Daughter of the Forest, Son of the Sea
The air at Awa’atlu shimmered with the smell of salt and seaweed. The crowd began to disperse after Tonowari’s declaration:
“They will stay. My daughter will teach them our ways.”
Tsireya bowed her head. “Yes, Father.”
She turned to the Sullys with that serene, sunlit smile of hers. “Come. I will take you to your marui.”
Ronal still looked unconvinced, her eyes sharp as knives as she studied the forest family — the thin tails, the narrower chests, the awkward way they held themselves. But she said nothing more. The decision had been made.
Jake and Neytiri exchanged a silent look of relief, their children gathering close as they followed Tsireya along the spongey walkways that stretched over the luminous water.
The reef village glowed like a living constellation. Every pod, every strand of woven coral and kelp shimmered with life. Neteyam — eldest daughter, warrior, protector — walked behind her parents, eyes wide, ears twitching to every new sound.
The Metkayina people watched as they passed. Some whispered. Some stared openly.
Lo’ak nudged her quietly. “They’re staring at us like we’ve got four arms.”
“They’re curious,” Neteyam murmured back. “Keep your head high.”
When they reached their marui, Tsireya motioned gracefully toward it. “This will be your home now. If you have any requests, come find someone.”
Jake was about to say thank you when Neytiri dropped her mat with a huff. "Yeah, this works." he said.
Tsireya smiled and then turned on her heel and left.
Lo’ak grinned at her — too openly — earning a subtle elbow from Neteyam. Neytiri caught it and hid a smirk behind her hand.
As the family entered the marui, the gentle sound of waves filled the space. Tuk ran her fingers along the glowing strands of woven material. Kiri leaned out the opening to watch the fish darting through the shallows. Neytiri touched the wall, tracing it a bit with her finger.
Neteyam sat for a moment, breathing in the ocean air. But her pulse hadn’t settled since the meeting. Ronal’s voice still echoed in her mind — Thin arms. Weak tails.
She felt the sting of it deeper than she wanted to admit.
“Neteyam?” Neytiri’s voice was soft. “You should rest.”
She nodded but stood anyway. “I just want to see the village.”
Neytiri’s gaze lingered on her daughter. “Go, ma ‘ite. Don’t go far.”
Neteyam smiled faintly and stepped out onto the spongey walkway once more.
The sea breeze brushed her face, carrying the scent of salt and distant kelp. The ocean stretched before her, vast and glowing under Pandora’s sun.
She followed the path of light along the water’s edge, trying to quiet her thoughts. Her people belonged to trees, branches, and wind — not waves and currents. But perhaps, she thought, Eywa lived here too, in the ebb and flow of the tide.
A voice broke her reverie.
“You walk like the sand might bite you.”
Neteyam turned, startled. Aonung stood a few steps away, arms crossed, a smirk tugging at his lips. His skin glimmered faintly in the sun.
“Maybe I’m just being careful,” she replied evenly.
“Careful,” he repeated, tilting his head. “Forest people are always careful. Always stiff.”
She frowned, but there was a hint of amusement in her tone. “Maybe that’s because we don’t have tails like whales.”
That made him laugh — a low, genuine sound that surprised her. “You’ve got some bite, forest girl.”
“Neteyam,” she corrected softly.
He blinked. “Neteyam.....” He gestured toward the water. “You’ll learn soon. The sea is different from your forest — alive, but not gentle. You fight it, it wins.”
She looked out over the waves. “Then I’ll learn not to fight it.”
Aonung moved closer, crouching beside her as she dipped her hand into the water. “You’ve never seen anything like this before, have you?”
“No,” she admitted. “But it feels… nice.”
He smiled, his tone softening. “It is. The sea has a strange beauty.”
They sat there in silence for a while, watching small glowing fish dart between the shallows. The water hummed faintly, reflecting light across their faces.
Finally, Aonung spoke again. “You’ll have to learn to hold your breath. Swim with your whole body. If you want, I can teach you tomorrow.”
Neteyam looked at him, curious. “Why help me?”
Aonung shrugged. “You’re Tonowari’s guests. My father says we help family.”
She smiled faintly. “Is that the only reason?”
He hesitated, then grinned. “Maybe I just want to be with the forest girl, some of the other boys have their eyes on you.”
Neteyam stood, brushing sand from her legs. “Then you’d better try and catch me before they do, reef boy.”
Aonung's eyes widen and then he grins. "Oh? And what if I do catch you?"
Neteyam smiles and leans down, her breath warm on his cheek. "If you catch me.... You can do whatever you want with me for the day."
Neteyam straightens up, she turns and starts running down the beach, Aonung freezes but shoots up after her.
The reef glowed faintly under Pandora’s sun, the waves whispering against the shore. Neteyam darted across the wet sand, laughing as she dodged Aonung’s reach.
“Ngari lu oeru!” she called back, her voice teasing.
Aonung’s grin widened, and he gave chase, splashing through the shallow water. “Nga yawne lu oeru! Stop running, skxawng!”
Neteyam twisted and kicked up a spray of water. “Ha! Catch me if you can, reef boy!”
He lunged, and she leapt aside, but not fast enough — his hand caught her wrist. She yanked it free, spinning on her heel to face him, eyes bright with mischief.
“You think you can outrun me?” Aonung asked, crouching low, tail flicking in the sand.
“Maybe I can,” she shot back. She feinted left and ran toward the water, laughing. The bioluminescent plankton shimmered with every step, leaving trails of light in her wake.
He grabbed her again, this time more carefully, and she stumbled, forcing him down into the sand beside her. For a brief moment, they wrestled — hands gripping, arms pressing, tails brushing the wet ground. Neteyam fought with all her strength, but Aonung’s bulk and training in reef wrestling gave him the advantage.
“Fìtxan!” she huffed, struggling to push him off.
“Fìkem?” he teased back, letting out a low laugh.
She swung her leg, almost knocking him off, but he pinned her gently, one arm across her chest, the other holding her wrists. She wriggled beneath him, laughing despite herself.
“Ha! You cheat!” she gasped, breathless.
Aonung leaned down slightly, his forehead brushing hers. “No cheating, skxawng. You just—” He smirked, eyes glinting in the sunlight. “—didn’t expect me to win.”
Neteyam froze for a heartbeat, then laughed again, a bright, breathless sound. “Maybe I underestimated the reef boy,” she admitted.
He released her slowly, rolling off her with a grin. “Admit it, forest girl. You liked it.”
She shot him a sharp look, smirking. “Maybe.”
They sat there for a moment, water lapping at their legs, chests heaving from laughter and exertion. The air felt electric — playful, charged, and unspoken.
Aonung finally nudged her shoulder with his. “Nga tsakrr lu oeru,” he said softly, teasing.
“And you’re annoying,” she replied, nudging him back.
“Maybe,” he laughed, tail flicking, “but fun.”
Aonung leans down and whispers into her ear. Making it flick backwards. "Now..... I caught you..... I get to do whatever I want with you."
Neteyam huffed and nods. "Yeah, yeah.......go ahead."
Aonung smirks and leans down and licks a stripe on her lips. Lapping at her lips making Neteyam's eyes widen. She opens her mouth and accepts his tongue into her mouth.
He pulls back and whispers. "I want to mate you....."
Neteyam huffs again and nods. "Not my Muntxa si. Only my Pätsì, don't want to get pregnant."
Aonung nods and stands up. He leads her into a small cave away from Awa'talu. Making sure none of the others spotted him and Neteyam going into their hiding spot.
Aonung turned her to face him, his golden eyes gleaming. He didn’t speak. He just looked at her, his gaze stripping her bare faster than any hands could. His fingers went to the ties of her top, pulling the beads loose with a deftness that spoke of practice. The beads slid down her arms and pooled at her feet. His calloused palms cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, drawing a sharp, shaky moan from her lips.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured, leaning down to take one pebbled peak into his mouth. His tongue was hot and wet, laving over her, his teeth grazing just enough to make her cry out. He suckled hard, and the sensation shot straight to her core, a direct line of pure need.
His hands were everywhere, peeling her tewng down her legs, leaving her naked and shivering in the cool air. He stepped back, his own eyes dark with hunger, and made quick work of his loincloth. His cock sprang free, thick and already leaking, the sight of it making her mouth water.
“Lie down,” he commanded, his voice rough.
She lowered herself onto the soft, mossy ground, the cool vegetation a shock against her feverish skin. He knelt between her legs, pushing her thighs apart with an insistent pressure that had her trembling. He looked at her cunt, exposed and glistening for him in the dim light, and a groan tore from his throat.
“Fuck, Neteyam. Look at you. So wet for me already.”
He didn’t wait. He buried his face between her legs.
The first swipe of his tongue was a flat, demanding press against her entire slit. Neteyam’s back arched off the ground, a fractured cry echoing in the small space. He held her hips down, pinning her in place as he feasted on her. His tongue was relentless, circling her clit, flicking over it with a precise, maddening rhythm that had her seeing stars.
He ignored her, his focus absolute. He plunged his tongue inside her cunt, fucking her with it, the wet, sloppy sounds of his efforts filling the cave. He’d pull back to suck hard on her clit, making her thrash beneath him, then dive back in, drinking from her like a man dying of thirst. One of his thick fingers found her asshole, circling the tight, nervous ring of muscle. She gasped, but he just pressed, a steady, unyielding pressure, working the spit-slicked digit against her until the tip popped inside.
The dual sensation was too much. His mouth on her clit, his finger teasing her ass. The coil in her belly wound tighter and tighter, a spring about to snap. Her moans turned into garbled, meaningless pleas.
“That’s it, come on my face,” he grunted against her, his voice muffled by her flesh. “Come for me, you perfect Txo. Do it.”
The permission, the crude, filthy praise, shattered her. Her orgasm crashed over her, a violent, silent wave for a second before the sound ripped out of her—a raw, guttural scream as her cunt clenched around nothing and her body convulsed under his mouth. He didn’t let up, licking and sucking her through every last pulse and spasm, until she was a wrung-out, whimpering mess beneath him.
She was still trembling, her senses frayed, when he moved. He laid back on the moss, his cock standing straight up, glistening and hard. He gripped himself, giving a slow, firm stroke. “Your turn. Come here.”
Her limbs felt like water, but she forced herself up, crawling over to him. The smell of her own arousal was all over his face. He guides her, a hand on the back of her head, not forcing, just pointing.
She did, leaning over him, and took the broad head of his cock into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the tip, tasting the sharp, salty pre-come beading there.
“Deeper,” he commanded, his voice tight.
She took more of him, her jaw stretching uncomfortably. He was so big. She met his turquoise eyes with her golden ones as she sank down, letting him hit the back of her throat. She gagged, her eyes watering.
“That’s it,” he groaned, his hips giving a slight jerk. “Take it. You were hoping this would happen to you the second we met, weren’t you? My pretty little forest whore.”
The words, so degrading and so arousing, made her moan around his length. The vibration had him cursing, his fingers tangling in her braids. She found a rhythm, bobbing her head, using her hand to work the base of his shaft that she couldn’t reach. The obscene noises were constant now, a soundtrack to her submission.
“Fuck, your mouth is incredible,” he rasped, his composure cracking. “So good for me. Such a good mate you would be. Now really take it. All of it.”
He pushed her head down, not violently, but with undeniable force, burying his entire length down her throat. Her nose pressed into the coarse hair at his base, her throat convulsing around the intrusion. She fought the urge to pull away, breathing hard through her nose, tears streaming down her cheeks. He held her there for a long, breathless moment, fucking her face with tiny, shallow thrusts.
“Yes, just like that. Gag on it. Choke on my cock.” His praise was a filthy litany, fueling her. She relaxed her throat, accepting him, and the groan it pulled from him was one of pure, unadulterated bliss. He let her up for a gasping breath, only to pull her right back down, setting a brutal, deep rhythm.
She lost herself in the act, in the taste of him, the feeling of being used for his pleasure. Her own hand snaked between her legs, fingers frantically rubbing her oversensitive clit as she serviced him. She was building again, fast, hurtling toward another climax just from this, from his cock fucking her throat and his filthy words in her ears.
He was getting close. His thrusts became more erratic, his grip on her hair tightening. “Gonna come,” he warned, his voice a strained gasp. “Where do you want it, Neteyam? Huh? You want my come in that dirty mouth?”
The choice, the image, undid her. Her own orgasm crested, sharp and surprising, milking around her own fingers as she sucked him. She moaned around his cock, the vibration tipping him over the edge.
“Yes! Swallow it! Swallow every drop!”
His cum was still hot on her tongue, the taste salty and thick as she gulped it down. Her whole body felt like a live wire, humming and twitching from the intensity of her own climax and the act of serving him. She panted, her forehead resting against his thigh, trying to catch her breath.
Aonung’s grip on her hair loosened, his fingers stroking through the damp strands almost tenderly. The contrast from his earlier roughness made her shiver. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her. “You took that so well. Such a pretty little mate for me.”
Neteyam looked up at him, her golden eyes glazed with a mix of exhaustion and simmering desire. She didn’t have words. She just nuzzled against his thigh, a soft, unintentional sound of contentment escaping her.
He chuckled, the sound dark and possessive. He shifted, sitting up, his immense frame blocking the soft bioluminescent glow from the cave entrance. “Don’t get too comfortable. I’m not done with you yet.” His gaze swept over her, still kneeling naked before him, her blue skin slick with a fine sheen of sweat. “Turn over. On your stomach.”
A fresh, sharp thrill shot through her. This was new. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat of anticipation. She moved slowly, her muscles aching pleasurably as she turned and settled onto her hands and knees. The cool, mossy stone beneath her palms was a stark contrast to the heat blooming across her skin.
She felt him move behind her, a large, powerful presence. He ran a hand over the curve of her ass, a possessive, appreciative grope that made her jump. “So perfect,” he breathed. “Look at this. All that running, all that agility… built this incredible behind just for me to ruin.”
He slapped one cheek lightly, the sound a sharp crack that echoed in the small space. A gasp tore from her lips, followed by a low moan as the sting melted into a deep, throbbing heat.
“Hand,” he commanded, he held out his hand near her face. his voice leaving no room for debate.
She lifted a trembling hand behind her. He took her wrist, his grip firm. “Spit,” he said.
A blush heated her cheeks, the act feeling even more debasing than what they’d already done. But she obeyed, gathering saliva in her mouth and letting it fall into his waiting palm with a soft sound.
He spat into his own hand right after, a louder, wetter sound that sent another jolt through her. He worked his hands together, the slick, sound of spit mixing making her cunt clench around nothing. She could hear it, the wet slide of his palms, and the anticipation was a physical ache.
Then his slicked-up hand was on her. He rubbed his palm over the cleft of her ass, spreading the moisture, teasing the tight, hidden pucker buried there. She gasped, burying her face in her arms. “Aonung…”
“Shhh,” he soothed, the sound anything but gentle. “Just getting you ready for me. Such a tight little hole. Never been touched here, has it?” He didn’t wait for an answer, pressing a thick, spit-slick thumb against the forbidden entrance. She cried out, her back arching. It was an intense, shocking pressure, a stretch that felt impossible. “Fuck, you’re clenching up already. Gonna have to make you relax.”
He removed his thumb, and she heard more spitting, the sound directly behind her now. The broad, spongy head of his cock nudged against her, not at her cunt, but higher. Much higher. It pressed insistently against her anus, a blunt, demanding pressure.
“Oh, Great Mother,” she whimpered, the words muffled by her arms.
“None of that,” he growled, one hand coming down to grip the base of her tail, holding her firmly in place. The sensation was electric, a direct line to her core that made her toes curl. His other hand gripped her hip, his nails digging in just enough to remind her of his strength. “This is my body now. You do what I say."
The initial breach was a sharp, burning stretch that stole the air from her lungs. A choked cry, half pain, half surrender, was all she could manage. He didn’t stop. He pushed steadily, his cock forcing its way past the tight ring of muscle with a relentless, brutal pressure. The sound was obscene, a wet, sticky sound as her body fought then yielded, accepting him inch by incredible inch.
“Hnghh,” he hissed above her, his own breathing ragged. “Your behind is so tight, Neteyam. Like a fist. Gripping me like you don’t want to let go.”
He was all the way in, his hips flush against her ass, his balls resting heavy against her slick folds. She felt impossibly full, stretched to her absolute limit. The initial burn was subsiding, replaced by a deep, throbbing fullness that was starting to feel dangerously good.
He gave an experimental roll of his hips.
A broken moan tore from her throat. “Aonung!”
“There it is,” he purred, his voice dripping with satisfaction. He began to move, slow, deep drags that made every nerve ending scream. His grip on her tail tightened, pulling it back slightly, and the new angle made her see stars. The underside of her tail, a supremely sensitive area, rubbed against the root of his cock with every thrust.
“You like that, don’t you?” he grunted, his pace increasing. “You like getting your behind pounded. My perfect little forest hunter has a filthy secret. You were born to take cock in this tight hole.”
The degradation, mixed with the overwhelming sensation, made her mind spin. She was babbling, her words lost between moans. “I… it’s… so much…”
“Tell me,” he demanded, pistoning into her with deeper, harder strokes. The cave filled with the sounds of their bodies meeting—the wet slap of skin on skin, the ragged pull of their breathing, the lewd, squelching rhythm of his cock plunging into her depths.
“Tell me what a dirty slut you are for my cock!”
“I’m your slut!” she cried out, the admission tearing itself from her. “Your dirty slut! Please… please don’t stop!”
He rewarded her with a particularly vicious thrust that drove a scream from her lips. “That’s my girl. Now beg for what you really want. Beg for my come.”
His pace became punishing, a relentless, animalistic drive. He was hitting something deep inside her with every plunge, sparking a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. She could feel her own slickness dripping down her thighs, her body responding traitorously to the rough anal taking.
“Please!” she sobbed, her voice cracking. “Aonung, please! I need it! Fill me up! I want to feel you…… I want to feel your cum in my ass! Please, give it to me! I need it! Fuck!”
Her words devolved into incoherent moans as the sensation built to a terrifying peak. She was close again, her body tightening around his invading length, the friction against her tail pushing her mercilessly toward the edge.
“You want my cream in this filthy ass?” he growled, his own movements becoming erratic, losing their rhythm. “You want to walk around tomorrow remembering how I wrecked this hole?”
“Yes! Yes! Fucking yes!” she screamed, the words raw and desperate.
He slammed into her one final time, burying himself to the hilt with a guttural roar that shook his entire frame. She felt the hot, pulsing of his release deep inside her, a flood of warmth that seemed to brand her from the inside out. The feeling, so utterly invasive and complete, triggered her own orgasm—a silent, seizing climax that ripped through her, her vision whiting out as her body clamped down on his in rhythmic, milking spasms.
They collapsed together onto the moss, a tangled heap of limbs and spent energy. He was still buried inside her, his weight a heavy, comforting anchor. His breathing was ragged in her ear.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of their panting and the distant hum of Pandora at night. Then, his voice, rough but laced with something that sounded almost like awe, cut through the silence. “Look at that. You took all of it. Not a single drop wasted.” He shifted slightly, and she felt a hot trickle escape, a lewd testament to what they’d just done. “My perfect, filthy girl.”
He nuzzled the side of her neck, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Now, where should I put the next one?"
His whisper was a hot brand against her skin, a promise and a threat rolled into one. Before she could even form a thought, his hands were on her again, turning her, maneuvering her with a practiced strength that made her head spin. The air, thick with their scent, felt cool on her slick skin.
“Up,” he grunted, his voice rough. He lay back on the soft moss, his cock already hard again, standing thick and eager against his stomach. “Come here.”
He guided her, his grip firm on her hips, until she was straddling him. But instead of facing him, he pushed her forward, bending her over his chest. He hooked his powerful arms under her thighs, locking his hands behind her head, pulling her down and back onto him in one fluid, shocking motion. Her back was flush against his chest, her legs splayed wide over his arms, her entire body suspended in his unbreakable hold. A Full Nelson hold.
“Aonung—” His name came out as a strangled gasp.
He didn’t wait. He thrust up, a deep, grinding push that buried his cock to the root in her anus. The angle was insane, deeper than anything before. A shocked, guttural moan was ripped from her throat. Every inch of her was stretched around him, her body held utterly captive, her pleasure completely at his mercy.
“Fuck, you’re so open,” he growled into her ear, his breath hot. “My cock fits in your ass so perfectly. Like you were made for this. Like this greedy little hole was just waiting for me to ruin it.”
He began to move, a series of short, brutal thrusts that punched the air from her lungs. Slap. Slap. Slap. The sound of their sweat-slicked skin meeting filled the small cave. With each upward drive, his pubic bone ground against her sensitive cheeks, sending secondary shocks through her system. She was completely helpless, a doll in his arms, and the surrender of it all made her dizzy with need.
“You love this, don’t you?” he rasped, his voice thick with lust. “You love being my slut? Tell me.”
“Yes!” she cried out, the word tearing itself from her. “Yes, I love it! I love your cock in my ass!”
He shifted his grip, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her neck, and his thrusts became longer, smoother. The squish of her well-used anus accommodating his relentless invasion was obscenely loud. She could feel every ridge of his cock, every twitch, every pulse as he drove her closer to the edge.
“I’m gonna come,” he warned, his rhythm starting to fracture. “Where do you want it? Huh? Where does this dirty hole want my cum?”
“Inside!” she begged, the words a desperate mantra. “Please, Aonung, please! Fill me up! I need it! I need to feel you fucking cum inside me again!”
With a raw, animalistic groan, he obliged. He slammed up into her one last time, his body locking tight around hers as he pulsed deep within her. She felt the hot, wet splurt of his release, a flood that seemed to have no end. The sensation, so intimate and claiming, tipped her over her own edge. Her body seized around him, a silent, screaming orgasm that left her trembling, vision blurring at the edges.
They stayed like that for a moment, panting, connected. He was still hard inside her. Slowly, reluctantly, he pulled out with a soft, wet sound.
“sit up,” he commanded, his voice husky. “I want to see your back.”
She was boneless, but she obeyed, shifting her trembling body. Reverse cowgirl now. She sank back down onto him, a low, satisfied groan escaping her lips as he filled her again. He leaned back on his elbows, watching her, his golden eyes devouring the sight of her ass meeting his hips. His hands found her thighs again, lifting her, guiding her rhythm as she began to ride him.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, a dark smile in his voice. “Fuck yourself on my cock. Show me how much you love it.”
She moved, rising and falling, using the strength of her legs to take him as deep as possible. The new angle rubbed her in ways that made sparks fly behind her eyes. She could feel another climax building, coiling tight and low in her belly.
“I’m close,” she moaned, her head falling back. “Aonung, I’m so close.”
“Do it,” he growled. “Squirt for me. Milk my cock dry with that perfect ass.”
His words were the final push. Her body arched, and a wave of pleasure so intense it was almost painful crashed over her. A gush of fluid from her cunt, released onto his thighs with a hot, sudden spurt. She cried out, her inner muscles clamping down on him in rhythmic spasms.
The sight and feel of her sent him over again. He thrust up into her clenching heat, his own release following hers with a guttural shout. Another hot flood inside her, marking her, claiming her all over again.
The cave was filled with the sound of their heavy breathing and the humid, musky scent of sex. Neteyam collapsed back against his chest, spent. Aonung’s arms came around her, holding her to him, both of them slick with sweat and cum.
It was then that a shadow fell across the cave entrance.
Neteyam’s eyes, half-lidded and hazy with pleasure, flickered open.
Three figures stood there, silhouetted against the bioluminescent light of the forest outside. Rotxo and two other Metkayina boys. Their eyes were wide, mouths agape, frozen in sheer disbelief at the lewd, glorious spectacle before them.
Aonung tensed beneath her, a low warning rumble building in his chest.
But Neteyam, a slow, confident smile spreading across her sweat-dampened face, just leaned back further, emphasizing their connected state. She met Rotxo’ stunned gaze, her voice a low, inviting purr that cut through the thick silence.
“Come in,” she said, her eyes glinting with unchallenged desire. “I have another two holes for you.”
