#affa

Eywa doesn't concern herself with human troubles.

You've been in this body for what feels like an eternity now. For some — it'd be a blessing. For you? It's a curse — the goddess playing with you, tormenting you in the most mocking way. 

Because you've never wanted this. Never had the desire to be turned into a Na'vi permanently, and leave your human body behind for an Avatar that you have never felt connected with. You weren't like Jake. You've never found peace on Pandora, never found your people, a family that it'd feel worth dying for. 

So when you got caught and were held hostage by the Mangkwan, it felt like you didn't have anything to lose. They threatened with the worst fate a Na'vi could endure — the cutting of your Kuru, but you didn't care. Eywa had already turned her back on you.

You hoped they'd kill you instead. Do what you had been too afraid to do yourself. Death would’ve been mercy. An escape from the life you had been trapped in. 

But then there was Varang. The clan's Tsahik, whose Kuru was now connected to yours.

From the moment she first looked at you, she saw it. Saw you — the way you never fit the patterns of the Omatikaya, the way you struggled to breathe inside a shape that was never meant to hold you. Where others saw defiance or weakness, she saw survival. 

And when the bond came, it was not Eywa who chose you. It was Varang.

She taught you how to live. Actually live, without Eywa, without people telling you what to do. And you listened to her. Followed her and the fire, gained her trust. You spent nights together in her tent when the rest of the clan was asleep. You’ve never had to pretend around her.

And tonight, you waited until it was dark to sneak into her bed, just like every other night.

"Please—" you gasp, head tipping back while her fingers work inside you, the slick sounds echoing in the quiet.

"Please what?" she asks, slowing her pace purposefully, pumping in and out of you in a cruel movement, causing you to whimper and bite your bottom lip.

"Please… don't stop," you breath, voice full of desperation as your legs shake. You try closing your thighs together, but that's for nothing. Varang holds them apart and only a soft hum leaves her throat at your attempt. "Tsahik—"

"Silence," she commands, shushing you immediately. She curves her fingers just right, hitting that spot inside you, making your vision go white.

"Varang…" you whisper despite her orders, eyes snapping shut, and toes curling. "Please, my love—”

"I said silence!" she yells, and the next second her dagger is right next to your throat, pressing just enough to make your blood go cold. Her fingers keep thrusting into you, and you try to stay as quiet as you can.

"Stupid thing," she hisses "have the Sky People never touched you properly?"

"N—no, Varang…" you gasp. "Just you."

"Urgh—" she spits, and begins moving her hand with more purpose, as if determined to give you the release no one had given you before.

You fail to stay silent, letting moans and whimpers leave your mouth, but it seems like Varang doesn't care anymore. Her eyes are blown wide, gaze fixated on yours, and whenever your eyelids close, you can feel how your connected Kurus intensify the pleasure.

You're aware she feels what you feel. You can't hide from this. From her. 

"Varang, I will not hold much longer," you cry out. Your right hand grasps at the blanket laying beneath you, holding onto it, as your hips follow the rythm of her palm

"Come, my dear. Realease it…” she responds, drawing the dagger away from your neck. „Follow my voice, you can come…" 

You do. The moment you hear her allowance, your walls clench, and release washes through you.

She fucks your cunt through it, fingers never faltering. Your messy moans are music to her ears as orgasm takes over your body, causing her to grin at you mischievously. 

When you come down from the high, your breathing is uneven. You tremble under Varang's gaze and she looks at you for another moment, then her hands reach for you. She takes your own hand in hers, and slides it up her body, higher and higher, guiding your fingers to the edge of her clothing.

"Touch me," she says, eyes locked on yours, as if challenging you to follow through.

Your hand drifts to her hips, fingers toying with the edge of her cloth for a short while before dipping your palm deeper. 

She's already wet and her body responds to your touch with eagerness. She's arching and tilting towards you, seeking more of your touch or any sort of fraction. Whatever would bring more caress.

"Ah," she whimpers, and every sound is followed by another, more needier. "S'good, my sky lover…"

You look up at her with a mix of vulnerability and desire. Her cheeks blush lightly, the moment she notices you staring, almost exposed. You barely move your hand, she's the one doing all the work — riding your fingers to bring herself over that sweet edge. 

You feel how worked up she's getting. Linked, you're able feel her everywhere. You know how close she is, how much she wants this, which only makes your own pussy soaked again.

"You like this?" she asks, smirking. Then reaches for your cunt, and gathers the wetness from it, only to bring it to her mouth to taste. "…Did fucking me got you like this? 

"Y—yes…"

"Then continue," she replies in that dominant tone, brows furrowing. "Show your Tsahik how much you admire her."

You nod, and your fingers curve inside her, feeling her spongy spot. Your palm moves against her lower abdomen, while your thumb finds her clit and caresses it in lazy circles.

"Awh!!" she cries, and the next moment she comes undone on your hand, creaming your fingers.

You barely process what happened, before Varang grabs your hand by the wrist and pulls it towards your lips.

"Open," she orders, and you do it without hesitation. "Taste me."

You stick out your tongue and Varang smears your fingers — covered with her juices — against your tongue, then pushes them deep inside your throat, making you gag.

"Whore." she exclaims, although her other hand rubs your back, patting gently. The only act of approval you'll ever get from her.

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