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Mirisu is much beloved and spoiled, and coincidentally she wasn't before her brother came into her life.

She was born to be nothing but a marriage chess piece. In this world having magic beats gender. If you're a woman with firepower everybody respects you and you immediately become a noble lady with special privileges. On the flip side if you're the daughter of a magical couple......and you're born without magic....you're a dowry and nothing more. You have to sit and watch as the magical ladies get all the praise and riches, while you wash your pretty face and wait for a less important man to buy you.

It's an extra cruel setting I think.

Shitty traditional womanhood and marriage for thee, not for me.

Mirisu found a boy named Darryl on top of a mountain, steps away from a village of frozen corpses. It is the most useful thing Mirisu has ever done. Her parents immediately adopt Darryl, and now their family is perfect. They plan to make Darryl their heir and tool to further expand their power, while Mirisu's budding beauty will provide them more money.

The kids get along great too!

Darryl is scary to most, because his ice powers are hard to control. His emotions activate them. Hugging and touching Mirisu calms him down because they're close. He feels pretty much nothing for his adopted parents, because they're so heartless. Their closeness makes alot of sense. Considering the fact that Mirisu is treated as second class, and Darryl isolated himself for a long time.

He's a good liar because he's not faking. It's more like he's overexaggerating. He loves Mirisu romantically, but he wants her to smother him with cute love in between brutal border defense fights. Mirisu is weak to his cute little brother act because he's the only real family she has ever had, and he takes advantage of that.

Mirisu wants what's best for him. His magical sealing tool isn't perfect. She wants him to mature and control his emotions and marry a perfect magic lady someday.

She plans a fake marriage with Alan, her childhood friend, in order to distance herself from Darryl.

Her plan fails and Darryl eventually spills the truth.

He's been able to control his ice powers for a long time now.

He just wanted Mirisu to cuddle him!

Teehee!

Also he's going to kill her fiance if she doesn't call it off.

But you weren't just skipping across the trees with no worries on your mind, no. You could feel him behind you.

Colonel Miles Quaritch.

The bastard that had been reborn into the skin of your people, now walking among them and, unfortunately, he was now just as fast.

He wasn't chasing you to kill though, he never hunted you to harm you. It was something far more primal that had ignited between you the first time you met. A pull that twisted your gut with equal parts rage and hunger.

You hated him, hated the people he came from and the pain and sorrow he caused. Hated the way his new form mocked the grace of your people, that the world deemed it appropriate to give him a second chance at living.

The humans had invaded your world, lead the war against your kind and he stood proudly at the top, watching it all unfold.

And yet here you were, running, not from his bullets and his evil sky people machinery he fired them carelessy into the canopy with, but from the heat pooling between your thighs while adrenaline pushed your body to climb, jump and slide over damp moss overgrowing the trees.

He was so close, you could even smell him. Your cat and mouse play be damned, he seemed to have memorised the forest a lot more now, being able to follow you easily. This wasn't your first time running from him and it wouldn’t be the last time either.

A low growl rumbled from the branch above and you faltered, your tail lashing in irritation. He was closing in, faster than you would have liked, your pulse spiking.

You dropped to a lower branch, your hands digging into bark and jumping down, grasping a thick liana to swing across a large gap between two trees. Why couldn't you just end it? Snap his neck when he was close to you and be done. The omatikaya would thank you for sure.

But your body betrayed you, your nipples hardening in need against the braided and woven materials of your minimal coverings, your pussy clenching at the thought of his rough hands on you.

Without looking back, you took a leap, landing on a large leaf that bent under your weight. It made you slip easily onto the mossy ground. You rolled over to feather your drop, swiftly standing up and looking around you. Your eyes darted back and forth to spot him, but all you saw was the colour of lush green plants.

A few viperwolves called in the distance, prolemuris swung by the vines, but other than that, the forest was quiet.

Had he...lost track of you?

You straightened up carefully, your breath coming out in short pants. You took a cautious step back while you looked into the tree line, desperate to find just a blur of blue in your vision.

Silence stretched and you actually started to believe you were able to shake him off. You should be glad, but a weird sense of disappointment weighted on your chest, your ears dropping while your heart tried to calm again.

Suddenly, a snap in the undergrowth.

You barely had time to react before he lunged, his hand clamping around your ankle like a vice. You twisted, kicking out with your other leg, but he yanked hard, pulling you down into the ferns with him.

You both hit the ground rolling, snarling as you came up to swing a punch into his face, your fist connecting with his jaw. As he finally had you pinned on your back, he laughed, a deep and guttural sound that vibrated through your bones, blood trickling from his busted lip. The sight made you wetter than you already were.

"Gotcha" he rasped, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes locked on yours with that intensity that made you want to part your thighs. "You can't outrun me, Sugar. Thought you knew that by now" he teased.

That made you lunge forward again with a pissed off growl, tackling him to the mossy earth, your tail flicking behind you in irritation.

Quaritch looked up at you with wide eyes, clearly not expecting your bold move. But how would he ever complain if he had a hot little thing perched on his lap like this?

Your thighs straddled his hips as you clawed at his chest. You ripped the tank off his body, revealing his well build torso, your eyes zeroing in on his pecs. Ugh, you had missed these babies. And his scent, too. You shamelessly brought the torn fabric to your nose, deeply inhaling the sweat that had soaked into the material while he chased you.

Fuck, that smell. You had enough dignity in you to not whine like a little bitch in heat as his musk filled your nostrils. A smug grin adorned his lips "Dirty girl" he chuckled with that lazy grin that made you want choke the living daylights out of him while shoving your tounge down his throat at the same time.

Quaritch didn't let you stay on top of him for long. He bucked up, flipping you effortlessly while you were distracted, his weight slamming you into the soft moss underneath you. Dirt smeared across your arms, mixing with the sweat beading on your skin. He pressed you flat on your back by your sternum while his other hand unbuckled the weapon belt around his hips.

He carelessly threw it aside into the grass before his head dipped down, his breath hot against your neck as he ground his hard cock against your core.

"Fuck you" you hissed, arching up to bite at his shoulder, not enough to break skin, tasting the salt and sweat that slicked his neck. Your hips rolled against him, though you would never admit just how voluntarily the action was, seeking the friction, the thick ridge of him pressing through his pants against your soaked folds.

"Yeah?" he growled, nipping at your pierced ear, his teeth pulling at the rings dangling from your lobe, his voice rough with need. "That's exactly what I'm gonna do. Gonna fuck that attitude right out of you, Sugar. Doesn’t suit you"

You thrashed beneath him, but you couldn’t even call it half hearted, your body craving the invasion of his cock even as your mind screamed betrayal to your clan.

Quaritch sat back on his heels "But first" he started, hooking a finger under the threads that held your loincloth on your hips. Your eyes raked over his body, the smooth lines of his abs that flexed with every movement while he settled over you. You had to fight yourself not to moan at the sight. "I want to return the favor" with that, he teared away the beaded fabric with a sharp rip, exposing your dripping pussy to the cool air. You gasped, your legs spreading wider despite everything, the heat of his gaze making you throb.

He groaned as he watched your clit peak from under its hood, swollen and puffy, pulsing in need when his touch ghosted over your skin. "Look at that cute little clit" he mused as his thumb smeared your slick over the nub, relishing in the way you bucked into his hand.

"Seems to me she needs some lovin', huh?" his grin was enough to make you hiss at him, baring your fangs, but that was quickly wiped off your face when he circled your clit, pleasure licking up your belly.

You hated how easily he played you, his finger moving in the exact speed and pressure you needed to get close within seconds. You were gasping, body arching and rolling into his touch, more than you usually did. "Oh yeah, that’s the spot, isn't it? Been a while for you" he chuckled. If you weren't so horny, you would have slapped him for sounding so condesending.

While his thumb continued to rub your clit in circles, his fingers dove in without much resistance, two thick digits plunging into your wetness, curling to hit that spot that made stars burst behind your eyes. He knew exactly where to find it and he was smug as hell about it.

Still, you moaned, loud and unashamed, the sound echoing through the trees. He pumped them hard, thumb circling your clit with brutal precision. Your face was pulled tight with pleasure, and the way his forearm was flexing with the movement, a delicious vein curling under his skin, it made your stomach do flips. It was stupidly attractive to you, his biceps working to make you cum.

His free hand shoved his pants down just enough to free his cock. It sprang out, heavy and veined like his arms, the tip already leaking thick, pearly pre cum you craved to have inside you. He was stroking himself in time with the thrusts of his fingers working you open.

"Missed me, eh?" he taunted you again, voice thick with lust. "So fucking wet for me. You might see me as the enemy, but I don't think this pussy's got the message yet" it was almost embarrassing how wet you were, the squelching sounds obscene every time he pushed inside.

"Can you shut up for a second?" you snapped, but it came out as a whine, your hips lifting eagerly to take him deeper and fueling his ego further.

You hated how right he was, how no one else could fill you like this, stretch you until you shattered. Your hand found his braid and fisted it, yanking him down by the queue so you could capture his mouth in a bruising kiss that would hopefully silence him for a while, teeth clashing and tongues battling for control between mingling breaths and shared groans.

He withdrew his fingers with a wet pop, smearing your juices along your thigh as he pushed it to the side, before gripping his cock by the base and lining it up with your entrance.

One thrust was all it took and he buried himself to the hilt, the burn of the pleasurable stretch making you cry out. He groaned, closing his eyes tightly as your wetness closed around him, head dropping to your shoulder. You felt his hot breath against your shoulder, his hips snapping forward in a punishing rhythm from the start.

"Goddamn, can't go without this pussy" he grunted, pulling back to slam in again, the slap of skin on skin sounding through the forest. Quaritch felt your body melting into him, your muscles relaxing as the pleasure you craved rushed through your body, your thighs falling apart even further without him having to force it. There was no denying it, you missed this. The sex, his cock, the passion. And...him. Just him, you missed it.

"Now we're getting along, huh? When I'm buried inside this sweet cunt" he moaned, his voice lacking that teasing tone, proving he was also not unaffected by all of this.

You wrapped your legs around his trimmed waist, heels digging into his lower back to urge him to go deeper, faster. Sweat dripped from his brow onto your breasts, your nipples pebbling as his bare chest rubbed against them with every thrust. You raked your nails down his back, drawing pearls of his blood that only made him fuck you harder, like the sting was fueling his desire even further.

"I hate you" you gasped, even as pleasure coiled tight in your belly, your pussy gushing around his cock eagerly "Hate how you make me feel... like this."

Quaritch chuckled deeply, one hand sliding up to rip your top away to free your tits, cupping your breasts and pinching your nipples until you arched into him. "Wish I could believe you, Cupcake. You love my cock splitting you open. Bet you touch yourself thinking about this when I'm not around, don't you? Fingering that greedy pussy and wishing it was me."

His words sent a fresh wave of heat through you, especially since they carried the raw truth behind them, and you clenched around him deliberately, making him curse under his breath.

He shifted, hooking one of your legs over his shoulder before dipping back down, folding you in half as he drove deeper, the angle hitting your cervix with each brutal thrust. Your moans turned into screams, the pressure building unbearably in your abdomen.

"Yes- fuck, right there!" you yelled, your hands reaching desperately for his face. You pulled him down, lips trailing open mouth kisses along his jaw, your tounge tasting the slick on his skin, before you reached his mouth. He reciprocated, mouth latching onto your lips, sucking on your top lip before his tounge dipped inside, circling around yours with a hot moan.

His pace was relentless, your bodies slick and sliding against the other fluidly, breaths ragged in the humid air as you both pulled back from the deep kiss. His eyes were half lidded as he looked down at your face, his pupils blown and his mouth agape, your lips connected by a string of saliva.

For a moment, he just stared. Then his lashes fluttered and his head tipped forward, the flat bridge of his nose brushing yours in a soft gesture. Your heart soared into your throat with an emotion you should never feel for someone like him, and you couldn't help the way you nuzzled him back, the intimate and gentle motions tearing a sob from your throat.

You could feel every inch of him carving into you, the ridge of his cockhead dragging along your sensitive walls and his balls that were just begging to flood your pussy slapped against your ass. You reached between you with a trembling hand, pressing your nose against his with a moan while you rubbed your clit furiously.

"Pretty girl, touching yourself on my dick" he tsked, voice strained while he pulled back slightly, making you whine in disappointment as the close proximity between you was lost "But that’s my job, baby. Just relax and let me do all the work" he cooed and reached down, fingers finding your clit, rubbing in tight circles that had you seeing spots.

Your back arched with a whine, the most beautiful sound if you asked him. You always got so tight when you approached the edge, he was barely able to pull out of you properly. "Cum for me" he ordered, voice a low rumble. "Milk my dick with that snug little pussy. Show me how much you need it."

You shattered quickly after that, your orgasm crashing over you like rocks falling over a cliff, cunt spasming around him as you wailed his name into the trees, the wind carrying the sound.

Quaritch didn't stop, not even when your legs began shaking, pounding you through it and prolonging the bliss until tears pricked your eyes and your voice began to get hoarse. Only then did he pull out, flipping you onto your stomach with ease, but also unexpectedly gentle, holding your hips up.

"Brace yourself, Sugar. Haven't gotten my fill yet" he snarled, spitting on your pussy before thrusting back inside, the new angle making you sob with overstimulation.

His hand gripped the base of your tail, using it like a leash to pull you back against him with every thrust, the sensation sending jolts straight to your core. You back curved and you pushed back, meeting his thrusts, ass jiggling with the force. He slapped the soft flesh, gripping it to pull your cheeks apart and watch himself disappear into your hole over and over.

"You're such a slut for this" he taunted, one hand coming down to smack your cheek, a bit harder this time, the sting blooming over your skin "Arched like a bitch in heat. Can't get enough of my cock, can you? Say it."

You were already creaming all over his dick, might as well just make him happy and admit it. Not that you still had resistance and dignity in you anyway "Fuck... I need it" you confessed through gritted teeth, hating the truth but chasing the pleasure he brought you. "Only you make me cum like this. Can't cum without your cock"

He groaned at your sweet babbling, his pace faltering for a second as he fought the urge to praise you, before redoubling his efforts, hips snapping with wet, obscene sounds.

His fingers dug into your hips, leaving bruises you would see and feel for days, markings you would have to carefully cover up to not raise suspicion as to why you sneaked away from the clan every few days before the eclipse.

"That's right, baby" he panted, leaning over you, his chest flush to your back, lips starting to brush from your neck down your spine in hot, open mouth kisses. You gasped at the sensation, curling your spine against his lips while goosebumps exploded over your back.

The way he was worshipping your body told you everything he couldn't put into words, that the feelings were mutual, that he laid awake in his sad sterile quarters back at Bridgehead, tugging on his cock, being unable to cum if you weren't bouncing on it. "You're not alone, cupcake. I'm pussy whipped for this tight little hole." He rasped, nibbling on your shoulder "Can't think straight when I'm buried in you, got me addicted"

The confession let something warm spread not only through your core, but also your ribcage, and you ground back against him. You looked over your shoulder right at him- "Cum inside me, Miles" the combination of your sexed out face and the breathless tone of your voice as you moaned his name with all of your chest- you had never said his name, much less in such a way, and not even a thousand thanators would have been able to stop him from cumming right this second.

He wrapped a hand around your neck from behind and angled your head upwards, back to him, capturing your lips in a kiss. He was soon after spilling deep inside you, hot cum flooding your womb. You followed again, the sensation tipping you over, milking every drop from him as your body trembled and seized.

But it wasn't over. He gently released you and pulled out with a hiss, cum leaking down your thighs and into the grass. You were still trying to catch your breath when he rolled you onto your back once more, softly shushing your cries from your body being sore.

"You got me chasin' you through this hellhole just for a taste, let me savor every minute of it, yeah?" he cooed and slid back inside, slow this time, enjoying the resistless slide into your pussy. You mewled, your head tipping back against the moss while your hands snaked around his neck.

The ache in his kuru intensified with every thrust. He had tried to ignore it, like he always did, but today it seemed unbearable.

The glowing tendrils were twitching under the hairs, slithering from between their braid as if seeking something. It pulsed in time with his racing heart, a deep, insistent pull that made his abdomen tighten even further. You must have felt it too.

You rocked together, limbs tangled, slower but no less intense, your breaths mingling as you kissed lazily "Why do you do this to me?" you whispered against his lips, even as you clenched around him.

"Because I can't stop" he admitted, thrusting deep. "You're in my head all the time. Hate it, but fuck if it doesn't feel right."

He hooked your ankles over his shoulders again, this time both legs, thrusting down into a press. Your tits bounced softly with each impact, his mouth dipping low to suck one nipple.

The craving was dizzing now, a hollow need that mirrored the one between your legs. Tsaheylu, the sacred bond, reserved for mates, for life. Not for this, not for the enemy who killed your people without batting an eye.

"Please" he begged suddenly, his voice rough and desperate, a stark contrast to his usual dominance while his pace was faltering. He may haven't known why he begged, why everything in his head screamed for one thing, but he knew that this time he wouldn’t ignore it.

As he looked down at you, his face inches from you, you had never seen eyes more pleading. Still, you shook your head, even as pleasure coiled tighter, your orgasm building from the tender pounding you recieved "Can't...I can't-"

He sobbed your name then, the urgency piercing through your chest. His plea tugged at something deep, sharing the ache in your kuru that begged to be sated.

Why did it feel like death without it? Like your souls were fraying at the edges, incomplete. His cock dragged along your walls, the head nudging your cervix, and you clenched hard around the intrusion. But it wasn't enough.It never had been enough without it.

"I- I..." you swallowed thickly. His hands came up to cup your face, his breath fanning over you skin even as he pressed his forhead to yours. He yearned for it, so much, he feared he wouldn’t survive.

His eyes found yours, glassy and so intense it stole your breath. "Please...please" he whispered, the sound grating against his throat. "Please, baby. I-"

His next words shattered you.

"I see you"

Your hand reached up to touch his jaw, tears dwelling in your eyes. Your other hand reached for his braid and bundled it up with yours, holding it between you.

"I see you, Miles Quaritch" you were trembling, guiding your queue to his. The tendrils met, wrapping around each other in an instant. Tsaheylu snapped into place, explosive and overwhelming. Your eyes hollowed out with the black of your pupils, a gasp tearing from your throat as pure sensation flooded you, the tears finally falling.

It was everything and more.

His pleasure echoed yours, amplified tenfold, the raw hunger in his mind crashing into your own. You felt his desperation, the way your walls gripped him from his perspective, the tight heat driving him mad.

Your emotions tangled. Hate, need, fear- love,pouring through the bond, making every thrust feel like your nerves had been dipped in liquid ecstasy.

"Oh Eywa" you whispered, crying shamelessly, the connection so intimate it bordered on pain. His cock felt huge now, every vein pulsing through the bond, your sweet gasps syncing as he started thrusting rhythmically again, faster but even deeper, savoring the unity.

"Yes- fuck, yes" he moaned, eyes locked on yours, pupils blown wide. The bond let you feel his awe, the way your pussy felt like home, squeezing him relentlessly. His thumb was stroking over your cheek as he leaned in to kiss you softly, a tenderness beneath the primal need.

You pulled him onto you further, your nails scraping over the cropped black hair on his scalp, sending shivers down his spine that you felt in your own. "Miles" you breathed against tounge.

You felt his obsession, the way your body utterly enslaved him, mirroring your own addiction. Visions danced behind your eyelids when he would think of you during his duties as a colonel, when not only his body longed for you, but also his heart.

You pulled back from his lips softly to reattach your mouth to his neck, drinking down his sweat and biting into the tender point where his neck and shoulder connected, drawing blood. He growled deeply, his cock swelling against your cervix. You could feel the jolt of the pain echo back to your clit.

His hips were snapping faster now, cum dripping from where you joined, your arousal coating his balls, slapping wetly.

The pressure built, explosive through the bond, and you came together with a cry so loud it scared a few tetrapterons in the distance, fluttering distressed over the canopy.

Your were cumming in a way that had every muscle in your body seizing and cramping. You weren't able to control anything anymore, couldn't even moan sexily if you wanted to. You could only wail and tremble all over, milking his cock as he flooded you, hot spurts painting your insides.

The shared release ripped through you both, even Quaritch was trembling, eyes locked in wide eyed wonder like he had just seen the secrets of the universe, watching fat tears spilling down your cheeks from the sheer intensity.

He didn't pull out, staying buried deep imside you until his cock stopped throbbing.

Slowly, he lowered your tensed body to the ground so you would relax and lay flat again. His hands roamed softly now, tracing your sides, cupping your breasts as he kissed your forehead, the genteless making your heart beat out of your chest, especially when he sighed softly while nuzzling your temple with his nose.

But as the aftershocks faded, doubt crept in.

What had you done? Mated with the enemy, bound your soul to a sky demon! The very man that wanted the olo'eyktan of your clan and his family dead.

If Jake discovered this, knew that you were mated under the eyes of eywa, you'd be outcast from the forest, losing that very part of your soul forever.

He sensed it, of course, the bond betraying your inner turmoil as your blissful tears turned into sad ones. "Hey" he murmured, cock softening inside you but not pulling out just yet, his thumb wiping your tears. 'Wasn't a mistake. Felt right, didn't it?" he asked you, trying to place the whirlwind of emotions that coursed through him thanks to you.

You grimaced softly, pulling your kururs away from each other and breaking the bond. You would be a liar if you said the loss didn't affect you, but you turned your head away with a sigh.

Something broke in Quaritch.

It never felt like this after having sex with you. Usually, he'd help you clean up before you vanished into the trees with a challenge he wouldn’t catch you this easily next time. Though you always let him win the chase.

For a moment he didn't know what to do. This was foreign, today had changed everything.

He almost slapped himself with the way his ears pearked up and his tail swayed slightly with happiness as you pulled him to lay down next to you, snuggling into his bare sweaty chest while he wrapped his arms around you.

His musk enveloped you, helping to clear your thoughts, though the doubt still lingered, a shadow in your mind that wouldn’t leave even after he gently stroked the back of your head.

Was this the biggest mistake you could have made? Or was this the path Eywa had chosen for you all along?

Sleep had already pulled him under while your eyes began to flutter. You were moments away from closing your eyes when something out of the corner of your vision caught your attention.

At first you couldn't make out what it was, but as it came closer, carried by the faint breeze that made the leaves flutter, you gasped.

The atokirina grazed Quaritchs biceps softly with its tendrils, wandering over his arms that were slung around you tightly, the seed dipping low to kiss your forehead, before disappearing into a clearing behind you.

You released the breath you were holding, your heart soaring into your throat.

Maybe you weren't as doomed as you thought, maybe this would work out, even if you didn’t know the future yet. But at last, sleep claimed you.

And maybe, just maybe, you were dreaming of a future in which Quaritch truly learned to see the beauty of this world and live his life sharing them with you.

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