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Growing up around humans influenced you in a lot of ways: the way you speak, the way you move and the way you show affection. These ways changed since you're now back to Pandora and to the na'vi culture.

"Some flowers? Mh maybe... I could cook something"

You didn't mean to eavesdrop, but Anqa's rambling caught your attention while you were walking into the resistance base.

"Is it someone's birthday soon?" You asked full of curiosity

"Ah! Tamtey, no no- it's nothing really... It's just... Tomorrow is gonna be San Valentine's day" she admitted scratching the back of her head

You already helped Anqa with Priya in the past, you found comfort in knowing that your friends were full of love

"Oh I remember hearing about it in TAP! Some soldiers chitchatted about it but I never really understood what it is about..." you pouted thinking

"It's just a human tradition, we celebrate love, usually with gifts" Anqa explained to you patiently

Oh, love

So'lek

He's the only person that comes up to your mind, So'lek.

It's been months since you started to court each other, at the beginning cautiously until it became something natural that anyone could see; it didn't take long before it was "official", even if you didn't mate through tsaheylu or indulged in anything physical, you were each other's mate. It was a silent path, one that you both choose to walk together, slowly, with your own pace.

"Tamtey? Tamtey, are you listening?" Anqa snapped you out of your thoughts

She asked for your help with a gift for Priya, ofc you did help, that's what you always did.

You found yourself thinking about the humans' tradition during the day,

It could be fun

Why not?

So before you realized it, you found yourself wandering in the forest, searching for plants, fruits, meats... Anything that you could make into the perfect gift.

"Tamtey? I'm heading back home" So'lek's voice echoed in your ear through the com

Home, his hideout, or better your hideout

A place hidden in the fluctuating mountains where you were now used to spend your time, your days and nights.

"Ma So'lek, I'm coming late, I'm... Helping with some tech" you lied sheepishly, but he didn't question you, he never doubted you

You gathered everything that you needed: his favourite foods, some waving materials and dyes from the Aranahe. Flying back to So'lek you hid everything up on the hideout, where you hoped he couldn't find it.

You entered the cave, tail swishing happily to finally be with him and to have gathered everything you needed

"Ma' Tamtey" his deep voice reached you gently, his arms enveloped you from behind

You melted into his touch, muscles relaxing, body leaning into his

"So'lek" you purred sweetly

You turned around remaining in his grasp, his hands slid to the lower part of your back caressing it. You put your arms around his neck, a warm smile spread on your face, his face buried in the nape of your neck inhaling your scent

"I... Missed you" he admitted, not embarrassed, just uncertain about sharing his softer side

"I missed you too" your lips grazed his ear making it twitch lightly

The smell of Fruity Egg Fry reached your nose, your stomach reacted immediately with a loud sound that made both of you giggle. The rest of the night was slow, gentle, you ate together what he prepared and you talked about his day, the next missions and even of some drama you heard through the clans. When he fell asleep you cautiously sneak out to go marinate the meat you previously hunted during the day, you then reached for the materials you gathered and started to wave a complex chest piece. It took you so long, your hands cramping while the first lights of the day started to lighten the sky. You looked at the final result and tiredly smile, a proud satisfaction spread in your chest.

You hid everything, sneaking inside you found him already awake, he was preparing some herbal infusion. You tensed, the fear of being caught and couldn't make a proper surprise washing over your like a cold waterfall

"you didn't sleep tonight" he said calmly, you couldn't really understand if he was mad or he suspected anything

He stood up and and walked to you, the wooden cup full of infusion in his hand

"perhaps, this could help..." he interrupted you before you could say anything

His eyes softly looked at you, his hand caressed your tense neck and shoulder. You took the cup in your hand almost whispering a soft irayo(thanks) before you took a sip, the warm liquid relaxed your muscles instantly. Your first instinct was to apologize, you left him alone without any explanation, even if you were making something for him.

"Rest a bit, I'll go patrolling for a couple of hours" his nose brushing against your forehead before he left a soft kiss on it

You finished the infused drink while he headed out with Iley, your body finally allowed to rest collapsed on the hammock next to the low fire.

When you woke up you didn't find So'lek waiting for you, but you found a basket full of your favourite fruits. You wore your prettiest pieces, the soft colorful material enveloped every curve of your body showing more of what you were used to show.

Is this too much?

You frowned and looked at your reflection in the water, shining beads adorned your hair, the armband he gifted you months ago complimented your eyes perfectly with the light paint you put on your face and body.

"Tamtey can you come? We need some help with the kinglors" Teylan voice reached you through the com

Sure, you couldn't say no.

The moment you arrived at the Home tree you felt like more eyes were directed to you, you've always been used to curious gazes because of your clan, but this was different. The trip to the forest wasn't too long, you accompanied the Kinglors back to the forest safely; when you arrived back to home tree you didn't expect to find him, but Eywa apparently had her tricks to make your paths intertwine.

When his gaze fell on you he froze, the light of the day shading to the dark of the night, the fire reflected on your skin harmoniously making the beads shine and your eyes warm. Since the first day he met you, he tought you were beautiful, but now this was different, you looked almost ethereal in his eyes. He exhaled deeply the air he didn't realize he was holding, his eyes wandering over your skin, your bioluminescent pattern shone softly adorning your body perfectly

"Ma' So'lek! What are you doing here?" you walked to him feeling a hint of shyness

The way he looked at you burned your skin, you didn't mean him to see you there, it was a moment you wanted to share alone with him

"I... Brought some materials the clan needed" he stuttered, his mind focused on you and nothing else

"It is late now, you should go" Nefika's voice caught both of you by surprise

Her eyes shimmered, a knowing smile on her lips like she could see the tension between you two.

The ride home was quiet, Telisi and Iley gently flying through the dawn's lights. When you arrived you felt a little disappointed, you should have been home earlier and cooked the Sweet Meat Roast before he arrived, a surprise.

"Nga Lu... Narlor(you are... Beautiful)" his voice was warm, you ears twitched back for the unexpected words

You turned around slowly with a small pout in your lips, his brows furrowed and he leaned closer, his hand caressed your waist gently with a tighter grip than usual

"What is it?" He asked tilting his head

"No it's... Nothing" you tilted you head away trying to hide your pout, but he knew better

He put two fingers under your chin forcing your head towards him, his eyes stared into yours, demanding for an answer

"it's... It had to be a surprise" you whine, ears twitching back lightly "for San Valentine's day" you huffed feeling childish

"who is Valentine?" His brows furrowed, his fingers gently caressed your jaw "and why is it his day?"

"No- it's.. ugh. It's a... Human thing, a tradition of celebrating love" your eyes drifted away, a warm purplish color tinted your cheeks from embarrassment

He hummed, assimilating the new information.

You took a step back, already feeling stupid for just thinking about it being a good idea, you turned around making him face your back. He took a step forward, one of his hand closed gently around your wrist, the other slid on your stomach pulling you closer to him. His tail swished rhythmically behind his back in a slow curious way, his fingers grazing the thin material of your top piece that cascade on your stomach

"a surprise, you said?" a soft and low purr escaped his lips, the warmth of his body spreading to yours

Your stomach made a flip, shrivers run down your spine and the back of your thighs. Anticipation? Desire? Love?

You nodded with a small hum, your mouth felt surprisingly dry and the room extremely warm. His arms tightened around you, his forehead resting on your shoulder

"how often does humans celebrate this... Valentine's day?"

"I think, uh, once a year" your tail thumping nervously against his legs

"mh... That's a shame, if it means I can see you wearing this pretty srä (clothes) we should celebrate every day"

Oh, oh

His head tilted, his warm breath hit your neck with a slow rhythm. His lips grazed your skin, your breath hitched, one of your hand hold one of his that was laying on your abdomen.

"So'lek" a gentle plea

His hands slowly turned you around fo face him, his deep golden eyes were half lidded with a warmth you never saw before. It was like a magnet, you felt this deep instinct and need to feel him closer, as close as possible. It happened that you kiss before, gentle kisses exchanged during quiet nights, eclipses spent sleeping hugged, but this felt different. This kiss was messy, hungry, needed. His lips crushed against yours, his hands flying to your body, one hand on the back of your neck pulling you as close as possible, the other one grabbing your hips pushing your warm skin against his. You whined lightly, surprised but not disappointed in any way, your hands intertwined in his hair, the warmth in your body spreading dangerously from your chest. His tongue gently pressed against your lips, so this was new, the kiss now more intimate, more feverish.

He pulled back inhaling deeply, trying to regain some composure and do not let the hunger win him over. When he looked at you he had to hold back: you were panting, glossy eyes staring at him, hair messy and lips wet.

Beautiful, perfect.

You took a few seconds to regain a lil of composure

"That's... That's not the surprise tho" you said with a shy playful smirk

So'lek tilted his head, now confused? You bit your lip with a smile and took his hand guiding him where you actually hid the presents you made for him.

"Close your eyes" before he could say anything you insisted "cloose!" He obliged, the shadow of a smile on his face

You happily put the recipe your prepared into the cooking station before walking back to take the top piece you carefully made during the night.

The delicious smell started to spread in the room, So'lek remained with his eyes closed, his chest warming at the idea of you secretly preparing all this for him

"now you can open them"

He opened his eyes, in front of him a beautiful top piece waved with a fine technique, his eyes widened, his hands took it from you gently studying at it. So'lek has always worn his vest, the dog tags hanging on it remembering him the path he once choose; but now he had this in his hands. He could see the little details, the beads and the fabric meticulously waved together, you put your whole heart into it, for him.

"you don't have to wear it if you don't like it" your voice sounded small, a lil insecure

His eyes slid to you, the way you were nervously fidgeting with your fingers, the anxious twitch of your tail

"I will wear it proudly yawne(beloved)"

It was something hot, almost physical, thrumming constantly beneath his blue skin stirring dangerously with his urge for dominance. It was what he called hate, revenge—so raw, perverse that it had become a necessity. From it came the blindness that kept him awake with every memory of his failure at Sully’s hands, a direct affront to his wounded pride. It was there that his rage found strength in control, in the urgency to prove that Miles was still the one set the pace. But unfortunately, on Pandora, everything intensified; this new body responded differently—more sensitive, more violent—as if every breath made him more impulsive, cruel... hungry.

The climate of the Mangkwan people awakened exactly that: more hate, heavy as armor. It was no longer an explosive anger; it was something far deeper, cultivated with who had gleefully joined his quest for revenge. But joy was something denied there. Everything was so lifeless, gray, colorless, trapped in a suffocating heat that mirrored every feeling he pondered internally. It was something in the air that felt strange; perhaps it was the metallic scent, or the ash that constantly drifted across the sky, making everything even denser. It was hard to name, but it stirred buried emotions.

Hate remained in control, but it wasn't alone. Beneath it, something more primal began to stir—slow and inevitable, like a body responding before the mind could grant permission. An addictive feeling that ignited like fire deep within him every time he caught a glimpse of you... always lurking like a functional shadow, with those lifeless eyes devoid of empathy, moving only when necessary, stopping when you wasn't called. You was helpful only in form, never in spirit. And that very "non-gesture" sparked a biological call within him—a primary need that didn't obey military logic or the discipline of the hate that had blinded him for so long. The predator in him remained alert, aware that his senses were adjusting to a different kind of survival, a different kind of prey that whetted a new kind of hunger.

Miles recognized the sensation from afar—not by practice, but by memory—like someone who understands the meaning of something before experiencing it. There was a constant restlessness, a strange heat in his lower abdomen that didn't ask for violence or immediate action, only presence... constant, irritating, exposing his deepest instincts and pushing him to complete cycles he hadn't chosen. He was like a juvenile organism learning to respond to its own internal workings. He wasn't ignorant—just physically inexperienced in that body—and every time you was near, that sensation organized itself, gaining direction. It was as if your body were the food he craved: graceful yet firm. Your hips were light, like a wind blowing in his direction, carrying an irresistible scent that made his mouth water and his body sweat with thoughts that flourished so suddenly they bypassed any restraint he tried to impose.

Like your presence cut through the air of the yurt like a sudden change in pressure. Suddenly, you was there—standing at the entrance, observing his naked body without haste or a trace of shyness. Miles, lying on the furs, remained motionless. His blue skin, still marked by the day’s heat, looked relaxed, but he noted with contained irritation and raw satisfaction the reason you was there, written all over you somberly beautiful face. Your gaze lingered over him as your made yourself at home, prowling the yurt Varang had granted him, as if the place were already known to you.

Without permission, you approached. Your steps were too light for such a brutal environment. Your fingertips felt like feathers against his chest, sliding up to his kuru, from the base to the end of the queue. It was as if something profoundly wrong—and inevitable—had been triggered. It wasn't a caress; it was a recognition. A brief, firm touch, too intimate to be innocent. Miles’s body responded before he could react, and suddenly there was a soft, low chuckle permeating the place. His senses sharpened with aggressive clarity as he looked at you, searching for answers.

— "Mhm... it works," You said simply, keeping your r fingers there a moment longer than necessary.

The silence that followed was heavy. Miles understood in that instant what your meant... how could he not, when his length was visibly hard? It was his body—inexperienced but alert—already knowing exactly what that proximity signified. Miles didn't pull away.

On the other way around—his fingers closed calmly around yours; they were too thin, too cold, too na'vi compared to his five human fingers. The difference didn't go unnoticed. He felt it. He liked it. The realization came with a strange sense of a silent satisfaction, as if that detail were one more proof that this new body still carried something old, something that knew exactly what it was doing.

And with that, he pulled you, Not with force—but enough to break the distance you maintained by choice, not out of fear. And when you sat there, in his lap, there was a certain type of restraint he had only felt when he was still human; and that restraint was too much to maintain a mask of neutrality. Your weight against his body and his hardness made the air feel even denser. Miles kept his gaze fixed on yours, attentive to every micro-reaction, every involuntary adjustment of your posture, every second longer you took to move away.

— "You walk in without warning..." his voice came out low, raspy with something other than exhaustion. "Touch what you shouldn't..."

His thumb slid slowly over your knuckles. A small, calculated gesture.

— "...it's not just curiosity!"

There was a smirk there. Not kind, nor too provocative; just aware. Miles wasn't lost in the sensation—he was testing limits, as he always had, only now the battlefield was different. His body reacted, but his mind remained sharp, observing how you breathed differently, how you didn't get up, how you didn't release his hand. — "Cause you sat down," he added, leaning in a bit more. "So you know exactly what you came looking for."

The silence that followed wasn't empty; it was your loud, somewhat innocent laugh—but of innocence, there was none in her. And that made him smirk his ears perked at the sound of your shrill, somber giggle, which for a single instant made him understand why Jake betrayed his own race. A little thing, so feigned innocent, could make anyone lose their mind. Your laughter dissolved slowly, like hot smoke in the stifling air of the yurt. You was in no hurry to answer when tilted your head slightly, studying his face too closely, like someone considering something they’ve already decided to possess—they just haven't said it out loud yet.

— "Curiosity..." Your repeated, dragging out the word, almost tasting it. "It is what you tawtute call it when you don't want to admit something else."

Your fingers moved slightly, not to pull away, but to settle deeper into his hand, as if that contact had been accepted long ago. Your gaze didn't drop immediately; it stayed locked on his, testing if he would look away first. He didn't.

— "Varang said you were dangerous," You continued, in a tone far too casual for the moment. "But she didn't mention you being... interesting."

You leaned in closer, until the distance vanished entirely as you settled over him, straddling him without hesitation or excuse. It wasn't a delicate seduction; it was a silent challenge.— "And now," You added, her voice low, almost intimate, "I wanted to see if what woke up inside you..."

A brief, sharp, conscious look dipped down to his naked body, already knowing exactly the effect you was having.

— "...can easily quench the fire inside me."

The silence that followed was pure provocation; an action that made Miles lean in first by instinct, not by haste. There was something almost restrained in the gesture, as if part of him were still observing from the outside, considering his own decision even as he executed it. But when their lips met again, there was no rehearsed delicacy now. There was weight. Heat. A silent impact that rippled through his new body with unexpected intensity, making him thrum beneath you. And for a brief second, he expected resistance.

It didn't come.

You responded with the same dark firmness that marked everything about you—not receding, not surrendering immediately, but accepting, adjusting to the contact like someone recognizing an ancient language. When you tongue found his, slow and sure, Miles felt a shock, almost an irritated one, run down his spine. It wasn't unfamiliarity—it was surprise.

He hadn't expected that. There was something profoundly human in that gesture, something he carried in his memory as practice, not as a possibility here. The body reacted with a minimal delay, as if it were learning too fast as your tongue slid against his. The pressure increased, and his hand squeezed your hip with violence—but without the intent to hurt—and he felt how much you liked it. You followed every change, every adjustment, every hesitation he wouldn't allow himself to show.

To you, the kiss wasn't a discovery—it was a provocation. A silent game where the danger wasn't in the touch, but in how much he responded; and Miles responded on autopilot, following instinct like a wolf that has lost its teeth but never its scent. But the air between them grew short. Not for lack of breath, but because of the density of the moment. When he finally pulled back enough to face you, your gaze was darker, more attentive—not satisfied, but extremely stimulated. You returned to kissing, nibbling, licking the curve of his neck with a certain fury that broke his last restraint, making Miles release his breath in a low, raspy sound, as if you had touched something too deep to be ignored. The body reacted before he could reorganize his control—not in confusion, but in recognized hunger.

— "Fuck..." escaped him, almost a contained growl.

His head tilted slightly, offering the angle without being asked, while the hand on you back go lower, firm, guiding the movement of yiur hips, marking the rhythm as if saying without words: like this. His own hips also moved almost without him realizing, rising in search of more; an instinctive adjustment that made it clear how involved the body was now. There was no more attempt to hide the reaction. His hand moved up at once, firm, closing around the side of your body—not to push away, but to anchor your. His fingers made their presence known on the straps of your loincloth,, as if he needed to remind you that he now required more than just attention on his neck. It was a silent understanding that made yur chuckle softly, satisfied, when his nose brushed against the skin of your shoulders—not as a caress, but as a marking of territory. An almost animalistic gesture, loaded with intent, that made you pull back and stare at him with a smirk. It wasn't a sweet smile—it was slow, satisfied, almost cruel, revealing your fangs for an instant, too white against the ash-marked skin. Miles's eyes flared when you stayed close enough for him to feel the heat of your breath mixing with his.

— "Take it off, sky man..." It was lowly, you voice heavy with desire.

The word didn't sound like a hollow provocation. And his movement was neither slow nor calculated; Miles’s hand closed on the fabric with brute force, without care, without hesitation. There was a second of resistance—the cloth stretched, tense—and then the dry sound cut through the air of the tent.

Tear.

The noise was harsh, loud enough to echo off the walls of leather and bone, an aggressive snap that broke the heavy silence like a blow. The fibers shattered all at once, yielding under his strength, and the piece of cloth was ripped away without ceremony, still warm from your body. He didn't look at what he had done.

He simply flicked his wrist and tossed the loincloth aside, letting it fall into a corner of the yurt with a light thud. The cloth lay there, discarded on the floor, forgotten the same instant it left his hand. It was intense enough to mark the moment, because you inhaled in an immediate reflex, your body tensing for a second, pure surprise crossing your face. It wasn't fear—it was the shock of the unexpected, of the strength that asked for no permission beyond the word you had spoken. Your eyes widened for just an instant before something else emerged there, it was a short, raspy chuckle escaped, almost incredulous—not just at the brutality of him tearing the loincloth as you had ordered, leaving you naked just like him under your, but at the contact that finally came. Intimacy meeting intimacy: hard, wet, pulsing with an excitement that was read not only in their eyes but in each of their bodies. Miles didn't pull back either, but he gasped when you was the one to move her hips forward and backward slowly, as if you didn't know what you was doing. And that made him laugh at you feigned innocence again when you murmured soft.

— "Like this?..."

Miles responded with a low sound from the back of his throat—it wasn't a full laugh, but something close to it. A recognition. A reaction just as false as yours.

— "No," He said, his voice deep and precise, just like the palm of his hand that covered one of her ass cheeks with disere, touch hard. He used the grip to move her hips harder, faster, creating that wet, hot friction of you pulsing core against his cock—which was harder than it had ever been before...And then came a gasp from you, along with that silly little giggle when you tilted her head slightly, studying him for a second longer. Then you leaned you hand against his chest and pushed him back—not with excessive force, but with enough decision to make it clear it wasn't a request.

— "Lie down," You ordered, simple and direct.

There was a brief, loaded silence, but Miles did not deny you; there was a certain excitement in doing what he was told. He held your gaze for another moment before yielding to the movement, reclining slowly—not out of submission, but because he chose to permit it. The gesture was calculated, tense, like a predator who accepts to observe before attacking and that is what he did. His calloused palm slid up your ribs, tracing them at the same rhythm you moved your hips against his, focusing, delighting only in the sensation of how your cunt slid over his hard shaft, fluidly.

To you, it was as if his cock had been perfectly made to fit the curve of your lower lips, as if the slightly curved tip of his cock were made especially to stimulate your clit with every movement of your hips. A It was quite a scene, Miles admitted. It was intoxicating, the way you was using him for your own pleasure, the way you didn't fully moan—it was just a low, pleasurable hiss that turn on him even more just to hear. It made him almost desperate to hear more and that desperation made him pull hard at the thin strips of cloth covering your breasts, tearing them just as he had done with the loincloth.

This time, however, the air caught in his throat. Your breasts were exposed—firm like the rest of your body—but his pupils dilated at the sight of the jewelry glinting. It was just a piece of metal piercing a single nipple; he made a point to touch it with his fingertips, to squeeze. And then, finally, a long, dragged-out moan came from you, making your chest arch forward. His cock trobs inside the heat of her your iner cunt lips again and again not just at the discovery, or the sound of you, or the fact that you was still moving your hips, but because he was now hyper-aware of every detail about you—things that had gone unnoticed because he had been too focused on the sensation, barely controlling himself and then when he finally looked down, he noticed a slightly larger, transverse metal piercing your clit.

Immediately, he gripped your hips, stopping you movements; his thumb went there instantly, touching... swollen, Miles thought instinctively, his tongue licking his lips at the dirty ideas that clouded his mind.

— "What a dirty little thing you are," He murmured, his voice thick with arousal, moving his thumb precisely in circular motions.

It was only to see how you would react, but when you practically melted at his touch, hissing softly, Miles smirked, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. It wasn't a laugh of tease or mockery; it was just that kind of satisfaction that takes hold of any man when a female reacts that way and he is the reason. And certainly, it brought a kind of power that made his body burn from the inside, as if an ignition had been lit. Now there was a great urgency looming over him: to hear more, see more, feel more... to know what it would be like to accommodate his thick shaft, finally inside her; to know what it would be feel a woman again after so many long years. The longing to feel such a sensation again was extreme, but it was put on hold; there was another more urgent desire that made his hand grip his own hard, trobing shaft against his palm when you moved your hips back, giving him space....An uníssono gasp hung in the place. It was as if the air had evaporated from your lungs, your eyes widening slightly at the sight of him, touch himself, taking pleasure in the sensation of his own palm sliding up and down his cock slowly. The tips of his fingers grew slightly tacky from the natural lubrication leaking from the tip, leaking more when you provided an unexpected, hesitant stimulus there, it made Miles stop for a second because a shudder too strong ran down his spine in pure pleasure. Although the gesture wasn't entirely welcome, you keep just a little longer before pulling your finger away, bringing it to your lips with a certain urgency, tasting him..... A pause. Miles watched you intently, his hand hold hard his cock slightly in expectation. Yes, he wanted to know the verdict. And soon he laughed when your tongue circled and licked your fingers without stopping; yiur cunt clenching around nothing leaving a wet trail on his thighs.

— "You like it like that, don't you, you dirty little thing!" It wasn't a question, but the answer came anyway when he felt her walls clench around nothing with more force, again and again.

Your hips began to move again, straddling his thigh mercilessly, and that made him laugh. His free hand pinched your pierced nipple between his fingers hard, making you melt again, it was clear that you liked it that way; it was written all over your face, in body slightly bending as he rubbed her nipple between his fingers once mlre. It was so pleasurable that you needed to seek support, resting your palm on his sweaty chest. He waited for your to move your hips in the way that satisfied you, then returned to giving his own cock greedy, anxious, sloppy attention that made the air in the tent even more stifling. The sound of wetness, of gasps, groans, hisses, and the sound of his cock fuck his own fist made his stomach churn with need.

— "I'll cum like this, sweetheart…" When he spoke, his voice was low, far too controlled for someone on the verge of losing it.

You tilted your head slightly, watching him. The silence that followed was dense, alive, as if the air itself had learned to watch. Your held his gaze without haste, but the movements of your hips gradually stopped. Your hand wrapped around his shaft with force, making Miles almost choke as he pulled his hand away and let you do as you pleased.

— "No." It was simple, direct. You leaned in a little more, enough so that there was no space left between their faces. Locking eyes with him, Miles knew what your wanted, and a smirk grew on his face—not a gentle one, but a famished one.

— "You want it inside," He said finally. "Go ahead."

And there, in that tiny space between decision and action, the action happened. Your hips moved forward; you rose, guiding his shaft to the sticky open of your cunt. He expected a provocation, but it didn't come; you went straight for it, lowered yourself, the tip of his cock forcing its way into you who let out an extremely loud gasp took every inch of his cock tha disappearing completely inside you. Your cunt warm, wet, tightly clenching so hard him that made him throw his head back. The memory finally became reality: hot, tight, deliciously good. It sent him into ecstasy, his mind going blank as he struggled simply not to come. Miles couldn't see because his eyes were closed; he couldn't hear because he was focused on maintaining self-control; he only felt—an indescribable, burning, welcoming pleasure every time you raised your hips, leaving only the tip inside her before lowering again. The movements were repetitive but precise, the sensation was indescribable, even more so when you moved your hips in a circular motion. Ah, that made Miles's head spin openimg his eyes to gaze at you, a satisfied growl resonated from deep in his throat at the sight of you there: both palms on his chest, your arms making your breasts look more curved and full; the piercing in the nipple glinting from the sweat dripping from your neck; her feet on either side of his narrow waist.

You wasn't just straddling him now; you was sitting, providing a perfect view of the glinting metal on your swollen nerve bundle , of your cunt hole swallowing his cock shaft, now with a milky ring around it marked by her arousal, which seemed to increase with every movement, very time you began to take him faster, gasping, moaning his name loudly, Miles found himself gripping both her ankles tightly as he thrust his hips upward to meet yours. Hard, deep, that was how his thrusts were now, hitting that spongy spot inside that made your mouth fall open slightly, your pupils dilating as you clenched around him with force, moaning.

— "Oh…" It didn't come out whole; it was broken. It escaped first too low to be intentional, but then: — "Like that!"

It was dragged out, but it vibrated in the back of your throat, as if the air had been pulled in too fast and didn't know how to get back out. The sound failed in the middle, turning into hot, irregular breathing. Miles felt even more satisfied, thrusting deep, resting completely inside for a second before fucking again in a sloppy, desperate way.

He admitted it—it was too much temptation to see your chest rising and falling, to hear the deep, slow sounds that escaped him in an almost inaudible "mmh...".

It was quite a physical blow that made him lock his jaw for a second; his breathing grew tense as his mind went blank. A delicious, aching pain stung the back of his neck, leaving him so dizzy that it took him a moment to understand, to see his kuru braided into your fist as you pulled hard once more. You voice was dragged out, breathless, just like your body, which looked as if it would collapse on top of him at any moment. It was clear you was still trying to keep her legs open as she bounce on his cock, but your knees seemed to have a life of their own as they tried to close; and Miles, with his hand still on your ankles, kept you open, letting you take him, letting your walls clench his shaft with spasms. Another tug on his kuru, and this time Miles hissed in disapproval... a growl that came out firm but sounded more like a plea.

— "Fuck... fuck me, sky man!"

No other words needed to be said. Miles returned to thrusting fast and hard before he could formulate any thought. He followed on autopilot, eyes fixed on every action, on your body, on how you gasped when he released one of your ankles and brought his fingers to your neglected clit stimulating it with force. And that was all it took: you arched, mouth slightly open, but no sound came out. No words were needed to know that you had finally reached the peak. The most erotic sight he had ever seen spoke for itself; your walls squeezing him with force spoke for itself. Not only did it speak, it made him feel hot inside with the thought that pushed him closer and closer to the edge, matter how much he tried not to go there, Miles wanted to enjoy every last drop. But not just him; even with almost no strength left, trembling on his cock with every thrust, you still had the strength to pull his braid,undoing the knot. It happened suddenly, and there was no way to control it; the rhythm of his hips faltered, he threw his head back and growled loudly as he felt the hot jet of his seed spray inside your used cunt without stopping. It was a delicious mix of finally losing himself to his orgasm and still being sucked in by sunch a greedy cunt hole, which drank every last drop before yiu climbed off him and lay down by his side. His cock, still half-hard, rested on his abs leaving the traces of his cum there... the traces that also dripped from you made him smirk slightly.

I held on to the saddle handle of the Ilu before me as I watched Neteyam hesitantly slide on, settling himself to not slide off its slippery body, looking at me for guidance on where to place his hands to steady himself.

“Hold on here,” I signal with my hand and watch as his eyes scramble to find where I had meant, my hand never leaving the handle of the saddle, he lifts his much larger hand as his fingers graze over mine, I let go slowly but felt as though his hands had warmed mine up even with our minimal contact.

I move my hands to busy themselves before he notices my flustered state, grasping onto one of the neural whips connected to the Ilu’s temple, gliding my fingers down toward where their kuru hid and bring it above water.

“This is where you connect,” I speak and watch him closely. He nods his head as his face changes to one of concentration, grasping his own queue and swinging it around his shoulder smoothly, slowly inching it toward the Ilu, his actions clearly showing uncertainty.

“Make the bond gently, feel her as if you could feel your own ikran when you bond, Ilu are sensitive creatures but bond very easily.” I ensure him as I continue holding the Ilu’s kuru toward him. He nods once more as he makes his connection, the Ilu below him moving with sudden excitement before settling down almost immediately.

“You might want to take it easy, Ilu are very swift under water, it might be a little different than what you’re used to.” I stated as I stepped back slightly.

“Curve your body with hers when you go under water and keep your hand on the handle, your other one will go beside her body,” I stated as he nods.

“Okay,” he responds easily and takes in a big breath, the Ilu taking off swiftly under water, I dunk my head under the water to watch him, his body almost immediately flying off of the Ilu entirely, I could hear my younger brother laughing above the water.

I popped my head above the water and glare at Ao’nung, he holds his hands up in defense as a sly smile plays at his face, I look over to see my younger sister, Tsireya, covering her own mouth as she actually attempts to stop herself from smiling. My ears flicker as I hear the eldest child of Jake Sully pop his head above water while coughing.

I sighed internally, moving underwater to get toward where he was, popping my head up and feeling a pang of sympathy for the man before me.

“Are you alright?” I asked as I thought about reaching out to touch his hand as a way to show him it was alright but pulling back before he noticed as I figured he wasn’t the type to want to be coddled.

“I am fine, lets try again.” He insists and I nod, calling the Ilu over with a few clicks of my tongue, clapping twice before the creature turned around underwater, swimming over toward where I was standing.

“Alright, again.” I had stated right as I watched him get back on the Ilu.

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“Are you sure I am improving?” He sits atop the ilu and grasps the reigns one-handed, he’s starting to gain confidence on the Ilu but still has to work on a couple of things, my ears lower slightly, still open and up but not as high as they were before, a smile forming on my face.

“You might not see it, or even believe me when I say this, but you have improved since your first time riding,” I began, leaving my sentence open toward the end, his own ears flick in disappointment as he picks up my hint.

“But?” He asks, wanting me to continue where I had left off and I smile once more. I can see him chewing on his bottom lip, as if contemplating if what I had said were true, but grasping his own queue as he makes the bond with the ilu.

“Just focus on your turns today,” I admit rather sheepishly, feeling the heat growing on my cheeks for having told him where he was lacking, but also knowing this was part of his training. Instead of sticking through with it he would often slow down before turning and it would constantly cause him to get left behind a lot.

“Okay,” He nods once more before he dives under the water with the creature, picking up momentum as his body stays flush with the Ilu, I dive my head under the water and watch as he attempt to do a sharp turn, watching as his body slips out of alignment with the Ilu and he flies toward the opposite side.

I scrunch my face up upon seeing him frustratedly wave his hands under water, and fix himself to swim upright, I bring myself up above water and watch as he instinctively calls the Ilu back over and slides back into the creature, holding into the reigns and trying again.

One of the things I admired about Neteyam was the fact that he never gave up, always willing to get back into whatever situation and trying again, it made me smile, had I not been paying attention to my numeyu I would have heard the sound of my younger brother coming up behind me.

“Why did you lie to him?” Ao’nung’s voice breaks through my thoughts and I place my hand on my heart in an attempt to calm its rapid beating.

“I did not lie,” I answered rather quickly.

“He is not improving, tsmuke.” He states rather blandly, making it a point to make me see crossing his hands across his body in disapproval.

“It is small, but it is there, he just needs more practice.” I admitted as I attempted to shoo him away, only to be met with his growing smirk, I fought the urge to roll my eyes.

“It is truly nonexistent.” He comments smugly and I’m threatened to follow my instincts, which I’m glad I did, as my hand comes to slap the back of his head, hiding a smirk of my own as he begins complaining about telling our mother.

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That had happened many months ago, learning to ride an Ilu had proven to be a challenge for Toruk Makto’s eldest son, but he would have to face an even greater challenge soon, and I dreaded having to be the one to teach him only because I found it hard to be blunt with him.

This all seemed like an easier task for his younger brother, Lo’ak, who had taken a liking to my younger sister, Tsireya. It appeared as though the two sought after one another during lessons, any time we paired up, those two always ended up together, just like Neteyam and I.

I’d be lying to myself if I hadn’t felt a spark of interest on my end of things. There was something enthralling about Neteyam and I wasn’t sure if he had felt the same way about me but I knew that I’d been in too deep to care about that now. He was charming, polite, fascinating, and attractive, but I had to clear my mind of these thoughts as I was with him right now.

I swam under the water and swayed my hips as it helped propel me faster, my body weaving through the water as if by second nature, my arms reaching out to push more water out of my way, moving my body forward, reaching a stopping point as I turn around to ensure Neteyam had been following behind me, and he was.

He has shown much improvement in his breath holds, being able to rival any natural born metkayina, having put in the work during our lessons to grasp an understanding on it and succeeding rather quickly, he followed behind me and I signaled for us to go up to the surface, he nods as the two of us begin swimming upward.

The breeze from the surface cools down my skin and causes me to shiver, my loose hair beginning to stick to my body as it bobs within the waves, his head coming up shortly after, releasing the rest of his breath before continuing to breath normally.

We begin swimming with our heads above water and heading toward the three brothers rocks island, finally able to use our legs with the gravity provided from our planet, walking further until reaching past the sand and onto the grass, settling myself down onto the grass and watching as he sits next to me.

“You have learned quite a lot within the past months. I am proud of you, Neteyam,” I admit as a smile graces my features, I turn to look at him to see the face he is making is one of uncertainty, it catches me off guard as my own smile falters.

“I am not looking forward to training with tsurak.” He admits as he looks down, shaking his head slightly, and it makes my heart shatter slightly.

“I believe you will do fine,” I stated honestly, feeling the words as earnestly as I could, knowing that it would take a while for him to learn but knowing it would happen eventually.

“It took me many months to learn to ride an Ilu.” He stated bluntly as his eyes come back to meet mine.

“But you still learned to ride one regardless,” I insisted and watch as he brings his lips back into a thin line, choosing to not see his success.

“I understand.” I stated rather quickly right as he opened his mouth to say something, he closes it as soon as I spoke, his eyes finding mine again.

“Being the eldest child means failure is not an option.” I admit as I find comfort in the waves of the ocean lapping in the distance, rising ever so slightly only to blend back into the body of water it had come from.

“I do not want to become a disappointment.” He sighs as he answers.

“I know the feeling,” I admit and feel my body starting to relax as I begin to slouch slightly, not having shared that feeling with anyone.

At some point, his hand must have slid over, as I feel it placed gently on top of mine. My face turns to look down at his rather large hand covering mine, looking back at him to see him staring at me, a blush covering my cheeks.

“I doubt you have or ever will disappoint anyone,”

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I looked off in the distance with my head underwater as Neteyam’s body flies off the Tsurak, his body spinning in circles, caught in the miniature currents made by the beasts body. It doesn’t take him long to find where to go as he straightens his body and swims upward, his fists clenched under the water and his head finally coming up above, the skin of his brows turned inwards to show his anger.

“That run wasn’t bad-“ Tsireya speaks as her head comes up above the water as well, she had been training Lo’ak beforehand, but decided to stay to see if there was some advice she could give as she knew I was finding it hard to speak to him as the days went on.

“You’re right, it was horrible.” Lo’ak cuts my sister off and all I could do was turn with a glare in his direction, the smile he once had being wiped from his face, my face turning back toward an angered Neteyam as he starts swimming past me.

“Neteyam,“ I began as I reach an arm out for him, he quickly shakes my hand off before turning quickly.

“Let us try again-“ I stated in an up eat mood in an attempt to get him to turn back and forget his anger, but he only huffs.

“This is a waste of everyones time.” He grumbles as he continues swimming away.

When it comes to training with Tsurak, we have to be in deeper waters in order to dive, considering the creatures are larger and longer than Ilu are, they need more area to dive under. They’re quite fast too, going faster than any Ilu ever has, something I knew would be challenging for Neteyam, but being the hopeful person I was I believed he would have been able to master it, but we had been swimming in this area for a little over four hours and he still fell off.

We watched as he swims away and I could feel my lower lip tremble as if I had done something wrong, knowing that none of this was my fault but still feeling as if it had been, maybe I shouldn’t have pushed him too hard this time, maybe I shouldn’t have had an audience watching him today, there were a lot of maybe’s floating in my mind but a gentle hand placed on my shoulder. I turn my head to see his younger brother apologetically staring back at me.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, he’ll come around, promise.” He reassures me but I feel as though I had let the man down, wondering if there had been any other outcome that could have occurred if I had spent a little more time preparing him for mounting a tsurak.

But the more I thought about it, the easier it became for a small plan to begin unfolding in my brain. If I couldn’t verbally teach him how to ride a warriors mount, I should be able to physically teach him- and by physically I meant replacing the tsurak with me- yeah, that might actually work!

But I might have to wait for him to cool down and knowing how Neteyam is, this might take a couple of days before I could approach him again, but until then, I would have to put my plan into action.

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“Are we going to practice on an Ilu?” He asks and I could already tell from his tone he was half joking and half dreading what we were going to go do.

“No,” I answered honestly as I held on to his hand and continued dragging him toward a secluded area, wanting him to feel completely comfortable in being able to learn to ride.

“Then what more is there to practice on?” He asks and I can feel him pull his hand from mine, I frown at the loss of contact but turn to face him, a shy smile playing at my lips as I stare at him through my lashes.

“Me.” I answered honestly, feeling my ears flop down against my head, something I did when I was nervous to hear what the other person was thinking, to only stare at him with a confused look overtaking his features.

“What?” He asks aloud and I could feel my nerves beginning to rise, I felt the need to start playing with my fingers but find a sudden rise in confidence as I reach out and grasp his hand once again, smiling shyly again.

“You had a hard time mastering the Ilu, you’re struggling to ride a Tsurak, let me help you in this way and it will help you understand how to control the Tsurak.” I explained as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“How will this help me?” He asks as he raises the skin of his brow, I could sense his hesitation but grew frustrated with him instead, rolling my eyes for the first time as my ears perk up I could feel my tail shift from one side toward the other.

“You need to learn to control the beast-“

“And in this situation,” He points between us “-You are supposedly the beast?” He asks and I huff, ears automatically dropping at how he’d stated that, making me feel embarrassed.

“I can help you or I can leave.” I stated as I cross my arms along my chest, feeling as though this had been a big mistake, maybe I shouldn’t have brought him here in the first place, maybe I should have just-

“Fine,” He relents and I could feel my lips twitch up to a smile, but stop myself as soon as I felt it, staring at him to see if he would say more.

“I could use the help.” He admits more so to himself than to me but hearing him say that out loud had my ears perking up excitedly.

“Then follow me.” I stated immediately, I didn’t want him second guessing himself or questioning if this was rational, I just knew this was the only way I could get him to practice. I didn’t even wait for a verbal confirmation before turning around rather happily and trailing off, hearing his footsteps behind me.

“So,” He states as soon as we reach the small landing where I had placed a blanket on the ground, I had set a bucket of water off to the side in order to hydrate ourselves later of need be, some fruits off to the side for a snack.

“How are we going to start this?” He asks as he raises his hand up to scratch his head, his hand coming back down as he looks behind me toward my preparation, his eyes finding mine and I could feel the blush on my skin.

“And when did you have the time to do all of this?” He raises his brows in shock.

“I had a feeling you’d agree to me helping you.” I stated rather quickly and could feel my nerves acting up again.

“Is that what we’re calling this?” He asks with a small smile playing at his lips and I could feel myself blushing again. I couldn’t say anything, just allowed myself to come closer toward him, his head tilts to the side as he stares down at me.

“Are you going to learn or not-“ I began but was caught off guard as soon as he leans down to kiss me, cupping my face between his large hands, I was shocked at first but closed my eyes upon realizing what was going on, leaning into him as his lips grazed over mine.

His tongue sneaks out to gently swipe against my bottom lip and I was in awe of how bold he could be, deciding to open my mouth to oblige him, feeling his tongue sneak in and prod all over my mouth. I couldn’t help but moan lightly into his mouth as his tongue explores mine, pushing against it with his whilst his hands roamed my body.

I felt my own hands coming to wrap themselves around his neck as his kisses become greedy and sloppy, his teeth clashing into mine as his tongue gains control over mine, his mouth detaching from mine and I could feel the rush of cool air enter into my lungs, I’d never had someone kiss me in a way that made me lose my breath, but he was compelling, and I’d let it happen again. His lips making their way across my cheek, toward my jaw, and down my neck, causing my mind to beg my hips to find some sort of relief for all this pleasure I wanted to feel.

I accidentally ground my hips onto his and could feel the start of his arousal forming, making me gasp as he opens his mouth over my neck and allows his fangs to graze the sensitive spot where the skin of my neck meets my shoulder, flurries of shivers run across my body as I attempt to move away from him in a way a tsurak would, feeling his arms tighten around me and suckling the skin in his mouth, my hips meeting his once more.

His kisses become aggressive and I couldn’t help but whine at the sensation of his mouth finally releasing my neck as the breeze picks up and assaults my newly formed hickey.

“Neteyam-“ I cry out as his mouth reattaches itself to my collarbone, his greedy hand covering one of my breasts as his other is placed on the small of my back, pulling me closer toward his hips as he grinds himself against me, another moan slipping past my mouth, and the heat beginning to pool around my needy cunt.

“Shh,” He shushes me calmly, his face now coming into view as his pointer finger and thumb managed to sneak past the beads of my top to hold my nipple prisoner between them, lightly rolling it between both fingers, a blush dusting his face as I’m sure a blush covered mine, I could only bring my bottom lip between my teeth, a whimper following soon after.

“Thats it, just let me take control, yeah?” He offers and I clench my thighs together, his voice had seemed to have dropped considerably as his arousal had clearly heightened.

“No-“ I mumble, barely audible, but I could tell he’d heard me, his ears flickered after the words had left my mouth and I could feel a bit of embarrassment framing my face. He only pinches my nipple harshly as his face goes back down, the hand that had been on my back had now desperately shoved my beaded top up past my breast to expose it to him, his mouth covering the one he’d left unattended.

“Please,” I begged in my distressed state, wanting to feel more of him, but needing a second to catch my breath at the same time.

“Thats what I thought,” He smirks as the words leave his mouth but all I could think of was his hot mouth wrapping itself around my clit and Eywa I wanted it so bad, but I had to be patient, my time to train him would come soon.

I felt bold enough to place my hands on his pecs, not providing any pressure to make him think I’d wanted him to pull away, but slowly snaking my hands down his body, feeling the ripple of muscles he had worked hard for underneath my fingertips, crossing the ridges of his abs and watching as his eyes trail from following my fingers back up to my face, silently asking what I was doing.

I manage to stop right at the waistband of his tewng, lightly tugging at the fabric of it and feeling his v-line as I looked down, looking back up quickly as the tips of my fingers graze on his length, my cheeks heating up automatically. He nods his head to silently tell me to keep going and I bite my bottom lip before wrapping my hands around his length, his lips coming back down onto mine, both of his hands now cupping my cheeks as I attempt to stroke his cock.

My hands move too slow for his liking as he brings one of his hands from my cheek and down toward his tewng, untying it and allowing it to fall onto the ground beneath him, his hand coming up toward mine and moving my hand along his shaft at a faster pace.

I could feel myself smirking into the kiss as I catch the hint and start moving my hands at the pace he’d set, feeling his other hand trail down my body, feeling a wave of excitement as he nears my breasts, only to be met with disappointment as he continues past them and gently tracing the underside of them, not even bothering to flick my nipple. I felt my hand come up and over the head of his cock and a small bead of precome gathers on the palm of my hand as I rub it back over his shaft, feeling somewhat accomplished with myself.

I could feel his hand trailing on my stomach and settle on my hip bones as his thumb gently caresses the skin there, I feel tingly inside as I continue rubbing his cock at the same pace and feeling him slightly rutting into my hands, I could feel more of the precome forming at the tip and focused on gathering as much of it as I could before placing it over his shaft.

Before I know it, I could feel the smooth and quiet breeze of the ocean flowing as it hits my backside, realization dawns on me as Neteyam hadn’t been caressing my hips, he’s been messing with the knot on my tewng to untie it, and it now sat pooled at my feet.

I could feel the goosebumps start to spread as his hand slowly goes with the curvature of my backside, feeling up on my bottom, and trailing his hand back toward the base of my tail and giving it an experimental tug, a lewd sound coming from my mouth as I suddenly stopped all movement with my own hands on his body and the feeling of my wetness starting to peek past my pussy as it follows the curvature of my lips.

“I figured as much,” Neteyam comments before his hands leave my tail and follow the path back onto my ass, before coming back around onto my hips and forcefully turning my body around to ensure my back was up against his chest, the feeling of his cock stuck between his body and my ass was enough to make me purposely lean back onto him.

“You’re such a naughty girl,” Neteyam is quick to comment as he places his hand down to swipe the lips of my pussy and a sound of approval reaches me as he leans down to kiss the sensitive skin of my ears, causing them to flick back, making me desperate for him to kiss them once more.

“Look at how wet you already are.” He states as he dips his fingers back into my wetness, bringing them back out as he holds his hand in front of my eyes, stretching his fingers out to see how my juices stuck onto his hand, a low moan coming from me as I witness the glistening digits.

His hand goes back down toward my cunt, stuffing his fingers to move my lips out of the way, rubbing his pointer right on my clit, my hips roll as if they had a mind of their own and my moans are never ending, I feel his free hand trail up my body, between the valley of my breasts, and up to grasp onto my neck, his fingers gently squeezing the sides and making my heart accelerate. A light feeling of euphoric bliss washes over me as his fingers apply more pressure toward my clit, my hips bucking at their own accord, his arm attempting to hold my hips still, trying to tame me as I lose myself in the pleasure he provided.

“You’re a dirty girl,” He comments as his fingers abandon my clit, before I could whine at the loss of contact, he shoves two of his fingers inside my sopping cunt, a loud gasp cut off my the squeeze he applied to my neck, feeling myself contract around his fingers.

“I figured you’d like that,” He chuckles to himself as he sets an even pace.

“Teyam,” I moaned as I allowed myself to close my eyes and get lost in the pleasure.

“Yes?” He asks sickeningly sweet his thrusts starting to slow down, in my frustration I attempted to grind down on his fingers, slightly causing my ass to push back onto his already leaking cock.

“Ah, ah, ah,” He tuts while taking his fingers out. Grasping my waist with both hands to stop me from moving as a disapproving whine musters its way out of my mouth, my disappointment more than evident, but I can hear the smirk in his voice with his next words.

“I thought you’d put up more of a challenge, you’re proving to be too easy to tame, I don’t think this will work in my favor.” At first I could feel my heart beating erratically as I believed he was being honest and was about to tell me he was done, but I could feel the small movement of his cock rubbing against the swell of my ass, and a small groan accompanying his movements, my tail swishing over to wrap around his waist loosely, the rest dangling off to the side as I felt his tail caressing mine.

“I can be more of a challenge if you want,” I stated rather boldly, although I had no idea how as I wasn’t sure what to do, but I had to figure out something quick.

“Lie down.” He stated as I felt his tail unwrap from mine, his hips removing themselves from behind mine and I could feel slight disappointment at the loss of contact, his scent that once suffocated me now lingering behind slightly, I needed it back.

I didn’t waste any time as I lied on the blanket I had set out, blue eyes meeting his golden ones, my breath coming down my throat but getting stuck as soon as our eyes made contact, a breathless feeling washing over me as I knew what he was planning to do, almost instinctively reaching over for my kuru, watching as he does the same.

“Are you certain?” I asked aloud, hesitant on making the connection with him, what if he bonded with me and later regretted it?

“I would be honored to make the bond with you, syulang.” He whispers as he stares deep into the depths of my soul, his hand coming up to gently caress my face, I close my eyes as I lean into the warmth his hand provides.

“Are you certain?” He turns the question toward me and I shoot my eyes open, words dying on my tongue as I see the intensity of his stare, gulping down and nodding my head.

“Yes, I am certain.” I stated vocally and could see the relief washing over his features. He then leans his kuru toward me, still being a gentleman and giving me the option to back out if I needed to, but I smile and meet him in the middle, watching as the tendrils of our kuru wriggle around before connecting with his, the tendrils pulling one another close.

I could feel my pupils dilate as we connected, every single thought he had starts racing in my mind, every feeling he’s ever felt suddenly coming through me like a wild fire, but the one feeling that brought me back was his lust, apparently he’d been feeling that toward me for a while, I could only stare into his eyes, seeing his pupils blown wide as he stares back at me, a small blush dusting his face.

I could only leap into his arms as my lips attach themselves onto his, my hands coming to wrap themselves around his neck for support, his own body not having expected the sudden movement as he falls back onto the sand, hands wrapping around my body as they wander around. I managed to situate our bodies to the point where I’d sat on his cock, my hips moving on their own accord as I rub itself onto his shaft, juices gliding over him as my clit catches on his head lightly, a moan coming from my mouth and being muffled by his.

He manages to take control and flips me back over so I’m the one laying in the sand, my desperation getting the better of me as I attempt to push my hips up to gain some relief, failing to do so as his hands come onto my hip bones, pushing me down in order to get me to stop. I oblige with his silent command but still feel the urge to thrust my hips, but I wait for his next move, feeling his domination through the bond, something I didn’t feel like doing was upsetting him at this moment and I laid still.

“Good girl,” He comments and I couldn’t help but whine at the praise he’d given me, my brain going mushy at the compliment, suddenly feeling hotter than ever. The grains of sand tickling my shoulder blades were the only form of stimulation I was getting and I was starting to become impatient.

“Patience Syulang,” He speaks again before grasping his cock, tugging himself a couple of times before coming close to my pussy and slapping the head of his cock on my clit.

I moaned as I spread my legs further for him, feeling the breeze hitting my cunt and closing my eyes. I could hear his groan of approval before slowly gliding himself down to gather some of my slick, the very tip of his cock going in, the stretch starting to feel glorious as I desperately wait for him to insert the rest of himself.

“Teyam, please-“ I rasp out desperately, hands coming up to try to hold on to something to stabilize me, his back coming into contact with my hands and my nails digging into the flesh selfishly.

“You feel so damn good,” He moans out as he slides more of himself in, I could only let out choked moans at the wonderful feeling of being stuffed with his cock, not giving a damn if anyone were nearby to hear me.

“I need m-more-“ I selfishly request and feel as he begins to thrust the length he does have in, going slowly as to not hurt me.

“Oh Eywa,” He grunts as he sinks himself in, feeling the hilt of his cock, his balls kissing the swell of my ass as his hips come close to mine, I unconsciously clench around his length and can hear a slight growl leaving his lips, his thoughts becoming a foggy mess through the bond, my fangs poking through my smile as I feel it’s my time to shine, purposely beginning to move my hips away from his.

I could feel the sting of his fat cock leaving the warmth of my pussy as I attempted to drag myself away before feeling his hands clamp down on my hips to prevent me from moving, taking the time to look up at his face to find it stuck in a grimace, the bond telling me he wasn’t in pain, but attempting to sort himself through the pleasure.

“So fucking good-“ He mutters in a language I can’t quite understand, but hearing him groan those words suddenly made me feel even more powerful, a smirk plastered on my face as he opens his eyes to look right at me, shimmying my hips around and feeling myself sliding off his cock.

“No!” He mutters between his closed lips as he attempts to keep me held in that position, his fingers slipping from my hips as I continue to shimmy away from him, before feeling an unpleasant emptiness settle itself in me, deciding to stop and move toward him, trying to settle his cock back inside.

“Oh great mother!” I gasped as I slide down rather quickly, not having expected Neteyam to be focused on stopping me from going in one direction instead of both, and meeting his hips with mine, the slap of our skin resonating in the air.

“Fuck,” He repeats the word louder as he attempts to catch his breath but struggles to breathe.”, I place my hand on his heart as I pant, feeling it pounding in his rib cage, almost begging to be set free.

“S-sl-slow your heart,” I commented and hear him groan in frustration, grasping my hips and sliding himself out before slamming himself back in rather roughly, making me jump slightly at the feeling and arch my back slightly in an attempt to fit more of his length in.

“I’ll try,” He grunts out and seems to be having a hard time concentrating, taking in a big breath and attempting to slow the rate his heart had been beating at, my hand still on his chest as I feel the rhythm slowing down by a bit.

“Good-“ I rasp out.

“C-can I t-try something?” I stutter out while dizzying myself on the lewd thoughts he was having, wanting to ravage my body and do nothing more than breed me, the submissive part of my brain wanting nothing more than to comply with his wishes.

“Okay, yeah, okay.” He repeats himself as he nods his head, still taking his sweet time to empty myself of his presence before sliding all the way back in, my back arching once more at the feel of his cock sliding against all the right spots inside me.

“Turn-“ I muttered as we managed to fumble onto the ground, slowly turning over until his back had been on the ground before us, and I had been on top, settling my knee’s on the floor and placing my hand on his chest, sliding my hips up and away from his thick cock.

“Holy shit,” He attempt to catch his breath before I slam myself back down, feeling fuller at this angle than I had when we were in missionary. His hands gliding up my hips and onto my waist before settling themselves back on my hips, his thumbs caressing the skin it could reach.

“I’m going to set a pace, I need you to match me, if you don’t match, I won’t let you come.” I muttered low enough for him to hear me, opening his eyes in shock at the threat I had made.

I didn’t bother waiting for a verbal confirmation as I began to set a rather slow pace, lifting my hips from his crotch sensually before sliding back down just as slow, teasing him at this point as his length bobs inside me once, myself clenching around him as our moans mingled in the air.

I can feel his hands tighten around my hips before he moves himself to a faster pace than the one I had set, I stop all movements and hear him whine in frustration, opening his eyes and glaring at me.

“I said match to match me.” I stated rather sternly, taking my hands off of his chest and crossing my arms to prove a point, but accidentally sinking down further onto his cock, a low moan slipping past his lips as I gasp in delight.

“Okay, I’m sorry, it just feels good,” He mutters as he lets go of one of my hips, hand slowly trailing down the small of my back before settling at the base of my tail and tugging it back, my pupils blowing wide as I clench around him, almost throwing my head back.

“You h-have to con-troll me,” I stutter through my words as my own thoughts were beginning to mush up, nothing becoming coherent anymore as I desperately rise my hips up from him as my hands settle onto his chest and setting another slow pace, but still different than the one before, feeling his determination through our bond as he begins to move his own hips to synch up with mine.

Our hips moving as though the two were in tempo with one another, separating for a second before meeting back down in the middle once more, my breathing starting to become quicker than what it had been as I begin to lose myself in the pleasure, starting to go faster and feeling him keeping up with me.

“‘Teyam-“ I gulp down a moan as I feel myself beginning to float in pleasure, the vision behind my eyelids beginning to lighten up as I continued squeezing my eyes shut, but knowing I had to do what I least expected to, stopping all motion and starting back down slowly.

Neteyam kept going at the quickened pace and I knew that meant it was time for me to stop moving my hips, hearing his disappointed sounds as he too stills himself, attempting to catch his breath as we both sporadically start moving at the same pace, I could only look down on him with approval in my eyes and see him smirking back.

“This feels good,” I moaned as I began to pick up the pace once more and feel him following my lead, I couldn’t stop myself at this point as I was too far gone to care anymore, starting to ride him as quick as I could, feeling the pleasure running its coarse through my body, his speed matching mine and not once slowing down until we both came in unison.

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The twists and turns the creature makes are rather quick, but he swims with accuracy as his body lies flat with the tsurak, following it wherever it chooses to go, not once being thrown off.

“Damn,” Lo’ak states as we all stand and watch in awe of Neteyam’s success.

“This is amazing!” Tsireya shouts happily as she too watches Neteyam weave through the water on the mount, but now came the hardest part, he gets in position with his stance, and as soon as the tsurak flies above the water, he does too.

The tsurak deploys its large pectoral fins as it begins to glide in the air, turning a sharp left without a care in the world, the man on top of him following swiftly as his body naturally leans in the direction of the tsurak’s turn.

I watched as he manages to quickly change positions atop the mount, both of them entering the water in a clean dive without having flown off the entire time since he’d started, I could feel a sense of pride swelling up in my body as I watch him emerge from the water with a smile on his sweet face.

“It’s like the change happened overnight,” Ao’nung chimed in, my ears flicker upon hearing his words and felt my cheeks heat up, attempting to hide myself from his view but being thankful that Neteyam had been making his way over toward me.