Pretty Boy loves Mighty Warrior
Teylan x Zeswa!Gn!Reader Read Part 1 Here. This is Part 2.
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Summary: Teylan wanted to pet a Zakru but fell in love instead.
TW/CW: idiots in love, fluff, smut, inexperienced x inexperienced, submissive Teylan, dry humping, reader has a vagina, p in v, my smut is so bad you might cry.
18/01/2026(10K words)
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When the sun woke up, it was already time for you to prepare for your departure. Caressing your ikran, a few others hunters were behind you with their family offering them blessings. Teylan stood proudly in front of you, handing you your precious bow. His face lightened up, his eyes glittering. That night was the best sleep you had since sawtute came on your planet. You smiled back at him, feeling like a child in love.
"I’m already excited thinking about you coming back. He whispered, two lovers sharing a secret. His nose was so close to yours he thinks about them touching, the sight could have been indecent if everyone else didn’t already know about your relationship. You chuckled, holding your bow.
- I’m not even gone yet.
- But you're never really gone now that we can talk.
- One last stupid task and I’ll be allowed to stay here. A promise to stay by his side, his heart churns in his rib-cage.
- I’m really excited." You were, too. Seeing you in all your warrior glory, fully armored on your mighty ikran, Teylan believed he might as well mate with you as soon as you returned. Those last few days have been the happiest he’s ever been and thinking you were the one for him, forever, wasn’t feeling like such a reach anymore.
He felt home.
The Sarentu held your hand as Nesim called for everyone, sending you one last smile, caressing your fingers before your ikran lep in the air to disappear for yet another week. Teylan waited until you left his sight to finally trot back to the lab, mind full with images of you.
Building back camps destroyed during the RDA raids was tiring, but your Sarentu knew how to distract you. He spent the first day telling everything to Priya, well, not everything as he liked his privacy with you but quite everything. She supported him fully, jumping on the occasion to tell him to mate with you. She insisted she would have done it already if she was him, and you were Anqa. "So it’s official" she had said. Teylan was nervous about the implications : mating meant forever and ever, until death do you apart but most importantly it meant being intimate, more so than you have been. He wanted it, desperately, but did you ?
Of course, thinking about it aroused him to no end yet stress was eating him alive. Few of his thoughts, in all of his life, have been sexual. During usual Na’vi childhood, teenagers were educated about it and witness to casual mated life through the clan. Human relationships were his only example, and even then, only sentimentally ! The most he’s ever seen was a dirty magazine he had found in the TAP years ago, reading through it with more curiosity than arousal and, to this day, couldn’t find it exciting for the life of him. Surely belonging to one of the RDA soldiers, the sight of two naked human was relatively intriguing to say the least.
He wondered if you were thinking the same things, if you were nervous too.
Knowing both of you were learning together would comfort him greatly, but he had to have a conversation with you before it could escalate. Perhaps you did not even want to mate, yet. Your relationship was young, after all. Taking the time to process everything and evolve slowly might be more fitting for you.
To distract himself from his thoughts, Teylan made good use of the radio. Sometimes, during the day, you would hear the faint static noise around your neck and the soft voice of Teylan. He would ask how you were doing with a gentle smile you could clearly imagine on his face, tell you what Na’kula did that day and ask if you met any trouble with the group. Happily, he’d inform you of nearby interesting places you should check out, RDA camps you might have missed or even pretty lakes where your ikran could satiate herself.
Sometimes, when you’d be half asleep, you’d swear you could hear his voice whispering "I miss you" but when you’d turn on your own radio to call his name, suddenly no one was there. Curled up in the lab, the apple of his cheeks would burn violet.
Ri’nela was worried sick. Ever since war was over, Teylan was acting weird. Busy with clan duty, she had been forced to work, leaving the younger Sarentu on his own. She observed him these past few days, humming to himself, laughing to everything and going out in the village. He had always been joyful, this part didn’t surprise her much, but this necklace of his wasn’t there before. Now guilty of her absence, she turned to So’lek for help. Observant, he must have noticed what she didn’t.
"I know you’re not exactly the most sentimental man, she said. The lone man sighed, wondering why were the Sarentu so adamant on harassing him. His ikran flew above him peacefully, the wind was light and cooling : a perfect scenery, if not for troubles always following him.
- Then why are you persisting in coming to me ? He was wise, thought Ri’nela, that was why she insisted.
- It's about Teylan. The woman spoke. He admires you a lot so... I thought you would know what's bothering him ?
- What's bothering you ? He's not a child, you are always worrying too much about him.
- I know, I know. It's just that he's always been the most fragile and... It's an habit, sorry. She seems willing to drop the subject, but her lips shake and her brows furrow. She realizes So’lek is right, as always. She was worrying too much, Teylan had grown up and was a fully functioning adult. He was not the scared child crying in the TAP’s dormitory . Yet, she couldn’t help it. He was to her a little brother she had to take care of. Therefore she spits: Teylan is acting weird. So'lek sighs, he decides he hates this day. She continues. He insists wanting to follow Alma's lessons. He says he wants to know Pandora and this is technically not new, but he's been studying a lot more lately. As if he wants to catch up. She looks at the ground, worry on her face. The other day, I caught him talking to himself in the mirror. He had taken off his hat. So'lek is holding back laughter at the ridicule of the situation. Ri’nela is frustrated with his lack of words.
- He has a necklace now, too. He never wore anything else than his radio before.
- The young Sarentu is in love, it's as simple as that.
- What ?
Ri’nela never thought about this situation, in fact, she now felt guilty realizing she never considered Teylan could be a man like any other Na’vi. It felt strange ; in her head, he was still so small, but now he was trying to show off like an ikran searching for a partner.
- I thought you to be more perceptive, Tsahik. He said with a mischievous grin. Her face warming up.
- But... Who ? When ? How ? Do we know them ?" When shock passed, Ri’nela finally relief washing over her. The thought of someone loving Teylan enough for him to open up this much was enough for her to understand she didn’t have to worry any further.
The young Sarentu, ignoring everything of the conversation happening concerning him, ran straight beside them, not even sparing a glance. Ri’nela, confused, look up behind So’lek : ikrans were landing one after the other. She realized a week had passed, too caught up in her responsibilities. Frowning, she wondered where did Teylan ran up to, until she spotted him, tail flickering like a mad palulukan and waiting for ikrans to calm down.
Ri’nela smiles warmly when he runs to you, the warrior he spent weeks observing from the lab at his arrival. So’lek had left, taking advantage of her surprise. Her eyes closed, accepting, before she resumed her previous activities.
"Teylan ! His heart does a few somersaults at your voice. He trots to you and finds your ikran slowly coming down on the ground. He can't find it in himself to try and conceal his happiness as he smiles with all of his teeth showing, skipping to your mount. His laughter fills the air as you jump down from your ikran to meet him. He vaguely notices your Zeswa friend behind you, eyes solely on you. Unbeknownst to you, Teylan's heart warmed up with anticipation, relief flooding his senses and he valiantly fought against himself as to not jump on you to hug you with vehemence. Teylan's tail is violently exhilarated behind him.
First thing you noticed about him was his painted body.
- How was the hunt ? Did you bring something ? His pupils dart over you, trying to scan your body for any injury.
- Eventful, we're happy but exhausted.
A few RDA installations were still causing worry to the nearby animals who would rather recede than risk entering them. Nesim and Minang decided it to be better to follow the herd and move along with them.
- Did you miss me ? You joked, Teylan's face turns purple at the speed of light. He nods. The man stares holes into the ground, burning in and out. The Sarentu tilts his hat in front of his eyes nervously to hide them. Surprise colors your face at such reaction for such a small joke. You wonder if you said something weird.
Your ikran screeches behind you, as if sensing the tension and wanting to help you out.
Teylan thinks about being alone with you, your absence left a hole in his life he absolutely needed to fill now. Never would he actually tell you what was he thinking about when looking at you, but it for sure wasn’t the purest emotions he’s felt. He is filled with apprehension, yet heat pools in the lower part of his tummy with excitement.
Finding his behavior strange, you pat your ikran one last time, giving her food before she jumped to the sky. Warriors were leaving the place, soon only leaving the two of you. Raking over his body, you notice the necklace still tight around his neck but also a light addition to his wrist: a small blue piece of fabric like a bracelet. His legs and arms covered in Zeswa patterns. Eywa, you thought, dinner is ready.
- Did you paint yourself ?
- Yes !" When he realizes his enthusiasm, he goes purple in the face and cough, trying to tone it down. "I did. I thought it would be more appropriate for me to appear more Zeswa-like since I will be staying here. Do you like it ?
- Love it actually." And Teylan can't hide his joy, his tail dances behind him as he tries not to jump out of excitement. "It suits you well." You weren't lying, though you hoped he was not trying to change just to fit in the masse. "Do you like it ?
Teylan is rendered silent. His mouth in a thin line, thinking about it.
- Yes, I like the colors. TAP's... I mean, human clothes can be a little grey.
- I can't disagree with that !
Teylan scrupulously scans your body, eyes licking the smudged paint of your face, your tilted headpiece, your strong arms which surely assured food for the village and your tough belt hiding what he desired to see the most. He is burning, saliva pooling in his mouth. Shame hits him, but not hard enough to stop.
- Are you tired ? He asked, a code for ‘I want to have sex with you, right now, but am afraid you might fall asleep on me after a week of work’. You understood ‘Are you tired ?’.
- I’m okay", you were not. The will to spend time with him was huge, but your body would collapse if you had to stand here longer. Your back felt completely destroyed, muscles melting into mush under your skin. Teylan noticed the poor state of your body. Compassionate, he tells you to go home.
"But I want to stay with you" you said and he couldn’t refuse you anything. The Sarentu guided you back to the tent, comforted by the smell of your house, he lingered near your bed to take you in. You were in a pitiful state, even though no injury was apparent, exhaustion was deeply ingrained in you. Teylan insist that you lay down, to which you tell him you’ll do so, only if he’ll stay the night.
Refusal wasn’t even on his mind, yet you seemed apprehensive. You felt bad for not being in better shape. Your eyelids were heavy. Slowly, you take off your chest piece, ankle’s protection and everything that would disturb your comfort during sleep. Teylan watched over you carefully, not knowing if he was enjoying the view or hating it. You looked so tired, while he waited all week doing nothing, with only mating on his mind.
He felt guilty for not noticing earlier, but as a true Zeswa, your emotions could be highly guarded.
Now comfortable, you kneel down on your bed, slowly sliding against the floor to lay completely on your stomach, enjoying the firm, unwavering hold the hard ground held on your putty body. Teylan follows, seeing as you sighed in relief at finally being able to rest. He wished he could do something to ease your pain, share it even, but feared of worsening the situation. You stay silent, enjoying the distant sounds of music in the village, celebrating warrior’s comeback and his breathing next to you.
Perhaps, he thought, he could make tsaheylu with you. But he quickly shoo the idea away. This link must me done according to the customs.
"Are you okay ?" He murmured and immediately thought his question was the dumbest he’s ever asked, you thought he was cute.
You weakly, tiredly whispered something akin to a ‘yes’. Teylan sighed, staring at your almost naked back. It was tense, muscles still contracted despite you laying down. Tingles raid his hands to the point where they become numb, begging to touch you in some way. He feels he has to at least try and make you feel better. Unwavering on the ground in front of him, he hesitates for a while, wondering whether or not it would disturb your rest but decided to risk it. Leisurely, the Sarentu glides the tip of his fingers along your back, following your stripes. When you shuddered, he blew air with his nose trying not to chuckle. It might be the first time you’ve ever let yourself this pliant under him.
He admired your defined muscles, the dots littering your skin, some scars and your stripes. Teylan lays his palms flat on your back, rubbing relaxing circles on your form. When you sigh, relief floods him. For a while, no word is exchanged, basking in the easiness of the moment. Clearly, you needed this and Teylan was only happy to provide. As your muscles stay tight, Teylan decides it is not enough and straddle you entirely, sitting above your ass, never putting his whole weight and holding himself up with his knees. Nervousness is eating at him, but you haven’t told him to stop so he figured you might be okay with this impromptu massage. He never actually ever massaged anyone, but now that he was here, he might as well do it.
Careful not to crush your tail under him, Teylan hypes himself up in his head, rubbing his hands to create warmth. His palms start at the bottom of your back, thumb following your spine as he slowly pulls your muscles up. A sigh escapes you. Teylan’s hands were using the exact right amount of pressure to relieve the accumulated stress of your back. Kneading your skin, his fingers caress with tenderness and press with force on your sore body enough to make you whine. Teylan giggles, delighted at the prospect of making you feel good. Your skin is covered in shivers, and your eyes feel heavy. He repeats the movements again and again until you go silent, breath steady, and he understands you’ve fallen asleep.
He doesn’t stop, continuing his ministrations for a while before eventually ceasing. As he gets off you, he slides his hand one last time on your back to warm you up as he takes off his hat and harness to lay down next to you, facing your sleeping face.
Teylan snugs his face in your neck, breathing you in, feeling drunk out of your smell. His tail curls around your leg, arm setting on your back to squeeze you to him. Unconsciously, he rubs his cheek against yours as he feels his own eyes starting to close.
The first few sun rays hit your face and before you even realized it, you slept a full night without waking up. Warmth spread on your chest, and with heavy lids, you gaze down to notice Teylan’s face nuzzled on you. Your legs are tangled, his arm tight around your waist as he is curled against you. His breathing is soft, steady : he is still sleeping.
Amazed, your fingers thread through his uncovered hair to massage his scalp. His haircut is cute, clearly influenced by human since he might be the first Na’vi you saw sporting such a style. His hat lays on the ground behind him, just beside his harness. Softly, your hand resumes its travel, reaching the tip of his ear that you rub. When a shiver crosses his body, a smile coat your lips.
He whines when you scratch at his head again, rubbing his nose against your chest for warmth. The chuckle you exited rumbled through his body, forcing him to open his eyes. Teylan lift his gaze up, locking eyes with you. He smiles, eyes still half-closed but happy to see you nonetheless. He held onto you all night stucking you in this position until morning.
You would have asked him if he slept well, but his puffy and wrinkled face was enough of an answer. The beaded top you wore under your chest-piece had left its mark on his cheek, a pretty pattern that would stay here a few more minutes, long enough for you to admire.
Guilty from last night, you thank him for putting up with your tired-warrior-body, to which he easily answered it didn’t feel like a chore at all, but mostly a blessing. Corny, you thought, but adorable.
His left eye partially close, weak from the day light. Teylan’s head move, now resting under your chin as his arms stretch like a big nantang after a good rest. He asks you how you are feeling, voice muffled against your skin. Your hand resume its previous occupation and rub at his scalp as he tells you about a dream he had where you and him slept on Na’kula’s back as she strolled on Pandora.
Amused, you told him this dream could very well be real to which he smiled and asked you to kiss him again.
Without any hesitation, you reached down and obliged. Teylan sighed in relief upon feeling your lips on his, his hand sliding up to hold your neck closer to him. Wet mouth sounds fills the room as Teylan is lost in the kiss, not even thinking about the open tent you both were in. Despite the innocent start, it seemed the whole week of distance did not only affect the man as the Sarentu sees himself forced to upon his mouth to whine when your sharp canine stabs his lower lip. Impatient, your tongue slips in, meeting his in a domination war he was more than happy to let you win. Teylan’s hand descend to your tight that he greedily pulls up on his waist, his nails leaving moon crest in your skin. Your wet muscle is relentless, licking and sucking at his with no will to stop. Teylan feels hot, his loincloth one hair away from being ripped away by his care.
When his fingers taps twice at your skin, you believe he might need to breathe and break away from him. He gasps for air, eyes glazed over and absolutely begging. Your lips find his neck, mouthing and scenting his crest like you’d die if you didn’t. Teylan moans, hips uncontrollably thrusting in the air. He nuzzles your cheek, absorbing your smell and calling for you lips again with an insatiable hunger. The usual black pearls of his eyes are now completely dilated, his gaze lidded. The man handles your body, pulling you entirely above him in order to straddle him. His hand grabs at your thighs, yours hold his face. The breathing rhythm he followed was still irregular, jerky, but he couldn’t care less. He’d die of asphyxia it it meant kissing you again.
"You’re the prettiest Na'vi I’ve ever seen." You smiled and for once Teylan took the first step in caging your lips with his.
His nose rub against yours softly, contrasting the violence with which you mouth was hungry for his. Teylan laps at your lips and mouth, desperate for a taste, unconsciously starting to grind against your core. He could feel the wet of your loincloth, his cock trembling painfully under the fabric. Your palm reach down to his shirt, free of any harness blocking you the way, and rise it up enough to slide underneath and smudging the paint he must have spent so much time applying. He shudders, whining into your mouth as your hand travel across his chest at a slow pace. Trailing up his torso, your finger stumble upon his nipple that you make sure to play with slightly on your way up. Teylan whimpers as he gladly lets your hand map his body to your wish.
Saliva drips from his chin but Teylan couldn’t possibly care less, his private part is throbbing and his throat burns with anticipation. With febrile and hesitating move, one of his hand abandons your thigh to palm at your chest, shuddering on contact as if testing the waters. As you bend in his touch, Teylan’s doubts disappear. His tongue restlessly sucks on yours, trying by all way possible to be one. The tent atmosphere is charged, hot and loud with wet sounds. His canine scratch at your chin, impatient ; he kisses it better before he slips his wet muscle in your mouth again. Your beaded chest-piece is bothering him, but he can’t find it in him to remove it. As he slightly push it out of the way, his hand finally hold your breast and a groan escapes him. It’s warm, a little heavy in his palm but oh so comfortable. This time, he doesn’t think twice before tightening his hold on it, thumbing at your nipple. As ashamed as he may feel, he had wanted to do this for months.
In the rise of your hand, his shirt started to bother you and snapping in irritation, you take it off. Teylan lets go of you briefly to raise his arms, easing his shirt off before immediately resuming his activities. He wanted his mouth on every part of you but Teylan thought he didn’t know what he was doing at all. Following what felt pleasant had led him to this point so he supposed he was doing good in a way as you did not complain one bit. When you break away from him, Teylan is entranced by the trail of saliva linking your mouths together. Lolling his tongue out, he catches it before it breaks. Mouth agape, the sight in front of you soaks your loincloth.
"Not close enough", he mutters under his breath, "need to be closer." He says as his hands force your chest flat against his. He could feel your beaded top, but also your hard nipples and Teylan shudders. Your legs wrap around his waist, arms caging his head and trapping him exactly where he wanted to be while he started rubbing you against his privacy. You’ve never seen one before, but you knew his cock was rock hard. You could feel his shaft under your loincloth and had only one wish ; to strip him naked.
As if they had a mind of their own, both of your bodies rub against one another in a desperate attempt to satiate your needs. His chest burnt, everything burnt and his cock hurt so bad he thought he might cry if the beautiful view of you humping it wasn’t plaguing his thoughts.
"I love you," he whispered, breathless, brows frowned as if in pain,"love you so much." His breath hits your cupid bow, eyes following your tongue poking out of your mouth to lick at your lips. Oh how he hoped to be reincarnated as your tongue. His purple face is burning, you contemplate it with great joy, ready to reciprocate his confession by an intimate ‘I see you’ but shadows appear outside your tent and your hearts lep out of your chests.
You jump away from him, falling on the harsh ground as you fix your top while Teylan desperately search for his shirt. Footsteps approach, the man thinks his life is ruined as he thinks about his current appearance : clear erection, purple face, glossy lips, messy hair and topless. Warrior as you are, quick reflexes your domain, you throw him a piece of old fabric you were working on and he hides his body underneath it just in time for two of your friends to enter the tent.
Their smiles disappear upon seeing you, a blind Na’vi able to see how disheveled you two were. Blinking slowly, as if processing the situation, they clear their throat. Teylan can’t meet their eyes. Your rub your eyes, waking you up from this wonderful dream and cross you arms on your chest as you stand up in front of the Sarentu. Your body slowly cools down under the sharp eyes of your friends, any arousal previously flooding your body now fleeing.
"Are we… Interrupting something ? Asked the bravest of them both, another huntsperson you were close to. Teylan was mortified.
- No", you groaned, rubbing your forehead. "You’re not. What is happening ?
Your squad friend clears her throat, eyes dancing between you and the half naked man behind you.
- You forgot your spear yesterday, remember ? You tied it to my ikran because yours was too tired. Right, you remember and now hate yourself for it. You thank her, as she eyes Teylan suspiciously. He coughs, rubbing his arm and avoiding her gaze.
- Congratulations, by the way !" Cheers the other one, silent until now, with excitement. "For your mating, I mean." The second uninvited guest hits him in the ribs with her elbow. As heat spread through your face, you can’t help but avert your gaze, promptly thanking them before they decide to run away.
Silence now fills the empty tent, leaving you alone to face the consequences of whatever you two just did. Teylan’s arousal disappeared the second he heard footsteps, so did yours. His breathing progressively goes back to normal, his heart slows down and he’s left to gaze down upon his half naked body. As you turn towards him, he swears this is the first and last time you two are kissing in your tent.
"A-At least we stopped before they entered ?
- I think we should just stop talking for now, Teylan." He nods, but a faint smiles bless his lips.
Once the awkwardness had passed, the day resumed its course. You two slowly emerged from your tent after fixing yourselves properly. Eyes weak against the bright sun but invigorated after earlier activities. Luckily, and you can tap yourself on the back for that, you fought against the need to tear his shirt apart because otherwise, he would have been stuck inside.
Teylan accompanied all day long in several different chores you had to finish. Well, time wasn’t weighting on you anymore, but you choose to do them early as to be free of any unpleasant tasks in upcoming days. Starting the day with feeding Zakrus all over the camp. Teylan was delighted, skipping everywhere with fresh fruit in hands he would deliver to any Zakru on his way. Curious, he’d ask questions and you’d do your best in answering them. He’s share his own observations with excitement, talking until you couldn’t even hear your own thoughts. His eyes shone under the sun rays and his face was bright. At your lack of any reaction, he’d apologize, rubs his neck and tell you he hoped he wasn’t mansplaining.
Confused, you asked him the definition of the word to which he said Alma, a human he grew up with (you supposed), taught him the word when he was a child. Quite lost at his antics, you answered he wasn’t bothering you in the slightest and that, quite the contrary, you liked listening to him so agitated.
Next was cleaning up and sharpening your own weapons. The spear, the one you just had back the same morning, weighted heavy in your hand with the implication of it. While your hands rubbed at the wooden stick, the disheveled face of Teylan would appear behind your eyelids like a far memory even though it had happened a few hours earlier.
Quite irritated with your mind, you decided to do something else, taking Teylan with you to care for your ikran instead.
Teylan gasped at the sight of your flying companion. Pride filled your heart and you approached your friend to pet her head. The Sarentu trots to her, excited as he starts caressing her as well. Despite your best reasoning, you wanted to ask him so bad if he had an ikran of his own since he looked so impressed by yours, you could only guess he wasn’t this used to them though it did seem odd as he came from the forest. Teylan was actually discovering quite everything, you noticed.
You figured his childhood was a touchy subject for him and did not want to make him uncomfortable by bringing it up, but you felt like you knew.
He asks you what you are supposed to do, eyes enamored with your friend, and you show him how to make an ikran happy in a few steps. Scrubbing any dirt the animal couldn’t manage to clean, healing difficult injuries and feeding it until it’s full and happy.
Teylan does just that, taking a liking to your friend instantly and crying about the beauty of her wings. He runs his fingers along her spine, petting her face and giggling like an impressed child. He asks you her name, and then giggles as she nudges her head closer to his hand.
"I’ve never rode an ikran", he says in passing and you just can’t believe your ears. Immediately, you tell him he must do it at least once in his life and beckon him closer as you mount your winged friend. Teylan hesitates, but you motion him to sit behind you. Doubt plagues him but he wants to trust you, so he does.
His thighs cage you against his body firmly as you tell him to hold onto you.
Teylan breathes one more time, his chest snugly fitted against your back, arms tight around your midriff and before he could sighs, your ikran lep in the air in one big powerful wing stroke. He squeals, almost squeezing the life out of your body. Lacking air, your hand lays on his to calm him down, holding his fingers with enough reassurance to appease him. He apologizes profusely as his face slowly turns crimson, blabbering about how the flight frightened him but he’s rendered speechless as you leave the village and start overflying the plains.
Teylan can’t believe his eyes.
Under your flying figures, a myriad of colors greet him. Rivers flow peacefully through rock, piercing it to never stop its slope. Huge trees, ten times bigger than Zakru, Teylan notices with amazement, are tilted and closing on you to form a path towards the sky. The man laughs, feeling the air enters his lungs as his gaze lays upon the various colorful kites below.
He had never realized how pretty the sight could be from above.
He had never realized how pretty Pandora was. Sharp peaks twist like claws towards the ground, and you decide to guide your ikran down there to show Teylan the beauty of your land. Pride caressed your heart at his silence, you knew he was slowly falling in love. Selfishly, you thought he might decide to stay here, with you, as you enjoyed the warmth of his body in peace.
His hold tightens around your waist when your ikran abruptly tilt to the side to dive in the shadows of the stone arches. The crest would protect you from the harsh wind, mighty enough to bend trees to its will, and allow you view of the greenery of the plains. Teylan couldn’t possibly imagine detaching his eyes from the purple flowers littering the ground, orange Zeswa camps bringing more and more colors to the area and rivers stream freely.
Could this really become his home, despite him never growing in it ?
So many different unknowns creatures and areas were still a mystery for Teylan, but as he sighs and rest his chin on your shoulder, the prospect of him living in this world with you doesn’t seem that scary anymore.
"That’s where Tamtey and I were sent to last week", you point to an empty RDA camp on the horizon, "We did what we could, but the foundations are too solid to be destroyed." He’s picturing you then, working with his friend and others Zeswa to bring peace upon your lands.
Mercer likes to think he managed to taint his clan forever, and even if sometimes Teylan tend to agree with him, he realizes that to heal is to move forward.
Smiling, he nuzzles your neck and mumbles something along the lines of wanting to come with you next time as your ikran splits the air.
Pandora was beautiful. He couldn’t understand how Mercer ever tried to take it away from him, his home. Everything here has a role to play, a soul. Everyone is important. Teylan is important. He is a Sarentu and belongs here, by your side.
Teylan thanks Eywa for providing life to Pandora, accepting the fact he had to give in order to receive as the law of nature intended. Flashback of Ahari appears in his mind and he knows, deeply, that she would have loved what they had become. Tears well up in his eyes as he recalls her death, as a mere child searching for freedom, but smiles through it thinking about her memory still watching over them in Eywa. She would have been proud of them, of him for being strong.
She would have loved you, he knows.
"Can we go to the spirit tree ?" He meekly asks, you nod and the flying creature changes trajectory.
Resting on your shoulder, the man resumes his dreamy observation of Pandora, sometimes inquiring you on some places he was confused about or on the nature of several hills his eyes happen to glance upon. His heart beat in rhythm with yours, enjoying the calm and scenery in front of him.
After dozens of minutes of peaceful flight, Teylan and you reached the petrified trees. He had vaguely heard of them before, but had never seen them with his own eyes. The trunks were tremendous, so large that he couldn’t see the top from the ground.
As your ikran touched down, Teylan was rendered speechless in front of the almost sacred silence of the place. Patting your ikran, you offer her a snack that she takes great joy in savoring as your hand caress at the Sarentu’s thigh gently.
Carefully, the man jumps down from the animal, waiting for you to do the same.
"The spirit tree is inside," you informed him as you reached your hand towards him. He holds it gladly, letting you guide him as you pleased. The petrified tree revealed itself to be hollow, hiding in its protection the beautiful sight of the spirit tree invading the walls. It’s calm inside, the light sounds of the plant, almost breathing, gave off a feeling of utmost peace.
"Did you want to see someone ?" He did at first, but seeing you in the purple glowing light of the spirit tree, he may have lost his priority. He wondered if his ancestors could sense his presence, if his own parents could feel him here, with you.
A rootless Sarentu, asking for the love of a Zeswa.
He beamed and confused you returned his smile, chuckling at his lack of words. Sarentu were storytellers : he’d make sure to tell this one.
"I want this, whatever it is, with you. His declaration caught you off guard and he giggled, eyes darting to the ground in embarrassment. Teylan reaches out to hold your other hand that you willingly offer him. One step at a time, he closes the distance between you, palms warm against yours. His pearly eyes are shining in the dark of the enclosure and the purple hue of the spirit tree compliments his skin in the best way possible.
- I want this too, Teylan." You confessed. His tail flickered violently behind him and he shone, showing his canines. His thumb runs the back of your hand as insecurity seems to catch up to him.
"Even if I’m not a real Na'vi ?
- Don't say that", you frown, "it's false." He’s not convinced. "Do you think you are a fake Navi ? And your wording make him doubt.
- No, of course not. It's just... I don't know anything about the outside world and, and my own clan. Doesn’t it bother you ?
- The only thing bothering me right now, is that you’re not mine yet." That efficiently shuts him up and his gaze dreamily admire you. You close the distance between you even more, holding his waist as you pull him towards you.
"Don’t say such things in front of the spirit tree", you assert though his mind was long gone, eyes crossing on the movement of your lips as you talked. "in fact, don’t ever say this in front of me again." He nods, a genuine smile appearing on his face as his breath hits your lips.
When your feet move on their own, guiding the both of you away from the entrance and away from prying eyes, Teylan’s heart jumps in his chest. He knows what it means and his stomach churns in fear as much as arousal. Gently, your hands on his chest push him on the ground and the soft moss of the spirit tree welcome his ass in the most tender way.
Behind you, the purple branches linking na’vi to Eywa confirms any doubts he had.
Arousal slowly flooding you, you find yourself straddling the man for the second time of the day, wrapping securely your arms around his neck. Like an old habit, his hands hold onto your thighs.
"I want to kiss you." The man begs. You grin, but when Teylan inches closer, the hard part of his hat hits your forehead eliciting a squeal out of you as his face turns purple. Agitated, Teylan apologizes. You assure him that it's nothing bad but he feels terrible, say that he ruined the moment and you promise him that he didn't. The headgear he seemed to love so much now half knocked off.
Slowly, you take off his hat and once it is set on the ground, your fingers start playing with his hair idly. At the sight of his sad face, you place your lips on the corner of his mouth. Teylan giggles, neck warming up as he stares at his legs to avoid your gaze. You think you can’t have your pretty boy looking so ashamed. Driven by need to cheer him up, your lips crash on his cheek with force, then his chin, then nose and forehead, peppering kisses all over his face until he tried to flee the situation by laying down completely, giggling until his cheeks hurt.
When you mouth eventually lands on his neck, his smile falters, eyes closing as he felt the plush of your lips slowly caressing his skin without ever doing anything more. He tensed under you, hands coming up to grab at your waist.
The rock wall above him full of leaves and roots don’t seem to entertain him enough to think properly, frustrated, he blurted :
"Let’s make love.
- Right now ?
- I... I have a lot to learn still. Shame blooms in his chest, but he tries to repress it. From you, and everyone. I don't even know how to proceed but right now, I do know that I want it.
- Did you ever do anything like this ? You ask as your thumb grazes his cheek.
He doesn't answer though you understand him pretty clearly. Growing in the TAP, intimacy clearly was not on his mind and was just not possible. He was then forced to participate in war after war until he ended up in your land, completely desperate.
Growing up in a village, with a group you belonged to, it was easy to learn one thing or two. In fact, friends your age often talked about sexual subjects since your mating age was approaching. It was not particularly taboo, nor discussed by everyone constantly. It was simply necessary.
- It’s only recently that I discovered I had… Needs. Because of you, he wishes to say but he doesn’t need to as you read him like an open book.
- Needs ? You asked. What do you need, Teylan ?
Your hands run up and down his waist smoothly.
- My body is weird, sorry. He dryly chuckles.
- Your body was made for mine, Teylan", you cut in upon noticing him closing off. "Don't be ashamed of it. He shudders, really liking the idea of that. The idea of you two, meant to be together despite him being different. Soulmates, the concept of finding your one true love. Teylan thinks he might believe in it.
- I need you to be my mate." And he feels immediately lighter, the heavy weight of those words he so forlornly wanted to express finally leaving him. "I… I have never been happier than since I met you.
- I would love to be your mate."
Teylan freezes, words blend together and his mind heat up as if overworking.
Why was he so surprised ? You had told him you were flirting with him, kissed him and almost mated with him this same morning. Laughing, you spare him his suffering and lean in to kiss him. Your fingers gently run the side of his jawline as he shudders and push your head closer to his .
Teylan’s tongue search for yours, desperately trying to enter your mouth to create more and more touches.
He sighs, breath hitting your face and before you even realize it, you were soaked. Almost miserably, the man, breathless, rubs his face in the hollow of your neck hoping to spread his scent there but also to smell yours as much as possible. His lips tremble with excitement and his loincloth already bothers him. His despair makes you drool.
"This is better than I imagined", you said in a breath.
- You imagined this ?
- Didn’t you ?
Teylan is rendered silent, yet his guilty expression screams horny thoughts. You smirk, feeling his privacy hardens below you. Prepping for mating ritual, you grab your kuru and show it to him, the soft tendrils trying to connect with something. Teylan swallows, putting his next to you. He eyes the spirit tree carefully, weighting the consequences of all of this.
- What did you imagine ? You insist, feeling a track here. To think Teylan would have depraved ideas about you is enough to send you straight to Eywa.
- Do I have to tell you ? I-I feel it's weird.
- Not really. Silence. Say, Teylan. I will tell you a secret. His ears flutter back to life as you both guide your kurus to the spirit tree. I do the same.
Teylan's body is on fire. He wants you to touch him everywhere, he needs your hand around his neck, on his lips, his waist, tummy and everywhere possible. His hand shakes with apprehension. He too wants to caress you, discover you like a Pandora treasure.
- Y-you think about me ?
- All the time. And upon these last words, you connect to Eywa together. Teylan eyes dilate as he feels exactly what you are feeling to your heart beating or blood pumping straight to your core. You’re warm, and it’s because of him.
You were nervous, but it is now done : you are one.
The tip of your fingers graze his tail to tease him and you can almost feel it too through the link. Teylan shudders, eyes stuck on your connection to Eywa. He can’t believe he managed to do this. Is the mating process done now ? Were you officially considered mated in front of Eywa ?
Laying down on his chest, your palm smooth over his skin as you can clearly hear his heart beating at a maddening pace. He is exalted, breath shaking.
Thanks to your Na’vi education, you were aware of the sexual part supposed to take place now. Connecting to Eywa was only the start of the ritual. The Sarentu realizes that, whether or not the mating ritual was finished, he really wanted to have sex with you.
"Do you know a lot of things on… this ? He asks, thumbing soft circles on your waist.
- Not really, you confessed. And you ?
- The most I know come from a book I read when I was a child.
- What ? A laugh escapes you, eyes glinting in the dark enclosure.
- Yeah, he chuckles. I once stumbled upon a... book, of a RDA soldier. Teylan laughs. It explained how they had a baby. I thought I might try to learn a few things.
And also because he has always been fascinated by humans in general but he couldn’t tell you that yet. He was scared you might tell him it was dumb or anything relatively judgmental that he couldn’t handle tonight. Well, technically you wouldn’t say that as you are both on the verge of mating together in front of Eywa but still, he’d prefer to have this conversation another day.
It appeared stress was less prominent in his brain when he was talking about something he was deeply interested in because he stopped shaking altogether. You mouth latch onto his neck and Teylan full on shudders. Gasping, a small mewl escapes him as his hand finds the comfort of your waist.
- B-but their anatomy is different from us…
- How do they make a baby, then ? You breath against his neck, teeth scratching his skin.
- It’s… Kind of similar to us, actually. It’s just that the reproductive parts are much smaller and-and… Teylan's eyes close as he feels the wet of your tongue glides on his neck. You follow the light dots littering his body to his jaw.
- That’s why I don’t really know what to do right now.
- I don’t really know what to do either, you replied. Just do like me, go with the flow."
It was nice to know Teylan was as nervous as you. In a desperate attempt to make it look like you knew what was going on, you started moving your hips on his in slow circles. The pressure applied was hitting just the right spot in your loincloth. The man groans, breathing with difficulty as his face never leave your neck.
His addiction to your smell were to be studied, the man couldn’t take his nose off your skin. He was rubbing his face all over your face and neck like a madman but to say you didn’t like it would be a lie. You found it exciting.
His hard shaft was sliding between your folds and rubbing your clit through the fabric. You were salivating at the prospect of stripping him naked to admire his cock. Teylan’s hands rub over your tummy, slowly going up to your beaded top that he pushed to the side with no hesitation to palm at your breast. Your hard nipples poking at his skin was giving him shudders, he thrust desperately into you at the contact, feeling his cock leak in his clothes.
When his mouth encapsulate yours, his tongue doesn’t waste time into caressing yours. As Teylan devours your lips, his hips start thrusting in rhythm against your core. Your loincloth was soaked, sticking to your lips and you could only assume his fabric was in the same state.
One of his free hand goes down to pull at his tewng in hope of easing the pressure but when it doesn’t help, you decide to help him take it off entirely. You mouths separate in a wet sound as you work to undo his loincloth, Teylan raises his hips in the air, feeling a fire burn inside of him.
When you slide the clothes off, his cock spring upright, slapping at his chest. Teylan winces, feeling the cool air hits his privacy. He has half a mind to cover it up with his hand but quickly stopped himself upon remembering this, mating, was his wish.
His tip was a pretty lavender and the bioluminescent dots littered his skin in the most beautiful pattern you’ve ever seen. Saliva pools at your mouth, fingers itching to touch it.
Avoiding your gaze, Teylan meekly asks you to stop staring so intensely. But when you stand to take off your own undergarments, he understands immediately your view. His eyes glaze over, settling on your bare pussy lips, glistening. You were soaked.
Teylan wasn’t the best in anatomy, though he understood by his own shiny cock that you being wet was a good thing.
When you straddle him once again, his hot cock touched your naked skin, making you tremble. It slotted itself between your pussy lips comfortably and Teylan’s heart rate couldn’t possibly be higher than this. It was warm, so warm and easy. He could slide in with one brief thrust of his hips.
His cock was aching for relief, hurting so good in his body. Your pussy was pulsing against his shaft, begging him to enter. Looking down, you could see his tip protrudes from below you. Teylan loved the feeling of you crushing him.
The need to be inside you was strong, but the will to touch you was stronger. Two dark pearls stare straight at you, asking to be loved and you immediately lean down to kiss at his lips until you went drunk of it. He parts, licking at his lower lip.
"Ca-can I touch you ?" He muttered. You nodded.
His long and thin fingers slide down tentatively, discovering your folds. With feather light touches and a shaky breath, Teylan senses the skin down there but also the heat emanating from it. He’s shuddering as you allow him to chart your body, open your folds and toy with it for a while. Rubbing yourself on his fingers, Teylan moans deep in his throat when he feels you tightening. The view from above was to die for : his long digits playing with your pussy as his cock laid right below it.
The feeling was so strange, he had never touched something similar to this prior. You felt bare, as if skinless. He continues his caress as your own hand avert his palm to poke tentatively his tip, Teylan jerks away. His cock tremble, as if having a mind of his own and that is probably the scariest part of the whole ordeal.
Both panting, you continue to discover each other's body, touching and feeling everything new until eventually, you grow tired of it and ask him if he’d rather you be on top, or him but in his daze, he couldn’t answer.
Your hands run on his chest, feeling the toned muscles on it and trying to cheer you up before you grab at his cock with a trembling hand and guide the tip to your entrance.
Teylan’s breath cut short, feeling each of your fingers on his most sensitive part, apprehension stealing his air away. He settles his own palm over yours, helping you lead it as if his dick might fall off. In a deep part of his mind, he thought it might be possible with the way it hurt. You can’t wait anymore, you want it inside and now.
Slowly, you rub his cock at your entrance accidentally trying to put it in, folding both of you in the process. Teylan's hands tighten around your waist, feeling the warmth of your body, before you finally sink onto his cock until your thighs hits his own. The wall stretch to accommodate for his length felt insanely good, as if you were finally full for the first time in your life. Teylan threw his head back, eyes closed and hold tight on your waist. Your hands grab onto him to help you sit straight in case you might lose all power and turn into putty on his body.
"This is so weird, you mutter. Teylan instantly perks up, looking at your eyes.
- I-is it ? He panicked.
- N-no, good weird !"
Not blaming him for misunderstanding, he had to understand it was your first time welcoming something so big inside of you. His cock felt heavy, yet, calming you by the fact a part of him was so close to you.
You tentatively raise your hips before smashing them down, eliciting a delicious moan from Teylan, his eyes fluttering. The wet sounds of your antics surely being saved in your memory forever. His mouth is still open, eyes lidded and cheeks purples : his gaze is stuck to where you’re connected, entranced by the sight and almost drooling.
He thrust in you, once, twice before wincing and putting his arm over his eyes as he lays his head on the ground.
"I can’t look", Teylan breathes as if in pain, "I can-can’t look or I’ll cum."
Despite his embarrassed face, his hips start thrusting in you with purpose, slamming his cock into you and raising you off the ground by the sheer force of his excitement. Your hips meet his, almost bouncing on his dick in search of any sort of relief. His tip assaults your G spot repetitively, Teylan’s muscles flexing. The arm hiding his eyes was tight as you jumped up and down on his manhood, skin-slapping sounds echoing in the sacred place.
"Haa… Sh-should we be doing this ? He muttered, drool sliding down his chin.
- Why shouldn’t we ? Though your words were trembling, you had better self-control than him.
Teylan wraps his arms around your back, pulling you flat against his chest to trap you in a fierce kiss leaving you breathless and wanting more. His tongue dances with yours, intertwining until you part and he licks at the drool having escaped from your mouth.
- It feels too good to be allowed", he confesses as his hands lay on your ass and he starts thrusting up in you like an animal in heat. A myriad of moans escape both of your mouth, his nails digging in your back and surely leaving marks.
You throw you ass back against him, meeting his thrust with the same need as his voice rises progressively. He feels his cock trembling, tightening in you.
"D-do you like it ?" He begs, "do you like me ?" His eyes close, hiding his nearing orgasm. He curses in English, desperate. "I l-love you please tell me... Tell me you love me." A myriad of 'please' then flow out his mouth like a waterfall, begging you to talk to him.
You tell him that you love him, that he 's the prettiest man you've ever seen as you lick at the junction of his jaw. His manhood repeatedly rams into your sweet place. Teylan's hips arch, desperately trying to feel good and chasing that high. His breath is short: he's drooling, but you never wanted to kiss him more than you do right now.
His arms are strong around you, enough to hurt you if you weren't trained for fight, completely preventing any escape. In this situation, 'escape' was a foreign word you did not plan on knowing.
"I’m g-glad I’m doing th-this with you…" he says before cursing in English, you couldn't understand him but couldn't care less, too busy chasing your own approaching high. Your ass slap on his thighs, wet sounds coming from where you both were linked.
His thrusts were jerky, losing all rhythm and precision to prioritize reaching his high. Your clit was bumping on his groin as his dick slammed repetitively into your G spot. You can't think straight, mind full of him.
"I see you", you breathed, "I see you Teylan." The man below you whimpers, finishing in a low groan, warm spreading as his semen spurts in you. Tsaheylu shares his orgasm, pushing yours to arrive. He doesn't stop thrusting into you, pumping his cum further deeper in you as you finally reach your own high, shaking and moaning against him while your thighs tremble and close.
Weakly, limbs numb, your body accept to fall with all its weight on him. Teylan pants, cock swelling inside of you but too preoccupied by everything else to notice it.
His skin is moist, so is yours, making you stick together awkwardly as you recover from your highs. Only your ragged breaths breaking the silence of the place.
Your hand reach up to caress his head, face nuzzled in the crook of his neck as your fingers toy with a strand of hair. Teylan hums, palm drawing comforting figures on your back. He did it, he thinks, he can't believe he did it. He just had sex, with you !
You can't believe you are officially mated with the prettiest man of Pandora. Slowly, your breathing find a normal rhythm again, silence engulfs you both.
After a while, Teylan tries to move, at least remove his dick from inside of you but he moans slightly, still sensible. When he tries again, he's met with another problem. Panics floods him as he clear his hoarse throat, stuttering gibberish.
Confused, you look at him with worry. His face is purple, eyes open in fear.
"I… I think we are stuck…
- What ?
- I don’t know, I can’t pull out.
Your brain works hard, calculating everything until answer comes at you.
- I think it’s normal. His ears quiver, asking you to continue. It can happen sometimes during mating in front of Eywa, well that's what I heard anyway. You muttered the last part.
- It’s… It’s going to calm down, eventually, right ?
You assure him that yes, it is going to deflate after several minutes, to which he sighs in relief. Laughing, you ask him if he wants to get away from you this quick after what you've just done and he panics, face warming up as he tries to explain something incomprehensible.
When your laugh calms down, your heartbeats synchronize. Enjoying the silence of the spirit tree, you decide to stay like this for a while, with Eywa protecting you in her domain.
Teylan smiles, tired and limbs weak under you, he thinks that Pandora isn't so scary after all.
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Part 3 HERE
