Jake\Neytiri\Quaritch threesome comix (NSFW)
The rest of art is on my twitter:
1 - https://twitter.com/HiKu_2018/status/1621800950791901185?s=20
2 - https://twitter.com/HiKu_2018/status/1621801183764512769?s=20
3 - https://twitter.com/HiKu_2018/status/1621801233777397765?s=20
Neytiri witnesses the tender glances of the two men more often than the two ex-Marines realize. But unlike the women of their former species, she is calm.
Neytiri witnesses the tender glances of the two men more often than the two ex-Marines realize. But unlike the women of their former species, she is calm.
She caught Jake's liking for this new demon look by the ponytail one evening. She caught even without a connection, just noticing his gaze turned towards Miles, grimacing with the children. Jake then fussed, looked away, realized that he had been revealed, causing Neytiri to only smile with an affectionate "still stupid as a child. Feelings cannot be hidden." A slightly hissing accent makes Jake twitch his ears, turn around in surprise at her. And she, in turn, gently run her fingers along his cheek. Neytiri knows that she is loved. And how exactly she is loved. The connection bestowed by the goddess, which opens Na'vi souls to each other, was the reason why love among them was always only sincere, no one could deceive anyone, because the feelings of the soul cannot be hidden behind a mask. Where souls go during interlacing, there are simply no masks.
"You can love him too. If you have enough room in your heart to hold us all." Not empty words, condition. In terms of meaning, they go deep, saying that Sally can be with the one to whom he is drawn, if he promises to keep ALL the love that he now feels for every member of the family. And Jake nods, a little bewildered, rolling the promise in his head, seriously wondering if he can keep it.
And he decided that he could. Neytiri hears sounds that are clearly telling what is happening now, standing around the corner of the wicker wall of their new home. Having already taken a step to leave, leaving her man to enjoy the company of another man, she suddenly wags her tail in annoyance.
Jake belongs to her as well, she has as much right to own him as the demon her husband's soul longs for. The proud nature pulls back, forcing her to return to the wicker hut, openly approach the tangle of bodies.
Jake meets her with joy in his eyes, even being now connected with another, in the huge pupils one can read the tenderness addressed specifically to her. He gently touches her legs, hips, side, while Neytiri smoothly descends to them, inviting, attracting, sincerely rejoicing at her appearance.
The demon looks cautiously, as if caught in something bad, and Neytiri, playing like a child, even drills him with an evil look. Just a few seconds until Jake catches the mood and kisses her softly on the shoulder, wordlessly asking her to stop. Miles, on the other hand, feels that everything is fine, that the two somehow agreed.
Moving away, when Neytiri is completely immersed in their tangle, in a businesslike way, settling between the two bodies and carefully taking the plexus from the braids. There is a quiet moment when they both look at Miles, waiting for an answer. Is he ready to let another creature into his soul. Along with this silent expectation, Jake's feelings pass through him in waves, he, as if drunk, rubbing his cheek against the shoulder of his woman, whispering in her native language how glad to see her, so much tenderness in these actions, so much trust, Miles feels the sensation of someone else's skin under his fingers when Jake strokes Neytiri's thighs. And nods. Not as confident as I would like to look.
Delicate neural tentacles weave into a pair of others as Neytiri sighs loudly, on the verge of a moan, gasping for air. The only one who was not ashamed of her emotions and pleasure. All three are enveloped in warmth - the feeling of Neytiri, located between two hot bodies. Jake kisses her back, whispers something completely incoherent, Miles did not think that Sally was so yap in bed, there was no way to find out about it underwater at that time. Neytiri feels like a ball of flame. Bright, pure emotions, natural, not perverted, they contain both an honest open wariness towards Miles, and sincere trust in Jake and his choice, a willingness to trust.
Neytiri herself, in addition to the hot adoration from Jake, feels a quiet tenderness from Quaritch. Roughly dives into his thoughts, not finding aggression, evil intentions in them, and in response to this, she only blossoms brighter, distrust disappears from the emotional background, only the readiness to accept him that brings him to tears with her suddenness remains. He felt something similar from Jake, a sense of support, a genuine desire to make Miles happy, to make his life here something other than the feeling of living year after year in prison.
He feels fingers running down his cheek, not Jake's human hand, Neytiri's fingers, wiping away his tears.
He presses closer, looming over Neytiri, behind whom Jake purrs, kissing her neck and shoulders. Huge yellow eyes, even larger than Sally's, are watching him closely. A gentle touch with thin fingers on someone else's face, not a drop of disgust in response, the same, still small, but bright fireworks inside. And Miles breaks out, short kisses running parallel to Jake's lips, from neck to shoulders, collarbones to chest. The body between them, beautiful, supple, melting between two pairs of hands and lips, a skin that brightly and stubbornly retains the smell of the native forest, a bitter smell like Earth fern, the fragrance of fruits from which war paint was made.
The touches go lower, Quaritch thinks that Neytiri's waist in his hands seems wrongly fragile, thin, leaves a wet kiss on the lower abdomen, moving back until he dares to go for something more. Jake's hands intertwine on her belly, swimming lower as his lips catch her jawline, exhaling warmth into her neck. The feeling of fingers on the inside of his thighs shoots everyone, Neytiri exhales loudly into Miles' neck, digging his fingers into his shoulders, while Quartitch himself, squinting tightly, sniffs into the top of her head, he wants to howl at the playful touch that goes around without penetrating and a silent request is heard over the link.
They miss the moment when the two of them penetrate her inside with their fingers, but they definitely hear a loud groan of contentment on the verge of a growl. The woman's legs intertwine with the man's for support, the huntress arching her lower back, leaning back against Jake's shoulder as he catches Miles in a kiss over her shoulder, breaking contact for a brief moment, only to take a short breath and press back. Some of them bite, not to the point of blood, playing, trying to reach each other. It's hot and humid inside, any movement of the fingers echoes like lightning down the spine. They bring each other to orgasm in this way, using Neytiri as a catalyst for sensations, so when the hunter clings to the men's shoulders with a loud wheezing, they all feel the same way.
Now they look like a huge ball of blue limbs, exhausted and happy. Jake gently runs his fingers through Neytiri's thin pigtails, the same one, closing her eyes, seems to be dozing. Arranging the top of his head on Miles' chest. The feeling that a dangerous predator dozed on his chest, which for some reason decided to rest here, and not tear out Quaritch's chest with his heart. Sally catches that wary look in his woman's direction and grins, whispering "she's not that creepy, is she?"
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Idea from me, text from Orion Gaetan, art from me
The story is dedicated to my AU, where Quaritch in the 3rd part of Avatar plays for Navi (and did not kill Neteyam)
Story: https://www.tumblr.com/hikarikumi/706843265306083328/fan-continuation-of-the-avatar-2-ending-part-12?source=share
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