One of the women of the village, Maika, gave birth to her first child. Coincidentally, it marked the end of the rainy season. The damaged marui were repaired, as well as the torn walkways, while the scent of distant rainwater lingers in the air. Maika sits by the cookfires, surrounded by clan members who wanted to meet her son. Ralu lingers behind her, blinking far too often to be normal as he looks down at them. Your usually stoic friend is clearly holding back tears, but you choose not to comment as you approach. 

You smile broadly and touch your fingers to your forehead in greeting when your turn arrives. “I have brought something for you.” You say, presenting the warm blanket you began weaving the moment Ralu had told you Maika was pregnant. They both looked immensely touched by the gesture. “For the cold nights.” You unnecessarily add, amused by Maika’s glossy eyes and trembling mouth as she takes note of the intricate patterns. 

“Thank you, tsmuktu.” Ralu says, his voice thick, and you snort as you hand him the blanket. He gives your shoulder a halfhearted shove, and Maika giggles. Her son’s ears twitch at the sound, and he blinks up at her with big blue eyes. 

“Would you like to hold him?” She asks, and you pause. The babe is small— about the size of a tsurak egg, and probably just as fragile. You don’t remember the last time you held a child of his size, more used to the anklebiters that tackle each other off the walkways to race to the ilu pens. Your ears fold against your skull, and you open your mouth to politely decline, but Ralu arranges your arms into a comfortable position and promptly sets his tiny son in your hold. 

“Oh.” You breathe, staring back at the eyes flicking over your face. “What is, um,” The child wraps his small hands around your toa guard, curiously thumbing the leather, “what’s his name?” 

“Entu.” Ralu replies, smiling broadly at your awkward stance. Entu smacks your chin, and Maika giggles behind her hand, the corners of her eyes crinkling in amusement. 

He’s adorable, you have to admit. Tiny, fragile, and adorable. It won’t be long before he’s also carelessly sprinting down the walkways with the other children. You watch little Entu, enraptured, as the boy swats at the beads woven into your braids. The Metkayina often wear shells and pieces of sea glass in their hair, along with intricate leather bands, but amber and wooden beads belong to the Omatikaya. They were a precious gift from Jake and Neytiri when you began courting. It seems Entu likes them, too. 

You draw your eyes away from the baby, feeling someone’s gaze weighing on you. You spot — speak of the vrrtep — Jake watching you from the walkway with a strangely intense look. His amber eyes dance between your protective hold on the child and your face. Neytiri joins his side, wrapping her arm around his, and her expression gains that same bizarre heat. She leans up on the tips of her toes to say something into Jake’s ear, and his tail lashes almost violently. You tilt your head at them, confused. You haven’t done anything to provoke such a reaction, you don’t think…

Maika giggles again while Ralu’s mouth spreads into a smirk. Your fellow warrior takes his son, who’d been in the middle of nibbling on the corner of your toa guard, from your arms and nods in the direction of the forest Na’vi. “Good luck, tsmuktu.” He says in a teasing tone. 

“With what?” You ask, your confusion growing. 

“Tuktirey is eight cycles already, yes?” Maika asks thoughtfully, ignoring your own questions, and shares another look with her mate. Ralu nods, stroking Entu’s striped back as the babe rests his cheek against his father’s collarbone.

You broad tail sways in exasperation, “What do you mean? What does Tuk have to do with this?” 

Ralu shrugs his shoulders, careful not to disturb his son, “I’m sure your mates can explain.” 

You sigh at them, barely able to hold back a hiss, and bid them goodbye. You hear them laugh while you leave and, for a moment, you wish you had five fingers to mimic the rude gesture Lo’ak often shoots the other Metkayina boys. Jake and Neytiri’s eyes are dark with an emotion you can’t place, and they both watch you intently as you cautiously approach. You easily tower over them, causing you to lean down to greet them. Jake sighs into your mouth when you kiss him, trailing calloused fingers over the muscles of your abdomen. Neytiri leans against your side, brushing her lips against your cheek while her own slim fingers circle your bicep. You shiver, and you feel your ears grow hot. 

“Hello.” You murmur quietly as you pull away. “Did you go see Maika’s child?” You ask in a failed attempt to seem casual. 

Neytiri smiles, a beautiful thing that lights up her expression. “Yes. He will be strong.” She says in reply, once again glancing at Jake while subtly feeling your arm. There it is again, that look. Good luck, Ralu wished you, but with what?

“Come.” Jake speaks up, grasping your hand in his. His slim tail curls in an interested arc behind him. 

You’re a willing follower as they lead you to their marui, now empty given that their sons and daughters were busy in the reefs and will not come home until eclipse. The scent of their growing arousal perfumes the air, and you find yourself relaxing. For a moment, you’d thought you’d done something to anger them. You find yourself pushed onto their pallet, barely managing to move your tail out of the way in time to avoid sitting on it. 

Jake strokes the stripes along your jaw almost absentmindedly, “Entu’s a cute baby, isn’t he?” He asks in a strangely pointed manner. 

You look between them, feeling uncharacteristically nervous under their hungry stares, “Yes… He’s cute. And small.” 

Your words strike something in Neytiri, with the way her posture straightens and her eyes trail to your hands again. “Mm, he looked very small in your hands.” Your ears twitch at the breathiness of her voice. 

“The kids are so big now, it feels like forever ago when they were that size.” He adds, sighing wistfully, and traces your bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. The weight of his finger draws it downward, exposing your sharp teeth to his searching eyes. “It won’t be long until they move out. Even Tuktuk is getting older.” 

“Tuktirey is eight cycles already.” 

Oh. 

Jake grins at the look of realization that dawns on your face. It’s a filthy, debauched thing that sets your body on fire and makes your tewng grow tight around your groin, but you doubt. “Do you,” Your lips brush against his thumb as you speak, “want that of me? Another? They won’t be like…” You trail off with a grimace. You are Metkayina, not Omatikaya. Any children you sire will look like your People. If you were to have one with Jake and Neytiri, they would be different, and it will be your fault. You can’t give them children with the slim limbs, darker skin and amber eyes that their sons and daughters have.

Neytiri kneels beside you, her expression softening, and cups your face. “They will look like you.” She says, her lips spreading into a warm smile. “And we will love them the same way we’ve loved our other children.” 

“Mhm.” Jake hums in agreement, smoothing a hand over your braided hair. “What do you say, yawntu? You wanna be a Sempu?” The question should be as arousing as it is, but your cock throbs at the notion. 

Neytiri kisses you first, slow and deep. Her hands cradle your face like you’re something precious, and her lips part for your tongue. You tilt your head to trace the sharp points of her teeth, humming at the sweet taste of fruit lingering on her own tongue. You stroke your hand down the curves of her slim body, undoing the strings of her tewng that wrap around the base of her tail. She sighs into your mouth, her chest pressing against yours as she arches her back when your fingers trail lower. 

You gently press against her folds, feeling her arousal wet your fingers. You only manage to slip the tip of a finger inside her when Neytiri pulls away. Her pupils are wide, nearly swallowing the pretty amber of her eyes, and she makes space between you. You stare at her in confusion, but she shakes her head with a soft chuckle. 

“We were thinking,” Jake begins, his voice thick with arousal at what he’d been watching, and leans down to mouth along the column of your throat, “this could be my turn. It would be my first, too.” 

“Oh,” Is all you manage, feeling like the air has been taken out of your lungs. The thought of Jake, swollen with your seed, has your tail thumping against the pallet. 

He tilts his head, his eyebrows lifting, “Is that a yes?” 

“Obviously.” You reply, finally organizing your thoughts, and grab onto his slim waist to pull him closer. He straightens and stands very still while you untie the stings of his tewng.

Glossy strings of slick cling to the cloth as you slip it down his thick thighs. You swallow the excess saliva that pools in your mouth, resisting the urge to simply bury your face between his legs and lap at his slit like a starved nantang. You will do that another time. Jake shivers as the air inside the marui brushes against his heated flesh, precum shining on the flushed tip of his cock. Your appreciative hum trails off into a purr as you press your nose against the soft pudge of his stomach, inhaling slowly to drown your senses in his scent. It envelops you like a warm, intoxicating blanket.

Jake exhales shakily, and Neytiri settles behind you. Her hands ghost over your back, along the waving stripes of sea green that hug your body, and undoes the laces of your toa guard to bare more of your skin. You take another deep breath against Jake’s soft skin, then move your head to catch the opalescent droplets dribbling down his cock. He gasps raggedly at the sudden touch of your tongue, and his hands go to your hair. You slip your hand between his legs, brushing your fingers against the wet, swollen lips of his pussy. 

His hips tilt into your touch, easily accepting your fingers as they breach him. He’s warm and soft inside, and your tewng sticks to the arousal dripping from you. Neytiri’s mouth presses against your shoulder, leaving kisses against your skin as she watches you thrust your fingers inside Jake. You slip a second finger into his cunt, curling and spreading them apart to stretch him for your cock. Neytiri tugs your tewng down, curling her fingers around your hard length to free it from its confines. She swipes her thumb over the tip, collecting the slick and precum for an easier glide as she strokes you. 

You moan quietly, your ears folding against your head at the sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine. Jake’s breathing quickens, his tail lashing behind him, and he grinds against your fingers. He brings his tswin around, presenting the tendrils of his kuru to Neytiri. They writhe in the air, wanting, and you reach back to grasp her own tswin. She watches you, her lips parted as she pants, and nods. You move your eyes to the kuru, watching them intertwine and form tsaheylu, and you feel the way Neytiri shudders against your back with a soft, whining exhale. 

Your eyes dance back and forth between them as you keep moving your fingers, watching their matching expressions when you add a third finger to press against the spot inside Jake that makes their tails shake. You aim for it, again and again until he flutters around your fingers and they climax. It’s always lovely, seeing them become one through the bond, managing to make them come for you at the same time. Your fingers are coated in slick when you take them out, and Jake’s pussy twitches and clenches around nothing. 

Silently, you hold your soaked fingers to Neytiri’s mouth. Her eyelids flutter as your fingers slip past her lips, spreading Jake’s slick over her tongue. They groan simultaneously as the sweet taste spreads over her tastebuds. Neytiri suckles at your fingers, laving her tongue over and between them to get them clean. You pull away and kiss her chastely when she’s done before you turn back to Jake, reaching out to place your hands on his hips. “Are you ready?” You ask quietly, your eyes flitting over his face as you look up at him for any sign of hesitation, but he just smiles back at you. 

“I am, but…” He murmurs, placing his hands on your shoulders to steady himself as he moves to straddle your lap. You grunt as the swollen head of your cock bumps against his dripping folds as they hover over you. 

“Are you?” Neytiri whispers, finishing Jake’s train of thought. 

You smile as well, surrounded by the two people you love the most, about to make something beautiful. “Yes.” 

She wraps her fingers around your cock, guiding it inside Jake as he lowers himself. You groan as your cock inches inside him, bit by bit, until it’s completely buried inside him. It’s a snug fit despite his earlier orgasm, and more slick dribbles from where you meet to soak the inside of your thighs. It’s not your first time together like this— far from it, actually, but somehow it feels like a first. 

So you act like it is, rocking gently inside him and kissing the glowing freckles that dot his face. Jake pushes down to meet your thrusts, his ears flat against his skull. You hear the quiet, wet sounds of Neytiri thrusting her fingers inside herself as she kisses and nibbles at your throat. The action muffles her sounds, while Jake cries out freely as he bounces on your cock. His own erection grinds against your stomach, smearing precum onto your skin. 

“You’re wonderful,” You pant, quickening your pace, “Both of you. Great Mother, I love you both.” 

Jake tips his chin with a whine, and you capture his mouth with yours. His blunt nails dig into your chest as he scrambles for support and greedily suckles on your tongue. Your grunt is muffled when Neytiri bites down on your shoulder, her fangs breaking through the skin. It feels so good. “Give it to me,” Jake nearly sobs, breaking away with a soft squelch as thin strings of saliva hang between you, “Please, please, please—”

“Give us a baby, yawntu.” Neytiri says hotly against your skin, lapping at the blood rolling down your skin and rutting harder onto her fingers. 

“I will,” You snarl through grit teeth, slamming up into Jake’s pussy, “I’m going to fuck you full of my seed and we’ll watch it take. Watch you swell with a baby, our baby.” 

Jake cries out, his eyes rolling, and cum spills onto your stomach while his cunt tightens around your cock like a vice. As slick gushes onto your pelvis, Neytiri takes it upon herself to grasp your tswin with shaking hands and connects your kuru to theirs. It’s a decision that’s taken in the heat of the moment, but one that’s been considered for far longer. You gasp, and it gets caught in your throat like a sob. For a moment, you’re lost in the feelings that crash into you like a wave against the shore. It’s Jake, and it’s Neytiri, and it’s you. You shudder as you come, your eyes screwing shut from the sting of overwhelmed tears, and your ears fold. You hear someone groan, maybe it’s Jake, maybe it’s Neytiri, or maybe it’s you— it’s all of you. 

You tighten your fingers around Jake’s hips until you feel the phantom sting on your own, the bruises that will blossom on his skin come morning. You feel the seemingly endless ropes of cum you spill inside his cunt, the fluttering of his walls around your cock, and the press of Neytiri’s fingers against the softest parts of her. You tuck your face into the crook of Jake’s neck, and his hand curls around your nape to keep you there as he rolls his hips with small whines and whimpers, milking every drop you’re more than willing to offer. 

Neytiri coos at you, her tail curling around your waist as she nuzzles against your back. You stay like that, all huddled together and breathing like a single being. It’s tsaheylu, you realize— or maybe they explain without speaking. It’s lovely, and it’s everything you’ve ever wanted. Well, almost everything.

Jake gasps softly when you maneuver him onto his back on the pallet, careful not to break the bond. His cock lays against his soiled belly, half hard, and you tug Neytiri closer. “Again?” You ask out loud, even though you don’t have to. 

“Yeah, that’s—” Jake’s eyes grow half lidded at the thoughts that run through your mind, “that’s perfect.” 

Neytiri moans breathily when you push her down onto his cock, and she grips on to Jake’s arms while her tail tightens its hold on your waist. You pull back, slipping out of Jake until the very tip remains inside him, then thrust back inside him. Slick and cum make a bubbly, frothy mess around the thick base of your cock, smearing onto the mess that’s already on your skin as you drill into Jake’s gushing pussy. You lift and drag Neytiri’s hips down in time with your own thrusts, your ears perking at their pleasured cries. It’s sloppy, it’s wet, it’s loud— it’s wonderful, and it’s perfect. 

“You know, I admire you Jake. You are strong, even when you’re on the brink of death.” You say, voice soft while you dip the tips of your fingers in the war paint. The man in front of you smiles softly as he listens to you, big amber eyes never leaving your pretty face as your fingers gently pressed against his jaw, and slid down the long columns of his neck.

He shouldn’t be feeling this way towards you, no, you were mated with his teacher for god's sake!

And she was mated with you, the worrier that would one day become the leader of this clan.

He took a shaky deep breath, throat bobbing against your slim fingers as he tries to gather his guilty thoughts.

It was time for his Uniltaron, his dream hunt.

The dream hunt was very dangerous, it is a rite of passage in which the Na'vi seek their spirit animal. Usually, the warriors participate, sometimes even the hunters.

In the beginning stage of the ritual, you are fed a glow worm, then stung with an arachnoid. Its venom slows your heart, bringing you close to death to help you find your bond.

Many navi die from this, but many survive, becoming our greatest warriors. You survived it, Neytiri, your mate didn’t have a chance to as she was destined to be tsahik, Tsu’tey also survived it. You know Jake Sully can, he will survive it.

“You are strong, brave… a little stupid.” You said the last part with a grin, plump lips coming back on your fangs as Jake chuckles. “I know the risks… your mate taught me well,” he says, voice barely above a whisper as your painted fingers go down his shoulders and chest.

“But I want to be with the omatikyan. I want- no I need to prove myself. I… want you all to trust me.” Finally peeling your amber eyes away from his blue skin, your eyes meet with his. He was genuine, eyes dilated as they were already stuck on yours. “Well…survive this Jake silly,” your heart flutters from the intensity of his eyes, tail thumping against your thigh.

He truly wanted to be one of you. “And not only will you be omatikyan, you will be family. You will be our brother… a strong worrier that is loyal to us..then you will choose a mate, and you will be loyal to them.”

“Yawne? Is he ready?” Her long legs were the first thing you saw as she turned the corner, beautiful white paint you placed on her beforehand was carefully painted against her face, shoulders, chest, and arms.

Eyes meeting your wife’s eyes, you smile softly, which she returns to you. “Stum, yawne. Come, help me get him prepared.” Neytiri hums softly, golden eyes scanning the unfinished canvas on his back.

“Hey.” The male gives your wife an awkward nod, always feeling a little intimidated by her. “Hello,” she greeted back as she walks behind him, and settled herself on her knees. “Are you ready?” She asked, gentle fingers dipping into the bowl of paint, before meeting the warmth of his back.

“Um-yeah, somewhat heh.” And that was the truth. He knew how dangerous the dream hunt was, but he didn’t know how to prepare himself, how he should act, how painful it would be. “There is no somewhat. It is yes, or it is no.” This time it was you who spoke, fingers softly gliding their way down his hard stomach, causing him to get goosebumps from how low your fingers were.

You weren’t stupid, you knew what you were doing. Painting one’s body was an intimate act, no one should do it except the person's lover, or themselves. And definitely not someone who’s promised or mated to someone else.

Eyes looking up from his soft abs, and above Jake's shoulder, you were already met with the soft gaze of your wife, then the slight smile and a nod as she looks back down at the patterns.

You didn’t make this decision on your own, the both of you wanted him.

“W-well yes. I’m ready… as ready as I will ever be.”

If someone were to walk in, two wives sandwiching a dream walker, hands going over his body in such a detailing, delicate way, you’d be looked at crazy, no, not that a poly relationship was frowned upon, they were actually quite common, but because Jake Sully was yet to be apart of the clan.

“Good, then let us go jake sully, the tsahik and Olo'eyktan are waiting for your arrival.” You stood up, hand reaching out for your wife, which she took.

He watches as you reached your other hand for him, he was hesitant to take it, but you raised your invisible brow, signaling him to hurry. He was quick to grab it, a gasp leaving his mouth as you pulled him up with ease, making him stumble against you, but you stood stiff, not even moving backward from the force.

He quickly sat up straight, eyes meeting your grin as you removed your hand from his, and placed it on his lower back as you lead your wife and him into the deep and darkest part of Hometree.

The hums from the spirit circle calmed down into a buzzing silence.

You and Neytiri glance up at each other, nothing but anticipation and nervousness floating throughout your bodies as you watch Jake go from grunting in pain, rolling in the soil to going limp, breathing heavily. He must’ve passed out, or this might be his last breath.

“He, has passed,” you almost raised from your knees to crawl to him, heart stuttering in panic as your mother-in-law utters those words “his test, he has passed his test.”

“Mother.” Neytiri sends a glare over to her mother, moat just sends you both a grin as you sink back down in the soil. Something is seriously wrong with that woman

“Come daughter, you are future tsahik, help me wake him.” Your mate was quick to crawl into her mother's space. Everything was already laid out

You watched as your mother-in-law and wife mixed and crush herbs before Neytiri took the bowl and poured it into a pouch. Moving close to the ground, your love presses the sack of herbs against Jake's mouth and nose.

He took in one large breath before his eyes snapped open and a fit of coughing escaped from him. “O-oh god! It’s like smelling salts, get it away!” He coughs out, face turning the opposite way. The crowd around him released a chuckle from the reaction. “What is god? What is smelling salts?” Neytiri asked while placing a hand on his back.

“My love, no time for questions.” Your smile was wide as you crawled to the avatar, large eyes scanning his neck for the arachnoid sting. It was irritated and swollen, but nothing major. “Jake Sully,” Eytukan speaks up, voice loud, eyes proud as he reaches his hand up for the male to take.

Neytiri and you stand together as your father-in-law gives Jake Sully a nod of approval. “Congratulations brother. We shall celebrate!”

And celebrate you did, the night was beautiful. After Eytukan placed his hands upon Jake Sully's shoulders, you as the next leader were honored to wrap the band around his waist. “You are now one of us Jake Sully… You will protect us as we will protect you. Don’t disappoint us.”You joked, smile never leaving your face. “Never.” He responded, a smirk on his face as he never breaks contact.

During the middle of the celebration you slowly pulled Jake away from the crowds. “Come. I must show you something important.” You ignored the man’s questions as you dragged him through the lit forest.

“Ma Jake, ma y/n!” Neytiri called out with a smile, hands extending for both of your hands. “This, is Utraya Mokri, the tree of voices” you explain to the male as you walked with them on both of your sides. You released their hand and turned to them, Neytiris tail swaying back and forth with excitement as she gently grabbed the tendrils and gave you and Jake one.

“Here, we connect with Eywa, to hear the voices of our ancestors. This is a place for prayers to be heard. And sometimes answered.” Your wife explains as she grabs her queue and lets the nerves wrap around the tendril, with you following along with a deep breath.

Jake watches the both of you with a parted mouth before he grabs his braid, and connects to the tree. “Whoa.” He whispers and sighs. He watches as you and Neytiri make eye contact with dilated eyes and a soft smile, whispers going through his head that didn’t belong to him.

“ They live Jake, within Eywa. It is something very special to us. Something we share with the people we love.” You spoke, four-fingered hand making its way around jakes bicep. “And you’re sharing it with me?…” he looks into your shining eyes, the lights reflecting from them so beautifully.

“Jake…” Neytiri starts, hand grasping her braid and disconnecting it from the tree. “Today you finally became one of the people, omatikyan. This is what you’ve been wanting, what we’ve been training you for. ” she smiles softly as you disconnected, making him do so as well.

“This means you can make a bow from the wood of home tree.” You began circling around the man, making him turn his head to follow your voice, but only turning it back to Neytiri as she speaks. “And you may choose a woman. If not a woman then a man.” Neytiri's eyes trail away from his in a jealous silence, you notice this and quickly make your way to your wife, holding her hand to pull her close.

As the two of you share longing looks, Jake slowly makes his way closer to the both of you. “We have many fine women, Ninat is the best singer.” You started off the list, eyes never leaving your wife’s until you felt the warmth of Jake's body closing in. “I don’t want Ninat.” He knew what he wanted, the first time the both of you threaten to kill him, he knew exactly what he wanted.

“There is Beyral- she is a good hunter.” Neytiri follows your eyes, also locking eyes with Jake Sully. “She is a good hunter.” With this, you gently squeeze your wife’s hand as she releases a sigh and looks up at the glorious tree above them. “But I don’t want her either.” You felt your heart relax in your chest as Jake raises his hands and places them on you and Neytiris cheek, thumb gently rubbing over her scar, pulling her attention back to him, and over your glowing freckle.

“I’ve already chosen.” His voice went softer as he looks you both in the eye, your tail wrapping around his leg as a way to claim him even if he hasn’t spoken his truth yet. “But these women must also choose me.” You break out into a smile, head turning to your wife, her eyes already facing you with excitement. “Jake…” you whispered, a hand coming to rest upon the curve of his jaw and neck. “They already have.” Neytiri finishes your sentence as you lean in close and capture his lips with yours.

The three of you sink down onto the glowing soil below you, lips detaching from yours to attach to Neytiris. For once you didn’t feel jealous and protective about your wife, this felt right, this is what was meant to happen.

As Jake pulls away from Neytiri, you waste no time on taking your braid in your hand, your wife mimicking your actions and Jake doing the same, breath releasing shakingly from anticipation. “Next, we bond.” Your smile was soft as you glanced at your wife, this being her favorite part, she was quick to bring her braid to the middle.

Jake watches her queue move around, arousal spiking throughout his body as connects his own to hers, and yours to his. Breathing in that euphoria and releasing a shaking breath, you grabbed Jakes hand and brought it up to your chest, to your fast-pacing chest.

“Do you feel us, Jake? Our hearts, our breath,” you drag his large hand down your beaded bra, then down your toned stomach until you get to the shorter cloth of your loin cloth. “How aroused you make us? Because,” you dropped his shaky hand and crawled up to him onto his lap to hold his head on your hands, your wife making her way behind him

“We feel the way we make you feel. You’re nervous,” he breathes out, mouth parted open and eyes fluttering as Neytiris mouth slides against the column of his throat. You leaned in, resting your forehead on his, feeling his warm breath on your lips “you want us.”

You attached your lips to his, kissing him with so much passion, Jake never noticed your wife untying the knots that kept your cloth upon your waist. “My love lay him down.” She whispered in your ears, and you listened to her,lifting your hips, causing the cloth to fall down, leaving you bare as you gently pushed him on the moss.

You pull away from his lips, cold breath filling your lungs as you catch it. “W-wait, are you guys positive this is the best idea?”

“Yes.”

“Of course.”

The both of you say at the same time, the tail behind you swaying up high in arousal. “Ma Jake, lift your hips.” His brows come together, but he does as Neytiri says, a shocking expression appearing on his face as he feels his cloth slide from his body and a moan leaving his parted lips as he felt his arousal slap against the plush of your butt.

“Yawne,” you leaned down above Jake, the tip of his hard-on grazing your plump clit as you hover your hips above his. “Ye-yes?” He stutters from the feeling, Neytiris thumb running against his swollen lips, strong gaze never leaving them, anticipating.

“Don’t you want our mate to sit on this sayrìp face of yours?” He feels his cock twitch at the question, goosebumps going up his neck and down the flesh of his queue, causing all three of you to feel it. He didn’t know what the hell you said, it could’ve been an insult but he didn’t care

“Fuck, yeah- yes do it” This was like a dream come true. You and Neytiri look up at each other, a small smile shared on your faces as she positioned her hips above his mouth. Without a second wasted, the two of you link hands while Jake wraps his arms around her thighs, pulling her down until her weight was damn near suffocating him.

You watch as her face relaxes, jaw opening slightly as she feels Jake's rough muscle slowly lap up her juices with a groan in his throat. “Sìltsan Neytiri~” you leaned in, giving her a kiss on the mouth. Releasing her hands from yours, weak fingers make their way below you to gently grip the hard-on that rubbed against your clit, causing the male below the two of you to twitch. “My love..” she breathes out “Are you ready?” You nod with a soft smile, nervousness shooting up your spine as you were about to lose your virginity to the man who comes from a star.

You release a breath as your wife lined him up with your slicked hole, her other hand coming up to grip your hips to help you glide down with ease. Pulling away from the sweetness above him, Jake takes in a deep breath as he feels your hot heat slide down him, causing his hips to jerk up.

“Oh fuck~” he curses out, fingernails softly digging into the skin of his future wife, making her whimper. “Jake~” both women moan out, you reaching the base while Jake pulls Neytiri back onto his tongue, lips going around her clit to suck.

It was going to be a long night.

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You hum low in your throat as you roll your hips in a leisure thrust. Wet heat clenches around your cock, pulsing like a heartbeat. Jake drops his forehead against his folded arms, his back arching beautifully as he moans. “Pretty boy,” You sigh, smoothing a hand over the curve of his spine. The turquoise color of your skin clashes against the dark blue of his own. 

“Oh fuck,” He curses in his Sky Person language, pushing himself back to meet the pistoning of your hips. “S’good. So deep.” 

Neytiri takes her bottom lip between her teeth, rolling frantic circles onto her puffy clit with her fingers. Her cunt is flushed, puffy and pretty and slick with arousal that glistens and drips down her thighs to wet the woven carpet on the floor of your marui. Her fingers make loud squelching noises as they thrust into her cunt, curling in search of that spot inside her that makes her toes curl. She hasn’t been successful so far, but the sight of you fucking her mate into the ground has her nearing the edge. 

You tangle your fingers into Jake’s hair and lift his head. He grunts at the pleasurable sting that blooms over his scalp, only to groan wantonly at the sinfully delicious sight of his mate. “Come here, mama,” You coo at her, your ears flicking at the way her breath hitches in her throat. She meets your eyes, her pupils blown wide with need. “Let him get a taste.” 

She crawls forward and sits in front of Jake, spreading her legs. He immediately latches his mouth onto her clit, moaning at the taste of her desire. Neytiri holds him in the cradle of her thighs, weaving her slender fingers into his hair to guide him with the desperate bucking of her hips. You lean over Jake, giving a particularly firm thrust that has him whimpering into Neytiri’s cunt, and cup her cheek to pull her into a kiss. It’s a desperate, open mouthed kiss that has her gasping as you trace the points of her fangs with your tongue. 

Thin strings of spit connect your bruised lips as she pulls away to breathe. Neytiri cups your face, staring into your eyes as you grip Jake’s slim waist in your hands, dragging him back onto your cock with every thrust. Little ah, ah, ah, ah’s leave his occupied mouth in between kisses and licks peppered onto Neytiri’s clit, three of his fingers thrusting and curling inside her cunt. 

Her hand shakes as she reaches behind her to grasp the end of her tswin and bring it over her shoulder. She bares it to Jake, who nods almost frantically in response, and takes a hold of his own. You watch hungrily as the tendrils of their kuru interlock, and their bodies jolt as tsaheylu is made. The mutual pleasure proves to be too much for them, and they nearly scream as they orgasm. Jake grips her thighs tightly as cum paints the muscled planes of his torso, and Neytiri’s eyes screw shut as she gushes all over his slack mouth. You curse at the vice grip of Jake’s hole around your cock, doubling the force of your thrusts until he’s helplessly rocking back and forth. His thighs are a frothy mess of your precum and his slick, slapping wetly against your own.

“Inside—” He pleads in between ragged gasps, turning his head to look at you over his shoulder. He’s the image of debauchery, the lower half of his face soaked in Neytiri’s juices, “Come inside me, yawntu.” 

Neytiri drags her nails down your front, hunger in her eyes, “Fill him.” She breathes.

The coil in your abdomen snaps, and your hips snap forwards one last time to sheathe the entire length of your cock inside his hole. You tug him onto his knees, pressing his back flush against your chest, and wrap your fingers around his half hard cock to stroke him . He throws his head back, crying out as another orgasm rips through him, echoed by Neytiri’s answering moan. You hiss through your teeth as your balls clench, emptying rope after rope of cum into his hole until it drips in thick streams of opalescent white. 

“What do we say?” You murmur against Jake’s sweaty temple, mocking his own words.