed your ankle as she got on the bed. Slotting you between her legs and spreading your thighs for a better view.

As she leaned back on her knees towering over you she looked at her length in her hand groaning and moved her cock through your folds lubricating herself before finding your entrance.

"Wa- ait" You whispered eyes rolling back as she slowly entered you.

Her right hand spread out on your pubic area to stop your thrashing as she pushed herself in at an agonizingly slow pace. Her thumb working deep circles on your clit as the length enters you.

"Oh..oh my fuck fuckk" you moaned, eyes rolling back at her ministrations. She leaned down to kiss your throat as she slotted the last of her length inside you.

She was so deep inside, her length throbbing with the rhythm of her heartbeat. She snapped her hips once as a text and the length hit your cervix as you thrashed. Back arching off the bed. She snapped her hips hard and gradually built up her pace. Your walls fluttering at her assault.

"Ah- ghhhh" you moaned years filling your eyes as she snapped her hips. She rose to her knees at your cries moving the hand on your clit up your abdomen past your breasts to finally wrap around your neck.

"F-uuck am- bessa pl..." you moaned out dumb as she pumped in and out of you. Hand on your neck like a vice as you clenched her member in tandem.

Hips snapping hard her body dusted with a sheen of sweat she threw her head back when you tightened around her. She groaned deeply, throwing back her head and exposing her gorgeous throat. Her body shivered, her voice hoarse and low as she clenched her teeth failing to keep her composure.

She didn't relent, and you scrambled running your perfectly manicured hands across her abdomen. Overstimunlated you tried to push her away, scratching as she snapped her hips, as she held and fucked you with long deep strokes. Her hips stuttering as her resolve slowly crumbled.

"Hghh do it please" you moaned out knowing she was close by the way she throbbed inside you. Her eyes slowly opening to the sight of you ruined beneath her. Her gaze was low. Eyes glazed from pleasure and completely drunk with lust. She leaned down and took your right breast into her mouth biting the nipple.

"You're so so beautiful" she said, voice hoarse as her hips took you apart with sharp hard thrusts

"And you've been so...so lonely" she said moving her hand to up your chest, to finally clamp around your throat 

"A- ambessa hngh please" you moaned throwing your head back as she tightened her hand on your throat

"Y..you'll be so good" she spoke deliriously eyes rolling back into her head as she thrust faster and harder

"Such a g- good..." she stuttered as she laid her forehead on your sternum. Trying so hard to compose herself. Hand clenching so hard it started to restrict your breathing

"M..mother fuck" you clenched at her words, muscles going rigid before you started to shake beneith her with as your orgasm washed over you. Scratching at her wrists as your vision started to fade while she kept fucking you through it

She followed right as you did, moving to the crook of your neck as she came inside you with a groan. Her thrusts hard as she emptied herself. You could feel her hot release as her body shook above yours.

She collapsed on top of you and loosened her grip on your throat to catch herself on her elbows as you gasped for air coming back to yourself. She adjusted herself to catch your lips kissing the gasps away desperately as she pulled out with her tongue down your throat. Your wines dying in her throat.

She leaned back onto her knees for a moment as she removed the strap fully. Finally being able to detach after it fulfilled its purpose. You opened your eyes to see her on her knees removing it. Watching mesmerized at her own release stringy as she uncupped it off her cunt with a wince. Before dropping it on the floor and sitting back on her heels. Shoulders dropping from exhaustion, neck thrown back as she caught her breath. 

You couldn't help yourself when your stomach did a flip. Filling with warmth as you watched her exhausted form catch its breath.

She caught you staring from one half open eye. A small smile crept on her face as she finally opened them staring back into yours with her head at a tilt. If only you could see yourself in her eyes. How glorious you looked spent with her. 

"Resplendent" she whispered. Breaking the comfortable silence with her horse voice as stared at you, committing your form to memory

“You have no twin my darling” she whispered moving to kiss your womb trailing her way slowly up your body with a final kiss at the center the left of your chest where your heart lay. 

Her cheek resting thereafter as her full weight came down on you slowly. Pressing on you as you embraced her. She fell asleep in your arms shortly after as you played in her hair. Before you followed her.

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Thanks so much for reading! This was a long one lol and i hope you all liked it!

The wooden spear was slipping again.

You gritted your teeth, adjusting your grip, sweat stinging your eyes. Muscles in your shoulders screamed in protest as you raised the shaft one more time, barely managing to keep your footing. Ambessa didn’t flinch. She stood across from you like a statue carved from obsidian, breathing steady, arms loose by her sides as if the last hour hadn’t even happened.

You lunged. Sloppy. You knew it the second you did it.

Ambessa didn’t bother to block. She merely stepped to the side, letting your momentum carry you forward. You stumbled. Caught yourself on shaking knees. The training stick hit the floor with a soft clatter.

Ambessa’s voice was even, not cruel. “You’re tired.”

You collapsed to your knees, chest heaving, the air hot in your throat. “No shit,” you muttered, one palm pressing against the mat. “You’re a damn war general.”

“And you’re someone who asked to be trained by one,” she reminded you. Not unkindly. But not softly, either.

You heard the soft creak of the lounge chair a few feet away as she finally moved, crossing the floor like she hadn’t just been sparring for hours. She sat with ease, rolling one shoulder back before reaching for the wine that had been waiting on the low side table.

That was when the door swung open.

Sevika’s boots were the first thing you noticed. Heavy, scuffed. Familiar. Her eyes swept the room in one motion, landing right on you, sweat-slicked, breathless, still on your knees with the training stick beside you like a discarded toy. You saw the faint twitch at the corner of her mouth, almost a smirk, but something warmer behind it.

“Training day again?” she drawled, stepping in fully now, the door swinging shut behind her.

Ambessa didn’t even look up as she poured her glass. “She lasted longer this time.”

“Barely,” you muttered, trying to push yourself up.

But Sevika was already moving, crossing the room in a slow, confident gait. You felt her presence before you saw her crouch in front of you, hand bracing lightly on your thigh as she examined your flushed face.

“Ambessa really working you over today?”

You nodded wordlessly, too tired to shoot something clever back.

Ambessa, now reclined with her wine, finally looked over the rim of her glass. “She’s getting better. But she still swings with her arms. Not her hips.”

“Pff,” Sevika scoffed. “You giving her a staff doesn’t help. She’s not you, Ambessa.”

You glared up at Sevika, panting. “I’m right here, you know.”

“Yeah, and you look like you just crawled out of a battlefield,” she said with a grin.

“She has been crawling,” Ambessa mused, swirling her wine. “Not unlike a certain someone her first week in Noxus.”

That earned a sharp laugh from Sevika. “Don’t compare me to her.”

Ambessa just lifted her glass in salute. “You begged to stop after day one.”

“Because you broke my rib,” Sevika snapped, though her smirk betrayed her fondness. “[First Name]  here just looks... wrecked.”

You shoved at Sevika’s shoulder weakly, which she didn’t even pretend to budge from. “Don’t act like you wouldn’t be wheezing too,” you muttered.

“Oh, I’d be wheezing,” Sevika replied, her tone dipping. “But not from training.”

You felt the heat crawl up your neck, and she grinned like she knew it. Ambessa’s deep chuckle came from the corner as she took another long sip.

“I told you,” Ambessa said smoothly, “discipline first. Then reward.”

Sevika raised a brow. “Is that why you’re sitting back with your wine while she’s over here leaking all her sweat onto the mat?”

“I’m building her stamina,” Ambessa said, calm and collected. “For all the right reasons.”

That made Sevika’s gaze flick back to you, slow and assessing. “Mm. Gotta say, I like her like this. All tired and pliant.”

“I’m not pliant,” you protested, trying and failing to stand. Sevika caught you before you faceplanted, gripping your bicep easily to hold you up.

“You are when you’re on your knees,” she said, low against your ear.

You flinched, heart pounding again, but this time not from exhaustion.

Ambessa watched with one leg crossed over the other, wine glass resting on her thigh like she had all the time in the world. “Let her rest,” she said, though there was something in her tone that promised that rest would only last as long as she allowed.

Sevika didn’t release you. If anything, she held you closer, pulling you gently into her side. Her grip lingered just a bit too low on your waist, thumb brushing against the edge of your ribs.

“Let her rest,” Ambessa said again, eyes still on the glass in her hand.

Sevika let out a low snort. “Didn’t realize you were so merciful.”

That earned her a slow blink from Ambessa. She set the wine glass down with quiet precision, no clatter, just a soft click that somehow cut through the air sharper than any barked order. Her legs uncrossed. She stood.

“Mercy?” she said, voice low and even. “That what you think this is?”

Sevika straightened as Ambessa stepped toward her, and the tension shifted immediately. Her hand stayed on you, but her eyes were locked on Ambessa now, body coiled like a spring.

“I think you’re getting soft,” Sevika said with a smirk. “All this talk. All this wine. And here I thought Noxians liked to prove things.”

Ambessa didn’t smile.

She crossed the room in three steps flat and pushed you aside, not cruelly, but decisively. You hit the mat with a grunt as her arm locked with Sevika’s, their bodies twisting in a sharp clash of limbs. No warmup. No warning. Just pressure, contact, force.

You scrambled to the side, heart hammering. They were moving fast—too fast for how big they were. Ambessa ducked low, Sevika countered, their boots scraping the mat and hands catching arms, shoulders, hips.

A blur of strength and stubbornness.

“Hey—hey!” you wheezed, trying to crawl out of the way. “Can you two not kill each other over me?”

Neither answered.

You dragged yourself toward the edge of the mat, just a few feet from the bench when something latched around your ankle. Metal fingers. Sevika.

“Oh no,” you muttered, trying to kick free.

She tugged you back like it was nothing, dragging you across the mat even as Ambessa moved in again with a shoulder check that Sevika barely dodged. You yelped and tried to scurry again, only to feel Ambessa’s hand plant on your hip as she stepped over you, using you to pivot and shove Sevika back.

You rolled the other way. “I am not a sparring prop!”

Ambessa’s voice was breathless but amused. “Then stay out of the middle.”

“I was!”

You barely got the words out before Ambessa surged forward again.

This time, she didn’t just counter Sevika, she crushed her momentum. Sevika tried to twist out of it, going low, but Ambessa anticipated it, catching her mid-shift. The thud of bodies colliding shook the mat. In a flash, Sevika was on her back, Ambessa over her, one knee braced against the floor, the other pressing Sevika’s thigh down.

Sevika growled, one hand pushing at Ambessa’s hip, the other trying to wedge between them, but Ambessa caught her wrist and shoved it aside, her other hand gripping Sevika’s throat—not hard, but firm enough that Sevika froze.

They locked eyes.

Breathless.

Silent.

You sat frozen where you’d landed a moment ago, half upright, watching the way Sevika’s mouth parted but didn’t speak. The way her mechanical arm stayed lifted but never struck. The tension snapped—shifting from aggression into something else entirely.

Ambessa’s thumb dragged slow across the side of Sevika’s neck. “You done?”

Sevika’s teeth clenched. But her body said it for her.

Ambessa didn’t move for a long beat. Just studied her like she was still debating whether to end the fight or start another one.

Then she looked at you.

Still half-splayed on the mat. Still catching your breath. Sweaty, shaken, worn out and watching.

“You want to act like a brat,” Ambessa said to Sevika, voice low now, steady, “you get treated like one.”

Her hand left Sevika’s throat, but only to push herself upright. She rose in one fluid motion, towering over both of you now.

You felt the weight of her stare before she even moved toward you.

A hand slipped beneath your jaw, guiding your face up. “She’s already tired,” Ambessa murmured, thumb brushing your cheek. “Worked hard. Didn’t complain.”

Behind her, Sevika had pushed herself to her elbows, watching closely now, her breath ragged but her eyes sharp with something too familiar to name.

Ambessa’s voice dropped further. “Maybe she’ll show you how to behave.”

Your stomach twisted with heat. You didn’t even know what part of you agreed with her, but the part that moved when she touched you sure as hell did.

Ambessa let go of your jaw and took a step back, just enough to reposition you in front of her before pushing you down to the ground, on your knees facing sevika. Her palm flattened over your lower back, guiding you forward until you felt the edge of Sevika’s legs where she sat, still catching her breath from the floor.

Ambessa leaned in behind you, voice low against your ear. “She’s got a mouth. Let’s see if she can still use it properly.”

Your breath faltered. Doubt curled in your stomach,the raw edge of being caught off guard, caught between them. Your thighs still trembled from training, your pulse already too high. Sevika’s stare didn’t help. Her eyes tracked your every twitch like a wolf that had just been handed fresh meat.

You opened your mouth, maybe to ask a question, maybe to say wait, but Ambessa didn’t wait.

Her hand slid down your back, caught the fabric at your waist, and ripped. The stretch and tear of your clothes filled the room louder than it should’ve, and before you could so much as flinch, you were bare, breath hitched, skin prickling under the sudden rush of cool air.

Then came pressure.

Ambessa’s palm pressed flat between your shoulder blades, guiding—no, planting you down until your thighs were straddling Sevika’s face.

“Ambessa—” you gasped, unsure of what you even meant to say.

“Shh.” Her voice was silk over iron. “Let her have it.”

Below you, Sevika didn’t hesitate. She never would. Her metal arm locked around your thigh and yanked you flush against her mouth like she’d been waiting all damn day for it.

You cried out, hips jerking, breath torn straight from your lungs. Her ongue met you with no patience. She licked like she meant it. Like it had been denied to her. Deep, slow drags, then sharp flicks, then lips sealed around your clit like she was daring you to push her away.

You didn’t.

You couldn’t.

Your hands landed hard on Sevika’s shoulders, nails dragging over her collar as she moaned beneath you, hungry and already messy. Every time your hips tried to shy away, Sevika dragged you back down, face grinding against you like she needed it to breathe.

And all the while, Ambessa watched.

She stood a few steps back, arms folded, watching the twitch of your thighs, the way your body shuddered when Sevika groaned into you. Her gaze was dark, sharp, and unbearably focused.

You whimpered, hips stuttering again. “I—fuck, she—”

Ambessa’s eyes narrowed slightly. And then she moved.

Silent steps across the mat. She passed behind you, toward the tall black cabinet on the side wall of the sparring room. The one no one ever touched during actual training. She opened it with one swift motion, pulled something heavy from inside

When she turned, the strap was already in her hand.

You couldn’t look away, not even when Sevika’s tongue drove another jolt through your core. Not even when Ambessa knelt again at Sevika’s side, calm and brutal, one hand sliding down Sevika’s waistband, the other bracing your thigh to hold you steady.

Sevika lifted her mouth just enough to breathe. Her lips were wet. Her eyes, blown wide.

“Greedy,” Ambessa muttered as she tugged Sevika’s pants down, rough and fast. “Should’ve learned your lesson.”

Sevika smirked. “Still waiting on the punishment.”

Ambessa didn’t answer. Simply adjusting the strap. Spat on her palm, slicked the strap, and lined it up.

Then she drove it in.

Sevika broke. Her head dropped back against the mat, hips arching hard as Ambessa bottomed out without hesitation. Her moan lit something in you and you felt your thighs shake again, overwhelmed by the sound, the heat, the grip of Sevika’s hands on your hips as she dove back in like nothing else mattered.

Ambessa started fucking her hard, deliberate strokes that dragged Sevika open each time, forcing her mouth to stay busy even when she gasped or cursed beneath you. Her grip was merciless. She held Sevika there while Sevika held you, the rhythm brutal and unforgiving.

Each thrust jolted Sevika’s body beneath you, her mouth losing rhythm as her breath caught. Her tongue stuttered, flattened, dragged slower over your folds.

“Fuck,” Sevika gasped, voice muffled against you.

Ambessa didn’t stop. Her hips slammed forward again, harder, snapping Sevika back into place with a deep grunt.

“Keep that mouth busy,” she growled. “You wanted this.”

Sevika whimpered something into your cunt inaudible, messy, soaked. Her hands clung tighter to your thighs like she needed something to ground herself, but her pace had turned ragged, desperate. She was shaking.

Ambessa looked down at her like she was pathetic.

“Gods, look at you,” she muttered, voice cold and sharp. “Fucking dripping and still can’t do one thing right.”

You shuddered at the sound. Not from fear. From how right it felt, being pressed between them. Sevika, beneath you, moaning into your cunt like she couldn’t breathe without it, and Ambessa, above and behind, fucking her like she wasn’t worth kindness.

You barely noticed your own thighs starting to tremble again, until Sevika dragged her tongue too deep, too fast, and your whole body buckled forward with a sob.

But Ambessa saw it.

And didn’t let it happen.

Before you could fully tip over, her hand clamped around your waist and dragged you back. Sevika let out a muffled growl of protest as your cunt slipped from her mouth, slick and trembling and denied.

You gasped. “Wait—!”

Ambessa ignored you.

“Is that what you wanted, Sevika? Wanted to feel her come on your face while you’re being fucked like a mutt?”

She hauled you upright, back flush to her chest, one thick arm locking around your neck. Her other hand slid down fast, rough fingers finding your cunt without hesitation.

She fucked into Sevika with the same relentless rhythm, the sound of her hips slapping against Sevika’s ass echoing off the training room walls. But her hand never stopped moving between your legs, fingers pumping in and curling hard, fast, without mercy.

“Don’t whine,” Ambessa growled against your ear. “You’ll come when I tell you to.”

You couldn’t even reply. Your mouth was open, breath caught on every thrust of her hand. The pressure was overwhelming, brutal. Her arm across your chest kept you pinned to her while her fingers curled deeper, harder.

Sevika moaned beneath both of you. her back arched as Ambessa fucked her deeper with each thrust of the strap. Her stomach flexed under the mess between your thighs, her skin slick with sweat and your arousal.

“You see that?” Ambessa’s voice was a snarl, sharp in your ear. “You’re making a mess all over her. You think she’s earned it?”

You couldn’t speak. Your eyes were rolling back. 

Ambessa bit your shoulder.

“Now.”

Your body broke.

You came with a cry, grinding down without control as her fingers drove through you. It hit like a wave, hot, messy, clenching down around her hand as your thighs squeezed and trembled. The aftershocks splattered against Sevika’s stomach, sticky and wet across her skin as she gasped, helpless beneath the weight of it.

“Good girl,” Ambessa murmured against your neck. “She doesn’t get that. Not yet.”

Sevika whimpered again, and Ambessa didn’t slow down.

She just fucked her harder.

Your orgasm ripped through you, all-consuming, your body clenching around Ambessa’s fingers, breath caught somewhere between a sob and a moan. And then your legs gave out.

There was no catching yourself.

Your knees buckled, and you dropped, spine sliding from Ambessa’s chest, thighs trembling, cunt still pulsing. You landed right on Sevika’s stomac, limp and breathless, legs spread wide across her abs.

But Ambessa didn’t stop.

She was still driving into Sevika, deep and punishing, every thrust making Sevika’s core flex under you tight muscle rolling beneath your overstimulated cunt.

“Shit—” you gasped, trying to lift yourself, but Sevika’s body moved again, jerked from the force of another deep thrust and your hips rocked forward without meaning to, dragging slick and swollen across her abs.

You cried out.

It was too much. Your nerves were already raw, your clit still aching from the high Ambessa had wrung out of you and now Sevika’s stomach was grinding against you, again and again, every ripple of movement turning into friction you couldn’t control.

Your fingers scrabbled against Sevika’s chest, trying to lift yourself off her, but your arms were weak, trembling.

And still Ambessa kept going.

Each thrust shoved Sevika’s hips upward, rocked her into the mat, and you with her. Her abs tensed and jumped beneath you, slick with your release, hot and unrelenting turning your still-throbbing cunt into something helpless, overstimulated, dragged across her again and again.

You whined, body twitching. “I—I can’t—”

“You can,” Ambessa said behind you, her voice low, controlled. “You just don’t want to.”

She gripped your hip with one hand now, holding you steady, keeping you there as Sevika’s body moved under you.

Sevika gasped beneath both of you, hands digging into the mat, back arched as Ambessa’s pace grew harder, sharper. Her stomach clenched again under your heat, her breath ragged.

“Oh fuck—fuck—Ambessa—!”

“Not yet,” Ambessa snapped.

You moaned as another jolt rocked through your hips, your body grinding down against Sevika’s abs without permission, every movement another spark across your clit. Your thighs were slick, open, twitching uncontrollably.

“I can’t—” Sevika groaned, “She’s—she’s dripping all over me—”

“She earned it,” Ambessa said. Her next thrust slammed deep, punching the air from Sevika’s lungs. “You haven’t.”

Sevika's hands were fisting the mat now. Arms locked, head tilted back against the floor. Her mouth hung open, panting, face flushed and wild with tension. The strap drove into her again, and again, and again, deep enough to lift her back off the floor, to knock the sound out of her lungs.

"Ambessa—" she gasped, voice cracking.

"No," Ambessa snapped, breath rough now. "You wait."

Another brutal thrust.

Sevika’s legs trembled violently beneath you. Her abs clenched again, so hard it made your hips jolt and your throat let out a broken whimper. You tried to lift yourself, but Ambessa’s hand was still on your hip, holding you there, grinding you down against Sevika’s body, keeping you soaked and open and forced to feel all of it.

“F-fuck,” Sevika choked, trying to resist it, trying to hold on. Her thighs were trembling, her back arched so hard it lifted you with her for a second before Ambessa slammed her back down again.

And then Ambessa broke.

She hissed between her teeth, eyes blazing, body tightening behind you.

“Now,” she growled, hips snapping forward. “Come. Both of you.”

Sevika shattered.

Her moan tore out of her throat like something feral, her whole body locking up. You felt it beneath you, every flex, every twitch, the way her stomach tightened under your cunt, the way her thighs jerked and her arms buckled. She came hard, hips grinding back against the strap, body writhing between you and Ambessa.

And Ambessa—

Ambessa held steady until the very end. Her grip bruised, her pace ruthless, even as her jaw clenched and her breath hitched through her nose. When she came, she didn't announce it, she just dug in, hips burying deep one last time, strap shoved as far into Sevika as it would go.

A slow, deep exhale left her chest. Satisfied. Dominant.

Ambessa’s hand slid from your hip to your throat holding you against Sevika’s heaving body while both of them trembled and twitched beneath you.

‘’Now you’re allowed to rest.’’

The wooden spear was slipping again.

You gritted your teeth, adjusting your grip, sweat stinging your eyes. Muscles in your shoulders screamed in protest as you raised the shaft one more time, barely managing to keep your footing. Ambessa didn’t flinch. She stood across from you like a statue carved from obsidian, breathing steady, arms loose by her sides as if the last hour hadn’t even happened.

You lunged. Sloppy. You knew it the second you did it.

Ambessa didn’t bother to block. She merely stepped to the side, letting your momentum carry you forward. You stumbled. Caught yourself on shaking knees. The training stick hit the floor with a soft clatter.

Ambessa’s voice was even, not cruel. “You’re tired.”

You collapsed to your knees, chest heaving, the air hot in your throat. “No shit,” you muttered, one palm pressing against the mat. “You’re a damn war general.”

“And you’re someone who asked to be trained by one,” she reminded you. Not unkindly. But not softly, either.

You heard the soft creak of the lounge chair a few feet away as she finally moved, crossing the floor like she hadn’t just been sparring for hours. She sat with ease, rolling one shoulder back before reaching for the wine that had been waiting on the low side table.

That was when the door swung open.

Sevika’s boots were the first thing you noticed. Heavy, scuffed. Familiar. Her eyes swept the room in one motion, landing right on you, sweat-slicked, breathless, still on your knees with the training stick beside you like a discarded toy. You saw the faint twitch at the corner of her mouth, almost a smirk, but something warmer behind it.

“Training day again?” she drawled, stepping in fully now, the door swinging shut behind her.

Ambessa didn’t even look up as she poured her glass. “She lasted longer this time.”

“Barely,” you muttered, trying to push yourself up.

But Sevika was already moving, crossing the room in a slow, confident gait. You felt her presence before you saw her crouch in front of you, hand bracing lightly on your thigh as she examined your flushed face.

“Ambessa really working you over today?”

You nodded wordlessly, too tired to shoot something clever back.

Ambessa, now reclined with her wine, finally looked over the rim of her glass. “She’s getting better. But she still swings with her arms. Not her hips.”

“Pff,” Sevika scoffed. “You giving her a staff doesn’t help. She’s not you, Ambessa.”

You glared up at Sevika, panting. “I’m right here, you know.”

“Yeah, and you look like you just crawled out of a battlefield,” she said with a grin.

“She has been crawling,” Ambessa mused, swirling her wine. “Not unlike a certain someone her first week in Noxus.”

That earned a sharp laugh from Sevika. “Don’t compare me to her.”

Ambessa just lifted her glass in salute. “You begged to stop after day one.”

“Because you broke my rib,” Sevika snapped, though her smirk betrayed her fondness. “[First Name]  here just looks... wrecked.”

You shoved at Sevika’s shoulder weakly, which she didn’t even pretend to budge from. “Don’t act like you wouldn’t be wheezing too,” you muttered.

“Oh, I’d be wheezing,” Sevika replied, her tone dipping. “But not from training.”

You felt the heat crawl up your neck, and she grinned like she knew it. Ambessa’s deep chuckle came from the corner as she took another long sip.

“I told you,” Ambessa said smoothly, “discipline first. Then reward.”

Sevika raised a brow. “Is that why you’re sitting back with your wine while she’s over here leaking all her sweat onto the mat?”

“I’m building her stamina,” Ambessa said, calm and collected. “For all the right reasons.”

That made Sevika’s gaze flick back to you, slow and assessing. “Mm. Gotta say, I like her like this. All tired and pliant.”

“I’m not pliant,” you protested, trying and failing to stand. Sevika caught you before you faceplanted, gripping your bicep easily to hold you up.

“You are when you’re on your knees,” she said, low against your ear.

You flinched, heart pounding again, but this time not from exhaustion.

Ambessa watched with one leg crossed over the other, wine glass resting on her thigh like she had all the time in the world. “Let her rest,” she said, though there was something in her tone that promised that rest would only last as long as she allowed.

Sevika didn’t release you. If anything, she held you closer, pulling you gently into her side. Her grip lingered just a bit too low on your waist, thumb brushing against the edge of your ribs.

“Let her rest,” Ambessa said again, eyes still on the glass in her hand.

Sevika let out a low snort. “Didn’t realize you were so merciful.”

That earned her a slow blink from Ambessa. She set the wine glass down with quiet precision, no clatter, just a soft click that somehow cut through the air sharper than any barked order. Her legs uncrossed. She stood.

“Mercy?” she said, voice low and even. “That what you think this is?”

Sevika straightened as Ambessa stepped toward her, and the tension shifted immediately. Her hand stayed on you, but her eyes were locked on Ambessa now, body coiled like a spring.

“I think you’re getting soft,” Sevika said with a smirk. “All this talk. All this wine. And here I thought Noxians liked to prove things.”

Ambessa didn’t smile.

She crossed the room in three steps flat and pushed you aside, not cruelly, but decisively. You hit the mat with a grunt as her arm locked with Sevika’s, their bodies twisting in a sharp clash of limbs. No warmup. No warning. Just pressure, contact, force.

You scrambled to the side, heart hammering. They were moving fast—too fast for how big they were. Ambessa ducked low, Sevika countered, their boots scraping the mat and hands catching arms, shoulders, hips.

A blur of strength and stubbornness.

“Hey—hey!” you wheezed, trying to crawl out of the way. “Can you two not kill each other over me?”

Neither answered.

You dragged yourself toward the edge of the mat, just a few feet from the bench when something latched around your ankle. Metal fingers. Sevika.

“Oh no,” you muttered, trying to kick free.

She tugged you back like it was nothing, dragging you across the mat even as Ambessa moved in again with a shoulder check that Sevika barely dodged. You yelped and tried to scurry again, only to feel Ambessa’s hand plant on your hip as she stepped over you, using you to pivot and shove Sevika back.

You rolled the other way. “I am not a sparring prop!”

Ambessa’s voice was breathless but amused. “Then stay out of the middle.”

“I was!”

You barely got the words out before Ambessa surged forward again.

This time, she didn’t just counter Sevika, she crushed her momentum. Sevika tried to twist out of it, going low, but Ambessa anticipated it, catching her mid-shift. The thud of bodies colliding shook the mat. In a flash, Sevika was on her back, Ambessa over her, one knee braced against the floor, the other pressing Sevika’s thigh down.

Sevika growled, one hand pushing at Ambessa’s hip, the other trying to wedge between them, but Ambessa caught her wrist and shoved it aside, her other hand gripping Sevika’s throat—not hard, but firm enough that Sevika froze.

They locked eyes.

Breathless.

Silent.

You sat frozen where you’d landed a moment ago, half upright, watching the way Sevika’s mouth parted but didn’t speak. The way her mechanical arm stayed lifted but never struck. The tension snapped—shifting from aggression into something else entirely.

Ambessa’s thumb dragged slow across the side of Sevika’s neck. “You done?”

Sevika’s teeth clenched. But her body said it for her.

Ambessa didn’t move for a long beat. Just studied her like she was still debating whether to end the fight or start another one.

Then she looked at you.

Still half-splayed on the mat. Still catching your breath. Sweaty, shaken, worn out and watching.

“You want to act like a brat,” Ambessa said to Sevika, voice low now, steady, “you get treated like one.”

Her hand left Sevika’s throat, but only to push herself upright. She rose in one fluid motion, towering over both of you now.

You felt the weight of her stare before she even moved toward you.

A hand slipped beneath your jaw, guiding your face up. “She’s already tired,” Ambessa murmured, thumb brushing your cheek. “Worked hard. Didn’t complain.”

Behind her, Sevika had pushed herself to her elbows, watching closely now, her breath ragged but her eyes sharp with something too familiar to name.

Ambessa’s voice dropped further. “Maybe she’ll show you how to behave.”

Your stomach twisted with heat. You didn’t even know what part of you agreed with her, but the part that moved when she touched you sure as hell did.

Ambessa let go of your jaw and took a step back, just enough to reposition you in front of her before pushing you down to the ground, on your knees facing sevika. Her palm flattened over your lower back, guiding you forward until you felt the edge of Sevika’s legs where she sat, still catching her breath from the floor.

Ambessa leaned in behind you, voice low against your ear. “She’s got a mouth. Let’s see if she can still use it properly.”

Your breath faltered. Doubt curled in your stomach,the raw edge of being caught off guard, caught between them. Your thighs still trembled from training, your pulse already too high. Sevika’s stare didn’t help. Her eyes tracked your every twitch like a wolf that had just been handed fresh meat.

You opened your mouth, maybe to ask a question, maybe to say wait, but Ambessa didn’t wait.

Her hand slid down your back, caught the fabric at your waist, and ripped. The stretch and tear of your clothes filled the room louder than it should’ve, and before you could so much as flinch, you were bare, breath hitched, skin prickling under the sudden rush of cool air.

Then came pressure.

Ambessa’s palm pressed flat between your shoulder blades, guiding—no, planting you down until your thighs were straddling Sevika’s face.

“Ambessa—” you gasped, unsure of what you even meant to say.

“Shh.” Her voice was silk over iron. “Let her have it.”

Below you, Sevika didn’t hesitate. She never would. Her metal arm locked around your thigh and yanked you flush against her mouth like she’d been waiting all damn day for it.

You cried out, hips jerking, breath torn straight from your lungs. Her ongue met you with no patience. She licked like she meant it. Like it had been denied to her. Deep, slow drags, then sharp flicks, then lips sealed around your clit like she was daring you to push her away.

You didn’t.

You couldn’t.

Your hands landed hard on Sevika’s shoulders, nails dragging over her collar as she moaned beneath you, hungry and already messy. Every time your hips tried to shy away, Sevika dragged you back down, face grinding against you like she needed it to breathe.

And all the while, Ambessa watched.

She stood a few steps back, arms folded, watching the twitch of your thighs, the way your body shuddered when Sevika groaned into you. Her gaze was dark, sharp, and unbearably focused.

You whimpered, hips stuttering again. “I—fuck, she—”

Ambessa’s eyes narrowed slightly. And then she moved.

Silent steps across the mat. She passed behind you, toward the tall black cabinet on the side wall of the sparring room. The one no one ever touched during actual training. She opened it with one swift motion, pulled something heavy from inside

When she turned, the strap was already in her hand.

You couldn’t look away, not even when Sevika’s tongue drove another jolt through your core. Not even when Ambessa knelt again at Sevika’s side, calm and brutal, one hand sliding down Sevika’s waistband, the other bracing your thigh to hold you steady.

Sevika lifted her mouth just enough to breathe. Her lips were wet. Her eyes, blown wide.

“Greedy,” Ambessa muttered as she tugged Sevika’s pants down, rough and fast. “Should’ve learned your lesson.”

Sevika smirked. “Still waiting on the punishment.”

Ambessa didn’t answer. Simply adjusting the strap. Spat on her palm, slicked the strap, and lined it up.

Then she drove it in.

Sevika broke. Her head dropped back against the mat, hips arching hard as Ambessa bottomed out without hesitation. Her moan lit something in you and you felt your thighs shake again, overwhelmed by the sound, the heat, the grip of Sevika’s hands on your hips as she dove back in like nothing else mattered.

Ambessa started fucking her hard, deliberate strokes that dragged Sevika open each time, forcing her mouth to stay busy even when she gasped or cursed beneath you. Her grip was merciless. She held Sevika there while Sevika held you, the rhythm brutal and unforgiving.

Each thrust jolted Sevika’s body beneath you, her mouth losing rhythm as her breath caught. Her tongue stuttered, flattened, dragged slower over your folds.

“Fuck,” Sevika gasped, voice muffled against you.

Ambessa didn’t stop. Her hips slammed forward again, harder, snapping Sevika back into place with a deep grunt.

“Keep that mouth busy,” she growled. “You wanted this.”

Sevika whimpered something into your cunt inaudible, messy, soaked. Her hands clung tighter to your thighs like she needed something to ground herself, but her pace had turned ragged, desperate. She was shaking.

Ambessa looked down at her like she was pathetic.

“Gods, look at you,” she muttered, voice cold and sharp. “Fucking dripping and still can’t do one thing right.”

You shuddered at the sound. Not from fear. From how right it felt, being pressed between them. Sevika, beneath you, moaning into your cunt like she couldn’t breathe without it, and Ambessa, above and behind, fucking her like she wasn’t worth kindness.

You barely noticed your own thighs starting to tremble again, until Sevika dragged her tongue too deep, too fast, and your whole body buckled forward with a sob.

But Ambessa saw it.

And didn’t let it happen.

Before you could fully tip over, her hand clamped around your waist and dragged you back. Sevika let out a muffled growl of protest as your cunt slipped from her mouth, slick and trembling and denied.

You gasped. “Wait—!”

Ambessa ignored you.

“Is that what you wanted, Sevika? Wanted to feel her come on your face while you’re being fucked like a mutt?”

She hauled you upright, back flush to her chest, one thick arm locking around your neck. Her other hand slid down fast, rough fingers finding your cunt without hesitation.

She fucked into Sevika with the same relentless rhythm, the sound of her hips slapping against Sevika’s ass echoing off the training room walls. But her hand never stopped moving between your legs, fingers pumping in and curling hard, fast, without mercy.

“Don’t whine,” Ambessa growled against your ear. “You’ll come when I tell you to.”

You couldn’t even reply. Your mouth was open, breath caught on every thrust of her hand. The pressure was overwhelming, brutal. Her arm across your chest kept you pinned to her while her fingers curled deeper, harder.

Sevika moaned beneath both of you. her back arched as Ambessa fucked her deeper with each thrust of the strap. Her stomach flexed under the mess between your thighs, her skin slick with sweat and your arousal.

“You see that?” Ambessa’s voice was a snarl, sharp in your ear. “You’re making a mess all over her. You think she’s earned it?”

You couldn’t speak. Your eyes were rolling back. 

Ambessa bit your shoulder.

“Now.”

Your body broke.

You came with a cry, grinding down without control as her fingers drove through you. It hit like a wave, hot, messy, clenching down around her hand as your thighs squeezed and trembled. The aftershocks splattered against Sevika’s stomach, sticky and wet across her skin as she gasped, helpless beneath the weight of it.

“Good girl,” Ambessa murmured against your neck. “She doesn’t get that. Not yet.”

Sevika whimpered again, and Ambessa didn’t slow down.

She just fucked her harder.

Your orgasm ripped through you, all-consuming, your body clenching around Ambessa’s fingers, breath caught somewhere between a sob and a moan. And then your legs gave out.

There was no catching yourself.

Your knees buckled, and you dropped, spine sliding from Ambessa’s chest, thighs trembling, cunt still pulsing. You landed right on Sevika’s stomac, limp and breathless, legs spread wide across her abs.

But Ambessa didn’t stop.

She was still driving into Sevika, deep and punishing, every thrust making Sevika’s core flex under you tight muscle rolling beneath your overstimulated cunt.

“Shit—” you gasped, trying to lift yourself, but Sevika’s body moved again, jerked from the force of another deep thrust and your hips rocked forward without meaning to, dragging slick and swollen across her abs.

You cried out.

It was too much. Your nerves were already raw, your clit still aching from the high Ambessa had wrung out of you and now Sevika’s stomach was grinding against you, again and again, every ripple of movement turning into friction you couldn’t control.

Your fingers scrabbled against Sevika’s chest, trying to lift yourself off her, but your arms were weak, trembling.

And still Ambessa kept going.

Each thrust shoved Sevika’s hips upward, rocked her into the mat, and you with her. Her abs tensed and jumped beneath you, slick with your release, hot and unrelenting turning your still-throbbing cunt into something helpless, overstimulated, dragged across her again and again.

You whined, body twitching. “I—I can’t—”

“You can,” Ambessa said behind you, her voice low, controlled. “You just don’t want to.”

She gripped your hip with one hand now, holding you steady, keeping you there as Sevika’s body moved under you.

Sevika gasped beneath both of you, hands digging into the mat, back arched as Ambessa’s pace grew harder, sharper. Her stomach clenched again under your heat, her breath ragged.

“Oh fuck—fuck—Ambessa—!”

“Not yet,” Ambessa snapped.

You moaned as another jolt rocked through your hips, your body grinding down against Sevika’s abs without permission, every movement another spark across your clit. Your thighs were slick, open, twitching uncontrollably.

“I can’t—” Sevika groaned, “She’s—she’s dripping all over me—”

“She earned it,” Ambessa said. Her next thrust slammed deep, punching the air from Sevika’s lungs. “You haven’t.”

Sevika's hands were fisting the mat now. Arms locked, head tilted back against the floor. Her mouth hung open, panting, face flushed and wild with tension. The strap drove into her again, and again, and again, deep enough to lift her back off the floor, to knock the sound out of her lungs.

"Ambessa—" she gasped, voice cracking.

"No," Ambessa snapped, breath rough now. "You wait."

Another brutal thrust.

Sevika’s legs trembled violently beneath you. Her abs clenched again, so hard it made your hips jolt and your throat let out a broken whimper. You tried to lift yourself, but Ambessa’s hand was still on your hip, holding you there, grinding you down against Sevika’s body, keeping you soaked and open and forced to feel all of it.

“F-fuck,” Sevika choked, trying to resist it, trying to hold on. Her thighs were trembling, her back arched so hard it lifted you with her for a second before Ambessa slammed her back down again.

And then Ambessa broke.

She hissed between her teeth, eyes blazing, body tightening behind you.

“Now,” she growled, hips snapping forward. “Come. Both of you.”

Sevika shattered.

Her moan tore out of her throat like something feral, her whole body locking up. You felt it beneath you, every flex, every twitch, the way her stomach tightened under your cunt, the way her thighs jerked and her arms buckled. She came hard, hips grinding back against the strap, body writhing between you and Ambessa.

And Ambessa—

Ambessa held steady until the very end. Her grip bruised, her pace ruthless, even as her jaw clenched and her breath hitched through her nose. When she came, she didn't announce it, she just dug in, hips burying deep one last time, strap shoved as far into Sevika as it would go.

A slow, deep exhale left her chest. Satisfied. Dominant.

Ambessa’s hand slid from your hip to your throat holding you against Sevika’s heaving body while both of them trembled and twitched beneath you.

‘’Now you’re allowed to rest.’’

The jungle felt as if it was pressing in on all sides. The air was thick with humidity that clung to your skin, soaking your clothes. The air was thick, heavy with the scent of damp earth and rot, and every sound—every buzz of an insect, every distant cry of something unseen—felt magnified beneath the choking canopy.

You trailed a few paces behind the others, silent, your eyes downcast but alert. Compared to the hardened soldiers, cartel enforcers, death-row inmates, and professional killers that made up the group, you looked out of place. Fragile. Docile.

And they noticed that right away. 

Stans had been the first to speak up. “What’s this? They start droppin’ cheerleaders in now?” His grin split wide beneath the grime streaking his face, feral and amused. “Lucky me. Haven’t had a woman around in a long time.”

Cuchillo chuckled low in his throat, flicking open one of his blades with an audible click, as though steel would give weight to his words. “Maybe she’s just bait, man. Soft skin, innocent—meant to make us forget where we are.” His gaze dragged across you, sharp and unashamed, before he gave a low whistle. “Not bad bait though, eh?”

You didn’t answer. You refused to give them the satisfaction.

From ahead, Royce’s voice cut through the exchange, cold and clipped. “Focus. Keep moving.” He didn’t raise his tone, but the warning was clear.

Stans wasn’t deterred. He slowed his stride until he was beside you, elbow nudging against your arm as if to test how far he could push. “Hey, sweetheart. You stick with me, huh? I’ll keep you real safe.” His smile was all teeth, his breath sour with the rank staleness of gum chewed far too long.

From behind, Nikolai muttered something sharp in Russian, the weight of his glare enough to freeze a braver man. Stans only snorted, but he shifted away all the same.

Isabelle’s eyes flicked toward you, her jaw tightening as though she wanted to intervene but chose not to. She said nothing, though her discomfort was clear.

You lowered your head and walked on, refusing to let their words rattle you. Instead, you made sure to drift closer to where Royce, Isabelle, and Nikolai moved, safer with them where the worst of them wouldn’t dare push too far.

Your eyes shifted upward, toward the dense canopy. For a moment you could have sworn something moved—an unnatural ripple swayed the leaves.

“Everything okay?” Isabelle’s voice cut quietly through the silence beside you.

You blinked, forcing your expression into something calm before giving a small nod. “Yeah… yeah. I just want to get the fuck out of here.”

She snorted, the sound edged with dark humour. “You and everyone else in this little circus.”

You tilted your chin toward the left, studying the ground. “We should head this way. The soil’s damp. There’s got to be water nearby.”

Royce stopped, his sharp gaze following where you pointed. After a beat, he gave a single approving nod. “Good eye.”

Somehow, you and Royce had fallen into the role of navigating—picking paths through the choking wilderness, marking subtle shifts in terrain that might lead to shelter or resources. Hours seemed to blur together beneath the oppressive canopy as you pressed forward, the air growing thicker, heavier.

Yet something shifted, the jungle had changed. The sound seemed to have bled away the constant chorus of insects and distant cries of unseen creatures bled away, leaving only the heavy thud of boots and the ragged rhythm of breath. You froze, instincts clawing up your spine. A jungle never went quiet without reason. Silence meant one thing—there was a predator near.

“Anyone else notice that?” Mombasa whispered, slowing his pace.

The answer came a heartbeat later. A sharp crack split the air, followed by a streak of blue fire. It screamed across the clearing and tore through Cuchillo chest, dropping him where he stood. The stench of scorched flesh hit you even before his body finished collapsing.

Everyone scattered.

Stans swore, dragging his weapon free and bolting for cover. Hanzō vanished into the undergrowth, his katana flashing as if it could do a damn thing against whatever unseen predator was out there. Isabelle dropped to her stomach, aiming up through her scope, her jaw tight.

You ran with them at first, heart pounding, lungs straining. But then the earth beside you exploded, dirt and fire swallowing you whole. The blast knocked the breath from your lungs, sent you sprawling into the muck. Ears ringing, vision blurred, you gasped against the choking soil.

You tried to push yourself up, coughing, but the others were already retreating. You saw their backs vanish into the foliage—saw the moment they chose to leave you.

“Leave her!” Stans barked in panic. “She’s dead weight anyway.”

Royce didn’t argue. None of them did.

You stayed down, pressing yourself into the dirt, every instinct screaming at you to remain still. The shouts of the others faded into the distance, swallowed by the jungle until only silence remained. The sudden silence seemed to grow thicker before it was broken by a low, guttural growl that rolled through the air, vibrating in your chest. The sound was primal, and it sent a shiver down your spine. Heavy measured footfalls followed, drawing closer through the undergrowth. Every muscle in your body tightened as the brush parted before you.

Black armour caught the fractured light beneath the canopy, its surface dull yet menacing, etched with wear from countless hunts. A mask, cruelly carved with savage lines, concealed the creature’s face, as his gaze swept over you.

For a long moment, neither of you moved. You and the hunter simply stared at one another before  your lips split into a grin. With a soft groan you pushed yourself upright, every muscle aching from the blast, but your eyes never left him.

“How did I do?” you asked cheekily, reaching out a hand.

His clawed grasp met yours. Despite its size, his touch was careful as he easily hauled you to your feet before brushing the leaves and soil from your hair with a strange gentleness that only you had ever witnessed. A sigh slipped past your lips as you pressed your palm against the black plates of his chest armour, feeling the low rumble of his approving growl resonate beneath your skin.

With his other hand he reached up to remove his mask and your gaze softened at the sight of him.

“They suspect nothing of the part I played,” you murmured, lips grazing the alien ridges of his mandible as you leaned closer, your voice silk against the steel of him. “They’ll be exactly where you want them soon enough.”

His mandibles flared, a softer purr in his throat, that told you he approved and was proud of your success. He pulled you into him with sudden force, and your body melted against his. His towering frame engulfed yours, his arms an unyielding cage that somehow made you feel safe. The scent of earth and blood clung to him, the familiar scent of him had your body relaxing.

The humans had been all too oblivious to the true monster in their midst. You had played your part beautifully, leading them by the nose, herding them like cattle toward the slaughter. You knew the layout of this jungle far better than they ever could. The terrain was a map you had walked a hundred times before, your body remembering the unspoken routes your mate had shown you.

The Berserker… Your Berserker.

The humans called him a monster, a devil cloaked in steel and shadows. His true name—T’varak, “Black Fang” in the guttural rhythm of his language. He was one of the strongest war-leader’s of his kind. Towering over most and brutal by even their standards. He was the one that others, even his own kind feared. But to you, he was far more dangerous than any monster they could imagine. He was yours. Your mate. Your love.

The camp was deeper in the jungle. You followed T’varak through the undergrowth, his towering frame clearing the path without effort.

Two figures waited at the edge of the clearing—hulking, armoured, just as fearsome in their silence. Tracker stood first, the beast at his side shifting restlessly, its glowing eyes locking onto you. For a tense heartbeat the creature’s tusked maw parted in a low growl—then its massive head dipped, as it let out a yip of excitement.

A smile softened your face as you crouched low, extending a hand. Your fingers brushed the ridged plates of its muzzle, the warmth beneath the armor thrumming into your palm. The hound rumbled deep in its chest, the sound almost pleased.

“Still a good boy, aren’t you?” you whispered fondly. The beast’s jaws snapped close to your hand in what passed for affection, sharp tusks flashing before retreating again. Tracker grunted, a short, rumbling sound that carried amusement.

You rose smoothly and turned to the other figure. Falconer’s mask tilted toward you, his head bowing in a mocking flourish as the sleek shape of his drone circled high above the treetops. He had always been the quieter of the two, sharper and more calculating, yet his mandibles flared slightly when he saw you—his equivalent of a smile.

“Falconer,” you greeted, inclining your head with equal mockery. “Still sending your bird to do the hard work for you?”

A rattling click escaped him, his version of a chuckle. Tracker growled something back in their language, teasing, and for a moment the three of you bantered like soldiers reunited after a long campaign. You were not an outsider here—you were family. 

The humans had given them their human names—Tracker, Falconer, Berserker. Titles born of ignorance, stripped down to the barest function and appearance. Yet the nicknames lingered, in a fond joke between you all.

But then T’varak’s shadow fell across you, blotting out the firelight as he loomed. His massive hand slid across your waist in a silent claim. The air seemed to shift with it, the easy camaraderie dissolving in an instant as the others recognized their leader’s need for his mate.

“Enough,” he growled, his voice a rolling thunder that filled the clearing.

Tracker and Falconer exchanged a brief glance before stepping back, their silence respectful, unquestioning. Without protest, they drifted toward the campfire, leaving the two of you alone beneath the canopy’s shroud.

Your mate guided you  toward his shelter, where a nest of furs lay piled high. The walls bore the weight of his trophies—bones, hides, skulls, remnants of kills long past—all woven into a testament of his legacy. The air thick with the musk of him. 

You stripped without hesitation, shedding the thin remnants of clothing until nothing stood between you and the heat of his gaze. When he drew you down into the nest, you went willingly, your body curling into the furs as you watched him strip away his armour piece by piece. Each discarded plate of black metal thudded against the ground until only the gleam of his steel neck plate remained, framing the scarred, brutal expanse of his skin.

Crooking a finger, you sighed in contentment when he finally lowered himself beside you, his weight sinking around you. His mandibles brushed against your throat, grazing over the scar carved there—the mark of his claim.

Your fingers rose, cupping his face, tracing the harsh ridges and lines of him with a tenderness that belonged to no one else. You had memorized every edge, every texture, long ago.

“You hunted well today,” you murmured, though he had not yet spilled blood. Not directly. It was all part of the greater game—the elaborate trap the four of you had woven together through years of practice and perfected deception.

His growl vibrated low against your chest, words torn through the distortion of his broken, guttural voice. “You deceived well.” His head dipped, mandibles ghosting once more across the scar at your throat. The faintest brush of them against your skin made heat stir beneath the surface, and you all but preened under the attention—his focus on you rather than the hunt.

“Mine,” he growled, deeper now, resonant. “Always mine.”

The words were not tender, not in the way humans understood tenderness, but you felt the truth of them in every rumble of his chest, in every careful way his massive hands cradled you. His kind had no need for poetry. Love was not spoken; it was carved into action—in the way he shielded you with his body, in the knowledge that he would slaughter entire worlds if it meant keeping you safe.

Your lips brushed the line of his mandible, and he let out a sound that was not quite a growl, not quite a purr—something that would only ever be meant for you, his mate. The jungle howled outside, alive with the screams of prey and the echo of beasts, but here in the heart of the camp, you curled into him, wrapped in the heat and scent of your mate.

“Take me, mate,” you whispered. “It’s been too long since I’ve felt the pleasure of your touch.”

T’varak let out a low growl as his weight shifted. You whimpered in need when his massive length brushed against your weeping pussy, your body aching to be filled by him.

“Please,” you begged, voice breaking.

“Patience, mate,” he chided, his voice a dark rumble. “Must make sure you are prepared.”

And he did. One long, thick finger slipped down to stroke your folds before pressing carefully into your heat. A sigh escaped your lips as he slowly pumped the digit in and out, mindful of his claws. Soon a second finger joined the first, stretching you further, and by the time a third slid inside you, you were already a trembling mess—whimpering, pleading for his cock.

The sounds filling the tent were obscene, wet squelches with every thrust of his fingers, your breath breaking into desperate gasps. When he finally withdrew, the emptiness made you ache, a hollow burn that had you clenching around nothing. Your gaze snapped to his, transfixed as he brought his slick fingers to his mouth, mandibles twitching as he tasted you. A low rumble rolled through his chest, thick with satisfaction at your flavour.

“You are ready.”

It was the only warning you had before he thrust forward, burying himself inside you in one smooth stroke.

A cry tore from your throat, nails digging into the hard planes of his shoulder as he drove into you, rough and unrelenting. He dominated you in every sense—your body, your breath, your very being. You were certain you were loud enough that Tracker and Falconer could hear every cry and every sharp slap of flesh, but you didn’t care. They would guard the camp, protect the perimeter, while your mate claimed you.

It had been far too long since you’d last had him, longer than you could bear, and the reunion was overwhelming. He felt too good, too deep, every thrust grinding against the place that made your vision blur. Your body trembled as it hovered over the edge, before finally breaking out into violent shudders as you shattered beneath him—screaming your release as pleasure tore through you.

T’varak kept moving, prolonging your orgasm with deep, powerful thrusts, forcing every last ripple of ecstasy from your body. Only when you sagged against him, spent and quivering, did he finally slow—his chest rumbling as he held you close.

Your body lay limp and sated, every muscle relaxed against the furs, but a thought tugged through the haze of pleasure. Your brows furrowed, and you lifted your head to look at him.

“You didn’t finish.”

T’varak gave a low grunt, his hand brushing over your thigh. “You need rest, mate.”

You pushed yourself up, stubborn fire sparking in your chest, and met his gaze with a glare. “I want you. I want you to feel good too.”

“Your pleasure is enough,” he rumbled.

You huffed at his stubbornness. Before he could stop you, you slid down the line of his body until you were face to face with his cock. The sheer size of him never failed to make you hesitate—thick, ridged, and massive compared to anything a human could handle. But tonight, you wanted to taste him. You wanted him undone.

“Please,” you whispered, flicking your gaze up at him with the look you knew he couldn’t refuse. Wide, pleading eyes—the one weakness of your warlord mate. He could command entire hunts, slaughter armies without flinching, but those doe-eyed stares of yours always made him cave.

His answering growl rolled low in his chest, a warning more to himself than to you. You smiled in triumph, your gaze dropping back to his swollen cock. A bead of precum glistened at the tip, and you darted your tongue out to taste it. The flavor was sharp, musky, intoxicating. His hips jerked involuntarily before he forced himself still.

“Do not tease,” he snarled, voice strained.

Your grin widened. And before he could react, you lunged forward, lips parting as you engulfed the tip of him. The stretch burned at first, but the reaction was worth every ache. His entire body went rigid, a shudder tearing through him as he fought the primal urge to thrust deeper into your mouth, to take what you were so freely offering.

Your tongue worked eagerly over the head and ridges of his shaft as you bobbed shallowly, whatever your mouth could not take you stroked with your hands. T’varak’s massive palm settled at the back of your head, his clawed fingers stroking through your hair with surprising gentleness. Low growls and rumbling purrs spilled from his chest, vibrations that told you just how much he relished this.

This ooman act was something he craved from you—something no Yautja female could or would give. He loved the feel of your tongue massaging his sensory bumps, the wet heat of your mouth wrapped around him, sucking greedily. This was not an act for breeding, not a ritual of duty. This was pure pleasure, and it belonged to the two of you.

You gagged slightly as you forced yourself to take him deeper, eyes watering. When you flicked your gaze upward to meet his, his mandibles twitched wide, and the approving purr that rumbled from him made your core clench. Spurred by his reaction, you pushed harder, working past your aching jaw and burning throat, desperate to please him.

You felt the tightening in his body, the subtle tremors that signalled how close he was. But just when you thought you might drive him over the edge, his hand tightened, pulling you off of him.

Any protest died in your throat as he dragged you up against him and, in one brutal motion, impaled you back onto his cock. Your mouth fell open on a sharp gasp, nails biting into his chest as he thrust into you with rough, unrelenting force. His thumb found your clit, circling it with the same brutal rhythm, demanding your release.

Your body broke quickly under him, trembling violently as your walls clamped down around his girth. Pleasure tore a cry from your lips, and the second you shattered, T’varak roared. His thrusts plunged deep as he finally spilled into you, hot and overwhelming, filling you with his release.

You collapsed against his chest, body limp and spent. His arms wrapped around you instantly, holding you close. He did not pull out. Instead, he kept himself buried inside you, plugging you with his cock as his load leaked around the edges of your connection. A content sigh escaped you, your cheek pressed against the broad expanse of his chest as his steady rumble soothed you.

“One day, you shall swell with my pups,” he growled lowly, giving a shallow thrust that forced his seed deeper into you, as though to seal the promise. You whimpered at the overwhelming fullness, but the sound melted into a soft sigh as you pressed a lingering kiss to the broad expanse of his chest.

“Soon,” you whispered, voice heavy with exhaustion and longing. “I missed you.”

“As did I, sweet one.” His reply vibrated through you, a deep, resonant purr as his massive body curved protectively around yours. His arms tightened, an unyielding wall of muscle enclosing you. “Sleep now. You are guarded by my brothers and I.”

You didn’t argue. Safe within the circle of him, you let your body relax, your breathing steady. Tomorrow the hunt would resume. Blood would spill, bones would snap, and the humans would finally learn the truth of what predator truly meant.

But tonight—you were home.

The next day, the hunt was on. Your mate had led you to a clearing where the earth was charred black, scarred by the echoes of old hunts. There, beneath the skeletal remains of twisted trees, he bound you against a thick trunk. The rope was looped haphazardly around your wrists and chest, just tight enough to look convincing, just loose enough that you could slip free in a heartbeat.

With one final purr and nuzzle, your mate vanished back into the jungle’s shadow. Tracker and Falconer melted with him, leaving you alone to play your part, the perfect lure.

An hour crawled by, the silence punctuated only by the distant cries of the jungle. Before you finally heard footsteps. Heavy, cautious, drawing nearer.

Royce and the others broke into the clearing.

Your head sagged forward as if you’d only just come to, hair hanging limp across your face. The sight of you stunned them into silence—several froze mid-step, disbelief written plain across their expressions.

“You—” Isabelle’s voice cracked, shock flaring in her eyes. “You’re alive.”

Nikolai muttered something under his breath, a hurried prayer, the barrel of his machine gun wavering.

But Royce didn’t move. His gaze locked onto you, cold calculation narrowing his eyes. “No,” he said flatly, as his gaze swept the area. “That’s too convenient.”

You raised your head slowly, letting your lashes flutter as though it cost you effort. You wove the ache of feigned exhaustion into every line of your face. “They took me,” you rasped, the hoarseness of your voice wasn’t something you needed to fake. “Dragged me off when everything went to hell. Please—help me.”

The lie lingered in the heavy air. Some of them wanted to believe it—you saw it in the softening of Nikolai’s stance, in the way Isabelle’s lips parted, desperate for hope. But not Royce. He wasn’t fooled. Suspicion burned heavy in his gaze.

“Funny,” he murmured, pacing closer, his boots crunching over brittle ash. “They kill everyone else on sight. But you? They tie up neatly and leave in the open.” He tilted his head, eyes narrowing further. “Almost like bait.”

You let your bottom lip tremble, widened your eyes. “I don’t know—” Your voice cracked, raw and pleading. “Please. Please help me. I don’t want to die.”

“Royce—” Isabelle began, but he cut her off with a sharp flick of his hand.

“No.” His tone was steel, his stare never leaving yours. He stepped closer, looming now, voice dropping low. “All of us were sent here because we’re killers.” The words slid out like a blade. He leaned in, his breath hot with suspicion. “So tell me—who are you really? Because I’m not buying this scared little girl act.”

The others shifted uneasily.  Hanzō’s hand curled tighter around the hilt of his katana, knuckles white. Stans’ jaw flexed, his teeth grinding. Mombasa frowned, his eyes dark with conflict—hope fighting with the gnawing certainty that Royce might be right.

Finally, you sighed. A long, weary exhale that carried not fear, but inevitability.

“Always the smart one,” you murmured, your lips curving faintly. With a flick of your wrists, the ropes slipped free and you let them fall into the dirt at your feet.

The click of safeties echoed instantly. Half a dozen barrels levelled at you, all fingers twitching on triggers.

“Stay where you are,” Royce ordered.

You tilted your head, smirking. “You might want to reconsider that.”

Three crimson dots flared to life, steady against Royce’s chest. A heartbeat later, another found Isabelle. And then Nikolai. The three heaviest hitters of the group.

The air rippled with movement. One by one, colossal shapes broke free from the cloak of invisibility, dropping from the trees with bone-shaking thuds. Tracker emerged first, his beast padding at his side, tusked maw rumbling low. Falconer followed, his drone circling above with a predatory hum. And last came your mate—the Berserker.

Panic erupted. Shouts cracked through the clearing, boots scraping across ash. “Behind you! Move!” Stans roared, wild-eyed.

But you didn’t move.

You didn’t even flinch as T’varak’s shadow swallowed you whole. His arm coiled around your waist in a single, possessive sweep, pulling you flush against the black steel and heat of his body. Instinctively, without thought, you leaned into him. It was as natural as breathing.

A low rumble reverberated in his chest, a sound of possession, of triumph. Your hand lifted, brushing the alien ridges of his forearm, utterly unafraid. You nuzzled into him, earning another growl, softer this time, meant for you alone.

The humans froze. Their weapons trembled, but none fired. Confusion rippled across their faces, horror dawning slow and heavy as the truth began to take shape.

Royce’s voice finally cut through the silence, tight with fury. “You’ve been working for them.”

You smiled, it was cruel and wicked. You were a complete contrast to the docile girl they’d known. Tilting your head back against the towering frame at your back, you let your voice fall soft as silk. “Not for them,” you corrected. “…With them.”

tsu’tey has you shoved back onto a low, moss-covered branch, his massive hands gripping your knees and forcing them wide until the joints ache. he’s huffing, those harsh, animalistic breaths of his hitting your inner thighs as he stares at you. to him, you smell like alien chemicals and soft, warm skin—a scent that’s confusingly sweet and sharp all at once.

"you smell… different," he mutters, his voice a low, jagged rumble. "it is strange. it is not of this world."

he just sinks to his knees between your legs. the scale of him is even more apparent now; his head is nearly as wide as your hips, and when he leans in, he completely eclipses your view of the forest floor. he doesn't start with his tongue. instead, he just breathes against you, his nose buried in your heat as he inhales deeply, trying to map out this new, human scent.

"so much warmth," he growls, the sound vibrating against your sensitive skin.

then, he tastes you. it’s not a gentle lick. tsu’tey is a hunter; he uses his tongue like he’s claiming territory. it’s long, flat, and slightly textured, dragging from the bottom of your opening all the way up to your clit in one slow, wet swipe. you let out a high, broken cry, your fingers tangling in his dark hair as your hips jerk upwards.

"stay," he commands, his voice muffled against you. he hooks his thick, blue fingers into your ass, pulling you even closer to his face until you’re practically draped over his jaw.

he gets greedy then. his tongue is heavy, a blunt pressure that moves with a rhythmic, demanding force. he’s curious, poking and prodding at you, his nose rubbing against your clit as he tries to get even deeper. every time you sob his name, he just growls, a deep-chested sound that you feel in your bones. he’s tasting the "science" out of you, replacing it with the salt and musk of the forest.

"you are so small," he pants, pulling back for a second just to look at the mess he’s made of you. your skin is flushed, slick with his saliva and your own arousal, the bioluminescence of the trees reflecting in the wetness on your thighs. "and you taste... like life."

he dives back in, his pace turning fast and dirty. he’s not just licking now; he’s sucking on you, his jaw wide and trembling from the effort of staying controlled. he uses his teeth—just a graze, a tiny nip that sends a jolt of pure electricity through your spine. he wants to see you break. he wants to hear that loud, human scream echo through the canopy.

when you finally start to shatter, your legs shaking and your back arching off the branch, he doesn't pull away. he presses his face harder against you, his tongue working frantically to catch every drop of your release. he stays there until your heartbeat slows, his breath hot and jagged against your soaking skin, looking up at you with eyes that are dark, blown-out, and utterly possessive.

"now," he rasps, his hand moving to the drawstring of his loincloth, his cock already a heavy, dark shadow against his thigh. "now i see why the dreamwalker is so distracted."