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MORE VARANG!!! Speaking of her grinding, what about her after a long day of hunting coming home feeling spent so she starts grinding on you as you’re sleeping but you wake… she tries her best to top you being slightly harsh saying mean things but you flip it all around and top her instead while she protests at first but lets up. or imagine her in a alpha rut too omg hhshsjs everyone in the clan thinks she’s the one that dominates but in reality you take over often despite the roles idk something abt her being clingy and needy
Varang and sleepy sex live rent free in my head you don't even know
But yeahhh she'd be all over you, trying to be sneaky and just get what she wants because you look so beautiful laying there sleeping, totally unaware and relaxed.. until you wake up and see her grinding on you so desperately and she definitely gets a bit embarrassed so she hisses at you hoping to scare you into submission. She'd use her body weight and strength (have you seen those muscles? she's got the strength) to push you down the furs while she grinds slower and harder. She'd lean down and snarl right next to your ear, probably bite every inch she can reach as well. You let her, it's not like you're not enjoying it.
You'd definitely tussle and fight for who gets to be dominant. That's how I imagine sex with Varang to go 90% of the time. Varang would definitely start talking about how she's Tsahik, she's the fire, she's a goddess and you're below her etc. to force you to submit and there's a lot of kuru play during as well. And then you both get your knives out and things definitely get bloody. It's not fun for her if you don't fight for it, after all you're supposed to be equals so she expects you to put up a good fight. She'd be so pissed when she goes on the bottom. Snarling and hissing even though her hips are rolling towards you and she's so wet she's dripping.
Varang is needy but not whiny needy, rather she's more possesive/assertive needy. You're mates, you are hers and she expects you to show it to everyone. Physical touch is definitely her love language, she wants her hands on you either for comfort or simple affection and teasing. It's important for her that you back it up with touches of your own.
Also the clan definitely thinks the rhythmic slapping sounds during her ruts are her railing you but really you're just pegging her <3
I've been iching to write this for so long. Send more requests for the Avatar women if you have any :)
Summary: After the final battle everyone grouped together to lick their wounds. But admist the chaos Neytiri managed to secure a huge victory. She captured the Tsahik of the Ash Clan, Varang. She wanted to kill her but Jake insisted on keeping her alive. Now, under captivity, you and Neytiri take revenge for all she's done in a different way.
TW: extremely dubious consent, sub Varang, dom reader, dom Neytiri, bondage, hate sex, impact play, choking, tail pulling, degredation, sadism/masochism
Reader is Metkayina
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You felt bad about sneaking in but you needed something to distract you from the pain. Even this will have to do. You can hear them now, not that it's hard. They're yelling so loudly you think the entire village can hear them. But before you picked up anything they started whispering harshly instead. They must've realised how loud they're being.
You fussed with a net, clipping it with a nife and fixing it up with fibers pointlessly. The funerals just ended. The memory of your Tsahik with her rounded belly and stern but warm expression swam in your brain endlessly and tears filled your eyes again. Your homes burning and your people and your tulkun dying. You wiped the tears in anger, almost smudging your mourning paint. You've had enough of tears. But there's nothing you can do to bring Ronal, or anyone that's been lost, back.
You put the net down and got up. You started walking amongst your half ruined village. If you looked closely at the wooden planks you could see the specks of blood on them. As you continued through the village you heard yelling. You shouldn't pry. You don't want to. And you're too tired anyway. But then you hear Jake and Neytiri's voices and can't help but move closer to what you know is the Mauri of the Sullys.
Still your curiosity pushed you to move closer so that you can finally hear and see what's going in with Toruk Makto and his wife.
"Neytiri.. babe, please..! Just- listen to me! We need her.. ok? Alive. We can use her to-"
Jake's words are interrupted by Neytiri's loud sound of agitation, a sound you've heard her make often. She's pacing around the Mauri like a caged hurricane.
"You know what she has done! And yet you want to keep her alive? She's spilled so much blood and she will not be punished?!"
Jake run a hand through his locks and sighed. He knows that there's no getting through to her when she's so mad and upset. Jake tries to reach out to Neytiri but she stormed off. He decided to give her space and not follow her.
Neytiri didn't see you in the shadows and she moved past you quickly. You realised she's walking towards the Mauri where Varang is being held captive.
You couldn't catch up with her before she entered the Mauri. At first you heard nothing so you thought you could just leave. Neytiri is smart. She wouldn't do anything irrational. Perhaps you were being dramatic.
You hate Varang. The crazy lunatic betrayed the people and sided with the humans. She hurt Neytiri. She hurt you. She hurt many. Burned down the villages of reef people with no remorse. And now she's so close. But out of reach. You know Neytiri won't go against Jake's wishes. But she walked towards the tent with such ferocity you were honestly worried. So you followed her.
Neytiri, who was standing behind the kneeling Tsahik, had Varang's kuru wrapped around the blade of her knife. You slowly raised your hands when Neytiri's sharp golden eyes met yours. Neytiri didn't move, waiting to see how you react, but you could see in her eyes that she had no intention of letting the Tsahik go.
Then you heard a loud yelp followed by a hiss and the subtle rattle and groan of wood. You ran as fast as you could and parted the crystals and shells that made up the Mauri's curtains.
Your eyes travelled from Neytiri's eyes to her blade and then lower. Your breath stopped inside your chest as if someone punched you. The fearsome leader of the Mangkwan was looking at you with an expression that was nothing sort of pathetic. You could find no other word to describe her wide orange eyes or her parted lips and how they trembled in fear. She was begging you with her eyes.
If anyone else wore that expression you would have felt the need to help them. You probably would've jumped in action to save their life without thinking. But it's not anyone. It's Varang.
Oh how you hate her.
And how she's begging you for help.
Instead of wanting to save her you feel a deep heat settle in your belly. You think it's anger. You like it that way. You stepped closer. Neytiri shifted in place. She adjusted her grip on the knife. Varang tensed as she felt it against the hair wrapped around the most sensitive and important part of her.
"Please..."
When you were finally standing in front of her, you ignored her pleading gaze completely. Instead you focused on Neytiri.
The moment she heard Varang's voice Neytiri tightened her grip and hissed. Varang's ears pinned back and she tried to shift away slightly, as if she could escape the blade, before she made a noise that could only be described as a whine. Your belly tightened again. You moved without thinking. You almost smile at the flicker of hope you see in her eyes. She thinks that you'll save her. That you'll stop Neytiri and pull her away.
She's wrong. So very wrong.
"What are you going to do?"
"You don't want to die? You're scared? After everything you've done... This is all you've got?"
It's a simple question. One that makes Neytiri realise that she's not being challenged or threatened. She paused and you knew that she didn't really think past this point. But it's okay. With Varang kneeling between you, small and restrained and pleading, you didn't need to think. You looked down at her and tilted your head. Your voice was harsh and low when you spoke.
Neytiri growled before Varang could even think of an answer.
"Coward..!"
Varang winced but stayed silent. It seems that she fully understands her position. She can only hope that you won't actually kill her. That you'll take your anger out with words and then leave.
You sighed, your eyes never leaving Varang's. Then you slowly moved. Your hand traced the leather chains that tied Varang's hands together. They led up to the roof of the Mauri. They were sturdy and new. She has no hope of getting out. You stopped next to Neytiri. You looked at her features, beautiful but pulled tight with anger. You nodded towards the knife and after a while Neytiri loosened her grip.
From her position, Varang couldn't look at you. She had no idea what you were doing behind her. She bit back a sigh of relief when Neytiri released her kuru. But that relief didn't last long. Because a few seconds later, without warning, Neytiri slashed sharply down Varang's back. The Tsahik yelped and arched her back in a desperate and pointless attempt to dodge the pain. But the damage was already done. Blood gathered in the red welt the knife left behind and the black fabric of her top was shredded. As it fell to the ground you gulped. Her small breasts rose and fell quickly with panicked breaths and her nipples pebbled in the cold night air.
Suddenly the atmosphere inside the Mauri changed. That feeling wasn't entirely anger and you couldn't deny it anymore. Judging by the look on Neytiri's face you both felt the same confusing heat inside you. Maybe it's the work of this sorceress. Maybe she did something to you.
Varang didn't seem to notice the effect she's having on her captors. Her eyes were jumping around the Mauri, cunning mind working towards an escape plan. Neytiri pressed the tip of the blade on the back of her neck but she had a puzzled look on her face, split between anger and this strange desire. You moved in front of Varang, using one of your legs to spread her knees further apart.
You can see the skin on her knees turn purple under the dark paint. The woven fabric of the Mauri's floor is hurting her knees but she doesn't seem to mind and you don't either. The only thing covering her body is the loincloth between her spread legs.
You could part it easily. Something filthy inside you tells you that you'd find her dripping wet. You were lost in your thoughts, grappling with your desires when Neytiri did something that surprised you. She hilted the knife and bend lower a bit, bringing her hands to the front. Your eyes widened when the other woman used her fingers to rub Varang's hard nipples in tight circles and pinch sharply. The Tsahik whimpered and tried to move away but there was nowhere to go.
"Ah- wait - please..-"
Neytiri bit the shell of one pinned ear, tongue coming out to trace the skin. Varang's eyes fell shut, either in surrender or pleasure. She bared her teeth but her compromising position only made her look more desperate. Following Neytiri's lead you leaned down and parted her loincloth.
You barely managed to get a glimpse of wet skin before Varang instinctively shut her legs. You glared at the resistance, slapping her thigh hard, sending a wave of sharp pain up her body. She hissed at you, baring her fangs and tensing her legs to prepare. You smiled at the challenge. With a strong and well placed kick, on the back of her knee, her legs fell open with a pained cry. Neytiri's hands never once stopped working on her breasts.
"She's all wet isn't she?" Neytiri asked, her voice low and full of venom next to Varang's left ear.
You nodded once, throat dry at the sight of her. She was wet. Flushed and begging to be touched, her clit peeking out from her slick folds and pulsing.
You kneeled in front of her. Being so close between her legs you could see her dark blue pattern leading to her wet pussy. Her inner thighs were bare from the Mangkwan paint. You could see her freckles shimmering in the dark. Your nails dug into her thighs aggressively and they left little crescents on her skin.
"I'm sure you've done this before... But never like this. You have your little slaves, don't you? They do as you say... They worship you. But here-"
You pause and glance back at Neytiri whose eyes are undeniably hungry. You're sure yours mirror her own.
"You're all ours. Completely at our mercy."
Your fingers teased the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, following her stripes, before two of them traced her outer lips. Varang took a deep breath with her teeth still on display but you can see the way her thighs were shaking and how her eyes were wide and her pupils blown. You had to bit back a smile of delight when her wetness clung to your fingers as you parted her folds. Moving up her slit to her clit and then lower, you teased her entrance.
"We'll do whatever we want with you, witch."
Neytiri moved one of her hands to the base of Varang's tail. It inched higher slowly until it reached the middle of the slim tail and then tugged harshly. Varang's back arched, her pelvis moving away from the pain and right into your awaiting fingers.
Varang tugged at the leather binding her as if trying to break free. She was looking at your hands, hips shifting and twitching away from your teasing touches. You didn't pay much attention. The view in front of you was enticing.
You pulled her thighs over your shoulders to give yourself more room and Varang changed tactics. She hissed down at you, bringing one of her legs up and kicking you in the back with her heel. You groaned at the impact and hissed at her right back. The Tsahik raised her leg to kick you again but Neytiri pulled at her tail and her other hand finally left Varang's chest to wrap around her throat.
"Let me go you-"
Neytiri squeezed and Varang's words died in her mouth. In the beginning she was struggling and you had to keep hold of her legs for her not to kick you again. But the more Neytiri squeezed the more Varang's reaction shifted to something else. Her eyes rolled back and you noticed, right there in front of your face, the slightest roll of her hips.
She was enjoying this. You're sure that if your fingers were inside her cunt she'd be clenching and gripping around them like a vine.
When Neytiri let go and Varang gulped down air you took advantage of her distracted state and shoved two fingers inside her wet, throbbing hole.
Varang moaned, loud and unrestricted and Neytiri choked her again.
"Quiet witch! They will hear us!"
You laughed and leaned down to lick a broad stripe across her slit. Varang's hips rolled a bit again and you smiled up at her teasingly. She can't hide it anymore. She's enjoying this. Maybe you are as well.
Neytiri pulled her tail again and this time Varang whimpered and bit her lip. You sucked on her clit, teasing it with your tongue and teeth while your fingers stayed still deep inside just to tease her. Her moans echoed inside the Mauri and inside your head, breathy and whiny and almost crying, as if she hated herself for loving the pain.
Soon enough her hips were moving eagerly against your tongue and a prideful grin streched on your lips. How the mighty have fallen. The fearsome Tsahik of the Mangkwan grinding against your face and moaning whenever Neytiri choked her.
You knew she was getting close. But you had no intention of letting her cum any time soon.
You pulled away and her hips chased after your lips. You rose slowly and smiled. You took a hold of her face in a sweet gesture, rubbing away a stray tear that escaped from one amber eye, before you slapped her hard. Her head snapped to the side but she immediately turned to look at you again with a feral smile. It was almost daring you to hit again, to hit harder.
You pushed your lips together, kissing her with tongue and teeth. Neytiri didn't stay idle. Now that Varang's cunt was left empty she pushed three of her own fingers inside. Neytiri's long and slim fingers didn't meet any resistance. She gasped low and the sound mixed with a growl. The heat that enveloped her was maddening. Neytiri felt as if she had dipped her hands in fire. Fitting for the Tsahik of the Mangkwan. Neytiri's tail whiped behind her in interest. Lost in the pleasure and pain, Varang didn't even notice when Neytiri connected their kurus. You watched with a delighted smile as Neytiri got her revenge. She had tortured her with that sky man. Made her wail in pain for Jake to hear. But now it was her turn to make Varang scream.
And she did.
The Tsahik cried out and no doubt someone has heard. You suppose that no one cares enough to intervene. You stepped to the side and Neytiri pushed again. Their kurus shone bright from where they were connected. Varang's hisses mixed with whimpers as her head bowed low. Her hands strained uncomfortably against the binds. Neytiri's fingers were still deep inside her, brushing against the sweet spot that made her see stars. Now it only made her feel even more humiliated.
Neytiri broke the bond but she didn't let Varang catch her breath. Her fingers started moving fast and rough. She clearly wanted to create pain and not pleasure.
Varang made noises that you couldn't distinguish. It was practically impossible for you to tell wether or not she hated or loved this. Perhaps both.
You leaned down so you were on eye level with her. Her amber eyes were almost fully black and full of tears. You could tell she hated this. Not the pleasure. But the submission. The humiliation. The power that she doesn't have.
"It feels good when you do it..."
You trailed off as your hand moved towards her kuru, petting the bone braided hair. Varang's thighs trembled and her body jerked from Neytiri's thrusting fingers. She tried to keep her back straight. To be still and not show a thing. Her tail was taunt and almost unmoving. Neytiri slapped her ass hard enough for the noise to echo in your ears.
You brought your own kuru close to hers. The tendrils danced, eager to touch. Varang shook her head, eyes pleading. Behind her with her fingers still moving Neytiri's eyes shone with anger and a wicked satisfaction. You gave her a look and her fingers stopped at once.
Varang hang on the edge again before the forced pleasure shriveled and died in her lower stomach. You gave Varang a moment. You lulled her into a sense of false security, letting her catch her breath and organise her thoughts. She was ready to speak again, you could tell from her pathetic gaze. That's when you smiled.
"Let's see how good it feels when someone else does it to you."
You forced the tsaheylu and pushed hard against her. Varang's head lowered once more and she cried out. You smiled at how easy it was to overwhelm her. You had assumed that it would require great effort to bring her to her knees. But perhaps Neytiri had undone her completely. Or maybe it was the pleasure that opened her up and made her vulnerable.
Neytiri shoved her fingers inside Varang's mouth, the digits dripping with Varang's own slick. If the circumstances were different you're sure that the Tsahik would bite Neytiri's fingers until they bled. But she didn't. She choked on them, gagging as they pushed further down her throat and muffled her cries of pain.
She started begging again. Her voice was broken and high picthed but she begged anyway. She must know it's useless. That neither you nor Neytiri had any intention of stopping before she unraveled. Yet she begged so sweetly.
"Please..! Wai- agh! Nggh... Please."
You didn't know what she was begging for. So you gave her what you wanted. You moved to her side, kurus still connected. Your hands travelled everywhere they could reach. Her ribs. Her stomach. Her neck. Her perky breasts that ached from the onslaught they received.
Neytiri moved in front of her and shoved her face between wet and shaking thighs wth no warning or grace. Her tongue lapped up the wetness, sour and tangy taste falling heavy on her tongue as it pushed deeper and deeper inside her clenching hole. Her nose brushed against Varang's clit and the engorged bud pulsed in tandem with the Tsahik's heartbeat.
You pressed your face at the side of her neck, breathing in Varang's arousal and fear. Because of the tsaheylu you could feel it all. You shivered and moaned right next to her ear.
How you loved torturing her.
Neytiri growled against her pussy and the vibration travelled across her wet skin and up her spine. The bottom half of her face was covered in her. Neytiri's ears rang. Varang squeezed her thighs around her head and bucked her hips wildly as she raced towards the edge.
When she came Varang bit her own tongue so hard her mouth filled with the sharp tang of her own blood. It dripped down her lip and her chin. You caught the droplet with your tongue before it could fall down her neck.
You smiled teasingly and she glared at you. She was probably cursing you out in her mind. You pressed a kiss on her cheek leaving a bloody mark on her. You pulled your kuru and the bond broke.
Neytiri rose up as well. She licked her lips and her fingers, eyes locked with Varang's.
The Tsahik was spent. She looked like she was melting on the floor. Her thighs still shook and the paint in her eyes run smudged and ugly from the tears. Her mouth was filled with blood. Her tail sore. Her head was buzzing with your thoughts. With Neytiri's.
You put a hand on Neytiri's chest. It was over. At least for tonight. It was clear she was still furious. But there was no need to push it further. Neytiri grabbed the hand on her chest and for a second you thought she'd push you away.
Instead, her intense gaze settled on you. Her yellow eyes bright with a swirl of emotions. She closed them and took a deep breath that you felt from your palm. She nodded, small and almost intimate.
You smiled at her softly. You can't begin to understand her pain. Or her anger. But you're glad she's in control. That she's listening to you. She pushes her face to the side of your head, nosing your hair.
You didn't expect the attention. You're practically strangers. But it was appreciated non the less. Neytiri left without looking back.
You spent one final glance at Varang. She layed as low as the binds on her hand allowed. She looked passed out. And in this moment she looked harmless. Small.
You turned around and left before any dangerous thoughts formed inside your head.
Since it's been brought up a lot I thought I'd finally rant a bit about gp! Varang. Given how the Na'vi are build, very lithe, tall, slim etc. I don't think she'd be very thick. You'd be able to wrap a hand around her dick without any trouble. BUT. That thing is long as fuck. There's no way you can take it down your throat at once, sorry. The bonus though is that it hits every single spot inside you when she fucks you :)
Probably the only part of her that doesn't have paint on it (logically body paint shouldn't be put there but the Mangkwan are crazy so idk). It's such a pretty shade of blue and when it's dark you can see the little bioluminescent dots on it.
She defo has piercings on it. She loves when you tug on them, even as foreplay.
Now to the good part.
She loves when you get on your knees. It makes her feel powerful. Like she's your goddess and you're praying to her, worshiping her. Depending on her mood, it might be slow and sensual or fast and rough.
If it's slow she's a bit nicer (with a very condescending tone). She'll caress your hair and tap your cheek while calling you sweet names. She won't move at all, she'll let you do all the work. She might move your hands from her thighs to her ass or her tail if she thinks you're being to shy. She cums without warning, shooting rope after rope down your throat. Of course you'll be good for your goddess and swallow all of her.
Now if it's rougher and faster you better find something to hold on to cuz she'll be fucking your face so rough you'll get a concussion. With a good grip on your kuru, she'll hold your face there so she can grind on you. Remember when I said that you can't take her whole dick? Yeah, Varang doesn't care. She'll shove it down your throat and you'll take it. Definitely will not be nice, she's degrading you and hissing at you like she's mad even though it feels so good. She'll pull out just before she cums so she can unload on your pretty face and mark you.
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This just came to me unexpectedly but imagine fucking Varang from behind. She would definitely prefer to ride you or at least be able to see your face but there are special occasions where she'll just turn around (or better yet have you manhandle her) and present herself to you. She'd swish her tail left and right to tease you, moving her hips a little as well. Wether you fuck her with fingers or a makeshift strap she'd react all the same. Her hands grip the furs and tug until they rip while you fuck her. When she's like this she wants it rough and you know it. So you'll tug her hair and her kuru, connecting it with yours so she can feel double the pain. Of course you'd slap her ass as well and tug on her tail, almost using it like a handle. She's loud when you fuck her like this even with her face pressed against the covers. Mostly whimpers and whines rather than moans. To be honest this position gets both of you feral. You never stop just after one orgasm. The more overstimulated she is the better it feels. After one point her words stop resembling Na'vi. She can't even form coherent sentences and that's when you pause and tease her. You'll stop moving right before she cums, keeping her on the edge. And then you'll ask her to beg you in a full sentence. She'll stumble over her words, barely making sense and you'll laugh at her face. When her mind clears a bit and her speech gets better you'll tease her by rubbing her clit or pinching her nipples just to ruin her sentence again. She will definitely be agitated as fuck by this point and just when she starts throwing hissing fits you'll start fucking her again at full pace and that frown will dissapear from her face so fast. Varang will moan your name until the whole clan knows it.
"I'm sure you've done this before... But never like this. You have your little slaves, don't you? They do as you say... They worship you. But here-"
You pause and glance back at Neytiri whose eyes are undeniably hungry. You're sure yours mirror her own.
"You're all ours. Completely at our mercy."
Your fingers teased the sensitive skin of her inner thighs before two of them traced her outer lips. Varang took a deep breath with her teeth still on display but you can see the way her thighs were shaking and how her eyes were wide.
"We'll do whatever we want with you, witch."
Neytiri moved one of her hands to the base of Varang's tail. It inched higher slowly until it reached the middle of the slim tail and then tugged harshly. Varang's back arched, her pelvis moving away from the pain and right into your awaiting fingers.
Finally someone who gets my Varang loves scissoring agenda!!! She loves being pussy to pussy feeling you get wet!! Moving her hips like she's literally fucking you shame she wasn't born with a dick :/
Ghhhh yes you get it!
Varang gives off that vibe that she grinds on you like she's trying to fuck you. I also mentioned it in the blurb about you eating her out. She'd grind against your face like she's fucking your mouth. Same with scissoring. She's grinding on you like an animal. And I feel like she'd like grinding in general.
There are times when you'll be innocently cuddling, all close and cozy in her fur bed and Varang just starts slowly (at first) grinding against your thigh. You'll try to hide your smirk but you know immediately that she's going to escalate this. Most of the time she'll continue grinding a bit before it turns into full fucking. But when she's feeling more subby she'll burry her head on the side of your neck and keep grinding until she comes on your thigh.
But yeah I kinda got lost in the grinding, my bad. Varang does love scissoring. She loves feeling your wet pussy against hers. And she loves making a mess, so when you're both very wet and you're scissoring she'll just kind of stare in awe at how both of your thighs are a sticky mess with pussy juices ggghhh
And you KNOW that she's giggly as fuck during sex. You can't convince me otherwise. She's laughing and giggling regardless of who's receiving or what's happening. Unless you gag her or have her mouth full of something else.
Avatar really would've been better off as a TV show. They cut six hours of AFAA and it came out so rushed. But even if it didn't it's a shame to waste so many good scenes (six hours worth of them). If it was a TV show it would've been nine episodes, one hour each. And it's very normal for TV shows now to have a few episodes released four/three years apart from eachother. That way they would've have to cut a thing, the story would make sense and it would be exactly how Cameroon imagined it and we would get all the content we want (bc I don't think anyone would complain about more Avatar).
Varang's favourite part of sex comes after both of you had at least three orgasms. After you've covered yourselves in bites and scratches. It's when you're overstimulated, ears pinned and tails twitching and thighs shaking. When every movement and touch sends a delicious shiver of pain and pleasure up your spines and only causes you to fold and arch even more. Usually when you're like this Varang's favourite thing to do is scissor. That way both of you get the same pleasure and pain at once and you're so close, pressed against eachother, most intimate areas rubbing and grinding. The tent fills with a symphony of moans and groans and gasps and hisses of pain filled pleasure. Of course at this moment you're connected in a perfect tsaheylu so you can feel everything the other feels. Varang loves eye contact during sex and this case is no different. The only time she's not looking at your eyes is when hers are shut tightly in pain or when her head is thrown back in pleasure. When you scissor, Varang is almost always on top. She loves grinding down hard on you, smiling when you whine. She controls the pace, pulls on your tail to make you go faster or slower. She grabs your hips and your legs to position you so that you both get the perfect friction. In the off chance that you actually manage to throw her off balance and flip your positions Varang will just stare at your audacity for a bit before a more vulnerable look takes over. But after you put yourself on top you have to commit to it. You better be good at this after you dethroned her because Varang won't accept anything but perfection. After scissoring you take a small break before the next round but you always stay cuddled and close to eachother.
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Since I heard some hints that avatar 4 might include snow Na'vi I can't stop thinking about a snow Na'vi reader with Varang. The ice/fire parallels would go so hard 🥴
I might as well make an OC at this point cuz I'm obsessed
