#tamtey

Anxiety and fear; two emotions you had grown accustomed to feeling since being brought up in the TAP program. Fragments of memories flashed through your mind as you blankly watched the fire within the na'vi-crafted oven dance around the meal you were preparing to bring with you on your journey. The physical and mental abuse of being raised within such a cold place had manifested the familiarity of these feelings, yet something foreign lingered within them. More so the foundation on which these emotions had originally become second nature in your adolescence were now stemming from a completely different source and desire, a longing. “So you are really going to go through with it? You are leaving?” Ri'nela’s gentle voice spoke from a few feet behind you. The space between your eyes creased as your brows furrowed, recalling the conversation you had with both her and Teylan- more so Teylan's persistence to talk you out of doing what you had already set your mind on. “I am.” You spoke plainly, not turning to meet Ri'nela's gaze until you had removed your meal from within the oven, setting it on the outer ledge to cool. You had nothing else to say on the matter. The previous conversation, which had felt more like an ambush than a discussion, left you wishing for Nor’s presence. At least he would've been on your side. Noting the way Ri'nela’s eyes flowed over you, taking in your apprehensive stance, you readied yourself for whatever she had planned to say. “I'm not here to talk you out of it… I wanted to wish you a safe journey.” you reigned in your sigh, mentally thankful to be avoiding another heavy debate, “Thank you, ‘nela. Really.”, “Teylan wishes the same… he just needs time.”. Right, because while Ri’nela was standing before you, Teylan was probably off sulking, pouring the emotion into whatever gadget or equipment he was currently tinkering with, but you didn't blame him. Couldn’t blame him. 

 The three of you were each others’ support group during your years at TAP, especially after Ah'ari’s death. At the end of the day you were family and you understood Teylan's right to be upset and worried for your safety. “Tell him I'll be back soon. As soon as I locate So'lek, I'll come right back I swear.”.

The sky was still blanketed with stars the night you found So'lek attempting to leave the resistance hideout without so much as a goodbye. “I could help you hunt them down, So'lek. I'm a great tracker and I can go into any space undetected. You don't have to go alone.” you pleaded with him as So'lek adjusted the rifle strap across his chest. When he returned your gaze, his face etched with empathy, a look that would become burned into your brain for weeks to come, “It is not that I doubt your skill, Sarentu. Do not think for a moment that I do not think you would be well equipped for this sort of mission.” His form towered over you as he stepped closer, placing his large hand on your shoulder, the look in his eyes stern yet endearing, “But this is a mission that only I can carry out. For my clan, it must be me alone that does this. More so the resistance needs you here.”. A sort of weight began to swell in your chest. You owed so much to So'lek; he had saved you from TAP, trained you in certain aspects of combat, and had taught you in understanding what it was to be na'vi again. You admired him and at times like now when all you could do was lose yourself in his deep amber eyes, maybe that admiration went deeper than you wanted to admit. It left a heavy longing in your heart, its ache must have shown on your face as you felt So'lek’s thumb gently swipe along your cheekbone, catching a tear you hadn't known had fallen. “I will return, ma'eylan.”.

That was all he had said before disappearing into the night. And for the next month and a half— radio silence.

With your meal prepared, you slung your

pack over your shoulder, positioning the strap comfortably across your chest, walking toward the mouth of the cave, your eyes focused on the direction you last saw So'lek heading toward. In a final parting wish, Teylan insisted he at least code the coordinates found in So'lek’s duty rosters into your SID. 

That was a week ago. You’d been following the coordinates to the far east of the Kinglor forest looking for any sign of So’lek along the way. Nothing you found so far has been concrete. It would be hard for his scent to linger considering how long it had been since So’lek first departed on his mission, yet you remained hopeful as you neared the first location in the coordinates. Your feet carried you through the Kinglor forest with familiar ease, so much so that you’d hardly noticed that you’d found the first location as you rose up on a hill top, overlooking an overgrown and disheveled RDA base. While you, alongside the resistance, had initially ran the RDA out of this base, there had been a spike of recent activity, most likely in attempts to get the base back online and functioning again. Seeing as there was little activity inside the base, aside from a small group of deer, it was easily deduced that So’lek had successfully shut down any attempt of operations, yet you still wanted to be thorough and check for any possible clues or remnants of his presence. You began to make your way down the hill, anchoring yourself on adjacent trees and vines, yet the smell of something burning, beckoned your attention to your left and before you knew it you were following the scent trail, the musky scent of smoke billowing in your nostrils in such a way that it made your nose crinkle in irritation and disgust. Being familiar with the area you knew the scent was coming from one of the resistance’s shacks that was close by.

The shack itself, you realized, was empty yet hope fluttered in your chest at a certain scent mixed in with that of smoke from the fire pit which had been recently put out. So’lek had been here recently, and very recent by the strength in which his scent lingered in the air. Without a second thought you took off down the river, adjacent from the shack, his scent on the air beckoning you forward blindly, but something wasn’t right. Halting at the base of the river you came upon a small cave, your eyes widened as you suddenly found your feet glued to the dirt beneath you. The scent had definitely belonged to So’lek, but it was strong… too strong, almost overbearingly so. As if somehow a scent itself was plugging your airways stopping you from smelling anything in your surroundings. He couldn’t be hurt… or at least he wasn’t bleeding out as there was no metallic tang mixed in with the scent. It’s intensity felt unnatural, the pressure of it encompassing you like a flame, raising heat to the surface of your skin, and as you willed yourself to take a step forward you realized your heart was racing. Whatever was happening So’lek was here and possibly injured, you couldn’t stop now that he was so close. Taking in a deep breath to center yourself you pushed your way into the cave, continuing the path of the water stream. 

The cave was dimly lit by the small patches of bioluminescent moss that clung to its walls and floor. Cramped at first, as you crawled your way through its entrance yet as the cave opened up the deeper you went, you noticed a familiar armored vest, forgotten on the ground, and upon further inspection, so were various other articles of So’lek’s clothing. A mix of confusion and anxiety whirled in your chest, yet still you reminded yourself he was fine; no traces of blood were found on his clothing.  “So’lek?” The walls of the cave echoed your voice back to you as you called out to him, making your way deeper into the cave, wondering just how deep it went with how narrow the structure was. For a moment you thought you’d have longer to go before- “Sarentu?” The low gruff echo stopped you in your tracks for a brief moment, your heart leaping at the familiar voice.

 “So’lek! It’s me, I’m coming just hold-.”, “No!”. The aggressive edge to the command halted your progress once more. “Do not come here, go back to the resistance. Leave me.”. Leave him… your tail flicked rapidly in the small rocked space behind you as you grew agitated. If something was indeed wrong with him, leaving was without a doubt the last thing you were going to do. “Look… I know these missions tend to take a toll on you, but you don’t have to go through it alone. I’m here to help.” You say continuing your path through the cave. Finally rounding a corner you come to a large opening, the ground lit in luscious moss and other foliage, some poking through the seams in the rocks of the wall beside various levels of fungi. At the area’s center was a small pool, and despite noting the dispersed pieces of clothing from earlier, it did little to prepare you for the sight before you. 

In the center of the pool; his back pressed to the wall behind him, legs spread wide, one of them bent at the knee, his tail thrashing behind him furiously and amongst the illumination of his tanhì were beads of sweat decorating his skin. “So’lek are you-?”, as you made a step to move closer an urgent hand emerged from the water in a halting motion, “I am fine… but please do not come closer, Sarentu. I am not in my right mind.” His words filtered through labored almost strangled breaths. Standing at the mouth in the opening of this cave, you slowly move with your back against the wall, entering the space further, but keeping your distance. “Usually I’d believe you when you say you’re fine, but So’lek… you certainly don’t look fine. Actually you look awful if I’m being honest.” So’lek remained tight-lipped as he watched you with burning eyes, slowly crouch down to the cave floor to meet his eye level. Your movements reminded him of someone cautiously approaching a dangerous animal and perhaps in this instance you were right to do so. “Is this where you’ve been hiding instead of returning home to the resistance? Everyone’s worried about you, y’know. Do you know how long you’ve been-.”, “I am perfectly aware of how long I’ve been away.” His voice, although still labored, seemed more calm, or at the very least more practiced as he tried to appear calm. “So if you are truly fine like you say you are then what is keeping you from coming back with me right now?” Your eyes trailed over his form warily looking for any sign of injury and possible effects only to stop on the small ripple of water from the most subtle of movements below its surface between So’lek’s legs. So’lek’s head hung low as a strangled hiss escaped through his clenched teeth. Suddenly the pieces finally began to click together in your mind and your eyes widened as So’lek met your gaze from under heavy lashes, “Does… does it hurt?” Somehow the confidence you had came in here with began to falter as your eyes flicked from his to his hand moving beneath the water. A low growl echoed off the walls of the small cave, “It is not pleasant.” Cautiously you inched your way toward the pool, noting as So’lek’s chest started to heave heavier than it had previously. “Tell me how to help you.”, “There is no way you can help.” Groaning So’lek bit out the words, wrecking his brain to try and find some way to get you out of this cave and away from him.

“I’m not leaving you here, So’lek. So either you tell me how I can help or I sit here with you unlit… this passes.” A heavy and exhausted sigh cut through the air as So’lek turned his gaze away from you, “This is not my first rut, Sarentu and it will not be my last. I will endure this one alone just as I have all of the others.”. “I know…” you responded in a soft voice, and you did know about his years of solitude, knew- or at least heard about the intricacies of ruts and heats. At TAP you and the other Sarentu were given suppressants to dull the effects of this period once you had become of age, and being out of cryosleep you almost dreaded the oncoming threat of your heat and how it would affect you without them, yet mercifully having been in cryosleep seemed to delay it for the time being. “…But you don’t have to be alone, not anymore. Tell me there is a way to help you.” 

You were just about at the pool's edge and from this distance you could see just how harshly the effects of this rut were disturbing So’lek. His abs were tight, clenching and unclenching, his fist beneath the water balled tight around the base of his cock, making slow deliberate movements. You knew you shouldn’t be looking, knew that you shouldn’t even be this close and quite frankly knew from the moment you caught the intensity of his scent that you should have called your ikran and flown as far away as possible, but against your better judgement you wanted to be here. You wanted to be close to him, to help; whether that was to bring him relief or simply support, you would do it. So’lek followed your gaze and cursed under his breath yet made no move to cease his movements or cover himself in any way, “There is a way… it is not a cure, but it will lessen the effects to a degree.”, “Then tell me-.”, “-Tamtey.” The use of your name snapped you into focus, the seriousness in which he spoke it sent a shiver down your spine, paired with the intense gaze he now threw your way through lidded eyes reminding you of what’s at stake, “This method is very dangerous… it only takes for one of us to succumb to these urges before irreparable damage is done.”. Waiting on your confirming nod that you wanted to continue, So’lek slowly drew his kuru over his shoulder with his free hand. He was trembling now, despite how desperately he tried to mask it, holding the end of his kuru gently, the pink tendrils emerging from the safety of the ends of his hair, wriggling and frantic, reaching out searching for something to connect to. You understood the gesture and settled yourself on the mossy edge of the pool next to So’lek, copying the motion and drawing your kuru forward, yet before you could connect So’lek moved the end of his braid away briefly, “No matter what happens, no matter what you feel- stay. focused. You must not give in…” he inhaled deeply, his eyelids fluttering shut for a minute, “and if I lose myself you must leave.” You began to shake your head in disapproval, but So’lek’s low growl brought your attention back to him, “If I break you will leave me and you will run as far and as fast from this place as you can.” His tone left no room for argument even as you looked tenderly into his eyes and finally you nodded your agreement. “Stay focused…” he urged in a gentle voice as he slowly brought the end of his kuru to meet yours, the tendrils of each finding each other blissfully, engulfing and tightening around one another as So’lek’s feelings became yours and yours became his. 

The effects of his rut hit you with the force of an angtsìk causing a loud gasp to escape you. The ache in the pit of his stomach, the cold sweats that have encompassed his body, before you could process any more a sudden hand grips your forearm giving it a firm tug, not to pull, but ground you in the frenzy of emotions. “Focus.” So’lek’s voice came out rough through gritted teeth, “The more you dwell on it the more it intensifies. I need you… to focus. Close your eyes, focus on your breathing.” You lean into his instructions all too easily, imagining the air inside you as a ball of energy, growing and shrinking steadily. You feel your shoulders begin to ease when you hadn’t even noticed they had been stiff in the first place. “That’s it… you’re doing well.” So’lek’s voice whispers through the calm, you can feel him still gripping his cock through the bond, but his movements have ceased. The primal ache of need was like a beast prowling on the other side of a cage, but for the time being it was contained. Perhaps it was sympathy or blatant curiosity having never bonded to another na’vi, but within the mental confines of your mind, you wandered closer to the beast, a dark shimmering figure pacing back and forth in its cage, 2 sets of amber eyes locked on you as you approach. A thunderous growl rattled the void space around you with each step closer. Your ears perk in realization as the figure comes into full view, a palulukan, larger than you had ever seen prowling the wilderness of Pandora now stood inside the cage, but where as the creature was fully able to move within its prison just moments ago, now it was nearly breaking through the bars barely to fit with its size. Poor thing… you couldn’t tell if you had spoken the words or thought them, but before your better judgment could argue otherwise, you reached out to the creature. The beast huffed and thrashed against the cage clearly desperate to free itself from its confinement and the moment your fingers caressed it’s skin, it shuddered, its growl softening ever so slightly as your hand trailed down its shoulder, yet the moment your fingers drifted to its chest, the beast let out a mountain shattering roar and the next moment your eyes were open only to find yourself shoved to your back against the moss, with So’lek’s dripping form hovering above you. His hot breath fanning against your face, his body trembling once more, and you swear you could almost see wisps of steam emitting from his skin. 

“So’lek?” Your voice comes out faltered and unsure as you gaze up into the face of starvation and agony just inches from yours; his lips pulled back to reveal his fangs, nose scrunched in a snarl, ears pinned against the sides of his head, and you realize the crucial mistake you’d just made. “So’lek I’m sorry, l-let me try again.” Yet as you press your palms to his chest in an effort to push him back, your wrists are seized and in the next moment your hands are pinned above your head. His tight grip on your wrists make you wince at the discomfort, yet his eyes clench closed, brows knitting in the center of his forehead as his ragged breaths permeate in the space between you. Heat like vibration pooled in your core, matching So’lek’s own monstrous desire, but you could also feel his restraint, even now as you lay beneath him helpless, the mental shackles he had on himself were strong, yet waning with each passing moment. His rabid heart beat filled your ears, the symphony of his ravenous need accompanied the overpowering urge to dominate and claim you whispered in the corners of his mind like the voices of a many frenzied people. You could hear them all, desperate and starving, urging So’lek to touch more of you, to take and you could feel yourself slowly begin to submit, perhaps if there were any time to let your true feelings for So’lek show, now would be the time. Like unwrapping the leaves of a bundle, you slowly peel back the mental fortitude of your own desires, putting them on display for So’lek to witness in real time; from small touches, to stolen glances, and the emotions that came with them. Even now as you gaze up at him the fast pace of your own heart wasn’t entirely out of fear, but anticipation, the subtle wetness growing between your legs, making your tewng fit uncomfortably. So’lek’s heart skipped a beat before quickly picking back up its erratic pace again as his eyes found yours. A low growl rumbled in the pit of So’lek’s throat as you bore these things to him, his internal conflict painted blatantly in his features, “You should go…” he said simply, his voice hoarse as if the exhaustion of holding back his instincts was finally baring on him, “I won’t leave you.” You simply replied, unafraid. One of his hands moves from your wrist to the underside of your thigh, pushing your knee up to your chest, presenting the threat of how close his cock was to your clothed entrance, while allowing the aroma of your arousal to ascend to his nose, the intoxication of it causing his tail to flick and a gravely groan to escape him, “I will not be able to be gentle with you. Not like this”, “Then don’t be.” You hummed softly, raising your now free hand to cup his cheek, “I’m here, you don’t have to go through this alone anymore. Let go”.

With just a simple blink, So’lek’s lips were crushing against yours, tail thrashing behind him as he delves his tongue passed your lips and into your mouth, groaning at the taste of you. His hips ground against you, nudging the head of his cock insistently against your clothed core. Taking advantage of the loosened grip on your remaining wrist you raise your hands to tangle your fingers in his hair, deepening the kiss as you allow his tongue to over take your own. Your grip at the roots of his hair causes So’lek to groan into your mouth, all while his hands frantically begin removing articles of your clothing, mumbling something slurred against your lips about needing to feel more of you. The moment your top is off, ensuring nothing is in his way, So’lek moves from your lips to the column of your neck, dragging his tongue along its expanse, lapping at your pulse point, before closing his mouth around the spot. The mixed pressure of teeth and tongue has you arching against him, eager to assist his previous endeavor and shimmying your bottoms and loincloth down your legs. The moment your unfiltered scent of arousal hits So’lek’s nostrils, you find your other knee thrust up to your chest and the male above you leaving your neck forgotten as he lowers himself between your thighs. His eyes seemed to take on a deeper amber, his pupils blown wide as he looks up at you like the prey that’s so eagerly allowed itself to be caught by him, before he focuses his attention on your sopping cunt.

“Need to taste here…” was all he muttered before the flat of his tongue swiped along your center, eager to taste as much as he could in a single lick. A ripple shuttered down the bond as satisfaction, followed by a suffocating newly reinforced need that swelled in the pit of So’lek’s stomach. His intention was clear. “So’lek wait-!” You gasp, yet your protest falls on deaf ears as So’lek all but devours your cunt, his tongue alternating between swiping, flicking and lapping through your folds, before closing his mouth around the bundle of nerves at the peak of your entrance and sucking hard. Something resembling a yelp escapes you as the foreign feeling of his mouth in such an intimate spot has you instinctively trying to close your legs, but it takes no time at all for a pair of strong hands to pry your legs open, and by the might of Eywa, the dangerous look of warning in his eyes he throws your way has you gripping at the moss around you for something to ground you in this moment, submitting to your fate, allowing the pleasurable heat in your core to permeate within you. As if for good measure, So’lek’s arms wrap around your thighs, locking your legs in their open position as his greed consumes any rational thought left in his mind.

A mix of groans and slurred speech thrum against your intimates as So’lek showers your pretty little pussy in praises, like a drunk man drowning in an endless bowl of zangke; lost in the flavor of you on his tongue, fueling the fire burning in his core. All of it has you near tears as you feel a climax coiling so tightly in your stomach that a dizziness threatens to take hold of you. As if a saving grace from Eywa herself, the presence of So’lek’s tongue against you vanishes and you are met with the deep amber eyes of the male before you as his temple rests against your inner thigh, the whites of his eyes now reddened around the edges. His swollen lips parted to allow slow yet uneven breaths to pass through them, his mouth and chin glazed in your arousal. “Sarentu…” the nickname is huffed, wiping away your remaining arousal from his mouth with the back of his hand, low and sensual as So’lek begins leaning over you, his careful hands traveling from your legs, mapping out your lower abdomen, his fingers gingery tracing the stripes adorning the skin there, until settling with an assertive grip on your hips. “I cannot wait any longer.” He groans, aligning your entrance with the head of his throbbing cock. Your eyes widen slightly, watching with bated breath, anticipation tickling at the edges of your being, accompanied by intrigue as you truly process the sheer size of him, noting the hint of a bulge at the base of his cock, eager to slip through the confines of his slit.

Shit, this is really happening… you think to yourself, heart pounding against your ribcage. The realization must be painted all over your features because the moment you lock eyes with So’lek, a look of pained empathy is written all over his face. “Don’t.” You coo, already seeing the words that are about to leave his lips, you reach up to cup his face, bringing his forehead to your own, “I want this… I want you, ma’ So’lek. Please don’t pull away from me now.”.  A shudder runs through So’lek’s body at your words. Words that seem to comfort him as he nuzzles against you. One of his hands leaving your hip to hold one of your own against his cheek, “You must understand that I will not be able to stop, not until this pain subsides.”. Even through his current ache, the insufferable pain that he’s endured for days now, So’lek pushed through the shackles of pure instinct to resist just enough to ensure your wellbeing, ensure that this is what you wanted. A thought came into your mind. That even now, being so close to getting what he wanted, he’d find the will to let you go. You would run just as he had told you to and he would be hot on your heels, but you’d get away and that would be that. It’s the clench in your chest at the thought of leaving him behind that finalizes your resolve. His hand drifts from your own to lay his palm flat against your lower abdomen, “Not until I am certain that this place will become well and swollen with my prrnen.”. It’s now when So’lek pulls away just enough to look you in the eye, the feeling of acceptance radiating through the bond ushering his hips forward, pressing his tip flush against your entrance. “Oe ngeyä lu” you whisper gently, only for him to hear.

Thrust

The single motion that breaks every boundary you once knew and molds it something stronger, fervid. A profound blend that is solely made of you and So’lek both mind and body. A strained growl rumbles beside your ear as So’lek desperately pushes through the tightness of your inner walls, which despite both yours and his own slick, proves to be a challenge for him. A whimper falls from your lips as you attempt to open your legs wider, but So’lek takes a different approach, returning your knees to their pushed position at your chest, resting your calves against his shoulders, “Kämunge fì’u.” He demands, his tone harsh and possessive, successfully pushing deeper inside with the new angle. A pitchy moan escapes you as the girth of his cock molds your walls, coaxing it to fashion your pussy into a perfect sleeve for him. You finally find some reprieve from the stretch as the tip of his cock kisses the opening of your cervix, So’lek seemingly distracted with letting your walls flutter around him as he inhales the crook of your neck, taking in your scent like a drug, his tail flicking rapidly in the air behind him.

“Hmm… ma’yawntu. Ma’muntxa.” So’lek purrs, brushing his cheek against your own to ensure his scent is passed to you, a gesture in which you instinctively return the favor, whilst his hips slowly rock against you, grinding against that deepest part of your cunt. Just as an impatient whine begins to work its way up of your throat, So’lek draws back, the walls of your pussy gripping onto every ridge and vein of his cock as he withdraws, only for him to push back in with assertive force, knocking your body with a subtle bounce against the ground.

The grip in which So’lek has on the back of your knees, has the peaks of his knuckles whitening, the pressure of his hold pushing your knees flush to your chest to a degree that has your rear slightly lifting off the ground, practically folding you in half and giving him the perfect angle as So’lek rocks into your body with calculated yet hard thrust after another. His mouth hangs open as a variation of groans, growls, and hisses emitted from his vocal cords. You however are the epitome of acquiescence. Your moans and whimpers are the harmony to his animalistic vocalizations, throwing your head back and forth in a pleasured frenzy, hands desperate to seize any part of him you can reach in efforts to ground yourself. “Ahh… f-fuck, So’lek!” you whine out in punched breaths as a new pressure begins to prod at your entrance. “That’s it… you’re doing so well, sweet girl. So tight. So perfect.”.

With a renewed sense of vigor, So’lek’s thrusts begin picking up in speed. His hands allow the strain in your legs to ease as he finally releases his hold on your knees, if only to move his hands southbound, taking fist fulls of your ass cheeks into his grasp, guiding your movements as the bulge at the base of his cock began pushing past his slit, bumping against your clit with every thrust. Your moans morph into gasped whines as your already sensitive clit takes on this new form of assault, eyes widening when you feel the bulge nudging at your entrance. “Srane, take my knot inside.” Despite So’lek’s encouragement the ache of your cunt stretching to accommodate his knot insisted the request was near impossible, “Mmng! S-So’lek it’s too much…It won’t fit!”.

“It will fit.” So’lek assures breathily, his tone coated with lust as his hips surge forward, his hands guiding your body to him in unison, pushing his knot inside ever so slightly causing you to gasp at the sudden intrusion, “Haah… Tsafya. Just a little more.”. When his praises fall on deaf ears, So’lek leans over you, pressing a gentle kiss at your hairline, his tail wrapping around yours affectionately. “Ma’tìyawn…” he coos softly as the pressure of his knot conjures a string of whimpers to emit from you, “Shh, ma’Tamtey…easy.. it is almost in.” And it was, you could feel it. The more it held you open the easier your body was somehow able to take it, but his knot had pushed his cock so deeply inside you that you swear you could feel the head of So’lek’s cock nudging from the inside of your stomach. It was both too much and everything your body craved at the same time. Nuzzling into him, you begin to rock your hips to meet his, desperate for his knot to finally seat itself inside you. The heat of your breaths mingle between you as pushes become adamant grinding, finally easing his knot into you with a loud squelch, conjuring harmonious sighs of satisfaction from each of you. 

“There…” So’lek hummed, continuing to grind himself against you with little restraint, thrusting as if he’d pull his knot right back out, to which he succeeded about half way before your cunt sucked him right back in. The dizzying heat of body temperature and sexual frenzy muddying your mind made everything feel heightened, including the undeniable tightening of your core as you sat right on the precipice of your climax. The world itself felt like it was spinning, the only thing grounding you in this instance was the male above you. Your mate. “Mm’going to fill you… paint you with my seed. Stuff this pretty pussy with it until you become round with my child.” So’lek murmured into your neck, sweat slick on his forehead as he mindlessly rutted against you racing toward his own finish. “So’lek! I’m so close-!”, “Rrrg…Say it again, Sarentu… call for me” and like a command you couldn’t disobey, his name fell from your lips in a repetitive chant, climbing in pitch until your climax came crashing down around you like a storm, So’lek following close after you, as he releases hot ropes of cum inside of you, blissfully groaning at the finality in the sense of release.

For a moment you both laid there, hot and panting before ever-so carefully, So’lek wrapped his arms around you, pulling you flush against his body, careful to not disturb the knot still locked inside you or tsaheylu, before moving the two of you to the pool of water you’d first found So’lek in. It’s cool temperature was like heaven on your skin. Keeping you wrapped in his arm, So’lek began to wash away the sweat from your body, kissing away some of the water droplets as he went. While this isn’t how you’d imagined this mission to find So’lek would go by a long shot, you’d do it over again if only to relive the moment you first bonded with your mate. A heavy sigh carried you from your thoughts as you lifted your head that had been resting against So’lek’s shoulder to look at him, “What is it?” You hum, exhaustion etched in your voice. His lips were pulled in a tight scowl, the one of disappointment you were familiar with, “You are bruised…” He grumbled in a low whisper, gentle fingers grazing over the dark purple bruises along your hips, thoughtfully. Bruises that you knew probably had matching sets behind your knees, on your neck, and on your ass. A look of concern flashes across your features, but not for yourself, but from the shame that you felt now plagued his thoughts. With a steady hand you guided his chin to look at you, a gentle smile spread along your lips as you looked up at him lovingly, “They will heal. Don’t fret over something so small.”. A low hum answered your words as he took your hand and pressed your knuckles to his lips.

“Besides, if it was to help your rut, then I don’t mind it. At least it’s over now.” Something in your words had So’lek giving you a firm almost regretful look and suddenly you wondered if you had said something wrong. “Know that I am grateful for your generosity in deciding to help me with this cycle and while it should be over by the sunrise…” his words seem to hang in the air as the overwhelming sense of arousal begins to brew in the pit of his stomach, speaking for him through the bond. “…it is going to be a long night.”. 

Happy new year you filthy animals😘

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