#neteyamdaddy

In a split second his face was flat and cold. A serious and perplexed expression on his face. He walked over to you, bending his knees, he put himself in a crouch. Lowering his body until he was eye level with you.

“... there is nothing more beautiful in this world” He tucks a stray hair behind your ear. “Than this body showing the world.. exactly why it's so beautiful” he shifts on his feet, facing his entire body towards you. “These marks, the baby weight, the change in your smell, the milk you make… its all for that little one right there” he points to your daughter now sound asleep in your arms. “Everything about you… in fact, is beautiful” you smiled wide, reaching your hand up to caress his face. But that smile soon fades.

“I know your intentions are pure my love, but i don't ‘feel’ as ‘beautiful as you say i am” you used your fingers in dramatic quotation, emphasizing how much you meant the words you were saying. He rolled his eyes, standing to his feet before turning his back to you. He presses on the intercom on his throat. Placing his hand on his hip.

“Kiri… Kiri come in” he waited, a static signal coming through on the other side.

*craaack*

“If you're not calling me to babysit then goodbye” Kiri says, her connection breaking as she lets go of the button on her throat. Neteyam laughs, pressing against his throat once more.

“That's exactly what i'm doing so come now, please and thank you"

You looked at him with confusion, while he was one to be spontaneous, you still weren't quite sure what he had up his sleeve.

“Um.. what are you doing sir?'' You say jokingly, standing to your feet. Your baby still nestled tightly in your arms. The look on our face laced with curiosity and yet dread. You knew now that whatever it was that he had planned, you weren't getting yourself out of it anyway.

He smiled, walking over to you and taking your little one out of your arms gently. Reluctantly you let go, your hands dripping to your sides as if you had no clue what to do with them.

Just then there was a knock on the wooden frame of the hut. Peeking your head around the corner, you're met with a smiling Kiri holding her arms out in front of her to take her niece.

“Gimme gimme!” she says excitedly. You smile in return, watching the whole thing unfold right in front of you. And finally, you had a good idea on what exactly was going on.

“Take care of my baby,” Neteyam says sternly. “I don't want to have to hunt down my own sister”

Kiri rolls her eyes, taking the babe in her arms with care, heading her brother's annoying and unnecessary warning.

“She's in GREAT hands” she says obnoxiously, flashing you a small smirk before turning to leave out of the hut. You watched as she left with your pride and joy, your heart already aching from her absence. This would be the first time you've been away from her since she was born.

“Neteyam… i'm nervous” you say. He turns to you walking closer as he slowly wraps his large hands around your waist. Squeezing the the flesh of your hips gently.

“Don't be nervous, she's okay i promise” he says lowly. Taking one hand brushing that same piece of hair that somehow always fell in the same pattern. You nod your head in response despite the way you really felt.

“Now… what's all this talk about that you don't feel beautiful?” He pauses briefly. “Do I have to remind you?” he leans down, placing a slow hot kiss to the side of your neck. Instinctively you closed your eyes, leaning into his lips as he kissed you. It had been so long since the two of you have been intimate. Your body just needed it's time to heal. Needless to say, the time in between has been a bit of a nightmare. Neteyam applied more pressure to his hands around your waist. Being sure to coax whatever feelings you were having right out of you

“I-its just… I don't look the same anymore” you say shyly. For a moment you wanted to stop his hands from roaming, becoming entirely too self conscious as he explored your ‘new body’. He comes off your skin.

“You mean.. The hips that i grab when i fuck you got a little..” he pauses. “Wider?” he smiles down at you, biting his lower lips as his hands continue to grip the thick flesh of your hips.

“You're sexy.. Those thighs.. So thick” his voice was soft like velvet, almost soothing as if it was his goal to put you to sleep. Your hands rested on top of his forearms. Moving with him as he touched every inch of your torso.

“These lips” he leans down to kiss you. “So soft,” he groans. Pressing his pelvis into your lower belly. His muscles flexed when you squeezed his arms. Another way that made him shudder. Your breaths began to pick up, they were ragged and labored. It felt as if your chest was caving in, your lungs expanding by the second - with no room to accommodate their size.

“N-neteyam” you moan. Closing your eyes and leaning your head back to look at him. He took his thumb and rubbed it slowly along your bottom lip.

“Mm yes?” He moans.

You swallow the lump that slowly formed in your throat. Gulping dry air as you attempt to formulate coherent words. “Tell me what you want to do to me” you say seductively. Pushing your body into his as much as you possibly could. His smile was laced with arrogance when he leaned down to cup the plump flesh of your ass, pulling you up to wrap your legs around his waist.

“I want to suck these titties, milk you… clean it all up with my tongue” you moaned at his words, turning into jelly while he walked you to the plush bedding on the floor that you laid out to dry. His knees landed first when he set you down, nestling himself in between your legs.

“I want to smack this ass”

*smack*

“Until you scream my name”

You began to quiver, choking on air the more he drowned you with his words.

“Suck these toes… these pretty toes” he lifted your leg. One hand holding your ankle and the other cupped around your foot, his thumb pressed firmly into your arch. He looked at you for a steamy second, fucking you with his eyes before taking your toe into his warm wet mouth. Moaning as it entered passed his lips.

He comes off the digit licking his lips before placing a soft kiss to each toe.. one.. by.. one.

“I want to tongue kiss every inch of you” he paused putting your leg over his shoulder. “Starting here..”

Neteyam leans down, planting a soft, sloppy kiss to your inner thigh. Your body shook with the contact, your breath sharply catching in your throat as you watched him make his way further up your body.

“And here” he moans. His voice was laced with sex and seduction. Kissing the crease of your inner thigh. Your hips lifted off the floor, wanting more friction than you were getting. Your body, already beginning to sweat.

“… and here” he places a kiss in the center of your cunt. Those soft fat lips still imprisoned behind your loincloth, his hot breath making contact with the surrounding skin. You moaned against him once more, gripping the soft pelts under you, using whatever you could for stability. He stops for a moment to look at you.

“Is that what you want daddy to do? Hm?” Taking his hand he rubs a long stripe up your pussy, despite there being cloth there, you felt every second. Every nerve ending in your body, prepared to implode with his touch.

“You want daddy to show you just how beautiful you are?”

Taking your bottom lip in between your teeth, you bite down hard, almost drawing blood. Nodding your head with haste. Unable to wait any longer. He had met his goal.

“Then tell me,” he says. Coming up to kiss your lips. “Tell daddy what you want”

A soft purr left your chest.

“Fuck me… make me feel beautiful again”

He smiled to himself, lifting his body off of you to lean back on his heels.

“Turn around” he demanded, twirling his finger in a circle. You did as you were told, quickly turning to lay on your belly. You wiggled your hips to settle in between him, the sight of your fat ass sending him over the edge.

*smack*

A firm hand landed on top of your soft flesh, instant stinging and pain throughout your body. But strangely, it felt good. He gripped your cheeks, spreading them apart with his large calloused hands. A low grunt rumbled out of his chest, the force of his grip causing your pussy lips to seep out of your loincloth. He needed access.

Taking his fingers, he rips the fabric in the center of your pussy. Tearing the cloth in half, revealing your wet and glistening cunt.

“Fuck… so wet already for daddy” he moans lowly. No hesitation whatsoever to run his finger up and down your warm slit, coating his digits with your dripage. “Poke that ass up baby”

You had no problem obeying orders. Lifting your ass in the air and propping your knees under your chest. The sounds he omitted were a sign that you did exactly what he wanted you to.

“That’s it.. good girl”

You moaned into the soft blankets under you, unintentionally muffling your mewls.

“You better scream for me.. Don't hide those moans from me” without another word, he plunges his digits far into your aching cunt, curling them dowards to abuse that spongy spot.

“Uh! F-fuck!” you couldn't help the obscenities that came out, your once tight hole now brutally stretched open to accommodate his thick and long fingers. “T-too deep!” you started to plead with him. You slid your knees out from under you, laying flat on your belly to escape his fingers - but this only caused him to grab your hip, putting you back in your previous position.

“Fuck no, i said poke that shit out” he demanded. On wobbly legs, with his fingers still buried deep inside you. You did as you were told. Assuming the position.

“Good girl” his praises sent a fire through you. It took all of your insecurities away. Wanting nothing more but to submit to him and allow him to show you what you wanted him to. “Fuck daddies fingers.. Make yourself cum” so lost and aroused you started to move your hips. Spelling his name with your thrusts. He began palming his cock through his loincloth. Growing frustrated by the lack of friction.

“Oh! F-fuck! You moan, pushing his fingers so far into your pussy that you felt the tips of them kissing your cervix. “Mmm! Pleasee” you whine, throwing your head back as you feel your orgasm approach. Your soft gummy walls almost swallowing his hand whole.

“Fuck yes baby, do that shit” he moaned, pulling his loincloth to the side, setting his hard beast free. Neteyam tended to be more aggressive with sex, and soft and vulnerable with you outside of the bedroom. You loved it when he took control. Using you as his toy whenever he wanted. And since it's been so long since he was deep inside you. You desperately needed this.

“p-please ! I wanna cum! I wanna cum on daddy's dick” you beg, picking up the pace of your thrusts. His fingers are good, but not enough anymore.

“Yeah? You want daddy to fuck this little pussy?” he slides his fingers out of you, causing you to whimper pathetically. “Make you cum? Hm?” he groans. Pushing you down on your chest, gripping the back of your neck, his fingers pressed firmly on your vein just enough to make you lightheaded.

“Mmm! Y-yes!”

“Yes what..” he says lowly. Lining his throbbing cock with your wet folds. Making sure to deny you any contact until you say the word.

“Yes daddy!”

He smiles to himself.

“Such a good girl” the head of his cock slides past your pussy lips, stretching you more than you feel you've ever been. “Good fucking girl” he growls through gritted teeth, squeezing his eyes shut. Your breath caught in your throat as he sunk into you entirely, his pelvis now flush with yours.

“Y-yes!” you moan. Attempting to move your hips back, wanting to cum as soon as possible.

“Oh fuck baby” he moans. Leaning back to watch you fuck yourself with his cock. “...f-fuck” he whimpers. Locking his hands behind his head, his eyes glued to your pretty pussy gripping his length with precision.

You throw your ass back, gripping the sheets below you, desperate to cum. Your pussy is already fluttering around him. Your asshole contracted, showing Neteyam that you were close. And was sure that he was going to be the one to make you finally feel the way you deserve. He grips your hips, taking your thrusts from you. Pushing his cock deep and past your swollen cervix. Making you feel like a virgin again.

“Uh! D-daddy!”

He can't speak, out of breath as his hips snap into yours, nothing but the sound of slapping skin filling the void in the hut. You were sure that anyone passing your hut could hear.

*slap slap slap slap*

“Ohh you're such a good girl … look at that” he pulls out, just leaving the tip in. a pool of your cream sitting at the base of his cock. “Oh my fucking god” he moans, sinking himself back inside you. The force of his thrusts were hard and firm, something that would definitely make you cum.

*slap.. PAUSE..slap.. PAUSE.. slap!*

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, the short pause in between his thrust finally coaxing your orgasm out of you.

“N-nete! G-onna cum!” you moan, your legs shaking underneath you h closer you got.

“Mm cum..” he demands, continuing to deliver hard, frim and stuttered thrusts. “Cum for daddy”

As if on demand, your coil snapped. Sending your orgasm through you like a thousand bullets piercing your skin.

“Mm a-aha c-cumming!” you moan loudly, your thick and creamy nut seeping out of the side of your cunt, pooling at his lower belly. His head spun at the sight of it.

“Ohhh fuck yes.. Yes *thrust* yes *thrust* yesss *thrust*” he whimpered, feeling that little pussy sucking him in as you came hard.

“Daddys gonna cum too” he moans.”gonna fill you up, give you more of my babies”

“Uhh.. m-my god” his body shook, his seed escaping passed the tiny slit at the head of his cock, coating your gummy walls.

“Oh yes… deeeep inside that pussy” he whimpers, high pitched moans leaving his throat as he came deep inside you, sure to get you pregnant for the fifth time. “Fuck you make daddy cum.. Mmmm” his hips stutter into you, spraying the last of his seed inside you.

“I want them.. I want all of your babies!” you moan. Your legs buckled under you as you took the last few ounces of him. He sat above you, his fists pressed into the floor on the sides of your waist. Breathing heavily as he came down.

“F-fuck… I need more.. Please” he groans in your ear. “Fuck me again and ill give you all my babies” his eyes were half lidded looking down at you.

You smiled to yourself, turning around under him. His cock sliding out of you with a *pop* the overstimulation making him quiver above you.

You stepped back, holding your hands up. Dumbfounded that he raised his voice at you. You’ve never so much as seen him lose his patience, let alone shout at you. Instead of becoming upset - it kind of turned you on. Seeing your mate in such a limelight.

“Sorry.. I was just curious”

“And that’s fine but.. holy shit my heart is pounding” he cupped his chest nervously, feeling the tiny organ fluttering against his chest. Hard breaths left his mouth as the fear slowly left him. You watch him closely, stepping in next to him placing your hand on his chest.

“I’m sorry baby.. I didn’t mean to scare you” looking up at him doe eyed. Hoping that it eases his anxiety. Neteyam looks down at you still holding this monstrous gun.

“Do you want to learn?” He says. Turning his full body towards you. You raise your brows, biting your lip as you observe him handling the gun. Unable to quite pinpoint what it was that made the act so enticing.

Was it the way he held it? Or the way he looked manly? Maybe.. just maybe it was the mere thought of him using it on you. You soon snapped out of it, knowing your thoughts were completely ridiculous.

“I mean.. yes. I see you using it all the time so naturally I’m curious”

Neteyam nods his head flashing you a small smile. You shift nervously on your feet. His hands moving under his gun, sliding the safety on. “What kind of gun is it exactly?” Being a native Na’vi, guns weren’t exactly your cup of tea and it was almost embarrassing to know so little about them - considering the type of world you now live in. He brings himself into a squat, gently placing the gun butt down on the floor.

“An M60, same thing as my father.” He looks up at you. Scoffing. You couldn’t quite make out his expression. Tilting your head to the side in confusion but choosing to remain silent. “I’m actually shocked at how well you held it” he stands to his feet.

“It’s very heavy”

You blush in return, almost proud of his compliment. If it even was one. For a moment you remember that you didn’t even notice how robust the gun was. In tune your curiosity got the best of you, taking the weight of it away.

“It isn’t really.. it was quite” you pause. “Light” your voice was soft with your last word. Accompanied by arrogance. It wasn’t on purpose but rather Neteyams fault for gassing your head. He chuckles, reaching down to pick up parts of it that you knew were missing - but weren’t able to pinpoint what it was.

He clicks things into place, one’s of which you had no understanding of. But watching closely as his fingers moved swiftly. Soon becoming another part of your fetish while you watch him reassemble the missing pieces.

“This is the forearm assembly” clicking it into place. “And this is the cover hanger and feed assembly”

“It’s what holds and feeds the rounds”

He finishes, ensuring that the safety is still on. Looking through the gun's cartridge to make sure a bullet wasn’t jammed. Holding it up flat to you, you immediately hold your hands up as he places it down. Your tiny fingers gripped the now fully stocked machine gun, completely functional now. It was almost intimidating.

“You got it?” He asks. Making sure that you were ready for its full weight. You weren’t sure but you nodded your head anyways. Just then he lets go, allowing you to use your own strength to keep it upright. As the gun landed in your hands - it was like someone putting large heavy rocks in your arms. It dropped in height an inch or two, but you quickly regained your strength. Standing straight on wobbly legs.

You struggled for a moment. Unsure how it was that you handled it previously with no issues. Humbled aggressively in just a matter of seconds. Laughing nervously, you look up at Neteyam. He watched with his arms crossed over his chest. A devious grin plastered on his face. Almost like saying ‘I told you so’.

“Okay okay.. you can take it” you lose your balance, falling foward just enough to land in his arms. “I don’t know how you hold it with one arm”

“It’s because I’m strong” neteyam turns placing the gun down. Standing back up to look at you. You bat your eyelashes biting your lips. He inches closer, breaking the space between you. “I have something smaller for you” he says. Wrapping his hands around your waist - pulling you into his body. Instinctively you hug him back, your thin arms wrapped around his torso.

Looking up at him as you bite your lip, he lowers his head. Pushing yours to the side with his cheek before whispering softly in your ear.

“I love it when you look at me like that” his voice is soft and husky. You could feel the sex radiating off of his skin, you could almost tell how aroused he was. Just as much as you were, if you didn’t know any better he was turned on by you holding his gun. Seeing your tiny hands grip the harsh metals of the machine.

“Wanna see it?” You looked at him in confusion. Unsure what it was that he was insinuating. Of course you wanted to see it. Whatever that was.. exactly.

“Mhm” you say. Having no clue what you’re agreeing too. Without letting you go he reaches behind him. Opening a safe where many small handguns were held. He pulls one out all while keeping eye contact with you. It was small, small enough to fit your hands perfectly. Leaning his body back into yours he holds it up.

“This is a Glock 26” he says. Holding it up. “It has almost no recoil, it’s powerful but you’re strong enough to keep it steady” reaching behind him, he removes your hand from his waist, bringing it up to place the gun in your hands. You eye it, it fits perfectly into your small hands. Neteyams breaths picked up, his eyes darting from your eyes to the gun you were holding. You knew now for sure that he was definitely turned on.

“It’s so tiny” you say. Moving it around in your hands. Being extra precautious with keeping your finger away from the trigger. And just like neteyams your breaths also picked up, without realizing it. “You’re tiny too” he says.

You break your gaze away from the gun, looking up at him doe eyed.

“Can I try something?” Neteyam looks confused, but the butterflies that flew wild in his stomach prevented him from being curious enough to question you. You just looked too pretty holding a gun.

He gulps, his face getting closer to yours. “Mhm”

Suddenly you pull back, lifting the gun to your lips. Keeping eye contact with him as you plant a soft kiss on the barrel. His mouth hung open, small breaths escaping as he watched you. “Baby what are y-“ before he could continue you open your mouth, taking the tip of the barrel completely into your mouth. Neteyam had no clue what was happening and he was even more confused that he liked it.

“…oh my god” he was frozen. Watching as your plump lips closed around his gun. Sucking it just like you suck him. Your eyes fixated on him the entire time. Driving him absolutely insane. You remove the gun from your mouth, licking the bead of drool off your lips before it falls to your chin.

“Do I look pretty?”

“…yes” he moans between breaths.

“Then why don’t you show me how pretty I am..”

“I-I will..” he swallows.

Both of you exchanged breaths. Inching closer to his face you place a soft sloppy kiss to his lips. He moans into your mouth, pulling you in tight around the waist. You melt against him - forgetting that you’re still holding his gun. As his lips are firmly pressed against yours, his hands intertwined with yours, removing the gun from your grasp.

“Gonna fuck this pussy ‘til I can’t breath anymore”

He lifts you off the ground, squeezing the soft flesh of your ass as you wrap your legs around his waist. Walking over to the open door of your hut he roughly pulls the sheet down, leading you to the table that sat next to his arsenal. He lets you down, turning you around in one swift move until your belly is flush with the cold hard surface.

Your breaths are sharp and ragged, gripping the edges of your loincloth, desperate to pull them down. Neteyam assisted you, pulling on the hem and sliding them to your ankles with grace. Soft moans left your mouth as cool cold air made contact with your dripping cunt. Pushing your ass into his pelvis.

“Mmm, tell me I’m a good girl” you moan. “Tell me how good i am”

He smirks to himself, seeing how desperate you were to feel him against you. He steps back briefly, ripping his loincloth from his body. His long heavy cock springing free - slapping your plump ass. A long gooey rope of his seed connecting you to him.

“Fuck” he grips your ass. The soft flesh of your skin oozing out between his fingers since his grip was harsh. Neteyam was usually gentle, whispering sweet nothings into your ear while he fucked you senseless. You’ve been trying to pry the animal out of him - but you had no success. Not until today, discovering that the two of you may have the same kink.

Amidst all of this, he was still holding his gun. The cold metal lay on your ass as his free hand fondled every inch of you.

“Nguh.. such a dirty girl” his head spun as you pushed your ass into his dick. Searching for it - ready to slide him inside you. “What do you want me to do with this.. hm?” He moans. Placing the gun down next to your head on the table. Your eyes cross trying to focus on it, mouth hanging open as the thoughts circled around in your mind. You wanted him to do so many things with it but you didn’t want to seem like a freak. All of this was so new to you.

“Neteyam..” his hips pressed into yours. His cock sliding up and in between your cheeks.

“What baby.. tell me”

“I-I want it in my mouth”

Without question he unloads it, emptying the clip causing the bullets to crash to the ground. Faint sounds of tiny pieces of metal hitting the wooden floor. Your veins coursed with adrenaline, your pussy squeezing around nothing. Your slick dripping down your thighs when you hear him pull back on the hammer and release. All you heard was an empty clip. But in your mind you told yourself it was loaded only to add to your new found kink.

It was insane really. You wanted your man to put a gun in your mouth and pull the trigger.. over and over again. Neteyam’s dominance started to show when his war skills were placed in the bedroom. It was something you never expected to like. However here you are, bent over on your table, your lower half bare and exposed with a gun inches from your head.

It was so hot.

“I want you to tell me when it’s too much because I’m not holding back anymore” Neteyam warns you, pulling you up by your queue, bending your neck just enough so you could look him in the eye. His eyes were half lidded, thrusting his hips into you while his hard veiny cock slid in between your cheeks. Your moans were broken, the tension in your neck preventing solid sound from coming through.

Just then, he puts the barrel of the gun in your mouth - the hard metal scraping against your teeth. You close your lips around it, looking up at him. Your eyes crossed feeling his member resting on your back, the weight of it making you drip.

“Want me to fuck you? Hm?” He pulls back, his cock sliding off your back, standing straight as it poked at your entrance. Unable to respond, you work against his grip in your hair trying to nod your head to the best of your ability. Humming at the same time.

“Good girl”

He pushes the tip in, knuckles white as he grips the handle of the gun. Small whimpers left your chest as he pushed forward slightly. Refusing you his length as he teases you.

“Look at that.. pretty little mouth.. how would you feel if I pulled the trigger?” He pushes his cock in more, the tip making its way past your hole. Your brows pinched together tight. Mouth filled with metal and your pussy filled with his cock. Your eyes snapped open wide, listening closely as the gun rattled in his hand. His finger slowly moved to the trigger.

*click*

He pulls it, hardly having to use any pressure. The trigger is the most sensitive and precise on a handgun. You shifted under him. Mumbling nonsense as he pushed more of his cock into you. You didn’t know whether to be turned on or frightened. All you knew was how wet you were becoming.

“Be a good girl and suck it” he growls. Pushing the gun further into your mouth. You gagged as it pressed against the back of your throat - your eyes began to water. Everything you felt being mixed with pain and pleasure. From the tight grip he had on your queue to the harsh material that was being forced deep down your throat.

*click*

He pulls the trigger again, shoving more of his cock inside you. Almost completely in. Low guttural moans left his chest as you squeezed him. Flinching this time, the low click of the gun sends shivers down your spine. You knew, had there been a bullet in there you’d be long gone. And the thought of it aroused you even more.

You reach up to clasp your hands around the gun, engulfing his within yours. Sliding your finger over the trigger and pulling it multiple times.

Click, click, click.

Neteyam picked up his thrusts inside you. Your gummy walls clench around him as you repeatedly pull the trigger.

“Fuck.. you dirty little whore” he pulls the gun out of your mouth, throwing it to the floor. One hand grips your queue while the other invades your mouth. Shoving his fingers deep into your throat. Causing you to gag. You choke on your drool and he watched as it leaked from the corner of your mouth. His breathing is irregular, unable to control himself the more he plunged his finger down your throat.

“Mmm you like that?” He pants. “You like it when I treat you like a little slut?”

He removed his hand from your mouth, pushing your head into the cold hard table. You bit your lip so hard that you drew blood, licking up what remained before it fell to your chin. Neteyam snapped his hips into you, turning into a complete animal behind you. His knew found kink filling his head as he memorized the gun pressed tightly to your lips.

“P-pleaseee” you beg. Attempting to push your hips into him. His grip tightened on your queue. Yanking your head back to look in your drunk eyes.

“Beg for it.. tell me what you want” his body was sweaty, his browns joined together in a grimace. He could feel himself getting close so he slowed his pace, denying himself of his release.

“M-make me c-cum… pleaseeee” the fire that ignited inside you, surrounded every fiber in your body. You were lost under him as his cock hit your cervix repeatedly.

“Mm, that’s not enough.. I want you to scream” just then, he pulls out of you. Turning you around swiftly until you were facing him. Legs spread wide as he lifted your bare bottom on top of the table. Pulling you closer from behind your knees. He grabbed your throat firmly, pulling you close to his face. His hot breath brushed past your face, causing your eyelids to flutter.

“I don’t know what you did to me, but you beg for it..” he grips you tighter. “Right now” he growls. Letting go of your throat. Your head thrashed around lazily as he manhandled you. The once gentle Neteyam, replaced with a lustful beast that you had mistakenly awakened. But you didn’t protest. This is something you’ve wanted for a while. For you, he was entirely too gentle in the past.

“Fuck me.. fuck me like you hate me” you growl back at him. Showing him your teeth, fisting his hard cock in your hand in the process. Neteyams mouth hung wide open, his eyes flickering to where you pumped him. Allowing you to take the lead to show him exactly what you want. Pushing your hips forward and closer to the edge of the table. You use the tip of his cock to rub your clit, your head falling back as you created your own sensations with the use of him.

“Yes.. just like that” he moans. His hands rest on top of your knees. Keeping them open and separated as you slowly slide his girth past your aching folds. Both of your heads falling in unison to watch. Your eyes meet as he sinks into you, bottoming out until his pelvis is flush with yours. With almost no hesitation at all to fuck you senseless.

Your breasts bounced as he brutalized you. Cooing over the lovely sounds that came from his mouth. He was mush, losing everything in him to focus on nothing but your pussy clenched tightly around his cock.

“Y-yesss fuck yes!” You shout. Using his shoulders as leverage to keep yourself steady. High pitched whines accompanied his low hot breaths, his head becoming heavy. His chin pressed tightly to his chest. Soaking in the image of your pussy swallowing him whole.

“Oh fuck… oh f-fuck” he whimpers” his hips were fast like an automatic machine. Desperate to cum, feeling your pussy flutter gently around him. “Pussy so good… s-so fucking good baby”

For the first ever. From what he could remember, he was going to cum before you. He could no longer hold back, you could sense his need to release, watching as his muscles flexed - his arms now lazily perched under your knees.

“Cum for me… don’t wait.. cum” you moan. Holding his neck and pulling his forehead to yours. Inhaling his breaths as his moans were too much to hold back. “Cum for me Te” his eyes screwed shut. Attempting to focus on his breathing. His belly was tight and ready to explode if you kept whispering to him.

“I-I am..” he whimpered breathlessly. Clenching his teeth tight as his hips stuttered into you. Releasing his thick creamy seed inside your gummy walls. “Uh! make me cum! Fuck!”

His load paints your walls, his hips halt. Taking deep breaths as the last final ropes of his seed empty into your womb. Out of breath and unable to control his shivering.

“Fuck.. I’m sorry!” He proclaims. Embarrassed that he came without even giving you the chance first.

You noticed he was paying too much attention to his appearance. He even had Kiri come by this morning to touch up his braids. You watched him as he rubbed his body down in oil, flexing his muscles in front of the bronze mirror and fixing the straps to his waist band. You knew that what he was spitting was straight bullshit. His little lies were no longer going over your head and he wasn’t as slick as he thought he was. Nonetheless you put on your little facade, choosing to play his game of cheaters charades.

“Okay.. well don’t forget our plans tomorrow” you say. Standing to your feet, walking over to him to fasten his bow on his back. Moving his hair off his shoulder as he looks at his appearance in the mirror. He turns to you, pulling you into him. His long finger hooked under your chin, pulling your face up to his. “You know I can’t forget about my favorite girl baby” he says. A large smile on his face.

The truth was you knew exactly what he was doing. For the last few months he’s been lying about his whereabouts, you didn’t exactly know who the lucky girl was but you had a few ideas. It took a little prodding from Lo’ak but he always spilled the beans. However it was super frustrating that he never dropped any names. Either way his cover was blown. And he had another thing coming if he thought he would just get away with it. Which is actually why you acted like you knew nothing. Everything hidden in the dark, eventually comes to the light.

“Oh I’m your favorite girl huh? You remove his hands from you, cupping his cheeks in between your hand. Pulling his face to you. “Just remember that” you say seductively. Turning on your heels, making sure to slap him in the face with your tail as you left the hut.

Neteyam laughed to himself as you stalked off out the door. Watching your hips sway back and forth, your sexy tail thrashing behind you with every step you took. There was no doubt in his mind that you were one of the most beautiful women amongst the clan - he wanted to be faithful but he just couldn’t help himself. There was so much temptation around him, every woman wanted a piece of him. So who was he to complain when they asked him for a slice.

—-

“I mean.. are you sure? Like 100% positive that he’s cheating?” Kiri asks.

You went to her because you had no one else that would understand why your stupid ass stays where you’re at. It’s been years since you found out about the first girl he cheated with. And just like present time, you pretend it doesn’t bother you. Going around flaunting your shit, while the girls who had your man balls deep in them laugh at you in the distance.

To be honest you were hurt. First of all, you didn’t ask him to be your mate. He was chosen for you. And while you wished it was some sappy love story and that you had a choice on who you wanted to be with - it was far from that. From that day on you were willing to submit and give yourself to him for the likes of you parents and the clan. Little did you know the perfect “mighty warrior” was a cheating scumbag. Either way you had your reasons for staying. That’s why you went to Kiri, no one could know.

“He came home the other night with some girl's feather stuck in his hair, ya know.. the ones we get after our first kill? That’s how I know it’s some young bitch he’s been training” you say. Shifting in the seat below you. Your brows scrunched as you tried to think of who it may be - but no one in particular came to mind. He may not have been good at staying on the down low about his cheating ways, but he sure as fuck was great at keeping them hidden.

“My eywa..” she says. Sighing as she looked into the distance. “Where is he now?”

“He told me he was hanging with the ‘boys’ having some drinks or whatever.” You stand to your feet, walking to the entrance of the door as you looked at the sun beginning to disappear behind the moon. Eclipse was setting in. “Ya know, the shit men lie about when they’re cheating.. he’s with that girl. I know it” you say. Crossing your arms over your chest. “I bet he doesn’t even know where I am, he’s too busy pounding someone out”.

Kiri covered her ears, pretending to gag. The last thing she wanted to hear was about her brother letting loose on someone's daughter. “Eww y/n… save me the imagery please” standing next to you to look out the door. The bright sun and blue sky disappearing as the sun rises sets. “What are you gonna do?” She asks. Hitting her shoulder against yours. You let out a big sigh, dropping to your eyes to your feet on the ground, thinking for a minute before you respond.

“I don’t know”

—-

After spending your day with Kiri, shooting the shit and getting your hair done. You decide it’s time to go back home, it’s late - well past eclipse and all you wanted to do was go home, get naked and go to sleep.

As you get closer to your hut, you notice a candle is lit. Which was weird considering Neteyam was never home before you. He’d sneak in and wash the sex off his body before climbing in bed with you. So this came as a shock to you. You hated it but you couldn’t help the small smile that crept onto your face, smiling ear to ear as you skipped to the door.

You were stopped in your tracks as you heard a woman’s voice behind the door. Leaning in to put your ear against it, waiting for confirmation that what you heard was correct.

“Oh Neteyam!” The anonymous girl moans. Causing your skin to crawl and your blood to boil. It was one thing to fuck them outside of the home, but to bring them back here?! To your house where you lived?! Absolutely the fuck not.

Pushing passed the door, you throw the flap open storming through. And just like that your worst nightmare comes alive right before you. Your mate in between the legs of another woman, in your bed. His hips snapping into her faster than he ever has with you. Fucking her senseless in your home. Your sudden appearance startled him, scurrying to his feet as he covered his dick. The girl he was fucking just moments before trying to cover her body.

“Baby! What are you doing home so early?’” he says breathlessly. Trying his best to pull his hard cock down and out of sight. You stood frozen, your hands resting on your hips as you eyed him up and down. Not wasting your time to look at the girl in your bed.

“It’s four hours past eclipse, asshole” you spit. “What the fuck are you doing neteyam?”

Your calm demeanor scared him. This wasn’t right - weren’t you supposed to be freaking out? Screaming and yelling like any mate would, had they walked in on their man cheating? Why were you so calm?

“Babe.. I-it’s not what it looks like..” he says. Stepping towards you with his hand out. But stopping short as you fixed your gaze on his new girl. “What’s your name sweetheart?” You ask. Ignoring your lying mate that just tried to gaslight you. She looked at him nervously, swallowing hard as she adjusted her position - careful not to drop the blanket covering her naked body.

“Lelu..” her eyes fell to the cot beneath her. Too ashamed to look you in the eye. “You look young Lelu..” you say. “I’m sure you're aware.. just like everyone else in this clan, that Mr. Sully here is spoken for.

Your gaze shifted to Neteyam, his head hung low to the ground, breathing hard, unable to control his emotions. You couldn’t help but laugh at him, stepping closer to him. Your presence makes him more nervous, the heat of your body brushing against his - causing him to step back. Only he had nowhere to go.

“I-I think I should go..” Lelu says. Attempting to stand and leave but you stop her. “Oh no honey, don’t leave on my accord. You two seemed to have been having a… wonderful time. Please.. sit” you say. Your tone of voice is clear that you weren’t really giving her an option. If she moved another inch you couldn’t guarantee she wouldn’t get slapped. She did as she was told, sinking back down into her place.

“Y/n please-“

“No baby, this is what you wanted right? Hm? You wanna fuck other women. Have me walking around here looking fucking stupid? Yes? Is she good? Does she make ‘daddy’ cum? Hm?” You tease. Moving your head back and forth in front of him, not allowing him to hide his face. He had the nerve to humiliate you daily, so it was only fair to do the same to him. He continued to turn his face away from you, not wanting to see the look in your eyes.

Grabbing him by the face harshly, you squeeze his cheeks together. Just like you always do. Forcing him to look at you. “You see.. my love.. you’re biggest mistake was thinking I knew nothing. You had it made - perfect little princess doing what she’s told. Mean while you fuck around on me” he opened his mouth to protest. But you squeeze his cheeks tighter, his lips pushing together from the pressure. “I hope she was worth it my love” you say through gritted teeth. Pushing his face back with your hand. Turning on your heels and storming out of the hut.

“Baby please!” Neteyam shouts. Reaching for you but it was too late. You were gone.

You ran full speed out of the hut, going to Kiri. The only person that could mend your heart at this moment. You thought knowing he was cheating already hurt like nothing more in this world - but little did you know actually seeing it before your eyes would be an arrow straight through your chest.

Pushing past Kiris door you fall to your knees, slumping your body down on the ground with force. Not giving a damn if you scratched your legs up. The sound startled Kiri, rising out of her sleep as she looked at you. Worry plastered all over her face. When your eyes met that was it, every emotion you hid from Neteyam coming out the second you saw her. Hot steamy tears falling down your cheeks as you sobbed like a child.

“H-he had her in my h-house” you stutter through cries. Dropping your head into your hands. Kiri quickly comes to you. Wrapping her arms around your body as she stroked your hair. “Oh y/n.. I’m so sorry” she says. Rocking your body as she allowed you to cry into her chest.

“It’s going to be okay”

—

You spent your days keeping yourself busy, doing whatever task that was given to you. You even started working out, your lean body becoming more fit. Your body covered with lean and defined muscles. There had to be something that could keep your mind off of your ex. Despite what he’s done, you couldn’t get your mind off of him.

The last 4 years of your life had been dedicated to being a good well behaved wife for him. You made sure that you were picture perfect, doing whatever it took to better his image. Even after all that denial, it had to take you catching him in the act for you to finally leave.

You’d be lying to yourself if you said that you didn’t want his cock deep inside you one more time. Treating you like the little princess that you were, making you cum all over him as many times as you needed it. It made you ashamed for thinking that way. He didn’t even deserve a second chance let alone to fuck you again - but still, the thought crossed your mind many times daily.

“What’s got you so distracted beauty?” A young voice asked you. Blocking the sun from your body. You hadn't noticed that you zoned out. Snapping your head in the direction of the voice coming from above you. You were met with a young fit man, his muscles well defined - his veins protruding against them. His hip poked out as he leaned on one leg, his thighs separated just enough to see what he was working with. You raise your hand to your head, blocking out the rest of the sun. His face finally came into view.

“Anuk..” you say. Shifting on your feet. He was absolutely gorgeous, just like you remember. You had the biggest crush on him growing up. You also wanted to be his mate at one point, but you instead were blessed with a cheating asshole. Anuk was always sweet on you as well. He always paid extra attention to you - even sometimes ignoring the advances of other women just to talk to you. You didn’t mind this one bit, plus. You needed more of a distraction anyways.

“How are you? It’s been what? Six years since we last spoke?” You ask. Anuk held his hand out to you, you took it - reaching up to grab it. Allowing him to pull you to your feet. “Uh yeah.. last I remember seeing you, you were crying that you had to be mated to Neteyam” he says. Laughing awkwardly as he looked at you.

His statement made you uncomfortable, shifting back and forth in your feet. The last thing you wanted to think about was that man and what he did to you. “Haha, yeah. What a disaster” you turn to walk. Waving your hand to signify that he follows you. It wouldn’t hurt to talk a bit longer.

“What do you mean? Is everything okay at home?” He brushed his arm against yours by accident, causing your skin to shiver under you. You fixed your posture, turning your face away from him. “He uh.. cheated on me. Many times” you sigh. “So I left.. It's been a month or so since I’ve been home. I’ve been living with Kiri” you say. Stopping in your tracks to turn to him.

“Y/n I’m so sorry”

“It’s no big deal.. I’m over it.” You say. Kicking a rock under your feet. Anuk steps closer, closing the space in between the two of you. Your eyes darted from his chiseled chest to his beautiful face, growing more nervous by the way he was admiring you. “Just know.. that I would never.. ever do that to you” he whispers. Leaning his face down to you. His hot breath brushing across your skin.

Your breath caught in your throat. Unsure what exactly was happening - but you weren’t protesting either. After all, you were a single woman and could do whatever you wanted. Plus, Anuk was sexy.

“Is that so?” You ask. Stepping back to take a better look at him. Acting as if you were observing his body, gripping your chin in between your fingers as if you were in heavy thought. “Ya know.. you look good. I wouldn’t doubt for a second that you know how to treat a woman” you giggle. Only Anuk was serious. Wrapping his hand around the small of your back and pulling you into him. Your dainty hands falling on his chest. Your fingers looked so puny against his muscles, you couldn’t remember if Neteyan looked this good too. Or if this man was just hypnotizing.

“I know.. exactly how to treat a woman.” He growls in your ear. Licking the swell of your earlobe before he pulls away. “What do you say.. I take you out tonight. My treat” he asks. Smiling ear to ear as you shift nervously in front of him. Hiding your blushing cheeks with your hands. “I’d like that!” You say quickly, not wasting a second. You don’t know what came over you - but you were eager. Maybe you were desperate. You didn’t know.

You were met with a smile, his lips curving up at the corners. He looked you up and down carefully, making sure he didn't miss an inch. He forgot how beautiful you were. You two stared at each other, smiling harder than you ever had before - but that was soon all taken from you. You heard a voice clear behind you, turning in the direction of the noise. Only to be met with the one person you didn’t want to see.

“Can we talk.. please?” Neteyam says. Standing before you uncomfortably as he looked at you with another man. The sight before him made him visibly angry. In his eyes you're still his. You ignore his question. Turning your attention back to Anuk, his eyes were narrowed - glaring at Neteyam looking at you like you were property. He didn’t like it one bit. But he remained silent.

“Anuk.. you’ll have to excuse me” Anuk turned his attention to you. Flashing you a cute smile, before stepping closer to you. Placing a small kiss on your cheek as he made eye contact with Neteyam. Challenging him for what’s his. He pulls away. “I’ll see you tonight beauty”

Neteyam huffed, rolling his eyes as he crossed his arms over his chest. You turned to him, giving him the same attitude he was showing. But you had nothing to say to him. Pushing past him, making sure to bump him in the shoulder on your way. “Baby wait.. please!” He shouts, turning to grab your hand. Brushing his fingers against yours. Sending anger down your spine.

“Don’t call me that” you seethe. Stepping away from him. Nothing but anger coursing through you. “You lost the privilege to call me that when you stuck your dick in every woman of this clan” you folded your arms over your chest. Looking away from him. “What do you want?” You ask.

Neteyam stepped closer to you, reaching for your hand but you step back. He drops his hand to his side, taking a deep breath as he collected his thoughts.

“Look, I fucked up.. I’ve been going crazy without you. I can’t think straight, the house feels so empty without you there. Please I’ll make it up to you” he sighs. “I’ll never leave your side, I’ll prove to you how much you mean to me. Just please.. please don’t leave me” he pleads. His breath caught in his throat as the tears welled up in his eyes.

You laughed. For fuck sake who does he think he is?. You weren’t obligated any longer to keep him satisfied, you had every right to be angry - to leave him. Why does he think you would just fall to your knees and take him back just like that. It wasn’t fair. You didn’t take another moment to think.

“Oh baby boy.. you’re gonna have to work harder than that.” You say. Stepping closer to him, closing the gap between the two of you. Looking him up and down from his toes to his head. Snickering your teeth. “You want me?” You breathe. Taking your finger and tucking a piece of hair out of his face. You made sure to brush your fingers against his skin. Sending a shiver right down his cock. “Then show me” you demand. Stepping back and turning on your heels - walking away from him.

You had him stuck, standing there with his mouth hanging open. His heart beating so hard against his chest, if he didn’t take a deep breath - it would surely break through his bones that covered it. The sight of you walking away made his heart flutter. He began to beat himself up. He was an idiot for letting you slip through his fingers, an absolute idiot for treating you the way he did. He knew he had to work hard to make it up to you.

—-

Neteyam spent his days courting you. All over again as if it were the first time you were introduced to him. He picked fresh flowers, washed your feet and even went as far as spoon feeding you. You really had no intention of taking him back, you just wanted him to work hard to please you. Just like you did for all those years. You hardly gave him the time of the day - shooing him away the second Anuk came to get you. Getting the ultimate princess treatment from him.

You were spoiled and you weren’t ashamed to admit that. After all you’ve been through, it was the least of what you deserved.

“Knock knock” you hear on the other side of your door. You stand forgetting you’re naked. Neteyam pokes his head through, his eyes dropping to your body. Removing his gaze from your figure. Shutting his eyes right before entering your hut.

“Hey.. I was wondering if you wanted to go for a walk” he shifted awkwardly on his feet, keeping his eyes closed. You had no clue what was going on but his presence alone was enough to piss you off.

“Why do you look like that?” You ask. Turning around to look in the mirror. To your horror you were completely nude, something you did often when you were in the comfort of your own home - but Neteyam knew that. And he’s seen you naked countless times. You decided to play around a bit, wanting to make him as nervous as possible. Turning around to flash him once more. “What’s the problem.. never seen a naked woman before? You sigh. “Oh wait.. you’ve seen hundreds” teasing him for cheating on you. It’s the least of what he deserved.

Neteyam took a moment to breathe. Slowly opening his eyes to scoff at you. Your cute perky nipples staring him in the face. His cock twitched inside his loincloth - he shifted his hips slightly to adjust his girth, the tightness becoming too uncomfortable for him. “It’s not that and you know it” he spat. Crossing his arms over his chest.

You didn’t appreciate his tone of voice. Stepping closer to him, your hips swaying and your breasts bouncing. His eyes flickered to the plump flesh, unable to keep his eyes off of them the closer you go to him. “Fix that tone of yours when you’re talking to me” you demand. Shoving his chest with your finger.

He steps back, holding his hands up in defense. Bowing his head to you. “Yes princess” he says. His tone of voice, much better now. “Now what do you want?” You ask. Turning to grab your robe to cover your body. Neteyam almost hated watching your figure disappear before him - but he had to get back to what he even came here for.

“I want you to come out with me” he says. Watching your every move as you removed your braids from your hair. You laughed, rolling your eyes. “And.. why would i do that?” you say. Refusing to look at him. “Come on y/n I know you miss me, even if it’s a little bit”

Once again he wasn’t wrong and him being here didn’t help one bit. But you already had a date with Anuk so you had to get rid of him fast. “Look, I have prior obligations so I’d appreciate it if you left” grabbing him by the shoulder to shoo him out of your home. His body resisted your pushes. Staying in his place no matter how hard you shoved. He looked down at you menacingly, your cleavage showing through your slightly open robe. And you didn’t move your hands to fix it. You wanted him to see what he lost. “No” he says. Grabbing you by the wrists and pulling you into him.

His face was so close to yours, his breath blew a piece of hair out of your face. Your eyes flickered as you looked at him, captivated by him. He had a way with you that you couldn’t even understand. Like this constant chokehold that you couldn’t get out of. You hated to admit it but you did want him. Especially right now. “You can’t resist me baby” he whispers. “I can see it in your eyes” you rolled your eyes, attempting to push away from him once more. Your hands finally coming free - fixing your robe, taking a step back from him.

“Get a grip, I wouldn’t fuck you again if you were the last man on pandora” you turn your back to him. Facing the bronze mirror in your room to continue with your hair. Ignoring his figure that slowly got closer to you. You could feel the warmth of his body heat radiating off of him. The sweet smell that came from his pheromones filling your nose as you felt his belly press against your back just slightly. Your body shivered at the contact, going stiff under him.

His hand came up to brush a piece of hair from your face that kept falling. His finger touching your skin just like yours did to him. Your eyes closed briefly at his touch. You wanted more and he knew it. “You walk around here.. dressed like this and you expect me to keep my hands to myself? He moans. Leaning down to your ear. “If I’m not mistaken princess, I’d think you wanted this” he whispers. Bringing his hand down to caress your arm. Every inch gliding down his fingertips the farther he moved his hand.

Your mouth hung open slightly, as your eyes trailed down his reflection. The feeling of his body against your skin making your core heat up. “I know you want daddy to fuck you.. treat you like a good girl. Hm?” He licks the swell of your ear. Your legs buckle under you - but you pull yourself together. Standing straight as a pin. “Let me treat you right baby, make it up to you. Yes?” He whispers. Sliding his hands down your thighs. Turning your body to him, lifting you with ease as your legs wrap around his waist. Your hands rested on top of his shoulders, looking him in the eyes as he slowly walked you over to your bed. Laying you down gently on your back. Your breasts coming free as the thin fabric of your robe fell to the side.

This was the least of what you expected, but you couldn’t lie to yourself. Neteyam drove you crazy, mentally and physically. You’d be denying everything you want by protesting. So you kept your mouth shut, allowing him to do what he wanted. Just like you always did.

Neteyam leaned down, peppering soft kisses on your neck, down your collar bone. Leaving a trail of saliva in its tracks. You quickly turned to jelly under him, your pussy throbbing the more he attacked your skin. You ached for him. Pushing your back off the cot you push further into him, closing any space that was between the two of you. Your head is foggy as if you were high.

“I know that I wasn’t the best mate, I was a scumbag really. I should have treated you like the queen you are” he came down to kiss your neck, pulling back as he licked his lips. “All I know is.. you look so good right now, and the only way I can show you that I mean it.. is by my actions princess” he coos. Dipping his head down once more to plant a soft kiss above your breasts.

“Just come to me baby.. I promise I’ll never risk losing you again” his voice was hoarse, his eyes half lidded and heavy as he came up to look at you. Your eyes flickered back and forth between his, you wanted to protest. He didn’t deserve a second chance. But you just couldn’t push away your desires.

Wrapping your nimble fingers around his neck you pull him in for a hot kiss. Your lips dancing with his as he pushes his tongue inside your mouth. His lips curving into a smile against yours. Pressing his body firmly into you. Your center heated at the touch of him - your pussy pulsating around nothing as his hands roamed your body.

His hands grip your hips, sliding under you to lift your ass off the bed. Moving your legs open to settle his pelvis against yours. “What was that you said that day?” He whispers. Coming off your skin. “Does ‘daddy’ make you cum?” Your eyes narrowed unsure why he was bringing that day up right now.. in this moment while he was between your legs. “Does daddy make you cum baby?”. Repeating your words back to you. Almost mocking what you said. He pushed his hips into yours, his hard cock putting pressure on your throbbing clit. “Mm yes!” You moan. You didn’t mean to - but it slipped out. Losing all self control at this point.

“Yeah?” He moans. “Daddy makes you cum?” Repeating the same action before, pressing himself into you. Causing your head to spin in circles. Your slick, spreading against his loincloth. He pulls back slightly, looking down at the wet patch you left on his groin. Licking his lips before looking back up at you. “See princess, you can’t defy me”.

He crashed his lips into yours once more. Bringing your hands up to wrap around his neck. Pulling you up by the waist, leaning back on his hands to sprawl his legs out beneath you. He rested you on top of his lap. Taking his fingers and slowly sliding your robe off your shoulder. Being extra gentle with you. He always knew what to do with your body. Extended breaths left your lungs as his fingers grazed your skin, having been the first contact like this you’ve had in weeks. Soft moans escaping past your parted lips as his hand slides down the trim of your waist. His fingers move with the flow of your curves as he reaches your hip.

Suddenly he flips you over turning you around on his lap. Throwing your robe to the floor and out of the way. He leaned back slowly, gripping you by the hips. You fell forward resting your hands on his knees.

You succumbed to his advances, grinding your hips into his pelvis. Sliding your wet cunt up and down his covered bulge. Neteyams eyes flicked from your ass to the back of you head as you pleased yourself against him. Feeling his cock twitch the more you chased your high, his hands worked your hips back and forth against him - pushing up slightly to apply more pressure to you placing folds. By this point you were still the only one naked.

Sliding back on his cock, placing your pussy on his lower belly you work to untie the strings to his loincloth. Fondling with the strings as you struggled to get them free. Taking both straps into your hands you rip them apart, beads and gems crashing to the floor with the force. Neteyams eyes widened, he knew you wanted him - but he didn’t understand how bad. He knew now just how much you were holding back.

“Someone’s eager” he says. You took his cock into your hand, delivering a few pumps to his shaft. Before lifting your body off of him and aligning his member with your wet folds. Rubbing the tip up and down against your clit.

“Shut up and fuck me” you growl. Attempting to slide down his length. “With pleasure” he moans. Snapping his hips into yours violently, not giving you one second to adjust to his size. He began fucking you mercilessly, the tip of his cock embedding itself deep into your cervix with every thrust. You felt as if you were being ripped in two. “Ah fuck! Fuck t-too deep!” You whine. Lifting your hips to remove him from you. Only for him to push you back down by your hips. Slowly his pace as he worked his hips in circles.

This proved to be much better for you. More euphoric, throwing your head back growing more wet since he slowed his pace. “Yes.. yes much better” you moan. Riding his cock - helping him with his thrusts. “Yeah? Right there?” He says. His hands gripped the flesh of your ass, spreading your cheeks apart to get a better view of him sliding in and out of you. Watching as your pussy gripped his girth, the width of him stretching you out to unbelievable measures.

The sight drove him crazy, biting his lips as his eyes fixated on your juices flowing out of you and onto his pelvis. “Fuck you’re taking me so good, look at that” neteyam pulls his out of you, lifting you up until just the tip was inside. He poked at your entrance repeatedly, refusing you of his length as he teases your hole. He pushed the tip in .. and out .. in .. and out. Causing your head to spin. Your belly tightens as you hold your breath, looking down to see him tease your wanting cunt. Practically foaming at the mouth at the sight. He always knew what to do.

“P-please… give it to me” you plead. Attempting to lower yourself down his cock. His grip on your hips tightened, keeping you in place. He told you he would prove himself and he was going to do just that. “Beg for it.. beg daddy to fuck this pussy” he growls. Sliding his cock completely out of you. The emptiness was too much for you to bear, tears began to find their way to your eyes. Your lips pouting, you just wanted to be filled. “Daddy please! I need it.. make me feel good. I wanna cum on daddy’s dick!” Your words were like magic, his hips granting you your wish. Slamming his cock into you until his pelvis smacked against yours. The pressure from his thrust spraying your essence all over his belly.

He worked those sweet sounds out of your cunt like it was his job. Planting his feet on the cot below you, getting the best angle possible to drive into your aching folds. He hit that sweet spot every time, the pressure from his tip coaxing your orgasm out of you. Your hands resting on top of his thighs, your fingernails digging into his skin the more he fucked into you. “Make this pussy cum.. cum for me princess” he demands. Unable to control the moans and grunts that came out of him. Your tight cunt gripping him just right, not leaving a single inch of him untouched.

You began to tighten around him, feeling nothing but pleasure as your orgasm forced its way through. Completely unprepared for the force it delivered. “Oh!! Oh my-“ before you knew it you lifted off of his shaft. Watching as your juices sprayed all over the bed, the floor and some of the wall. Soaking everything in its path. Neteyam got a glimpse of it, holding your quivering body above him. His mouth hanging open, breathing heavily as he took in the sight before him. He has never seen anyone squirt, much less seen you squirt. “Oh yeah baby.. good girl” he moans. Lowering you down, placing you on your belly. “Such a good girl.. daddy made you cum hm?” Whispering in your ear as he lines his cock up to your swollen cunt. Sliding in slowly.

Your breath caught in your throat still coming down from your toe curling orgasm. Already being filled up. “Mmm yes I cum for you! Only you!” You moan. Squishing your face in the bed below you, your face being soaked by your own juices. “Yess you do, suck a good little thing for me”

Once again you were filled up to the brim, taking every inch of him with ease. Your pussy omitting the sweetest sounds, your hut filled with nothing but the squelching sounds of your center. You lay flat on your belly with him above you - your legs pressed firmly together. Creating more friction for his shaft. Beads of sweat fell off Neteyams forehead, dripping down your back. His abs flexed as he worked himself into you, feeling your walls clench all over his cock.

“Oh I missed this.. missed fucking you. This is mine, all m-mine” he moans. Closing his eyes shut tight, feeling his own orgasm approaching. You pushed your ass up into him, meeting his thrusts half way. Skin soaking together as his balls hit the base of your ass. That familiar feeling returned to you the seller he went, butterflies forming in the pit of your belly. Seconds from coming. “Yes! Keep doing that.. gonna cum” you whine. Pushing into him hard, as best as you could.

“I got you baby, cum.. cum with me” the pressure from your ass on his belly drove him nuts. Watching you as you tucked into him. His toes curled, threatening to release his seed inside you. Unable to control himself any longer. “Uh.. cum with me” he repeats. Slumping his head forward - his belly tightening. Seconds away from busting.

Your pussy fluttered around him softly. Eventually turning into hard strong contractions, coming for the second time around him. “Mmmmm uh!” You couldn’t formulate words, this round being just as intense as the first. Neteyam felt you squeeze his cock, pulling his seed right from him. Sending his release right through him. His hands gripped the sheets below you, his knuckles turning white as he came. “Fuck.. f-fuck! Uh you’re making daddy cum!” He moans. Thrusting his hips into yours with force. Delivering one final stroke until his hips halt. His hot and creamy nut coating your walls.

His body shook above you, losing strength in his arms. Falling against your petite frame. His breath blowing in your ear.

“Mhm” he says before pushing your face down into the floor. Inspecting your bare ass in front of him. He lands a hard and heavy slap to your ass, causing you to whimper under him. The sound you made only encourages him to do it again but this time to the other cheek, hitting you hard enough to leave a welt.

The contact forced you onto your knees where you tried to crawl away. But neteyam grabs you by the tail again, slinking it around his arm and pulling you back hard.

“Don’t run baby, I thought you wanted this. Teasin me and shit with this tail of yours” he says. Yanking on the appendage, pulling your ass flush into his pelvis. You could feel his bulge growing, pressed firmly against your bottom.

“Te, don’t be so rough” you say. But secretly wishing he’d go harder. Making you his bitch. And he did just that, pulling your loincloth right off your body and throwing it on the floor in front of you.

“I do what I want” he said. Before running his fingers up and down your slit. Your pussy already soaked for him.

“Mm fuck” you moan. Pushing your hips back into his hand. Almost causing a finger to slip in. Neteyam wasn’t going to give you pleasure that soon. Letting go of your tail and leaning back on his heels. Eyeing every inch of your body. His stare making you nervous.

Your tail swishes back and forth in front of him. Becoming more self conscious as you lay kneeled in front of him. Bent over exposing your bare pussy to him. He watched as you squirmed under him. Making sure to make you flustered.

“Nete- stop staring at me” you say. Going to cover your body. He stops you. Pulling your hips down onto his and grabbing you by the throat, forcing your head to fall back into his shoulder.

“Don’t be shy baby, I know you want some of this” he said pushing his bulging dick up against your wet cunt. Earning himself a whimper from you.

“And I know you want me to fuck you while I pull on your tail like this..” he whispers. Yanking on your tail once more. The truth is you did.. you really did want him to dominate you. Pinning you under him as he used your tail as leverage to fuck you. But you didn’t want him to know that.

“N-no.. it hurts actually” you say trying to pull yourself off of him. But that only causes him to grip your tail harder. Moving it to the side to expose your bare ass on his cock.

“But look at how wet it makes you” he says. Looking down at the puddle you created under him. Your eyes flicker down to see you completely soaked his loincloth, your stupid super soaker giving you away.

“Shit” you whisper. Pulling your eyes away from the sight. Embarrassed that your body proved him right. It’s too late now to protest.

Neteyam pushes you back back onto your chest, your cheek squished into the floor as he fondled with your tail. Causing a shiver to run up your spine. He loved watching you quiver under him. Finding out that playing with your tail makes you wet. Made him never want to stop.

“You want daddy to fuck you baby?” He growls. Watching as your pussy began to drip for him. Fluttering around nothing, begging to be filled. He laughed at the sight, you almost looked pathetic in front of him. It drove him crazy but he wanted to play just a little longer.

He finds purchase on his knees behind you. Throwing your tail over his shoulder as he continues to inspect you. The way your back arched, toting your ass in the air for him to see you better. Your nails digging into the wood under you, the cool breeze gliding across your wet folds making you shiver. Your fat ass bouncing with every move you made. His hand finds the curve and your back, walking his fingers all the way up to your neck. Where he gripped and squeezed it causing you to go light headed.

“Fuck.. just fuck me please” you beg. Pushing your pelvis back. It only just makes his grip on your neck tighten.

“Yeah? You can’t wait can you, you little nasty bitch” he growls. Ripping his loincloth off, throwing it to where yours lay. Grabbing your tail and pulling it straight up, causing your knees to come up off the ground. You winced at the pain, but that didn’t last long when he plunged his thick cock into you. His tip pushing past your cervix.

“Omg!” You shout. Clawing at the floor to get away.

“Uh, uh. Come here” he says, pulling you back farther slamming into you a second time. “You wanted to tease me baby.. now take this fucking dick like a good little girl” he sneers. Rutting into you with no mercy. He angled his hips just right. Leaning back just slightly, hitting you directly in your sweet spot with force. His thrusts firm and hard as his balls slapped against your clit.

He still had your tail wrapped around his arm. And unbeknownst to you, you curled it around his arm further the more he fucked into you. He laughs, gripping it harder.

“Look at you.. look you being fucked like a little slut. Look at my pussy, gripping my dick like that. You little nasty bitch.” He moans the last word. Throwing his head back, using your tail to hold him up. At this point he was using it like a fuck toy. Your tail only served as a handlebar.

“Mmmmmm f-fuckk” you stutter. Your voice quivering with the force of his thrusts. Your belly is tightening as your climax approaches.

“Moan baby, let me *thrust* hear how good i make this pussy feel *thrust*” he moans. Feeling his organs push down on his shaft. His muscles flexing as he reaches his high. Your pussy gripping him, almost sucking the air out his lungs as he watched your folds wrapped around him.

“Oh… my god” he says. Catching sight of it. Your slick coating his skin.

“Gonna cum daddy!” You shout. Pushing your hips down to meet his thrusts.

“Cum.. fucking cum bitch” he seethes. His teeth clenching. Almost instantly your pussy flutters around him. Your climax fills your whole body. Shaking under him, his thrust never faltering.

“Cumming! F-fuck! I’m cumming daddy” you whimper, trying to muffle your cries. Neteyam watched your white cream coat him, the substance pooling at the base of his shaft. The sight forcing his orgasm out of him.

“Yesss baby…. Daddies coming too” he moans. Thrusting into you a few times before releasing his seed deep, and well passed your cervix. Directly into your womb.

“Ffuuck you’re such a good girl *thrust* good fucking girl” he whimpers. His seed spilling out of your abused cunt. Letting go of your tail, causing you to slump forward. Your breaths were ragged. Coming down from your high. A panting mess as neteyam finds a cloth to clean you up.

He was all, sweet and loving to everyone around the clan. The ‘perfect soldier’ but when it came to you he was a complete dick. Your mother used to say he was so mean to you because he had a crush on you. Even a blind person could see that that wasn’t the case. Most of the time you two went at each other's throats, never seeing eye to eye on anything. It was exhausting to be a part of his life. There was no middle ground with him.

—

Your day started like any other, waking early for drills. Running orders for Jake and keeping patrol along the perimeter of the village. Unlike most females your age, becoming healers, weavers and carvers. You were different. You wanted to be a warrior. Mostly because you were strong willed and stubborn - and had no patience to sit at home. And also because you needed to prove to neteyam that he wasn’t the best fighter in the clan.

Day in and day out you worked hard. Training under Jake, even learning how to use a gun. It became a shock to the clan that you were one from being his second in command. Right behind neteyam. The thought that he one upped you constantly boiled your blood. So you had to work exceptionally hard to get past him.

“When you throw a punch you need to swing your shoulder into it. That way when you connect, you’re using your entire body strength. Not just your arm.” You demonstrate a punch that would be best in combat, using your partner to show the young warriors how it’s done. You didn’t realize that you had eyes on you in the middle of your class. “Size ‘em up. Watch their feet” you say. Planting your feet firm on the ground and bringing your fists to your face.

You nod your head at your partner, signaling them to throw the first punch. Their fist came right at your face, dodging it, ducking to the left as you threw a left hook into your opponent’s waist. Using all aspects of your body weight for the punch, knocking the wind out of his chest.

“Whoa..” your class said in unison. Admiring how cool you looked. You stood up straight, dropping your hands to your sides. Smiling at how cute the young ones were.

Your happiness was soon interrupted, from a distance you could hear a slow clap coming from behind the tree. You and your class turned your attention to who was making the sound. Neteyam comes out, walking over to your class. Clapping his hands one last time before turning his attention to the young warriors.

“Excellent form, great posture. There’s only one thing you missed, and it’s crucial.” He says. He sized you up, walking around you in a circle. Nothing about neteyam made you nervous, but he was intimidating. Nonetheless you never let him see through you. “This is my class, now if you don’t mind-“ you were cut off by him gathering himself in a fighting stance. Preparing to demonstrate the most crucial thing he says you didn’t show.

Taking it as a challenge you back up. Tilting your head to the side, lifting your fists up to your face. Your right foot planted behind you and the other in front. “Alright, come at me teach” neteyam says. There was something about the look in his eyes that made you uncomfortable, usually you got the eye roll. Or him sucking his teeth. But the way his eyes hung low almost like a siren, eyeing you up and down. Keeping watch of your feet makes you… nervous.

Leaning forward you buck at him. In an attempt to throw his attention off. But he didn’t move, never flinched. Not once. Not taking another second you step close, taking the first punch. You were instantly humiliated when he dodged it, moving behind you quickly. The last thing you felt being his foot straight to your back - causing you to fall to the ground.

“Rule number 1, never.. take your eyes off your opponent” he reaches down to you, holding his hand out but you slapped it away. Standing to your feet as you wiped the dirt from your body. “You’ll be dead in a second” he says. Placing his hands on his hips as the class clapped for him, taking a bow of appreciation.

“Alright everyone, say thank you to Mr. Sully. He’s very busy and must go” you say. Patting him on the back, more firm than necessary. “Oh yeah? And what exactly am I busy with” teasing you, knowing that the longer he stayed. The more pissed you’d become. Practical neteyam behavior.

You sucked your teeth at him. Refraining from hissing. “I’ll tell Jake what I caught you doing the other night if you don’t get out of here” you whisper through clenched teeth. Flashing your class an awkward smile. Neteyams eyes widened. Immediate fear washing over his features at your words. “Okay class! Enjoy the rest of your training! But remember.. eyes on your opponent” He turns around, leaning his body into yours to whisper in your ear. “Watch it.. I know your dirty little secret”

—

The rest of your night was spent wondering about what neteyam said, his words rang through your head repeatedly. Bothering you to the core, what did he mean exactly that he knew your ‘dirty little secret’ you began to wonder just how ‘close’ the two of you were. Almost as if you had no privacy whatsoever.

You couldn’t lie to yourself though, something about him today made your belly flutter. Like the wings on a butterfly when they first hatch. The look he gave you just before you threw that first punch. It was hypnotizing, almost as if that’s what he meant to do. There was something in you that had these profound feelings for him, feelings that you denied constantly - and when he had you in moments like that it was impossible to ignore.

Wild thoughts began to cloud your mind, it wasn’t something you ever got used to dealing with. While working with norm in the lab a few years back, he had this thing that he would do. He would write down his deepest desires on a piece of paper, fold it up, set it on fire and throw it away. He said it worked when the thoughts bothered you, and you needed something to help clear your mind of it. Over time you found yourself doing this often. Almost as if your life was filled with nothing but strange desires that you prevented yourself from acting upon.

Scurrying to your desk you grab your notepad. Taking your pencil and scribbling everything you found about neteyam attractive and what you wanted to do to him specifically. His ears, his bold siren eyes, his cute little smile. As you wrote you scrunch your nose, shaking your head in an attempt to set your mind free - but you couldn’t help it. The way he looked when he stood in that fighting stance, the way his muscles rippled when he jumped out of your way. He was stunning.

You began to grow disgusted, embarrassed even, that you thought of him like this. It wasn’t even like it was a crush - it was instead some filthy desire that you wanted him to do whatever he wanted to your body. Your last thought set you over the edge, crumpling the piece of paper and throwing it across the room. It misses the trash can falling to the floor. The small mess of crumpled paper lying helplessly on the floor.

“Soo gross y/n snap out of it” you ruffle your hair and slump back onto your bed. Huffing out a big breath as you allow your eyes to flutter shut, ready to dream the day away. Then suddenly your tent flap opens, walking in a bored neteyam, ready to ruin your night even further.

“Hey bitchhh” he says with sass. His arms swaying back and forth as he stands in front of you. Your eyes remain shut, growing more irritated that he just barges in whenever he wants. “What if I was naked or something” you spat. Pulling yourself up, sitting crossed legged on your bed. Neteyam chuckles, walking circles around your room, examining its contents as if he’s never seen anything in here before. “Pshh that’d be a sight to see for sure”

He paces your room, clasping his hands behind his back. You roll over on your bed, turning your attention to your braids as you fondle them in your fingers. Choosing to ignore his presence like you usually do. As neteyams eyes scanned the room for no reason, his eyes fell on a small piece of paper that looked like you meant to throw it away. Bending down to pick it up, he looked back at you to make sure you didn’t notice him finding it. When he realized you weren’t paying attention he quickly and quietly unwrapped the paper, reading the words inside.

Neteyams first language may not have been English but he could read and speak it somewhat. The handwriting was awful, almost like cat scratch. He squinted his eyes, bringing the paper closer to his face as he tried to make out the writing written on it.

“Neteyamm.. l-likes and dis-likes?” He whispers, sounding out the words. He turned to you once more to find that you still weren’t paying attention.

“Likes..eyes.. smile.. m-muscles?” He chuckles to himself, ready to understand what it was that he was reading. Turning his body to you with his eyes still on the paper. “What is this? Sexyy.. c-cheekbone?” He mumbles the last word, unsure how to make up the last Na’vi translation. You turn to him, seeing him holding the same piece of paper that you wrote your deepest desires on. Instantly mortified to find that he was reading it. How did he understand it? You had no clue that he could read English so well.

“Give me that?” You jump to your feet, running to him attempting to grab the paper from his hands. He holds his arm high in the air, squinting once more to read some more. “To feel h-his rough h-hands on my thigh-ss?” He looks down at you. Completely understanding the words he just read. “Is this about me? You have a little freaky crush on me?” He teases. Caving in and handing you the paper. You grab it from him quickly, hiding it behind your back. Lowering your gaze from his, ashamed that you were just exposed.

“I-it’s not like that.. it’s..it’s” you struggle to find the words. Running your hand through your hair nervously as your eyes searched the room for answers. “Tell me what it is?” He says. Scanning your face for any semblance of an answer - but finding nothing. “It’s nothing..” you say. Turning your back to him. Biting your tongue from the word vomit that wanted to come up. Neteyam steps closer to you.

“I wanna know.. it can’t be that bad?” He inches closer to you. His eyes traveling up and down your body. Falling on the small of your back, where you had two cute tiny dimples. “Come on tell me.. I’m like your best friend.. well, sort of. I promise I won’t tell!” You grow agitated at his prying. You didn’t have to tell him the whole truth, just a smidge of the truth - right? “Fine!” You turn to him, realizing how close he was to you. His presence making you more nervous.

“I-it’s like a letter. About something that I really want. So I write it on a piece of paper.. in hopes it might.. come true” you stutter. Having difficulty finding the right words to say without completely giving yourself away. Although, you may have already done that. “Sooo, you want to feel my hands on your thighs?” He asks. A small smile creeping on his face as the words left his mouth. Your eyes widen, hearing the things you wrote rolling off his tongue - immediately nauseating you. “Forget it.. it’s dumb” you say. Turning your back to him once more.

“No! Wait..” he grabs your arm. Turning you back to him. “I wanna try” he says. Pulling you into him. Your belly flush with his, the feeling so foreign to you. “W-what?” You say, absolutely dumbfounded about what he just said. For a moment you weren’t sure if you were hearing him right.. or if your brian was telling you what you wanted to hear.

“I wanna try.. make those ‘desires’ come true for you” the word sounded unfamiliar when he said it. Almost as if he shouldn’t be saying it. But the sound of his voice made your center tingle. You step away from him, unsure how to go about things. Holding your hand up as you try to understand. “You’re saying.. you want to try those things?” You shake your head in disbelief, confused by the entire situation.

“I mean.. I’m willing. If you are” he says. Stepping closer to you. Closing the space you created. Your eyes watched his feet as he got closer, taking a step back every time he came forth. All the way until the back of your knees hit your bed, causing them to buckle. Sitting you down unwilling. You look up at him as he eyed you. That same familiar siren expression returning to his face. Neteyam chuckles, noticing how nervous you are. “Why are you so nervous? Leaning his face down to yours. You turn your face, trying to hide from him.

“B-because you’re making me nervous” moving a piece of hair from your face awkwardly, Neteyam grips your chin in between his fingers. Forcing you to look him in the eye. It wasn’t like you to be so shy. “Instead of.. writing on a piece of paper, why don’t you tell me what you want me to do to you” he whispers. Never moving his face from yours. Your heart stopped in your chest as if you were going into cardiac arrest. The heat between your legs traveled all the way up your spine, seconds from coming out of your mouth in loud hot moans. But you had to restrain yourself.

What was supposed to be words when you opened your mouth to respond. In fact turned out to be those moans you tried to hold back. Neteyam smiled, standing up straight before working his hands to untie his loincloth. Your eyes darted frantically, trying desperately to piece together what was happening right now. “What are you doing!?” You yelp, stopping his hands with yours, preventing him from going any further.

Neteyam put his hands over yours, manipulating your own fingers to work against the strings that held his cock prisoner. You wanted to protest but the way he forced your nimble fingers around the band of his waist, melted you. Finishing the last of the strings on your own. Moving your hands fluidly while keeping eye contact with him. “I want you to read from that piece of paper and tell me what you want” he says. Pulling his loincloth from his body. His hard veiny cock springing free from its shackles.

Your breath caught in your throat at the size of him. You had a good idea that he was well endowed - but you never thought in a million years that it'd be the size of your forearm. You looked on, almost mortified. Gulping down air as you swallow the lump that formed in your throat. Reaching down, Neteyam grabbed the piece of paper from your hands. Unfolding it and holding it in front of your face. “Read the first line” he demands. Placing the paper in between your fingers. You grabbed it hesitantly with shaking hands, struggling to make out the text you wrote.

“I-I want him.. to r-rub my thighs with his strong calloused h-hands” you stutter. Looking up at him. He leans down placing his hands on top of your thighs - he began to rub them up and down, biting his lip seductively as he felt your soft skin under his grip. You watched him stroke your supple skin, feeling every callous you fantasized about. Earning himself a soft moan. “Next line”

You hesitated once more, shifting under him. The paper shakes violently in your hold. “Neteyam we-“ you began. “Next…line” he says. Cutting you off. You gulp hard, looking back down at the wrinkled page. “I w-want his hands wrapped around my small waist..” you whisper. On command, his hands move up your thighs, gliding over your loincloth. The delicate beads and gems clacking as his fingers grazed them. Making his way slowly up your hips until his large hands wrap around your dainty waist. He held eye contact with you, his body leaning in closer to yours the farther his hands traveled. He delivered a light squeeze to your waist, gripping the sides of them.

“What next.. tell me” he whispers. Nodding his head in encouragement for you to continue. The heat began to well up inside you, melting under his touch and becoming more confident and comfortable. “I want him to play with my breasts..” neteyam hooked his fingers under your chest cloth, ripping the fabric to shreds from your body. Destroying any chance of you wearing it again. You yelped at the force of the strings slapping against your body, leaving tiny welts in its place. “I’m sorry baby” he says. Bringing his hands up to fondle your perky, larger than average breasts.

Taking your nipples in between his fingers, he twirls them gently. Tugging at the soft buds just enough to send a shock down your spine. Your eyes traveled down to watch him play, licking your lips as your pussy began to throb beneath you. Rubbing your thighs together to get more friction. “Tell me” he moans, feeling his own arousal pool in the pit of his stomach. His cock jumping as he played with your nipples. “I want him to suck them” you moan. Leaning back on your hands. Allowing him full access to you now.

Dipping his head down he takes one in his mouth with no delay. Sucking lightly, working his tongue around. Lapping up the bundle of flesh in his mouth. “Oh!” You moan. Throwing your head back with him latched to your chest. Neteyams free hand fell from your breast. Grabbing his cock in his hand as he delivered slow hard strokes to his length. Moaning against your skin while he pleased himself. “I want him to taste me!” you moan. This time he didn’t have to ask, didn’t have to demand that you read the next line. By this point you ditched the piece of paper. Reciting it with ease without it about what you wanted him to do to you.

Unlatching from your breast, he pushed you down by your shoulders. Hooking his fingers under your loincloth and wiggling it down your hips. You move your hips back forth in assistance, lifting your butt off the bed. Watching as your loincloth fell on the floor at your feet. Grabbing under your knees, Neteyam brings your legs up to your chest. Gripping the backs of your thighs to keep your legs taut to your chest. Your body falls back onto the plush cot, your chest rising and falling rapidly. Your dripping heat just inches from neteyams face. Without warning he delivers a long swipe of his tongue, from your hole all the up to your clit, ending at the top with a flick of his tongue. “Mmm!”

His tongue moved in long sloppy circles. The sound of his spit and your juices filling the silence in the room around you. Neteyam ate like it was his last meal, moaning against your heat. Taking your sensitive bud in between his lips as he sucked the tiny bundle of nerves. Your hips began to buck into his face, forcing his head up and down as he attacked your slit. His strong hands still gripping behind your knees as he held your legs close to your chest. Your hands fell on top of your knees, pulling them back tighter to your chest. Just then his tongue moves down your hole, probing the entrance with his tongue as he worked it in and out. Coaxing the sloppiest noises from your pussy.

“Oh! I want him to fuck me!” You moan. Neteyam removes his mouth from your center, doing as he’s asked. He looks down at you with heavy eyes, wiping his mouth clean from your juices. Panting under him, he grips your legs, pulling you to the edge of the bed. Before aligning his cock with your entrance. Poking your hole with the tip of his cock. “Who knew.. that you’d want me to do all these filthy things to you. Now say it again” he pushes his tip further into you, granting you no more until you were begging for it. You whimper under him, completely submitting to his advances. “Tell me” he demands. Removing himself from you entirely. “Ah! Fuck.. please, please I can’t take it anymore!” You moan.

“Come on princess, you can do better than that.. say it again” he pumps his member, awaiting your response. Rubbing your leg gently. “I want him to fuck me!” you shout, pushing your hips off the cot, desperately searching for his cock. “Atta girl” he moans. Pushing his cock into you inch by inch until his pelvis was flush with yours. “Yesss!”

He began to move his hips slowly, quickly getting lost in his own arousal as he felt you gripping his girth. Your pussy hugging and squeezing him just right. “Oh my god” he moans. Gripping your hips so hard he’d for sure leave bruises the next day. “Pussy so tight.. so fucking good” he moans. Picking up his pace as he snapped his hips into yours. His tip hitting your cervix repeatedly. The force of his thrusts made you bounce under him, your breasts bouncing with you. His eyes were fixed on the plump flesh, grabbing one in his hand - squeezing lightly.

Your moans were uncontrollable, completely losing yourself under him. Going dumb on his cock. Your belly began to tighten, your orgasm seconds away. All that sexual frustration coming forth as he drives into you. “Oh’ yes! Yes right there!” He angles his hips, finding the stop that sent you over the edge. Keeping a steady rhythm. “Yeah? Right there? Gonna make that pussy cum for me?” He moans. His head falling forward. His own orgasm peeking around the corner. “Gonna fill you up.. fill this pussy uuup!” His thrusts become erratic. The tightness of you forcing a quick orgasm out of him. Your pussy fluttered around him, squeezing until your orgasm crashed through you. “Oh teyam! Cumming!” You declare. Gripping the sheets below you.

Neteyam omitted low grunts and moans, squeezing his eyes tight as he felt your pussy contract around him. Pulling his orgasm from him. “Oh yeah… here I come” seconds after, shooting his load deep inside you. Painting your walls like a picture as you come down from your high. His chest heaving as he attempted to catch his own breath. His hips stuttered into you, pushing out the last of his seed as he orgasm slowly coursed through him. “F-fuckk” he moans. Feeling the last of himself empty inside you. “So fucking good”

He pulls out of you, grabbing a cloth from your nightstand. Gently cleaning your folds as you sat shy under him. A large smile formed against his lips as he watched you shudder with embarrassment.