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Rose Divider and falling petals : made by Me @/blooming-words
Adriana💕, I wanted to let you know that you have always been in my thoughts. As you move forward I wish you the upmost peace and comfort in the time you spend with your family.🤍
You’ve been such a kind person in the short time I’ve spent in this fandom and I’m so grateful I came across your blog. You were one of the first blogs I started following and coming back to to read your wonderful stories.
“A Florishing Love” was my most favorite work of yours and still is. You eventually became my most favorite avatar writer and a writer I’d always come back to (I still do).
Your good energy has always made it enjoyable to interact with you. Even if I was shy to interact with anyone and mostly sent anonymous messages.( I still am :( ) The kind way you’d reply to my messages always raised my spirits and I regret not interacting more, but just know I’d always cheered you on.
I especially appreciate the long post reply you made months ago on “A Florishing Love” when I was sent an anonymous message under 🌺.
I’m so glad you appreciated the compliment and even replied to it with some advice on writing. With that said,, Thank you.
BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY! 🤍
Thank you so much for being who you are, spreading positivity and for sharing your wonderful stories. 💕
Through these difficult times I hope you know that you’re not alone, and that there are so many people who care about you deeply. 🤍
To end this on a good note here’s a quote I felt reminded me of you so much:
“If you root yourself in love and kindness, your heart will always bloom” — Alexandria Vasiliu
You’re such a beautiful and kind Flower
and you always will be Adriana🌸🌹
Love you so much! — 🌺ri
No way!!🥺
I remember you very well and just know that your words warm my heart behond imaginable ri 😭❤💕
There was a moment were I thought I'd post something and ask for you but I guessed it would be a bit too much
But I am so happy to see your here! How are you? 💖
Again, this made me cry so much, I'll keep this message close to my heart. You made me forget a bit 🥺 This quote is so beautiful ✨
Thank you
I wish you the best, really💫
P.S : I really wonder who you are behind that anon button. But wait, I know. You are the biggest heart and lovely ever 🤲🏻❤
Pairings : Mates Neteyam x Pregnant Female!Na'vi Reader
Summary : Neteyam allows himself to live one of his deepest fantasies.
Warnings : Explicit/ Suggestive Content (smut), Very Sensual, Titty fucking, Pregnancy, Love Making, Heavy Breeding Kink, ...
Word count : 2'000 + (Yikes... I know)
Important Note : From now on, all the following works will contain adult content (18+/ MDNI). So it goes without saying, people under the age of 18 should not read these works. Even those who feel uncomfortable about it, no matter the age! So remember, you are the only one responsible for your own Media Consumption.
Na'vi -> English translation : Tewng = Loincloth/ Yawne = Beloved/ Tsaheylu = Bond, Neural Connection/ Kuru = Neural Queue
Tagging : @neteyamsyawntu 💕
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Neteyam inhales slowly and carefully, trying to control his heart as it pumps blood faster and faster through his whole body system. His ray of sunshine, his beloved darling, you, couldn't be more attractive and seductive than at this very moment.
Snug in the warmth of your shared tent, you both were wandering about your evening occupations. Neteyam, as always, was busy with the bothering tasks and now he was occupied tidying up the evening meal, cautiously drying the wooden bowls and cutlery before arranging them in the right order on the made for shelf.
As for you, you unroll the carpet matt bed in the sleeping corner of the room before tossing in a blanket and some soft cozy cushions.
Neteyam can't take his eyes off of you. Having finished his tasks long before you, since he's not the heavy weighted fruit bearer of your love, he silently revels in watching you ardently. Following the delicious curves of your luscious belly he streches his eyes down to meet your round belly connecting to a graceful pair of supple legs.
Your body has changed a lot since it welcomed a new, growing life inside of you. This, despite the beauty of being pregnant, made you uncomfortable. But your mate didn't fail to remind you of this on a daily basis, talking you through every negative comment you could be having about yourself. And on the rare occasions when he wasn't worried about hurting you he would indulge in his deepest desires and sometimes, sometimes you'd catch him. Because Neteyam believed you were the only attention worthy soul. Of course this was wrong, as you needed his satisfaction to therefore be it yourself.
So you had made it your little mission to catch his rare weak moments and take it to your advantages. And by the same time, lead him to some self and well deserved release. And tonight was a night like this, were he was watching you intently, with those fiery hungry eyes.
The pillows neatly put down, you smile at your successful work despite the soreness of your belly and pat them with a sigh of satisfaction. At this stage of pregnancy, even in the second trimester, every task was a mission accomplished.
You raise your head in search of your love, who would normally already be snuggled up under the sheets but that wasn't the case and it made your ears lay flat against your head at the realization. It was one of those nights. Those nights were he would actually care about his pleasure and were you wouldn't be coming in rows all by yourself. Your pussy was already purring at the idea. Feeling his hard cock under your powerful touch.
You freeze as you find him across the circle build shape of your home. On the other side of the fire pit, where the embers shone their last glimmers, the same power blazed in his own golden orbs. His mouth was slightly ajar and braided curls framed his face with a harmony that was utterly exciting. Breathless, you whisper the question. But you already knew the answer and you were desperately looking forward to it.
“What...?~” You coo innocently.
His fluffy ears twitched, as if it was pulled out of a trance, and his yellow orbs widened as your deliciously-shaped figure rises.
You moisten your lips with a brief flick of your tongue before exhaling a breath imbued with deliberate exaltation. Your eyes meet again and that look means one thing. You're about to make passionate love, and it's not your tender child who can't be the object of such encumbrance. Actually tgis will make the experience even more intimate. And such an act, when a couple illuminates the way of child, sees itseld more connected with their divine seed, since it results from such a beautiful action as making love.
Your husband's breathing becomes heavier and his jerky breaths reverberate against the walls of your hut as you slide your slender fingers along your rounds.
Having always been a family man, it's not a surprise that Neteyam's weakness is your delectably plump belly, the source of his seed deposited deep within your silky, damp walls on one of your most spirited nights.
Seeing that his figure doesn't deign to come forward, as you knew he would, by this self control seeming so unbreakable that it seeps in your most erotic fantasizes, you play as you know how to. And surely will put his guards down out of his already weakened stance. Not only by the way his dick was poking out of his tewng, but also by the way his pupils shook in the dim light.
You were already feeling his finally brushing soft lips against yours, when you can't help but tease him by offering him a spectacle of which he is indeed the one and only allowed spectator.
At the very thought of it, the possessive sense in him flares up, and suddenly the fabric of his loincloth seems too restrictive and his legs contract in an orgasmic anticipation tension.
You continue your erotic dance, snaking your hands along your hips in an entrancing mania before bringing them up slowly, shimmering your eyes to them to give an impression of touch, skin against skin at his.
Biting your lip gracefully, you grab your breasts, not without prolonging the impatience and hovering over your nipples with a brief, subtle flick of your wrist before pinching them tenderly and pulling on them, accentuating the visual effect of their size out of your chest.
Your breasts have grown considerably in size, and their luscious roundness never ceases to draw the respectful but justifiably devouring gazes of your darling, who was so irreproachable and restrained in every situation. But he decided it was over now.
He needed to devour you. Enjoy you completely. Entirely
Oh... He was about to fuck you good... Soo many times with that gorgeous body of yours...
When it came to losing himself in your body-to-body perfume with the emphatic provocation of what he's waiting for, nothing could be more irresistible, until his thirst was quenched.
Nothing could be so urgent, until his thirst was quenched.
And in this case he's eager to drink a cup full of your upper frame. Neteyam always adored your perked up swelled chest, but with the approach of the new little one he's been drooling over it.
Not for its size alone. Yes it was huge and giggling soft like the ripest fruits. But it was for the idea. It was for the remembering that, he, himself, was the source of it partly. The source of this beautiful meal...
So it was mind blowing. Not just because your body was sexy, but of what it could offer.
Neteyam had been thinking of nothing else for weeks. He was obsessed with your breasts. He lived in licking them, sucking them, kissing them until you were dripping with sweet sweat, arousals and ready to receive him.
Of course your breasts always had something to offer physically, but it's these new circumstances that make these new fantasies so... exciting.
Neteyam can't wait any longer. With a jerky breath he moves cautiously towards your frail form and with surprise crushes his mouth to yours in a kiss that is incredibly tender given its power and intensity. He doesn't hesitate to pin you down with his well-defined arms, gently always, against the mattress-matt like and begins to rub his already dripping frenulum against your pulsing bud, behond than ready to be stimulated.
“Ohaamhh.... N-Neteyam~”
You moan for a long time, cheeks colored in a deep pink shade. Neteyam continues to rub himself in pleasantly slow fast tense movement, and the touch of his abs on the line of your bouncing belly sends fireworks through your heart.
He gradually slows down to control his breath and leans down to passionately kiss you again, in a deeper and more appreciative than the previous one. You slowly pull away, your orbs dilated with black, and Neteyam's fine fingers begin to untie the knots of your loincloth with frightening precision. Making all of this moment even more feral.
Your chest rises in a frantic rhythm as your love pulls his clothings doen in a horrible tortuously manner, but impatience is forgotten as soon as your gaze takes in his dark-blue length, adorned with his buttery raspberry-pink tip, dripping with apparent desire at the sight of the continuous bioluminescent flow.
Without waiting, once naked, Neteyam pounces on your titts and gobbles them up with passion, warm tongue swirling around your nipples and arching your back as far as possible in your state.
You moan with pleasure, feeling your nectar glisten between your legs and the tips of your feet burn with desire.
Neteyam pours all of his love on your chest and with a cry you cum all under his muscular figure of comfort and tremble between his arms, as he is clutching you as if your breasts depended on his survival.
With a pop he releases one of your now swollen nipples and widens his eyes with amused perplexity. A warm, teasing smile stretches across his lips, lighting up his face with his usual peaceful, enthusiastic energy. With a touch of warmth, he stares at you, almost amazed. Your eyelashes flutter as you try to catch your breath, and with a delicate flick of the hand, Neteyam grabs your chin to cross your aroused orbs and whispers
“Did you just come...?~”
You sigh in delight to confirm, shaking your head in a pout at his proud look.
“That was quick...” He smirks as he hushes those words seductively against your navel, looking up at you through his eyelashes. Very confident feeling now.
You laugh softly and grab his face to pull him up into a fiery kiss once more. He soon picks up the pace again, and from the way his p*nis twitches against your inner thighs and the creamy warmth of his undeniable pre-cum, you draw him even closer to you, unconsciously clawing away at his nub.
Your sensual exchange is almost animalistic. Your cheeks rub against each other, your pleasure multiplied tenfold by the way your distinct smells vary and intensify in each other's olfactory cilia. And the way your lips move against the sheets in a frenzied dance.
And from there, as if reading his thoughts and living the pure tsaheylu bond of a married couple, knowing exactly what he wishes, you whisper into the hollow of his neck with ardor. Humid breath faning over his skin, making his spine shiver.
“Do it~” You moan for him, encouraging him.
Neteyam stops moving and turns his head to press his forehead against yours. He hums in a question, lost in desire. Lost in how much his body craves a release.
“Do it.” You repeat, directing your hands south and gripping his length smoothly and feeling it burn with irrepressible desire at the constant throb. His breathing stops as you take one of his calloused hands and place it on one of your downy breasts. Neteyam gasp when he makes the connection between the two touches of your hands
“Yawne... I can't... ” He hesitates, but you tighten your grip on him. You know what he's thinking about. And in other circumstances it may indeed be disrespectful. But you two love each other deeply and the respect for each other has been forged and strengthened for moons and moons, no longer counting anymore.
With a swallow, his eyes shining, he asks in a ear blow, uncertain. His member testifies otherwise, lifting in an imperceptible nervous swing of excitement.
“Y-you're sure ?”
With a nod, you stroke his scalp making him quiver from head to toe and with a well placed finger squeeze he grunts, cock jolting like fireworks. He suddenly sees himself smitten with new confidence, ejaculation not far away, making him rumble in manly sounds.
He straightens up and positions his wet tip at the bottom of your breasts, which you've already crushed into a veritable tunnel for him, ready to welcome his needy cock. Without waiting he pushes his loin between them and lets lets out a long deep moan. With each move, his ass muscles contracts and you can't help but press your legs together and try to reach a second high.
He moves back and forth deeply, alternating short strokes, fast and long, slow strokes, licking himself between the luscious water of your breasts. From below, the view is just sublime. His braids swing vulgarly perfectly around his face scrunching up with pleasure.
His lips glisten with the little saliva that drips from them and his cheeks. Oh his cheeks, flushed as they never are and glisten with the layer of sweat. Just like his abdomen, deep Navy blue frame, gliding on yourself with etheral motivation and reach the ultimate until his orgasm hits him. Hard.
“Mhrgh! Ha.... ha... ha... haaaa~” He moans uncontrollably. So many sounds filling the air around us, making it impossible to believe they were coming from an only mouth.
His voice alternated between higher and lower octaves. And with a final long thrust his hips, hitting his pubic bone flush on your bouncing titts and touching your parted lips right on the tip, he releases his milky sweetness with dry grunts.
“That's it... Take it all~” He groans, as his orgasm consumes him completely, limbs shaking.
You swallow without flinching with a happy mewl, enjoying the taste of his masculine nectar all over your tongue and sliding down your throat, tinting your pink walls with white luminescent glowing cream.
His hips spasm before he collapses onto his side, barely inhaling and yet an expression of tired admiration veils his sweet face.
You reach out with your hand to bring him back to his senses, caressing his cheeks lovingly and his irises smile at you with eternal sunshine as they open.
He sighs with contentment before snuggling up to you and kissing your shoulder with open mouth kisses, nibbling it affectionately as he caresses your belly with emotional, circular gestures.
He murmurs peaceful words to the youthful consciousness of your precious pearl sprouting deep inside of you and holds your kuru with deel affection.
Meanwhile you lovingly run your finger through his hair and place your lips on his forehead in an eternal wet kiss.
“Thank you...” He whispers
You place your hand on his, resting them both on your mutual divine creation. And in a response of, I see you. I love you.
You both remain like this for a moment before forming the bond tsaheylu, like every night, connecting with tender sighs and falling asleep in one and only heartbeat. As one.
In the deleted scene; "Spider mocks the recoms" near the beginning after Spider says; "How does my ass look? Cuz that's all you're seeing!"
Quaritch says; "C'mon people! ....." But I can't make out the rest. Do you know what he says there?
Hi Love :)
At first I wasn't sure either, but I made some research and I found this definition :
So when Quaritch says : Come on people! This kid is punking! He means by that (implying) Come on guys, he is making fun of us, don't put yourselves down basically
A/N : Hi loves !!! 💕 I am so happy to start this new event with all of you ✨ I am publishing this now as I will be away for a day or two and I didn't wanna miss out on the first day ❤A big thanks again to our lovely @neteyamsyawntu for starting this event ! 🥰 I truly am excited for this and I wish you all a some HAPPY HOLIDAYS ! ❄🤲🏻❤
Important Note : From now on, all the following works will contain adult content (18+/ MDNI). So it goes without saying, people under the age of 18 should not read these works. Even those who feel uncomfortable about it, no matter the age! So remember, you are the only one responsible for your own Media Consumption.
Na'vi -> English translation : Utumauti = Banana Fruit/ Yawne = Beloved/ Oe new lonu = I want release/ Rutxe = Please/ Teylu = Beetle Larva
P.S : Yes I invented a whole new celebration... Cause why not? I found it so pure and sweet to feast something like that. Anyways ! Please don't pay attention to any grammar mistakes or weird wordings. I'll check up all of this later :) Enjoy 💕
Today is a special day for the clan. With the end of the rainy seasons in the rainforest and the approach of the warmer weathers, the nature sees herself gifted with multiple tasting blessings. Harvests get more abundant at this time of the year and the Omatikaya celebrate in this honour, the wealth and the soils richness that Mother Earth brings every day. The grace and elegance of the unique Eywa, pouring a reason to live deep into the earths breath.
The entire village is decorated with bright colours in a variety of forms. To the dense plantings, proudly displaying their tender leaves in the sunlight, to the flowers adorning the entrances of each hut. Or banners slipping from tree to tree decorating the grouping of tents with a jovial ceiling and hanging the air with a sense of rebirth.
Because this is what this season is all about. Water brings life. And life encourages the desire to grow and be a living being. The beauty of a supple element, swirling in each consciousness that breathes. An infinite wish of freshness and so on purity. The way of life to the Na'vi, that always leads to Harmony.
Everyone pitches in, whether helping out in the kitchens with the delicious smells of grilled meats and fondant berries. Or whether it is arranging the festive lawn and lanterns full of glistening glowing teylu worms or even peeling the utumauti fruits that will be used for the grand general tasting.
Every helping hand counts. Because not only of the sense of collectivity, but to emphasize the Na'vi Ideology.
This festival of taste and food, blessing the new found harvest of the upcoming first blloming season of the year, is called tsawn syawn ftxozä si (harvest blessing celebration). A very popular and important event hosted by the Omatikaya's each blooming season, happening at the end of "winter" to the beginning of the flourishing seasons where the more heated days arrive and when water is needed the most, as the plants grow thicker and stand proudly after a long nap. A celebration to welcome the the first blooms bringing a hint of sparkle as the next harvest times always start with this. "A seed becomes a plant and becomes a source of life to give life".
This leads to a pleasant nourish in the heart of the clan, feeding the void's home within each person, which when satisfied, contributes to the inner happiness and therefore to that of the people. Food is one of the most sacred ressource. And so these celebration consist in worshipping the seed. "The seed that germs into life to maintain life".
Every sacred soul works with full engagment until nightfall and until the stars shine high in the sky greeting the gas giant, Polyphemus. Iridescent and luminous under the inky celestial dome.
As soon as the cool air begins to make itself felt and the first drops of water hang in the atmosphere, the premiere playful "yip yip" of the Na’vi resound throughout the village. The music vibrates through the tent hauvans made of thick skins, results of many successful hunts, and a marvellous symphony, that of the heart, plays a harmonious melody welcoming every listening sound.
In a corner of the lawn used as a dance floor, the Sully family revels in the joyous air. The party is a real success and Jake Sully, the Olo'eyktan, can be proud of it. The clan showed real team work and it paid off. This event was not a foregone conclusion, as the rains this year were not very abundant. But numerous collective prayers made Eywa's ears perk up and the first drops turned into torrents of water over the Pandoran jungle.
Jake smiles broadly and his eyes turn to his beloved Neytiri, busy watching the dancing crowd with her piercing eyes. He nudges her side affectionately and she moves closer to him to embrace him in a simple but affectionate hug.
“I'm glad our great mother heard our prayers. Our people needed a moment of union.”
Jake hums in approval and rests his head on hers.
Kiri suddenly approaches with a hurried step and stands in front of her two parents. Her gaze straight ahead and tail twitching nervously.
Neytiri lifts her unexistent brows, urging her to speak as her eldest daughter's face calls for itself.
“I've been looking for Neteyam everywhere... Where is he? He was supposed to announce the start of the festivities !”
“Ah well, I guess that won't be necessary anymore.”
Lo'ak's voice suddenly appears behind his sister. When she turns around, he gives her a funny look. His signature smirk, showing the slight glimmer in his beautiful round clear eyes.
Kiri raises her eyebrows, pressing her lips in a thin line. She follows Lo'aks move that with a gesture shows the people milling around the big bonfire. Not a single mind seems to be awaiting anything.
“The party has already started, there's no need to say anything now. And I don't think he was looking forward on doing a speech anyways...” He snickers.
“Yes, but... he could have showed up!”
“Kiri, I think they've got better things to do.” He chuckles and walks over to one of the tree trunks, serving as a table, to help himself with a wooden bowl of fresh cut fruits. He chews these delicacies nonchalantly and snorts at his sister's confused look.
“What...?
What's the matter?! What could be better to do on such a bless of a night?”
“Kiri... seriously?”
She then exclaims in a energic way, showing off her precise and fluttery soul.
“Oh I know?” She says in a funny manner. “They could be planning on being more in touch with eachother to start with. And this way be on TIME ?!”
Lo'ak nearly chokes on a piece of utumauti.
“Kind of.” He mumbles and spurts out a bubbly sound at Kiri's unvolontary reveal of the real situation going on behind all of this.
She sighs heavily at her brother's exasperated attitude and glances at her cuddled up parents in hope to find some sense of coherence. But they only smile at each other and look into each other's eyes before walking away to join in the tangle of moving limbs.
Lo'ak bursts out in a high pitched laughter, holding his stomach in an exagerated comedic way. But he couldn't help it. Not when Kiri looked so completely lost.
“No Kiri, really? you don't know why they could be late?”
“Well what would I know, honestly...”She throws her arms in the sky, visibly annoyed. “They could be doing anything Lo'ak! Don't look at me like that”
She pouts. A faint smile tingling on her lips.
“You really are clueless...”
“No Skxawng! Admit it. They could be at the river, at the fire pit home sitting or — ” Her expression freezes as her voice slowly dies down and she squares her eyes.
“Ohh...”
“Yeah ohhh ” Lo'ak grins sweetly and takes another bite of fruit.
She laughs before shaking her head off and clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth, suddenly uncomfortable.
“Never mind, good for them.” She crosses her arms.
Lo'ak raises his eyebrows and whispers jokingly.
“Con....sidering how late they are, they must be really into it. Really into it, I mean.” He wiggles his eyebrows playfully.
“Lo'ak!” She taps her shoulder, scolding him as usual and biting her bottom lip, unable to stop the smile spreading on her delicate face.
“What?”
Kiri imits a gag reflex before sighing and breaking the little mass to join Mo'at for some less personal chit-chat and flee the "it's non of your business" talks as Spider breaks out of the blue calling out for Kiri but she is already engulfed by the melodious cheerings and clappings.
“What is it” Spider semi-shouts as the music gets louder.
Lo'ak shrugs his shoulders. “Looking for Neteyam.”
“Oh I know where he is. Going wild at home. Never thought he'd get so high-pitched.” He laughs and mocks nicely.
“Some mighty warrior action indeed... Hey Spider! This is my plate!”
“Well. Go grab it then!” Spider laughs, biting in a fresh yovo fruit and running off in the greeny lit up fields, drowning in the ocean of Joy. Lo'ak on his kneels with a smirk.
And indeed it was steamy and going wild in the tent of our young lovebirds. The sheets rustled, rippling through the delighful moves of excited limbs and low moans were heard around the tent, flying through the nearby bioluminescent forest. The room was plunged into darkness and the faint glow of embers laying in the fire pit lit up the scene, adding a more sensual atmosphere to this... intimate moment.
Neteyam is having his intense way of love with you in the spooning position, grabbing one of your breast with delicacy and passion as he thrusts in your warm and needy hole faster and faster. Ocassionally grinding into your cervix lovingly, making you squirm and whine in his hot embrace.
You've been holding each other like this for several minutes now, but neither of you wanted it to end.
You had originally prepared to join in the festivities, but wearing your beautiful, colourful clothes had only made you long for a taste of eachother immediately than it already was. Impossible to resist.
“ Neteyam~”
“Tell me Yawne...” He teases. His hot breath fanning over your flushed burning cheek, knowing full well that his name is purely expressed in desire and not as a way to get his attention.
“Oh Neteyam~”
“Yes? Oh– Oh fuck...~”
He can't help but grunt lowly, making his chest rumble, at the way your walls squeeze his cock tighter and tighter as your orgasm approaches inevitably.
And with each wet back and forth, he gradually loses his senses and wraps his slender, muscular arms around you, sinking faster and faster in a symphony of erotic murmurs. He can't help the way his voice rises and how his vocal chords seem to betray him each second more.
You reach back, grabbing one of his plump toned ass cheecks to accompany his steady yet fast rhythm, and turn your head to expose your lips, offering yourself to him, once again. Bodies flush against one another only adds a layer to this overwhelming feeling and Neteyam devours your lips for the umpteenth time before increasing the intensity. Yet again.
“Oh Eywa.... so sweet~” He murmurs under his breath, sliding his hand over your clitoris, leaving your bouncing breasts lost of his warm calloused hand, now wiggling without any hold, exposing your hard perked up nipples.
Neteyam is having fun sliding his finger around your sensitive spot, hard of arousal, and your desperate moans only accentuate his almost animal-like desire. The need to make you moan more and satisfy his male urges, that to dominate, towards a women.
“Oe new lonu...rutxe”
You almost cry and moan desperately, and, like a divine command, his slender fingers stimulate your sweet erected bud intensely on its most sensitive spot.
Neteyam likes to tease you, but he would never dare doing it when you're on the verge of an orgasm. He prefers to use teasing at the beginning, followed by languorous kisses and voluptuous touching.
All it takes is a few comings and goings before you're enjoying the outpour of his love physically. Singing in waves in a testament of mewls and whimpers you succumb to your intense pleasure. As always, the beating of your divine walls don't fail to draw him in, and with a deep moan in the hollow of your smooth reassuring neck, he releases his essence deep inside your womb.
The time seems to stop as both of you enjoy the aftermath of your beautiful act. Covered in sweat, hairs tangled and arousals all over you. But you do not care and exchange tender hums and purrs in a common understanding.
You sigh as he stays snuggled in you, even after releasing every last drop of his precious seed in your sacred cunt.
Because the truth is you both love staying connected like this after a deliciously exhausting love making session. There is something so comforting, feeling his softening member rest deep inside of you sharing both of your lowering heats. As if you wanted to worship and pray, in eachothers arms, the true love resulting in such a vulnerable act. Protecting the essence a little longer down your intimate parts and let it linger in your hearts during the pure silence after it.
Like a wish being thought so strongly before the candle is blown out. Like the heat fading until the desire is gone. A way to thank this unique moment, until any trace vanished.
Neteyam is the first to move behing you. He grabs the cozy self knitted blanket and covers you both in it in a warm calming cocoon. He caresses your hair lovingly, whispering how much he loves you and cares about you. Delecting your ears in sweet vocal treats adms praises. You mumble the same words as much as your spend body allows it and you both fall into a dreamless slumber. Only lulled by the reassuring voices of a loving couple.
Some will say it is a shame to miss such divine festivities. But you both found the divinity in tasting the tenderness of the best of fruits. The fruit that results in the deepest of affections and Love.
Being with child.
The next days both of you found out that you were pregnant and you couldn't be happier.
hehe i got tagged by @aerynwrites so ty i love these muahahah
Last song: verbatim by mother mother
Favorite Color: purple (p much all shades hehe)
Currently Watching: rewatching FMAB for the millionth time
Last Movie/TV Show: hellboy (the 2004 version of course <3)
Spicy/Savory/Sweet: i have the biggest sweet tooth and it's my biggest character flaw
Relationship Status: married
Current Obsession: BG3 (gasp!), runescape, bluey (i'm a child do not judge me), kingdom death
Last Thing I googled: i'm exposing myself here but it's totally @forgeofthenine's fault - "lorum piercing"
tagging some moots: @waterdeeply, @killerpancakeburger, @arctophyllax, @underdark-dreams, @northlandcleric, @dark-and-kawaii, @forgeofthenine (ik you were tagged once but i'm doing it again hehe), @cherryphobe, and anyone who sees this because i want to know you ALL (of course if tagged pls do not feel obligated to do this!!!)
Last song: Those Words You Spoke to Me - Evan Call
Favorite Color: Blue and Silver/Grey
Currently Watching: Started Rewatching Gangsta and I love it so much definitely gonna read the manga
Last Movie/TV Show: Shy, it's super cute and adorable (Kinda wish some of the story was darker) Might read the manga
Spicy/Savory/Sweet: Savory but sweet is good too
Relationship Status: Dating
Current Obsession: Gangsta, tieflings, monster boys, anime, and video games
Last Thing I googled: Andre Braugher, may he rest in peace
tagging some moots: @whatzup-bro @lagia @caffeine-anxiety-and-randomfacts @mysoulspiralbound @goddessofwind8water @thoughtfulsoulmentality @strongheartneteyam @hiddensnow1 @xylianasblog and anyone else who wants to
Last song: “Pov: Nothing Matters Anymore // A Numb Playlist”
Favorite color: Purple
Currently watching: Sweet Home (Who knew I liked kdramas 😱)
Last Movie/ TV show: iZombie
Spicy/Savory/Sweet: Sweet hands down. I don’t think I’ve ever tasted savory before tho. I don’t like spicy unless I’m using that word to describe smut ;3
Relationship Status: Depressingly single with a toddler
Current Obsession: TikTok, James Cameron Avatar series, and Sweet Home on Netflix
Last thing I googled: “How to help if my toddler has RSV” (it’s a long, frustrating story >.<)
Tag some moots: @sulieykte @vipara @strongheartneteyam @blooming-words
A/N : Hi loves !!! 💕 I am so happy to start this new event with all of you ✨ I am publishing this now as I will be away for a day or two and I didn't wanna miss out on the first day ❤A big thanks again to our lovely @neteyamsyawntu for starting this event ! 🥰 I truly am excited for this and I wish you all a some HAPPY HOLIDAYS ! ❄🤲🏻❤
Na'vi -> English translation : Utumauti = Banana Fruit/ Yawne = Beloved/ Oe new lonu = I want release/ Rutxe = Please/ Teylu = Beetle Larva
P.S : Yes I invented a whole new celebration... Cause why not? I found it so pure and sweet to feast something like that. Anyways ! Please don't pay attention to grammar mistakes or wordings. I'll check up all of this later :) Enjoy 💕
Today is a special day for the clan. With the end of the rainy seasons in the rainforest and the approach of the warmer weathers, the nature sees herself gifted with multiple tasting blessings. Harvests get more abundant at this time of the year and the Omatikaya celebrate in this honour, the wealth and the soils richness that Mother Earth brings every day. The grace and elegance of the unique Eywa, pouring a reason to live deep into the earths breath.
The entire village is decorated with bright colours in a variety of forms. To the dense plantings, proudly displaying their tender leaves in the sunlight, to the flowers adorning the entrances of each hut. Or banners slipping from tree to tree decorating the grouping of tents with a jovial ceiling and hanging the air with a sense of rebirth.
Because this is what this season is all about. Water brings life. And life encourages the desire to grow and be a living being. The beauty of a supple element, swirling in each consciousness that breathes. An infinite wish of freshness and so on purity. The way of life to the Na'vi, that always leads to Harmony.
Everyone pitches in, whether helping out in the kitchens with the delicious smells of grilled meats and fondant berries. Or whether it is arranging the festive lawn and lanterns full of glistening glowing teylu worms or even peeling the utumauti fruits that will be used for the grand general tasting.
Every helping hand counts. Because not only of the sense of collectivity, but to emphasize the Na'vi Ideology.
The so called festival of taste and food is a popular event hosted by the Omatikaya's each blooming season. At the end of "winter" to the beginning of the flourishing seasons where the more heated days arrive and when water is needed the most, as the plants grow thicker and stand proudly after a long nap.
This leads to a pleasant nourish in the heart of the clan, feeding the void's home within each person, which when satisfied, contributes to the inner happiness and therefore to that of the people. Food is one of the most sacred ressource. And so these celebration consist in worshipping the seed. "The seed that germs into life to maintain life".
Every sacred soul works with full engagment until nightfall and until the stars shine high in the sky greeting the gas giant, Polyphemus. Iridescent and luminous under the inky celestial dome.
As soon as the cool air begins to make itself felt and the first drops of water hang in the atmosphere, the premiere playful "yip yip" of the Na’vi resound throughout the village. The music vibrates through the tent hauvans made of thick skins, results of many successful hunts, and a marvellous symphony, that of the heart, plays a harmonious melody welcoming every listening sound.
In a corner of the lawn used as a dance floor, the Sully family revels in the joyous air. The party is a real success and Jake Sully, the Olo'eyktan, can be proud of it. The clan showed real team work and it paid off. This event was not a foregone conclusion, as the rains this year were not very abundant. But numerous collective prayers made Eywa's ears perk up and the first drops turned into torrents of water over the Pandoran jungle.
Jake smiles broadly and his eyes turn to his beloved Neytiri, busy watching the dancing crowd with her piercing eyes. He nudges her side affectionately and she moves closer to him to embrace him in a simple but affectionate hug.
“I'm glad our great mother heard our prayers. Our people needed a moment of union.”
Jake hums in approval and rests his head on hers.
Kiri suddenly approaches with a hurried step and stands in front of her two parents. Her gaze straight ahead and tail twitching nervously.
Neytiri lifts her unexistent brows, urging her to speak as her eldest daughter's face calls for itself.
“I've been looking for Neteyam everywhere... Where is he? He was supposed to announce the start of the festivities !”
“Ah well, I guess that won't be necessary anymore.”
Lo'ak's voice suddenly appears behind his sister. When she turns around, he gives her a funny look. His signature smirk, showing the slight glimmer in his beautiful round clear eyes.
Kiri raises her eyebrows, pressing her lips in a thin line. She follows Lo'aks move that with a gesture shows the people milling around the big bonfire. Not a single mind seems to be awaiting anything.
“The party has already started, there's no need to say anything now. And I don't think he was looking forward on doing a speech anyways...” He snickers.
“Yes, but... he could have showed up!”
“Kiri, I think they've got better things to do.” He chuckles and walks over to one of the tree trunks, serving as a table, to help himself with a wooden bowl of fresh cut fruits. He chews these delicacies nonchalantly and snorts at his sister's confused look.
“What...?
What's the matter?! What is there any better to do on such a blessed night like this ?”
“Kiri... seriously?”
She then exclaims in a energic way, showing off her precise and fluttery soul.
“Oh I know?” She says in a funny manner. “They could be planning on being more in touch with eachother to start of. And be on TIME ?!”
Lo'ak nearly chokes on a piece of utumauti.
“Kind of.” He mumbles and spurts out a bubbly sound at Kiri's unvolontary reveal of the real situation going on behind all of this.
She sighs heavily at her brother's exasperated attitude and glances at her cuddled up parents in hope to find some sense of coherence. But they only smile at each other and look into each other's eyes before walking away to join in the tangle of moving limbs.
Lo'ak bursts out in a high pitched laughter, holding his stomach in an exagerated comedic way. But he couldn't help it. Not when Kiri looked so completely lost.
“No Kiri, really? you don't know why they could be late?”
“Well what would I know, honestly...”She throws her arms in the sky, visibly annoyed. “They could be doing anything Lo'ak! Don't look at me like that”
She pouts. A faint smile tingling on her lips.
“You really are clueless...”
“No Skxawng! Admit it. They could be at the river, at the fire pit home sitting or — ” Her expression freezes as her voice slowly dies down and she squares her eyes.
“Ohh...”
“Yeah ohhh ” Lo'ak grins sweetly and takes another bite of fruit.
She laughs before shaking her head off and clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth, suddenly uncomfortable.
“Never mind, good for them.” She crosses her arms.
Lo'ak raises his eyebrows and whispers jokingly.
“Con....sidering how late they are, they must be really into it. Really into it, I mean.” He wiggles his eyebrows playfully.
“Lo'ak!” She taps her shoulder, scolding him as usual and biting her bottom lip, unable to stop the smile spreading on her delicate face.
“What?”
Kiri immits a gag reflex before sighing and breaking the little mass to join Mo'at for some less personal chit-chat and flee the "it's non of your business" talks as Spider breaks out of the blue calling out for Kiri but she is already engulfed by the melodious cheerings and clappings.
“What is it” Spider semi-shouts as the music gets louder.
Lo'ak shrugs his shoulders. “Looking for Neteyam.”
“Oh I know where he is. Going wild at home. Never thought he'd get so high-pitched.” He laughs and mocks nicely.
“Some mighty warrior action indeed... Hey Spider! This is my plate!”
“Well. Go grab it then!” Spider laughs, biting in a fresh yovo fruit and running off in the greeny lit up fields, drowning in the ocean of Joy. Lo'ak on his kneels with a smirk.
And indeed it was steemy and going wild in the tent of our young lovebirds. The sheets rustled, rippling through the delighful moves of excited limbs and low moans were heard around the tent, flying through the nearby bioluminescent forest. The room was plunged into darkness and the faint glow of embers laying in the fire pit lit up the scene, adding a more sensual atmosphere to this... intimate moment.
Neteyam is having his intense way of love with you in the spooning position, grabbing one of your breast with delicacy and passion as he thrusts in your warm and needy hole faster and faster. Ocassionally grinding into your cervix lovingly, making you squirm and whine in his hot embrace.
You've been holding each other like this for several minutes now, but neither of you wanted it to end.
You had originally prepared to join in the festivities, but wearing your beautiful, colourful clothes had only made you long for a taste of eachother immediately than it already was. Impossible to resist.
“ Neteyam~”
“Tell me Yawne...” He teases. His hot breath fanning over your flushed cheek, knowing full well that his name is purely expressed in desire and not as a way to get his attention.
“Oh Neteyam~”
“Yes? Oh– Oh fuck...~”
He can't help but grunt lowly, making his chest rumble, at the way your walls squeeze his cock tighter and tighter as your orgasm approaches inevitably.
And with each wet back and forth, he gradually loses his senses and wraps his slender, muscular arms around you, sinking faster and faster in a symphony of erotic murmurs. He can't help the way his voice rises and how his vocal chords seem to betray him each second more.
You reach back, grabbing one of his plump toned ass cheecks to accompany his steady yet fast rhythm, and turn your head to expose your lips, offering yourself to him, once again. Bodies flush against one another only adds a layer to this overwhelming feeling and Neteyam devours your lips for the umpteenth time before increasing the intensity. Yet again.
“Oh Eywa.... so sweet~” He murmurs under his breath, sliding his hand over your clitoris, leaving your bouncing breasts lost of his warm calloused hand, now wiggling without any hold, exposing your hard perked up nipples.
Neteyam is having fun sliding his finger around your sensitive spot, hard of arousal, and your desperate moans only accentuate his almost animal-like desire. The need to make you moan more and satisfy his male urges, that to dominate, towards a women.
“Oe new lonu...rutxe”
You almost cry and moan desperately, and, like a divine command, his slender fingers stimulate your sweet erected bud intensely on its most sensitive spot.
Neteyam likes to tease you, but he would never dare doing it when you're on the verge of an orgasm. He prefers to use teasing at the beginning, followed by languorous kisses and voluptuous touching.
All it takes is a few comings and goings before you're enjoying the outpour of his love physically. Singing in waves in a testament of mewls and whimpers you succumb to your intense pleasure. As always, the beating of your divine walls don't fail to draw him in, and with a deep moan in the hollow of your smooth reassuring neck, he releases his essence deep inside your womb.
The time seems to stop as both of you enjoy the aftermath of your beautiful act. Covered in sweat, hairs tangled and arousals all over you. But you do not care and exchange tender hums and purrs in a common understanding.
You sigh as he stays snuggled in you, even after releasing every last drop of his precious seed in your sacred cunt.
Because the truth is you both love staying connected like this after a deliciously exhausting love making session. There is something so comforting, feeling his softening member rest deep inside of you sharing both of your lowering heats. As if you wanted to worship and pray, in eachothers arms, the true love resulting in such a vulnerable act. Protecting the essence a little longer down your intimate parts and let it linger in your hearts during the pure silence after it.
Like a wish being thought so strongly before the candle is blown out. Like the heat fading until the desire is gone. A way to thank this unique moment, until any trace vanished.
Neteyam is the first to move behing you. He grabs the cozy self knitted blanket and covers you both in it in a warm calming cocoon. He caresses your hair lovingly, whispering how much he loves you and cares about you. Delecting your ears in sweet vocal treats adms praises. You mumble the same words as much as your spend body allows it and you both fall into a dreamless slumber. Only lulled by the reassuring voices of a loving couple.
Some will say it is a shame to miss such divine festivities. But you both found the divinity in tasting the tenderness of the best of fruits. The fruit that results in the deepest of affections and Love.
Being with child.
The next days both of you found out that you were pregnant and you couldn't be happier.
A/N : Hi loves !!! 💕 I am so happy to start this new event with all of you ✨ I am publishing this now as I will be away for a day or two and I didn't wanna miss out on the first day ❤A big thanks again to our lovely @neteyamsyawntu for starting this event ! 🥰 I truly am excited for this and I wish you all a some HAPPY HOLIDAYS ! ❄🤲🏻❤
Na'vi -> English translation : Utumauti = Banana Fruit/ Yawne = Beloved/ Oe new lonu = I want release/ Rutxe = Please/ Teylu = Beetle Larva
P.S : Yes I invented a whole new celebration... Cause why not? I found it so pure and sweet to feast something like that. Anyways ! Please don't pay attention to any grammar mistakes or weird wordings. I'll check up all of this later :) Enjoy 💕
Today is a special day for the clan. With the end of the rainy seasons in the rainforest and the approach of the warmer weathers, the nature sees herself gifted with multiple tasting blessings. Harvests get more abundant at this time of the year and the Omatikaya celebrate in this honour, the wealth and the soils richness that Mother Earth brings every day. The grace and elegance of the unique Eywa, pouring a reason to live deep into the earths breath.
The entire village is decorated with bright colours in a variety of forms. To the dense plantings, proudly displaying their tender leaves in the sunlight, to the flowers adorning the entrances of each hut. Or banners slipping from tree to tree decorating the grouping of tents with a jovial ceiling and hanging the air with a sense of rebirth.
Because this is what this season is all about. Water brings life. And life encourages the desire to grow and be a living being. The beauty of a supple element, swirling in each consciousness that breathes. An infinite wish of freshness and so on purity. The way of life to the Na'vi, that always leads to Harmony.
Everyone pitches in, whether helping out in the kitchens with the delicious smells of grilled meats and fondant berries. Or whether it is arranging the festive lawn and lanterns full of glistening glowing teylu worms or even peeling the utumauti fruits that will be used for the grand general tasting.
Every helping hand counts. Because not only of the sense of collectivity, but to emphasize the Na'vi Ideology.
This festival of taste and food, blessing the new found harvest of the upcoming first blloming season of the year, is called tsawn syawn ftxozä si (harvest blessing celebration). A very popular and important event hosted by the Omatikaya's each blooming season, happening at the end of "winter" to the beginning of the flourishing seasons where the more heated days arrive and when water is needed the most, as the plants grow thicker and stand proudly after a long nap. A celebration to welcome the the first blooms bringing a hint of sparkle as the next harvest times always start with this. "A seed becomes a plant and becomes a source of life to give life".
This leads to a pleasant nourish in the heart of the clan, feeding the void's home within each person, which when satisfied, contributes to the inner happiness and therefore to that of the people. Food is one of the most sacred ressource. And so these celebration consist in worshipping the seed. "The seed that germs into life to maintain life".
Every sacred soul works with full engagment until nightfall and until the stars shine high in the sky greeting the gas giant, Polyphemus. Iridescent and luminous under the inky celestial dome.
As soon as the cool air begins to make itself felt and the first drops of water hang in the atmosphere, the premiere playful "yip yip" of the Na’vi resound throughout the village. The music vibrates through the tent hauvans made of thick skins, results of many successful hunts, and a marvellous symphony, that of the heart, plays a harmonious melody welcoming every listening sound.
In a corner of the lawn used as a dance floor, the Sully family revels in the joyous air. The party is a real success and Jake Sully, the Olo'eyktan, can be proud of it. The clan showed real team work and it paid off. This event was not a foregone conclusion, as the rains this year were not very abundant. But numerous collective prayers made Eywa's ears perk up and the first drops turned into torrents of water over the Pandoran jungle.
Jake smiles broadly and his eyes turn to his beloved Neytiri, busy watching the dancing crowd with her piercing eyes. He nudges her side affectionately and she moves closer to him to embrace him in a simple but affectionate hug.
“I'm glad our great mother heard our prayers. Our people needed a moment of union.”
Jake hums in approval and rests his head on hers.
Kiri suddenly approaches with a hurried step and stands in front of her two parents. Her gaze straight ahead and tail twitching nervously.
Neytiri lifts her unexistent brows, urging her to speak as her eldest daughter's face calls for itself.
“I've been looking for Neteyam everywhere... Where is he? He was supposed to announce the start of the festivities !”
“Ah well, I guess that won't be necessary anymore.”
Lo'ak's voice suddenly appears behind his sister. When she turns around, he gives her a funny look. His signature smirk, showing the slight glimmer in his beautiful round clear eyes.
Kiri raises her eyebrows, pressing her lips in a thin line. She follows Lo'aks move that with a gesture shows the people milling around the big bonfire. Not a single mind seems to be awaiting anything.
“The party has already started, there's no need to say anything now. And I don't think he was looking forward on doing a speech anyways...” He snickers.
“Yes, but... he could have showed up!”
“Kiri, I think they've got better things to do.” He chuckles and walks over to one of the tree trunks, serving as a table, to help himself with a wooden bowl of fresh cut fruits. He chews these delicacies nonchalantly and snorts at his sister's confused look.
“What...?
What's the matter?! What could be better to do on such a bless of a night?”
“Kiri... seriously?”
She then exclaims in a energic way, showing off her precise and fluttery soul.
“Oh I know?” She says in a funny manner. “They could be planning on being more in touch with eachother to start with. And this way be on TIME ?!”
Lo'ak nearly chokes on a piece of utumauti.
“Kind of.” He mumbles and spurts out a bubbly sound at Kiri's unvolontary reveal of the real situation going on behind all of this.
She sighs heavily at her brother's exasperated attitude and glances at her cuddled up parents in hope to find some sense of coherence. But they only smile at each other and look into each other's eyes before walking away to join in the tangle of moving limbs.
Lo'ak bursts out in a high pitched laughter, holding his stomach in an exagerated comedic way. But he couldn't help it. Not when Kiri looked so completely lost.
“No Kiri, really? you don't know why they could be late?”
“Well what would I know, honestly...”She throws her arms in the sky, visibly annoyed. “They could be doing anything Lo'ak! Don't look at me like that”
She pouts. A faint smile tingling on her lips.
“You really are clueless...”
“No Skxawng! Admit it. They could be at the river, at the fire pit home sitting or — ” Her expression freezes as her voice slowly dies down and she squares her eyes.
“Ohh...”
“Yeah ohhh ” Lo'ak grins sweetly and takes another bite of fruit.
She laughs before shaking her head off and clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth, suddenly uncomfortable.
“Never mind, good for them.” She crosses her arms.
Lo'ak raises his eyebrows and whispers jokingly.
“Con....sidering how late they are, they must be really into it. Really into it, I mean.” He wiggles his eyebrows playfully.
“Lo'ak!” She taps her shoulder, scolding him as usual and biting her bottom lip, unable to stop the smile spreading on her delicate face.
“What?”
Kiri imits a gag reflex before sighing and breaking the little mass to join Mo'at for some less personal chit-chat and flee the "it's non of your business" talks as Spider breaks out of the blue calling out for Kiri but she is already engulfed by the melodious cheerings and clappings.
“What is it” Spider semi-shouts as the music gets louder.
Lo'ak shrugs his shoulders. “Looking for Neteyam.”
“Oh I know where he is. Going wild at home. Never thought he'd get so high-pitched.” He laughs and mocks nicely.
“Some mighty warrior action indeed... Hey Spider! This is my plate!”
“Well. Go grab it then!” Spider laughs, biting in a fresh yovo fruit and running off in the greeny lit up fields, drowning in the ocean of Joy. Lo'ak on his kneels with a smirk.
And indeed it was steamy and going wild in the tent of our young lovebirds. The sheets rustled, rippling through the delighful moves of excited limbs and low moans were heard around the tent, flying through the nearby bioluminescent forest. The room was plunged into darkness and the faint glow of embers laying in the fire pit lit up the scene, adding a more sensual atmosphere to this... intimate moment.
Neteyam is having his intense way of love with you in the spooning position, grabbing one of your breast with delicacy and passion as he thrusts in your warm and needy hole faster and faster. Ocassionally grinding into your cervix lovingly, making you squirm and whine in his hot embrace.
You've been holding each other like this for several minutes now, but neither of you wanted it to end.
You had originally prepared to join in the festivities, but wearing your beautiful, colourful clothes had only made you long for a taste of eachother immediately than it already was. Impossible to resist.
“ Neteyam~”
“Tell me Yawne...” He teases. His hot breath fanning over your flushed burning cheek, knowing full well that his name is purely expressed in desire and not as a way to get his attention.
“Oh Neteyam~”
“Yes? Oh– Oh fuck...~”
He can't help but grunt lowly, making his chest rumble, at the way your walls squeeze his cock tighter and tighter as your orgasm approaches inevitably.
And with each wet back and forth, he gradually loses his senses and wraps his slender, muscular arms around you, sinking faster and faster in a symphony of erotic murmurs. He can't help the way his voice rises and how his vocal chords seem to betray him each second more.
You reach back, grabbing one of his plump toned ass cheecks to accompany his steady yet fast rhythm, and turn your head to expose your lips, offering yourself to him, once again. Bodies flush against one another only adds a layer to this overwhelming feeling and Neteyam devours your lips for the umpteenth time before increasing the intensity. Yet again.
“Oh Eywa.... so sweet~” He murmurs under his breath, sliding his hand over your clitoris, leaving your bouncing breasts lost of his warm calloused hand, now wiggling without any hold, exposing your hard perked up nipples.
Neteyam is having fun sliding his finger around your sensitive spot, hard of arousal, and your desperate moans only accentuate his almost animal-like desire. The need to make you moan more and satisfy his male urges, that to dominate, towards a women.
“Oe new lonu...rutxe”
You almost cry and moan desperately, and, like a divine command, his slender fingers stimulate your sweet erected bud intensely on its most sensitive spot.
Neteyam likes to tease you, but he would never dare doing it when you're on the verge of an orgasm. He prefers to use teasing at the beginning, followed by languorous kisses and voluptuous touching.
All it takes is a few comings and goings before you're enjoying the outpour of his love physically. Singing in waves in a testament of mewls and whimpers you succumb to your intense pleasure. As always, the beating of your divine walls don't fail to draw him in, and with a deep moan in the hollow of your smooth reassuring neck, he releases his essence deep inside your womb.
The time seems to stop as both of you enjoy the aftermath of your beautiful act. Covered in sweat, hairs tangled and arousals all over you. But you do not care and exchange tender hums and purrs in a common understanding.
You sigh as he stays snuggled in you, even after releasing every last drop of his precious seed in your sacred cunt.
Because the truth is you both love staying connected like this after a deliciously exhausting love making session. There is something so comforting, feeling his softening member rest deep inside of you sharing both of your lowering heats. As if you wanted to worship and pray, in eachothers arms, the true love resulting in such a vulnerable act. Protecting the essence a little longer down your intimate parts and let it linger in your hearts during the pure silence after it.
Like a wish being thought so strongly before the candle is blown out. Like the heat fading until the desire is gone. A way to thank this unique moment, until any trace vanished.
Neteyam is the first to move behing you. He grabs the cozy self knitted blanket and covers you both in it in a warm calming cocoon. He caresses your hair lovingly, whispering how much he loves you and cares about you. Delecting your ears in sweet vocal treats adms praises. You mumble the same words as much as your spend body allows it and you both fall into a dreamless slumber. Only lulled by the reassuring voices of a loving couple.
Some will say it is a shame to miss such divine festivities. But you both found the divinity in tasting the tenderness of the best of fruits. The fruit that results in the deepest of affections and Love.
Being with child.
The next days both of you found out that you were pregnant and you couldn't be happier.
Now this was the scene I needed to get obsessed with Spider. The sass ! The sass 😩💕
It's just too funny. I can't stop watching it 😆
And like one of the recoms having the audacity to say get your ass up here, although they're all just falling like pieces of sh*t and struggling 🤓
Plus, we all agree that the visuals here are so cool and that the dynamic is quite engaging here. It almost feels like you're wandering in the forest with them...
A/N : Hi loves !!! 💕 I am so happy to start this new event with all of you ✨ I am publishing this now as I will be away for a day or two and I didn't wanna miss out on the first day ❤A big thanks again to our lovely @neteyamsyawntu for starting this event ! 🥰 I truly am excited for this and I wish you all a some HAPPY HOLIDAYS ! ❄🤲🏻❤
Important Note : From now on, all the following works will contain adult content (18+/ MDNI). So it goes without saying, people under the age of 18 should not read these works. Even those who feel uncomfortable about it, no matter the age! So remember, you are the only one responsible for your own Media Consumption.
Na'vi -> English translation : Utumauti = Banana Fruit/ Yawne = Beloved/ Oe new lonu = I want release/ Rutxe = Please/ Teylu = Beetle Larva
P.S : Yes I invented a whole new celebration... Cause why not? I found it so pure and sweet to feast something like that. Anyways ! Please don't pay attention to any grammar mistakes or weird wordings. I'll check up all of this later :) Enjoy 💕
Today is a special day for the clan. With the end of the rainy seasons in the rainforest and the approach of the warmer weathers, the nature sees herself gifted with multiple tasting blessings. Harvests get more abundant at this time of the year and the Omatikaya celebrate in this honour, the wealth and the soils richness that Mother Earth brings every day. The grace and elegance of the unique Eywa, pouring a reason to live deep into the earths breath.
The entire village is decorated with bright colours in a variety of forms. To the dense plantings, proudly displaying their tender leaves in the sunlight, to the flowers adorning the entrances of each hut. Or banners slipping from tree to tree decorating the grouping of tents with a jovial ceiling and hanging the air with a sense of rebirth.
Because this is what this season is all about. Water brings life. And life encourages the desire to grow and be a living being. The beauty of a supple element, swirling in each consciousness that breathes. An infinite wish of freshness and so on purity. The way of life to the Na'vi, that always leads to Harmony.
Everyone pitches in, whether helping out in the kitchens with the delicious smells of grilled meats and fondant berries. Or whether it is arranging the festive lawn and lanterns full of glistening glowing teylu worms or even peeling the utumauti fruits that will be used for the grand general tasting.
Every helping hand counts. Because not only of the sense of collectivity, but to emphasize the Na'vi Ideology.
This festival of taste and food, blessing the new found harvest of the upcoming first blloming season of the year, is called tsawn syawn ftxozä si (harvest blessing celebration). A very popular and important event hosted by the Omatikaya's each blooming season, happening at the end of "winter" to the beginning of the flourishing seasons where the more heated days arrive and when water is needed the most, as the plants grow thicker and stand proudly after a long nap. A celebration to welcome the the first blooms bringing a hint of sparkle as the next harvest times always start with this. "A seed becomes a plant and becomes a source of life to give life".
This leads to a pleasant nourish in the heart of the clan, feeding the void's home within each person, which when satisfied, contributes to the inner happiness and therefore to that of the people. Food is one of the most sacred ressource. And so these celebration consist in worshipping the seed. "The seed that germs into life to maintain life".
Every sacred soul works with full engagment until nightfall and until the stars shine high in the sky greeting the gas giant, Polyphemus. Iridescent and luminous under the inky celestial dome.
As soon as the cool air begins to make itself felt and the first drops of water hang in the atmosphere, the premiere playful "yip yip" of the Na’vi resound throughout the village. The music vibrates through the tent hauvans made of thick skins, results of many successful hunts, and a marvellous symphony, that of the heart, plays a harmonious melody welcoming every listening sound.
In a corner of the lawn used as a dance floor, the Sully family revels in the joyous air. The party is a real success and Jake Sully, the Olo'eyktan, can be proud of it. The clan showed real team work and it paid off. This event was not a foregone conclusion, as the rains this year were not very abundant. But numerous collective prayers made Eywa's ears perk up and the first drops turned into torrents of water over the Pandoran jungle.
Jake smiles broadly and his eyes turn to his beloved Neytiri, busy watching the dancing crowd with her piercing eyes. He nudges her side affectionately and she moves closer to him to embrace him in a simple but affectionate hug.
“I'm glad our great mother heard our prayers. Our people needed a moment of union.”
Jake hums in approval and rests his head on hers.
Kiri suddenly approaches with a hurried step and stands in front of her two parents. Her gaze straight ahead and tail twitching nervously.
Neytiri lifts her unexistent brows, urging her to speak as her eldest daughter's face calls for itself.
“I've been looking for Neteyam everywhere... Where is he? He was supposed to announce the start of the festivities !”
“Ah well, I guess that won't be necessary anymore.”
Lo'ak's voice suddenly appears behind his sister. When she turns around, he gives her a funny look. His signature smirk, showing the slight glimmer in his beautiful round clear eyes.
Kiri raises her eyebrows, pressing her lips in a thin line. She follows Lo'aks move that with a gesture shows the people milling around the big bonfire. Not a single mind seems to be awaiting anything.
“The party has already started, there's no need to say anything now. And I don't think he was looking forward on doing a speech anyways...” He snickers.
“Yes, but... he could have showed up!”
“Kiri, I think they've got better things to do.” He chuckles and walks over to one of the tree trunks, serving as a table, to help himself with a wooden bowl of fresh cut fruits. He chews these delicacies nonchalantly and snorts at his sister's confused look.
“What...?
What's the matter?! What could be better to do on such a bless of a night?”
“Kiri... seriously?”
She then exclaims in a energic way, showing off her precise and fluttery soul.
“Oh I know?” She says in a funny manner. “They could be planning on being more in touch with eachother to start with. And this way be on TIME ?!”
Lo'ak nearly chokes on a piece of utumauti.
“Kind of.” He mumbles and spurts out a bubbly sound at Kiri's unvolontary reveal of the real situation going on behind all of this.
She sighs heavily at her brother's exasperated attitude and glances at her cuddled up parents in hope to find some sense of coherence. But they only smile at each other and look into each other's eyes before walking away to join in the tangle of moving limbs.
Lo'ak bursts out in a high pitched laughter, holding his stomach in an exagerated comedic way. But he couldn't help it. Not when Kiri looked so completely lost.
“No Kiri, really? you don't know why they could be late?”
“Well what would I know, honestly...”She throws her arms in the sky, visibly annoyed. “They could be doing anything Lo'ak! Don't look at me like that”
She pouts. A faint smile tingling on her lips.
“You really are clueless...”
“No Skxawng! Admit it. They could be at the river, at the fire pit home sitting or — ” Her expression freezes as her voice slowly dies down and she squares her eyes.
“Ohh...”
“Yeah ohhh ” Lo'ak grins sweetly and takes another bite of fruit.
She laughs before shaking her head off and clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth, suddenly uncomfortable.
“Never mind, good for them.” She crosses her arms.
Lo'ak raises his eyebrows and whispers jokingly.
“Con....sidering how late they are, they must be really into it. Really into it, I mean.” He wiggles his eyebrows playfully.
“Lo'ak!” She taps her shoulder, scolding him as usual and biting her bottom lip, unable to stop the smile spreading on her delicate face.
“What?”
Kiri imits a gag reflex before sighing and breaking the little mass to join Mo'at for some less personal chit-chat and flee the "it's non of your business" talks as Spider breaks out of the blue calling out for Kiri but she is already engulfed by the melodious cheerings and clappings.
“What is it” Spider semi-shouts as the music gets louder.
Lo'ak shrugs his shoulders. “Looking for Neteyam.”
“Oh I know where he is. Going wild at home. Never thought he'd get so high-pitched.” He laughs and mocks nicely.
“Some mighty warrior action indeed... Hey Spider! This is my plate!”
“Well. Go grab it then!” Spider laughs, biting in a fresh yovo fruit and running off in the greeny lit up fields, drowning in the ocean of Joy. Lo'ak on his kneels with a smirk.
And indeed it was steamy and going wild in the tent of our young lovebirds. The sheets rustled, rippling through the delighful moves of excited limbs and low moans were heard around the tent, flying through the nearby bioluminescent forest. The room was plunged into darkness and the faint glow of embers laying in the fire pit lit up the scene, adding a more sensual atmosphere to this... intimate moment.
Neteyam is having his intense way of love with you in the spooning position, grabbing one of your breast with delicacy and passion as he thrusts in your warm and needy hole faster and faster. Ocassionally grinding into your cervix lovingly, making you squirm and whine in his hot embrace.
You've been holding each other like this for several minutes now, but neither of you wanted it to end.
You had originally prepared to join in the festivities, but wearing your beautiful, colourful clothes had only made you long for a taste of eachother immediately than it already was. Impossible to resist.
“ Neteyam~”
“Tell me Yawne...” He teases. His hot breath fanning over your flushed burning cheek, knowing full well that his name is purely expressed in desire and not as a way to get his attention.
“Oh Neteyam~”
“Yes? Oh– Oh fuck...~”
He can't help but grunt lowly, making his chest rumble, at the way your walls squeeze his cock tighter and tighter as your orgasm approaches inevitably.
And with each wet back and forth, he gradually loses his senses and wraps his slender, muscular arms around you, sinking faster and faster in a symphony of erotic murmurs. He can't help the way his voice rises and how his vocal chords seem to betray him each second more.
You reach back, grabbing one of his plump toned ass cheecks to accompany his steady yet fast rhythm, and turn your head to expose your lips, offering yourself to him, once again. Bodies flush against one another only adds a layer to this overwhelming feeling and Neteyam devours your lips for the umpteenth time before increasing the intensity. Yet again.
“Oh Eywa.... so sweet~” He murmurs under his breath, sliding his hand over your clitoris, leaving your bouncing breasts lost of his warm calloused hand, now wiggling without any hold, exposing your hard perked up nipples.
Neteyam is having fun sliding his finger around your sensitive spot, hard of arousal, and your desperate moans only accentuate his almost animal-like desire. The need to make you moan more and satisfy his male urges, that to dominate, towards a women.
“Oe new lonu...rutxe”
You almost cry and moan desperately, and, like a divine command, his slender fingers stimulate your sweet erected bud intensely on its most sensitive spot.
Neteyam likes to tease you, but he would never dare doing it when you're on the verge of an orgasm. He prefers to use teasing at the beginning, followed by languorous kisses and voluptuous touching.
All it takes is a few comings and goings before you're enjoying the outpour of his love physically. Singing in waves in a testament of mewls and whimpers you succumb to your intense pleasure. As always, the beating of your divine walls don't fail to draw him in, and with a deep moan in the hollow of your smooth reassuring neck, he releases his essence deep inside your womb.
The time seems to stop as both of you enjoy the aftermath of your beautiful act. Covered in sweat, hairs tangled and arousals all over you. But you do not care and exchange tender hums and purrs in a common understanding.
You sigh as he stays snuggled in you, even after releasing every last drop of his precious seed in your sacred cunt.
Because the truth is you both love staying connected like this after a deliciously exhausting love making session. There is something so comforting, feeling his softening member rest deep inside of you sharing both of your lowering heats. As if you wanted to worship and pray, in eachothers arms, the true love resulting in such a vulnerable act. Protecting the essence a little longer down your intimate parts and let it linger in your hearts during the pure silence after it.
Like a wish being thought so strongly before the candle is blown out. Like the heat fading until the desire is gone. A way to thank this unique moment, until any trace vanished.
Neteyam is the first to move behing you. He grabs the cozy self knitted blanket and covers you both in it in a warm calming cocoon. He caresses your hair lovingly, whispering how much he loves you and cares about you. Delecting your ears in sweet vocal treats adms praises. You mumble the same words as much as your spend body allows it and you both fall into a dreamless slumber. Only lulled by the reassuring voices of a loving couple.
Some will say it is a shame to miss such divine festivities. But you both found the divinity in tasting the tenderness of the best of fruits. The fruit that results in the deepest of affections and Love.
Being with child.
The next days both of you found out that you were pregnant and you couldn't be happier.
Summary : Freshly mated, you relish in trying something new with your mate as an unexpected interruption drives both of your raging hormones even higher.
Warnings : Explicit/ Suggestive Content. Newbies being cute and horny, VERY, Lovebirds in love, Tsaheylu forming, Sweet praises, Humor...
Na'vi -> English Translation : Kuru = Neural queue/ Tsaheylu = Bond (Neural Connection)/ Seze = Blue Flower/ Tewng = Loincloth/ Yawne = Beloved/ Tìyawn = Love
A/N : Hi ! I am publishing this so early on as I am already up for work "cries internally"... But ! It's fine :) I hope you'll enjoy this day 3 of this 2023 kinktober, because I surely like how this own ended up ♡ Lots of Love 💕
Word count : 1'500k + (So yeah... Not a drabble anymore duh)
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You chew your on your boftom lip with excitement as you watch Neteyam from a short distance, your eyes bulging with need. So much that you start tasting the iron in your mouth
You've been staring at him for twenty minutes now, unable to think of anything else. It's as if your attention was resetting your entire psychic programming, to transform in a being wholly devoted to this man. This same Na'vi who has become your ray of sunshine. Your reason to live since you were able to connect your kuru with him.
You remember this evening very well, since it didn't happen long ago. It was a fervent night of languid kisses and tireless touching. Where body and soul were finally united. Ready to love unconditionally life long.
From now on, your spirit had been having a constant desire to touch him, to feel him close, to... lick him. Or just to look at him.
All. Day. Long.
Because yes. Forming Tsaheylu with another person is one thing. It's intense and deeply intimate. But in your case it's something else. Entirely, for some reason. Maybe because you were both very sensitive and just the fact to hold hands was a lot of feelings for your young couple.
The truth is you were just two very inexperienced Na'vi that didn't have time to savore in the youths experiences and funs. So you were basically catching everything up now. And the unknown adds a layer in the sensible chart.
You were training to be the next Tsahik. Tsakarem in practice and Neteyam. Well Neteyam was and still is, like you, working on getting the next clan reader. The Olo'eyktan. So it goes without saying. Your younger years were quite a mess and full on unsatisfied nights.
Your hormones have increased so exponentially that it's impossible not to make love at least twice a day with your mate. Finally allowing your bodies to enjoy pouncing in that kind of Joy.
Morning and night.
And what if you didn't have time ? Oh you surely would find other ways to satisfy your desires....
"Neteyam !" You yelp out, in a blissfull shriek. "Uhh slow down..."
You try to lecture him, but the way he was pounding into you and as he keeps brushing your most sensitive spot deep inside your core, again and again, the words dissolve into thin particles up to the ambient air.
"Oh YES..."
You were both in the shade of a majestic tree hidden amongst the thicket. It was the middle of the day when, like it has been the case for the past four lunar cycles, you jumped at eachother and went on seeking a sufficiently sheltered spot from curious onlookers, to start your imminent hookup.
You smile as you remember that rather hot moment, filled with anticipation at the sense to finish it rather fastly. It was over in a flash and you headed up to the Tsahik's tent as if nothing had happened, keeping up with your concoctions pretending you needed to pee, while Netayam hurried off to join his ranks and give the next orders, off for the same reason.
You were so beyond ready to have him now... Still, at this hour Neteyam was talking with his dad. Or should it be said : His dad was talking to him. Neteyam's presence was obvioulsy not here as his eyes hung far in the horizon, completely dazed and zoned out.
Jake better have a quick chat with his son.
You're sitting on the grass, back against the bark of a tree. Its roughness distracting the burning in between your thighs. You press your lips into a thin line, breathing in a short pace, as you try to get amazed by the beauty of a seze.
Sure she is beautiful... Blue and raised... Like– Like your mate ! Oh gosh you need him NOW !
Originally, you were ready to run out into the village plains and join your hut for a quick "check up and pause".
But Jake, of course, came out of nowhere to speak to Neteyam about something important. He should have wondered if you had better things to do, with the way you held hands, how your tails stood high and by the way you laughed as you ran together. But of course no. He didn't. Responsibilities call... Emergencies call... Always. Always always... ALWAYS ! You scream internally.
But then... again... What's the real emergency ? Jake pleaseeee.... Ughh
You know the answer very well, from the way you cross your legs, to squeeze your mound urging it to stay patient. You feel the soft grass under your legs skin and the way the breeze flyes through your hair and onto your face, reminds you of how hot and raw your cheeks are. It's a real torture and you start to think of different ways to make him pay for it. Poor Neteyam.
You giggle lowly at the way he holds himself together in front of his father. You feel his desperation in the way his loincloth faintly rises. You follow the lines of his face to see his jaw clenched in the effort to keep his penis inside its protective sheath. You wiggle slightly as you contemplate his beautiful neatly braided braids that fall over his fine curved yet "viril" face. At those shoulders... Stiff by years of training and the shape of his hips....
You almost drool at the way his stomach muscles contract and how they would feel under your fingertips...
Because yes, from this angle, you're looking at him from "three-quarters" of the way up, and what can I say, the pose is perfect. Between the bounce of his muscular butt, guilty pleasure that hides behind them, the flutter of his tail, the dunes of his abs and the tip of his veiled dick poking gently at his tewng..
Oh great mother... Let his father finish sharing this... emergency with him !
You're about to lower your eyes for a moment, breaking away from this visual torture, but Neteyam turns his golden ones to meet yours. You swallow hard. God... All you want is to see his eyes widen, glow and suddenly close as he orgasms inside you... To feel his cock pulsate against your walls...
"Exactly. So I want you to check that area to make sure we didn– Neteyam. Are you even listening ?" Jake's masculine voice takes you out of your shared lustful trance, lost in each other's orbs.
Neteyam snaps his head back at him, a rigid expression on his face as a drop of sweat falls down his forehead and onto the soft green field.
"Yes father... ! I mean S-sir" Neteyam stutters. He takes a deep breath, not without a jerk, and puckered up his cheek as he bites into one of them harshly, frustrated at letting his unruly show through his eagerness.
He was so impatient and his mind was so sped up that it kept playing images of him pouding into you, that even the authoritative energy of his dad wasn't enough to calm and bring him back down from his high.
Jake blinked before looking his son up and down. Stopping a second at his middle. He widened his eyes almost imperceptibly before closing them, sighing deeply and pinching the bridge of his nose.
"I see"
Neteyam flinches inwardly when he realises that he hasn't been able to keep his member in place this time and fumes at his own weak mental resistance, on this subject. No need to check, he already knows that his shaft has stretched out, turning his loincloth into a true groin tepee...
All the while you have been watching the scene with embarrassment and you couldn't help the sudden uncontrollable laugh. Your hands on your eyes, as if it would hide you completely, you chuckle loudly as Neteyam's face was the definition of "I want to fucking leave..." and as you, yourself would love to vanish from your current position.
Jake looks at you. Frowning at your unexpected outburst. And it hits him. He finally understands. With your nerves on edge, sitting on the ground a few metres away, and Neteyam's flushed cheeks and obvious boner, his brain has finally got the descence to solve the mystery of why his normally blameless son seemed to be on the moon of planet Earth, on the other side of the universe. A few years away
Neteyam gasped as his father suddenly spoke out of the blue, ready to hear a typical scold. Neteyam scrunches his features up, waiting for his dads regular glare and words, but nothing. No. Instead Jake does something pretty different. Weird... He says this, in a soothing and parental tone.
"I give you one hour, no more... And then you come back to me immediately. You read me ?"
Neteyam raises his eyebrows, trying not to squirm in discomfort. What did he say ?
In fact, for the first time in his life, his father had just dismissed him before the subject was closed. But Jake knows there's nothing you can do about a newbonded couple. If a young peer needs to fuck, they need to fuck. He remembers his younger days here on Pandora with Neytiri and knows what it's like. Trying to control his raging penis that had only one desire, that to be satisfied, was no use.
It was like a second puberty, but for an adult. The power of Tsaheylu. It's both a gift from the universe and a curse, during these times. But it's hard to control your wants when you've seen everything into your other half. Everything
With a teasing smile and a wink, he wanders off into the village before disappearing behind one of the surrounding tents. For a moment, you both freeze. Shocked by the turn of the events that have taken you by surprise. As soon as the information was registered, as soon as the desire rushed back. Huge wave consuming you both.
You look at each other for a moment and within seconds you are in your own tent, figures colliding violently and bodies flush against eachother. The cloth that serves as a door-flap like has been hastily tied into an awkward knot.
You begin to kiss furiously, your tongues twisting and mingling, your teeth chattering and clashing passionately.
"I thought it would never end". you gasp in a pant inbetween fiery kisses.
"Me neither... I can't believe he saw my bo-" He breathes heavily and tries to lower your loincloth hurriedly with difficulty.
You do the same, but the task seemed easier as you're already holding his hard and straight flesh in your slender fingers.
"I know, I've seen it all. Too funny..." You mock sweetly at him, sneering respectfully against his swollen lips. He rolls his eyes and opens his mouth to reply, but a warm palm embraces his dick. You smile at his reaction, satisfied by the look on his face. You half-open your mouth to mirror his reaction in a gentle tease.
"Ohhhh yes... It's good, isn't it ?" You hum followed by a short chuckle.
He moans loudly as you finally give attention to his painful erection. Caught by a sudden impatience, you travel in a tangle of limbs, legs and arms, to the bed and collapse on the comforting soft blankets. Smooching sounds echoing through the room.
You push his chest hard enough to make him fall down on the covers, but not enough to make him stressed, more than rather excited... You'd say. By the way his orbs widen immediately and the way he looks at you with interest. A question mark painted on his face. You swiftly mount one of his thighs after removing your loincloth, not without giving him a sexy look full of promises.
"W-what are you doing ?"
You throw your head back with a sigh and let your long, wavy hair fall away from your face. Oh, how you love to see him like that. Neteyam isn't the submissive type in bed. He's more the gentle dominant type, but you want to take advantage of his vulnerability, result of the situation, to live out one of your fantasies.
Ever since you saw his thighs. Since you allowed yourself to watch them more often, after you formed the bond, it wasn't long until you dreamt about riding them. But some other... uhm sexual "péripéties" stopped you from doing it right away.
When you had time admiring them before hand when... Well Jake ! "Talked to his son", you couldn't help lingering a bit longer on one of this physical part of him. Muscular and broad from this new angle, in the sun's rays and at the end of the day, his hips led to a beautiful pair of blue skinned thighs. They were so juicy.... that you just wanted to bite on them... Even more than just glide your pussy on it. And when they were surrounded by that orange halo, your vulva couldn't help but pulse with the desire to ride one of them, yet again. An obsessive thought.
"Doing what I've been craving for too long now.... Mmhh" You force a pretty thick audible moan at the hard, warm feeling of his silky leg.
You test the waters by looking at your husband, but he doesn't seem the least bit bothered by your actions. On the contrary, he looks at you longingly and his penis, still coiled by your hand, doesn't seem to be lacking. It's wriggling and twitching. And the flow of pre-cum shows his satisfaction. You coo at his face, etched with that expression of raw admiration as he looks at you with a worshipping wonder.
"I love what you're doing .... Oh yawne. So pretty on top of me..." He groans softly, cupping your breasts and you take the opportunity to gently speed up your movements.
The skin underneath your vulva begins to moisten more, even though you were already wet enough before, and this allows you to slide back and forth with pleasure and awareness, helping you to reach your coveted orgasm faster and faster. Neteyam then begins to growl in a series of sounds, each different from the last. And the vibration you feel down there sends shivers through your body. He can't help but sit up to wrap his arms around you and suck your sweet spot at the back of your neck.
"Oooh....... MmmhH ! " Your continues moans increase in tone and you let a mewl slip out as you feel his mouth on your most sensitive nape area. You hadn't noticed your loves nearer presence, so engulfed by the delightful rubbing of your cunt, were he purposely now flexed the muscle of his quadriceps. This sensation was just too wonderful...
Who knew that making love to your partner's thigh could be so... pleasurable. It's no wonder, because sitting like this, you can feel every inch of your intimacy, and watching your darling, if you can get yourself to do it, makes the experience just as sexually endearing. Underneath you like this... Not anymore yes... But how it turned you on at the start of all of that.
Neteyam lifts his head to press his forehead against yours and tugs gently on your neural queue, silently asking to connect your souls. You nod, not without interrupting your mission, and he continues, with a hitched breath of added anticipation and proceeding to form the bond.
"Hmmmmhaaa Oh Neteyam..."
"Yawne... Wow.. yes that's very mmmh nice feeling..." He moans without shame as he manages now to feel your deep arousing state through your kurus. Through the link you revel in feeling his body bubble with pleasure as well and it is mind blowing. Every single time.
You moan and groan in unison for several minutes, as you never stop providing the physical joy for both of you. You roll and roll your hips, never ceasing until that familiar sensation finally approaches. Neteyam presses your sweaty foreheads more intentionally and you pant into each other's open mouths.
"Oh yes... Cum for me... Let me feel it too tìyawn." He breathes deeply, his mouth hung open as he holds the back of your head. Enjoying the way your bodies bounce on the sheets.
These words are enough to send you over the edge and you orgasm, face pressed in the hollow of his neck with a long, explicit sigh, releasing your essence onto his body with your delicious hip swirls.
"My love... my love... my love.." You ramble, loosing yourself in the lateral emptiness of the orgasmic shock, embracing Neteyam's face with your trembling arms.
Neteyam, for his part, joins in the symphony of vocal pleasure, letting out his usual grunts and high dry growls, pulling your soft locks with enthusiasm. Your climax has unexpectedly generated his own too, and ropes of his release jump from his penis to your belly in a satisfying freshness. A mess engulfing you two in a pool of excitement... Sticky and liquid, with your distinctive scents.
You stay in each other's arms for a while, enjoying the aftermath through your neural braids. After a while, Neteyam whispers in your ear and caresses your back gently, to help you calm your down, as you were the obvious more active one.
"We will definitely do this again..." And you feel the grin in his deep voice, making your tired heart flutter happily.
You two are indeed in a good position to know that with your crazy hormones and pheromones being released at will and at want, a little variety in your many sexual urges is welcome. It's all about not getting bored. Of course not... But it's not like you are bored, in the end... Not at all.
You laugh together and you move aside to caress his cheeks affectionately. You fall in love again with this handsome man that you love so much, watching his hooded eyes, as you mirror his own exhaustion.
"We still have time... the hour is far from being over. So..." You run your hand on his scalp smoothly and tilt your head on your side, awaiting his response. Even though you know far to well the answer.
Neteyam gives you the smirk that means everything. And here you go again for a second round. An even more heated one.
