This page is mainly for Jake Sully x listener audios. I may make audios for other characters in the future.
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Jake Sully X Listener Audio
1. Jake Sully X Listener Audio 1
POV: You and Jake stop to rest somewhere in the forest after a long flight on your Ikran's and he wants to make sure you get some rest and feel safe.
2. Jake Sully X Listener Audio 2
POV: Jake has been away on patrol and hasn't seen you in days, he returns and tells you how much he missed you, kisses you and gives you all the loving
3. Jake Sully X Listener Audio 3 (NSFW)
POV: You and Jake had a small argument, but you forgive him a little too easily because you were already horny, so he offers to make up for it.
4. Jake Sully X Listener Audio 4
POV: Jake notices that something is off with you, but he knows you've been having a hard time with your mental health recently, so he offers to comfort you.
5. Jake Sully X Listener Audio 5 (NSFW)
POV: Jake walks in on you pleasuring yourself, he decides to help you out.
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Probably for the best that he’s behind that glass, for everyone’s sake…
For anyone who has read my obsessed series, you’ll know exactly what I’m thinking here LOL
One of his—if not the—most iconic look thus far, wouldn’t you agree? 😉 How is it that more clothing can make him look hotter? This needs to be studied. 🧐
I cannot wait to find out what A4 Jake looks they have in store for usssss, GIVE US MORE JAKE 😩
I know it ain’t perfecf, but for someone who only occasionally draws I feel pretty damn proud of myself! (last time was in February!) Perhaps the inspiration to write evades me, but the inspiration to draw is there and I’m taking advantage of it!
P.S. I was originally gonna draw him with his green tank underneath, but decided I’d rather see him shirtless instead… ;)
Word count | 4k
Content | 18+, explicit smut, daddy kink, masturbation, p in v
Summary | "You always play so damn innocent when you know full well what you're doing." Alone under the Pandoran night, Jake can't stop his mind from going straight to the gutter—revisiting every agonizing, breathless second of breaking your restraint and taking what's his. (Jake's POV)
God, you're always such a sweet little thing.
Always a pretty doll with a beaming smile on those soft lips, making his head turn the second he ducks his massive frame to clear the lab door.
The type of girl that should come with a red flag taped to her forehead—a total hazard to his fucking sanity.
You always play so damn innocent when you know full well what you're doing, fluttering those long eyelashes up at him—giggling like a giddy schoolgirl while you tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear, showing off whatever latest test result you'd dragged up on the monitors. Acting like you're completely ignorant to the way his heavy, dilated eyes lock onto your mouth and not the glowing screen you're pointing at like a feeble excuse just to keep nine feet of Na'vi standing in your small personal space.
Well, shit. It works. Every single time.
Ever since you joined up, assisting Norm and Max with whatever science shit they're runnin', his visits have gotten too damn frequent. Unnecessary as hell. Always pullin’ out some bullshit excuse to stop by the lab: supply runs to sign off, tech to check in on, coordinates to oversee.
'Cause here's the thing—
Jake can't keep his big ass from crawling into your cramped little bunk long after hours. Pinning you to the mattress, fucking you deep and slow when he has no business being there. When he should be home, climbing into his own hammock with his wife.
Christ, the guilt weighs on him like a sack of lead.
He's supposed to be the guy who leads around here. The guy who keeps order—the one everyone looks up to.
But command fails him completely. He can't stop himself when it comes to you. Not after a long, grueling day when all he needs is to blow off steam—to feel the tightest pussy he's ever known swallow his cock up like a warm, comforting hug.
Fuck.
What it does to him.
Seeing you underneath him like that.
Trapped between the thick pillars of his arms, so small and completely at his mercy. Putting all your damn faith in him not to crush your fragile human frame into the metal springs beneath you as he works his way inside your snug, slick cunt, inch by agonizing inch.
The kind of power you give him has him wrapped around your little finger like a hawser line, leaving him constantly wondering when he can get away with slippin’ back into your bunk to feel you squeeze him again. To get high inside you just once more.
You fucking ruined him.
The kink developed as naturally as it was always gonna.
You like him big; he likes you small. You like the authority of his age; he likes taking care of his girl.
It just makes sense.
You both know damn well you're playing with live ordnance here—but the pin's already pulled.
The first time you moaned daddy—sobbing it right against his throat, hovering on the razor edge of coming undone with nine inches of Na'vi dick stretched deep inside you—it blew a hole straight through his brain.
He couldn't get the sound out of his head for weeks.
Hearing that needy little whimper echoing long after he's returned to the village... hell, he's never needed to duck into the shadows to wring out his own cock so damn fast in his life.
It has him sneaking off after dark like some dirtbag just to put out the fire in his gut—to chase five seconds of relief.
And if he doesn’t?
His body overrides him—waking him up at the crack of dawn with his dick throbbing and a hot, sticky mess already soaking straight through his loincloth.
There ain't a single day Jake takes this blue body for granted. Not since the moment he first opened his eyes in it fifteen years ago.
It's top-tier gear. Strong, fast, relentless. Built for war. Built to survive. A weapon he can always rely on.
But right now—on one of the many desperate nights just like this one—his own flesh is betrayin' him.
Hard.
It's late, pitch black and the tide is lapping cold against the shore as he stands hidden behind a jagged ridge of rock on a secluded stretch of the beach.
Braced against the cool stone with one heavy forearm, his chest heaves like a runaway engine as his fist strokes over his thick, heavy length, furiously pumping himself to the raw, filthy memory of the last time he had you pinned under him.
"You're making my pussy beat, Jake," you giggled, cheeks flushing crimson with your hands thrown over your eyes, thighs clamped shut tight in an attempt to trap his teasing hand.
The cheap RDA cot groaned under his hefty weight as he knelt with his shoulders hunched over you, toying with the sexy ass frills of your panty line.
He always took his sweet time like this—dragging the rough, calloused pad of his blue thumb in slow sweeps along the edge of the cotton. Hooking a massive finger just beneath it to drag over your bare, silky heat before retracting it—tormenting himself as much as he was you, deliberately refusing to give either of you the pressure you were beggin' for.
It worked like a charm to get you thoroughly riled up. To get you slick, pulsing and dripping enough so he could stretch your tiny pussy open and sink himself in—as deep as he wanted.
As deep as he fucking needed.
Jake rumbled with a low, chest-vibrating chuckle, smoothly pulling his hand free from the futile squeeze of your thighs. He dragged his broad palm over the soft, warm skin of your belly, letting it rest heavy just beneath where your skirt was all bunched around your waist.
That damn skirt—always flashin’ right beneath your unbuttoned lab coat, pulling his eyes like a magnet across the room every time you bent over to snag a sample jar off the bottom shelf.
"Yeah?" he smirked, drawing a lazy drag of air from the mask slung loose around his neck. "Feels good, baby?"
You hesitated for a second with that expression that drove him nuts—bottom lip sucked right between your teeth as your pretty eyes tracked down to where his hand was completely swallowing the expanse of your belly.
"Mhm," you murmured, a dizzy little smile in your eyes as you looked back up at him, tracing your tiny nails over the thick, raised rivers of blue veins across the back of his hand. "But I don't get it, daddy..."
Jesus, his eyes went dark and heavy right then. A low, possessive rumble vibrating deep in his ribs. He swept his hand up to cup the side of your head, swiping his thumb over the full swell of your bottom lip—stopping himself just short of pushing it right inside—handling you with the terrifying precision of a five-ton machine trying not to crush a glass bottle.
Christ, his mind went straight to the gutter—tracking right to how tight and warm your small mouth felt stretched around the head of his cock.
"Want daddy to show you what it means, sweetheart?" he'd said, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly rasp that made your skin prickle.
You nodded with total, unhesitating enthusiasm.
Jake smirked—slow, dark and mean.
"Not sure you've had enough teasin' yet," he'd drawled, slowly dragging the pad of his finger down the sensitive skin of your inner thigh—trailin' over that sexy little birth mark he loves.
"Hey, I have," you pouted, furrowing your dainty brows, tryin' like hell to look mad at him even as your whole thigh started quivering under his touch. A breathless little giggle burst out of you, knees snapping shut to trap his hand still.
The friction of your thighs tight together made you gasp, and when you jerked your legs apart to look down between 'em innocently—fuck. The flash of pure, unfiltered pleasure that washed over your face in that exact second—
On the beach, Jake lets out a deep, ruined exhale.
His knuckles are white-hot and slick around his own shaft as he pumps himself frantically—thick, heavy drops of pre-cum falling down to splatter into the cool, dark sand between his feet.
He clenches his eyes shut, his ears pinned back flat and tight against his skull as his brain drags him kicking and screaming right back into that bed with you.
He simply chuckled—low and dirty—as he followed your gaze down to your own lap.
"Looks like you're already findin' out yourself, hm? Why don't you do that again for me, sweetheart? Squeeze those little thighs tight for daddy," he murmured, using that quiet, commanding tone that always had you doing exactly what you were told.
Your knees buckled inward right away, clamping together again as you glanced up at him with wide, wrecked eyes, a shaky exhale slipping past your lips. God, he watched like a hawk as you squeezed the second time—hard enough to wrench a desperate little whimper right out of your chest.
"Mm," Jake smirked, his pupils blowing wide—black swallowing the amber-yellow of his eyes whole—as his huge hand shifted down between his own legs. He palmed the massive, throbbing swell bulging against his loincloth. "Keep doing that for me, kid. Gonna feel real good."
You let out a shaky sigh as you did it again, clenching your legs together faster this time—pinching your own wet cunt—and it was only right then he realized his tail was doing the rounds, thumping out of control as it made a loud, heavy clack against the metal bunk frame.
"Mmh, feels so good, daddy," you moaned, your lidded gaze dropping straight down to where his fist was working in slow, ruthless strokes over the heavy ridge strainin' against his loincloth.
"Yeah," he sighed, a low growl in his ribcage as his grip tightened through the coarse fabric. He didn't break eye contact for a second, watching your small hips squirm and twitch on the narrow cot. "You look so fuckin' good, baby. Makin' daddy so hard for you, angel."
His hand dropped from his own groin, heavy and warm as it cupped the top of your bowed knees.
"Open up for me, sweetheart," he murmured, giving you a firm, commanding tap. "Let 'em fall."
"I don't wanna. I like it like this," you whined, your little legs instinctively trying to fight him, tryna maintain that tight seal even as his hand worked between your knees to pry them apart like kindling.
"I know ya do. But you're gonna let me in anyway, baby girl—'cause this is gonna feel a whole lot better."
He heaved your knees wide open, looming over you with his broad shoulders, blocking out the rest of the cot until there was nothing left for you to look at but him. A giant palm spread out beside your head as he brought his thumb up to his mouth, slicking the wide pad of it with a dark, deliberate swipe of his tongue as he looked you dead in the eyes.
Then he dropped that heavy weight back down over your mound, grinding his wet thumb right into your sweet little clit.
You gasped—loud, sharp, and wrecked—flushing red as a rose as a helpless groan tore right out of you.
"God, you know how fuckin' pretty you are?" Jake growled low, his military discipline threatening to buckle as he dropped his gaze, watching his own thumb sweep slow, heavy pendulums over the swell of your clit through the thin fabric.
His eyes flicked right back up to lock with yours, refusing to let you look away as he brought that thumb back to his lips to re-wet it with a thick coat of spit.
He dropped it straight back down, working those heavy, rolling circles over the cotton until he was soaking the material through—painting you in his own wetness while you writhed and mewled beneath him—
"Hohh—fuck," Jake pants out loud into the quiet, cool night air, his forehead slamming hard against his forearm on the rock.
His grip around his throbbing shaft stutters, loosening just a fraction as he fights against his own body—tryna drag every agonizing second out—whole frame shaking as he strains to keep from blowing his load before he reaches the memory of you coming apart.
He'd caught your sweet moan with his mouth right then, claiming you in a bruised, desperate kiss—pouring his own deep groan right into your throat while his other hand dragged rough up over your chest.
He shoved the cheap cotton of your tank up over your tits, palming the ridiculously soft swell of one—feeling your peak hard and buried against the callouses of his massive fingers.
"Oh, daddy, what are you doing to me?" you whimpered, puffing a soft, hot breath against his lips as you arched your chest right up into his palm, hips stuttering and wriggling under the relentless motion of his thumb down below. "Your hands... feel so fucking good..."
"Yeah? Does it make your pussy beat real nice?" he mumbled against your mouth, kneading at your small tit in deep, steadying waves.
"Yeah," you nodded helplessly, brows pinched tight, hair all mussed up as your head rolled to the side against the pillow. You panted for him, trying to clench your thighs again over the thick trunk of his wrist.
"It feels..."
"How's it feel, baby?" Jake breathed heavy, desperate like a starved dog just to keep hearin' your voice, his long fingers pinching down around your little flushed nipple to give it a firm tug as his thumb flicked in swift, rapid strokes over your clit.
You gasped out loud—a cracked, broken moan tearing out of your throat—and Jesus, his cock twitched hard enough to hurt, thrashing like a hungry beggar trapped against the tight, coarse restraint of the fabric. He knew how much of a mess his loincloth was without casting an eye over it—could feel himself leaking like a pipe for you.
"It feels like I might... oh, Jake," you panted, eyes shutting tight all of a sudden as your thighs trembled uncontrollably.
Jake snatched his hand away swiftly, leaving you suspended right on the edge before your body could explode into overdrive.
"Woah, fuck, baby—wait for me," he growled, his pupils blown pitch-black as he worked one-handed to yank the tie of his loincloth loose.
He chucked the scrap of fabric to the hard floor of your room, his face twisting into a dirty grimace as his fist went straight to his swollen cock—running a couple of rapid, brutal tugs over the head.
"Lemme just..." he winced, letting out a ragged, tortured breath, eyes slamming shut for a second while he stroked himself fast right over you, trying to relieve some of that blinding pressure in his gut before he lost all self-control.
You gasped when he grabbed your ankles, dragging your legs up and peeling your little wet panties right off you before leaning down, caging either side of your head with his striped, muscle-corded forearms while crowding his massive hips down between your thighs.
The heavy head of his cock dropped straight over your dripping heat, his shaft twitching with pure impatience at the contact.
"Wanna let me in, baby?" he rumbled—low and rough—as soft as he could muster right against your ear.
"Daddy!!" you wailed as he began to push without waiting for an answer, your small hands flying up to clutch at his shoulders as he sank his full weight down into you.
"That's it. Deep and slow, remember, deep and slow," he rasped over your sharp cry as he started sliding right into your tight wet folds—sending your watery eyes rolling back into your head, your thighs clamping like a vice around his hips as you stretched wide as hell to take him.
He started working his hips with agonizing restraint—filling you with barely half his length in shallow, punishing thrusts designed to break you in as carefully as he could manage.
"Big," you whimpered right next to his ear, your hot, ragged breath triggering an involuntary flick in his sensitive, cat-like ear. "You're so big, daddy."
"I know, shh. You're doin' so damn good for me, baby girl," he gritted out against the shell of your ear, his voice rougher than gravel itself as he pressed a heavy kiss to your hot, flushed cheek. "Takin' all of daddy so fuckin' well."
Lie. The word burned in his throat. You weren't takin' all of him—not even close. He was holding back two thirds of his length, muscles locked up so tight his spine felt like rebar just to keep from spearing you through the cot.
He planted bruising kisses down the sharp line of your jaw—feelin' the lethal drag of his upper fangs skimming your soft, human skin—his eyes lidding heavy as he buried his nose into the sweet, feverish scent of your neck.
He dragged himself back out—torturously slow—feeling every ridge and vein of his thick shaft scraping against you, begging to be wrung dry by your tight, hot walls. His disciplined buckled; he couldn't stop it. He slammed back in—deeper this time, pushing his limits and almost touching base—and the raw pressure made you scream out a broken cry as your spine arched up off the bed to chase his chest, your hard little nipples burying into his blue skin.
"Good girl," he groaned, the praise thick and dark in his mouth. He pulled out again, every inch of flesh dragging—before driving straight back in. His thick thighs and glutes locked up tight as he rolled in deep enough that his heavy pelvis finally met yours—the rough friction of his groin grinding hard against your clit, making you near enough lose your damn mind right there.
"Jake!!" your cry echoed around the small room, your face screwed up in absolute bliss as he started rolling his hips in slow, deliberate circles.
"Mm, yeah," he panted against the rapidly pulsing crook of your neck, picking up his pace just a fraction, matching the way your body was beggin' for it. "Can feel you gettin' tighter, baby."
He gave you enough stimulation to keep your walls fluttering around him, drawing out every last drop of tension. Then he pumped you full again, burying himself to the absolute hilt—a deep, tight groan vibrating out of his own chest as his throbbing balls pushed flush against your slick skin.
Your desperate scream shot off the walls.
Your face was a picture of pure, ruined ecstasy as you started coming apart right around him, little thighs shaking like an earthquake where they were locked up around his waist.
"Dirty girl, wantin' my big, alien dick so bad like this. Makin' me think about you when I shouldn't," he grunted, his final string of discipline snapping like a rope as he picked up into a ruthless, rhythmic rut, chasing the way his length was throbbing with need for a release inside your clenching cunt.
"Bendin' over like you want me to take you right there in the lab—slip your filthy little panties aside and just fuck you raw. Claim every goddamn inch of you—"
"DADDY! Fuck!! I'm—"
On the dark beach, Jake's jaw locks, his face twisting in a wrecked grimace as his slick hand rutting over his shaft drags him straight over the edge.
"That's right..." he panted, growling low and strained over your sharp, orgasmic whining, your nails dug deep into the thick muscles of his arms as he pounded your little body through the tight, pulsing convulsions of your climax. "Come all over Daddy's cock. Fucking milk me—Jesus—"
Jake lets out a strangled, broken groan into the soft sea breeze as his cock detonates in his own pumping fist.
Thick, burning ropes pulse violently from his slit in heavy spurts, his massive striped thighs giving way like lead beams under a load as he paints the earth—coating the cold beach rock and sand below with the raw proof of his addiction to you.
Fuck.
He can’t stop his legs as they buckle under his weight. He sinks to his knees with a hard, rough thump in the sand, his chest heaving, his eyes squeezed shut—his large hand still clamped, cum-slick and trembling around his convulsing cock as his damp forehead collapses against the cold face of the rock.
Pathetic. The word hits him like a physical blow.
A grown fucking man. Leader of the people. A dad.
Reduced to a filthy, shaking mess on his hands and knees in the sand for a human girl who calls him daddy.
"The fuck are you doing, Sully…" he rasps weakly under his breath, the words drawing tight out of his throat, hollow and raw.
He drags a rough, calloused palm hard over his face, smearing sweat and sea salt as his throat bobs with a gulp that feels like cement—desperately trying to wipe away the dizzying, intoxicating haze of you.
He forces the memory of your satisfied body sprawled out under him right out of his mind. Snaps his posture back into rank, hauling his massive frame up off the beach on legs that feel like cold lead.
Reaching down with a trembling hand, he snatches his discarded loincloth off the sand, violently snapping the coarse fabric to shake out the grit before wrapping it back around his waist—securing himself like a heavy weapon back in its holster.
He takes one last look down at the evidence before furiously kicking dry sand over the wet patches, burying it deeper—praying to Eywa or whatever gods are listening that the tide comes in fast to wash the rock clean before the sun hits the reef.
He can’t let Neytiri know about this. He can’t let anyone know about this. Christ, if someone found out what he’d been doing…
He has to put a stop to it. He has to stop acting a fool before it ruins his goddamn life.
But like hell he knows where he’s gonna find the strength. Not when he’s already cooking up another weak-ass excuse to drop by the lab—just to find out what you’re wearing. Just to get that skirt bunched up around your waist one more time.
With a low, defeated growl rattling his chest, Jake turns his back on the ocean and begins the quiet march up the shore, his big feet sinking silently into the sand as he heads back to the marui—ears pinned flat in absolute shame.
And a little update for you guys, going to be taking another break from NSFW to work on a longer SFW project. It’ll be some Jake ASMR and hopefully longer than my usual 3 minute audios!
Because SFW doesn’t include so many sound effects it shouldn’t take too long to make!
In the meantime I’m also going to be working on my page aesthetic and some new character voices (it’s a surprise which ones). Hopefully everything works as it’s supposed to!
And for the last thing, I may have an upcoming collab with a wonderful Jake artist on here that has to do with my most recent NSFW audio… I think you all will enjoy what we got cooking up… 🤭
Jake Sully x Neytiri Sully x Female Human Reader
Word count | 19k
Content | 18+, angst, threesome, explicit smut, oral sex, p in v
Read part I here + part II here
Summary | Almost a year has passed. When Bridgehead is attacked and turned to flaming ruin, helping Jake escape prison before it collapses is your only option. But nothing could prepare you to face his terrifying wife, Neytiri—or for things to take an unexpected turn when you're whisked off your feet and flown straight into an awkward, wildly intimate situation.
The explosions hit first.
Staggering. A brutal, physical force of shockwaves that ripples the walls, reverberating right through the soles of your boots and tearing everyone away from the normality of the evening and into a stricken state of panic and confusion.
And then the revolving emergency lights bear down—casting long, crimson shadows down the bullet-grey corridors of Bridgehead prison, closely followed by the piercing, ear-splitting alarm overhead that rattles your very teeth.
Shit. Well, this can't be good.
You push your way through streams of mindless RDA staff in the hall, your shoulders slamming against theirs as they rush past you toward the source of chaos outside.
But you're running in the opposite direction. Against the crowd.
Deeper into the groaning structure of the building where the air grows thick and hot, and every muscle in your body screams at you to get the fuck out.
You have to get to Jake. To his cell within the suffocating pit of the prison before anyone else thinks to.
It feels like an eternity of running through the hellish, scarlet maze with the dreadful alarm pounding in your eardrums, and by the time you finally reach the airlock, your throat is raw. Your skin is licked in a layer of sweat under your shirt. Your chest heaves violently.
You're accustomed to your heart pounding against your ribs as you stand here in front of this thick, metal door—the electric anticipation of entering Jake's cell always has that effect on you.
But right now, it's for an entirely different reason.
You fumble with your keycard in your trembling, clammy fingers and it clatters to the floor.
Fuck.
You scramble to pick it back up, and with your knees wobbling like jelly, you rush to swipe it through the slot and punch in the code.
The split second it starts to slide open, you force your way in—the freezing steel of the heavy-duty door scraping hard against your chest as you stumble into Jake's space.
The floor-to-ceiling window of his cell is like the surface of still, black water behind him. His dreadlocks and kuru whip through the air as he spins toward you swiftly, immediately locking onto your presence with a predatory reflex driven by pure adrenaline.
His ears are pinned flat to his skull to block out the invasive shriek of the alarm. His knees are bent, thighs visibly tensed under his jumpsuit, one hand splayed out in front of him as though the air itself might be enough to ground him. He looks almost vulnerable with his eyes so wide and alert—his round, dilated pupils reflecting the glare of the dark red emergency light above like two black mirrors.
A wave of recognition floods his features the moment he clocks it's you, and he's at your side in a flash—sliding to a heavy crouch right before you, his giant hands engulfing your shoulders.
"Baby! What's going on?"
His voice is raised in panic, a deep vibration that you feel in your ribs as he fights to be heard over the penetrating screech of the alarm.
"I don't know!" you shout back desperately, clutching his forearms by instinct. "It feels bad—"
The walls cut you off as a violent tremor erupts through the building, knocking you completely off balance. The concrete heaves beneath your feet, and you claw at Jake’s arms to keep from going down.
"I need you to lead us outta here—discreetly. You know a way out?" he barks, his huge, sharp eyes fixing fiercely on yours as his grip tightens around your shoulders.
Your stomach drops, your eyes going wide with sudden dread. "But what if we get caught—"
"We'll deal with that when we come to it. We gotta move—now—before this place falls on our heads."
You stare at him, chest heaving as your mind franticly maps every route out of the building—any path that offers a chance of keeping you both invisible and alive. Sneaking out a nine-foot Na'vi will never be discreet, but with the chaos raining down on Bridgehead outside, there might be just enough distraction to slip by.
The conduits.
"There's a route through the utility conduits," you tell him, speaking fast over the groan of the building. "It dumps out near the maintenance stairwell—nobody uses it."
"Good. That's good," Jake nods grimly. His tail lashes uneasily behind him as he squeezes your shoulders, anchoring you. "We move fast, alright? I can't be out there long without a mask."
You nod, opening your mouth to speak.
But you freeze.
Your words get stuck like stones in your throat as you stare back at your own dark reflection in Jake's wide, expectant eyes.
Whatever is going on outside... it’s dangerous. Really dangerous. You could die out there—get caught in the blast radius or torn to smithereens by whatever force is tearing the base apart.
But that isn't what drains the warmth straight from your veins, despite the heavy heat of Jake's hands on your shoulders.
It's the thought of him being free.
Of being able to do whatever he wants to the moment he steps foot out there.
What happens to him? To you? To whatever this is between you?
Will you lose him?
Will he race off the second he's out, back to his real life—leaving you behind in this crumbling human ruin without so much as a single afterthought?
After all the late-night conversations... the inside jokes, the banter, the stolen visits to his cell? The frantic, mind-blowing sex? The heavy shared breaths, how your skin feels against his, the way he calls you baby—
"BABY! HEY!"
Your icy train of thought shatters as Jake gives your shoulders a sharp shake, his deep voice slicing straight through the haze of your panic.
"Focus. Open that door. Can you do that for me?"
You swallow down the sickening knot in your stomach—the terror of getting caught, of dying... of losing him. You steel yourself, looking up into his eyes.
You nod, quick and shallow.
"Okay."
Without giving the fear time to sink its claws in any deeper, you spin toward the door and punch in the override code—the towering height of Jake right behind you.
You shoot a glance back up at him, mouthing follow me over the deafening alarm.
He stalls for a split second, his jumpsuit straining tight across his chest as he takes a swift, deep inhale—sucking in air to keep his system regulated for the way out—before lurching forward. His broad hand splays over your back, ushering you straight into the dark, crimson glare of the airlock.
It's a surreal sight, watching him duck to clear the metal doorframe—his first step out of that cramped box of a cell in almost a year.
But there's no time to marvel at it. No time for anything other than escaping this burning, screaming hellhole before it completely collapses on top of you both.
You lead the way down the hall, Jake trailing right behind you like a massive, silent shadow as you sprint toward the utility hatch.
The moment you burst through the exit into the depot yard, Jake gasps—his massive chest expanding as he draws in a desperate flood of the Pandoran atmosphere his body was craving.
It’s not fresh air. It’s dense, metallic, and thick with ash—every bit as choked and stifling as the burning facility behind you.
You pant heavily, your own breath fogging hot inside your mask as you stare in sheer disbelief at the flaming hellscape before you.
The orange glow of the inferno consuming Bridgehead dances across your visor, warping the grey night into a nightmare of licking flames and towering plumes of black smoke.
Mechs and RDA personnel scatter frantically in every direction, their distant shouts swallowed by the deafening roar of a ruptured fuel line spewing a thirty-foot geyser of fire into the dark. A squad of SecOps soldiers scrambles along the perimeter, heavy boots clattering on the metal grating as they scream into their comms.
Overhead, the heavy, rhythmic wup-wup-wup of Samson rotors tears through the air. Before you can even spot the gunship, Jake throws his massive weight over you—tackling you low and shielding your body with his own just as a blinding white searchlight cuts through the haze, searing the ground mere inches from where you're pinned.
"We need to move, c'mon," he urges breathlessly, his voice grating low against your ear as he pulls you up and away from the devastation. He locks his large hand over yours, his grip tight and unyielding as he drags you in a low crouch toward a nearby AMP-suit transport for cover.
You press your backs flush against the hard, corrugated metal just as the searchlight sweeps overhead, blinding and hot, before disappearing back into the glowing smog. You glance up at Jake, your chest heaving against your exopack.
"If we break for it now, they'll pick us off before we even hit the dirt," he hisses lowly, his voice gravelly and strained. His golden eyes dart between the jagged gaps leading to the open clearing and the high perimeter wall towering in the distance. "So, what's the plan?"
"As if I know!" you hiss back, throwing your hands up in exasperation.
His sooty, sweat-slicked face darts down to you, his eyes flashing with a flicker of dry amusement.
"Well... then there is no plan," he mutters, his ears twitching as he turns his gaze back toward the carnage. "Just you and me."
"I hadn't exactly planned a prison break into my schedule today, Jake," you quip back brattishly, a streak of irritation cutting through your panic as you glare across the clearing. "Oh, sorry! I forgot I have to cancel dinner tonight because I'm risking my life to save a big, blue idiot while near enough having my face melted off by—"
You break off abruptly at the sharp, violent rustle of fabric behind you.
Snapping your head back toward Jake, your breath hitches. He’s aggressively ripping off his prison jumpsuit—tugging it down his massive legs, stumbling slightly, and kicking the orange bundle into a crumpled heap in the corner of the transport.
"What the hell are you doing?" you hiss, your eyes practically popping out of your head as they involuntarily track up the stark, bioluminescent-dotted blue expanse of his bare body towering over you.
You can't stop them. They trace over his broad, sweat-slicked shoulders glowing amber in the firelight, down the cut of his abdomen, right to the absurdly skimpy loincloth left covering his modesty.
Fuck's sake. Why does he have to be so mind-numbingly distracting when you're literally inches from death?
"Ain't sitting in that damn thing a second longer," he grunts, his glowing eyes flashing down at you before snapping toward a path he's spotted across the yard. "Stop staring at me. C'mon."
Before you can even process the view, he grabs you—his big, warm fingers locking tight around your hand as he shoves you forward. He catches you by the waist and hoists you high, knocking the breath clean out of your lungs as he tosses you effortlessly over a metal barrier before vaulting over it himself in one fluid motion.
You both break into the open in a low, frantic sprint, targeting a massive hangar for your next patch of cover—until a sound stops you dead in your tracks.
A piercing, primordial shriek vibrates through your very marrow.
It isn't the mechanical thrum of a Samson like you'd expect—god, you wish it were.
It's followed by the thunderous, heavy snap of leather membranes tearing through the sky. A sudden downforce of wind batters you from above, swirling a blinding vortex of dust, ash, and heat that nearly knocks you off your feet.
Your heart stops. The air turns to heavy lead in your chest as panic seizes you. You stumble back, staring up into the ash-choked vortex as the creature hits the deck with the weight of a falling building—its primal hiss vibrating through the metal grating and straight up through your boots.
"Stay close to me," Jake growls. His voice drops into a dark, protective rumble as he drops into a low defensive stance, shoving you behind his leg. You wrap yourself around his thigh, clinging to him like he's the only anchor left in a world going up in flames.
Your knees threaten to buckle as you peer out from behind him.
You recognize it immediately—an ikran. You’ve seen the dragon-like predators a thousand times in RDA briefing footage, but nothing could have prepared you for the petrifying scale of the beast towering in the flesh right before your eyes.
Its teeth are like rows of curved razors; its leathery teal and gold hide smeared with jagged streaks of crimson blood-paint. As your eyes trace the thick shelf of its massive, leathery wings, your gaze lands on her—
She slips from the beast soundlessly, descending to her feet with the effortless grace of a born hunter as she detaches from the ikran's kuru, her eyes blazing like molten fire.
Her longbow is drawn tight at her side as she moves, sweeping toward you both with swift, predatory strides—a lethal hiss ready for any soldier foolish enough to draw near.
You can do nothing but stare, completely spellbound. Every ounce of fear and rational thought is stripped away by the mesmerizing sight of this nine-foot warrior bathed in the red and white paint of the Mangkwan raiders.
She wears next to nothing: a thin sliver of a woven wrap across her ash-dusted chest, a matching band binding her slender upper arm, and tight, cut-out leather leggings clinging to her lithe, powerful legs.
Jake slowly draws himself up to his full height, his broad hand splayed out in front of him, his voice cracking in utter disbelief when he finally finds the breath to speak her name.
"N-Neytiri?"
You glance up at him, your mouth hanging open. His dumbfounded gaze sweeps over her body, drinking in the sight of the ash and crimson war paint as if checking whether he's staring at a ghost.
"Baby?"
He takes a rough, hesitant step forward, yanking his thigh straight out of your grip. You make a pathetic swipe at the empty air after him—a desperate, futile attempt to reach the only anchor of safety you had left.
But you're left behind.
Completely abandoned and utterly exposed in the inferno of Bridgehead, watching as Jake crashes forward to collide with her.
He traps her against him in a crushing, mindless embrace—spinning her around and curtaining her in his dreadlocks as he envelops her body in his arms, his tail sweeping around her in a heavy, desperate arc. He catches her hand, lacing his five fingers through her four in a painfully tight squeeze as he buries his face deep into the crook of her long, painted neck.
You catch the small, damp glint of his tongue amidst his coarse hair as he drags his mouth across her shoulder in fierce, open-mouthed kisses. His tail tucks low, his entire frame trembling as he tries to pour an entire year’s worth of pent-up grief, affection, and desperate love into his wife in a single breath.
You nearly double over.
You genuinely think you might throw up right into the filter of your exopack.
Your lungs feel like sagging, deflated balloons—void of air as you watch the breadth of Jake's muscular, striped back curve into a protective dome over her lean Na'vi frame. A body that perfectly matches his own magnificent scale.
One that was made for him.
The thought wrings your intestines into a violent, sickening mess.
And then the overwhelming flood of shame hits you like a cyclone.
What the fuck have you been thinking this whole time?
Did you really believe—even for a split second—that you actually stood some kind of chance with Jake Sully? When you aren't even the same goddamn species?
Has he just been using you this whole time?
Was he thinking of her—his stunning, Na'vi-warrior wife—the entire time he fucked you and played around with you in his prison cell? While you let him treat you like his little, dirty human sex doll?
Were you merely a distraction—a warm body he could hold onto and squeeze while he dawdled away his prison time, waiting for his beautiful, heroic queen to come and tear down his metal tower?
Was it all nothing to him?
Your eyes burn with the overwhelming sting of ashamed tears as the grim reality slices through you like a knife.
A pain that cuts just as quickly as Neytiri violently rips herself out of Jake's grasp.
Her braids whip against his chest as she spins out of his arms, her long tail snapping sharply against her thighs in agitation.
"Ma Jake! You waste time!" she hisses fiercely, wearing a scowl that could make even the most savage of beasts cower in fear.
Jake slumps instantly under her rebuke—his broad shoulders rounding, his ears pinning flat against his head like a disciplined hound.
It's impossible to stop the images from flashing across your mind like a vivid, fleeting showreel—him dominating you in his cell, a godly force of pure blue muscle and absolute control over your tiny body. That calm, dangerous confidence that never slipped for a single second with you, always ready to put you effortlessly in your place.
It's a brutal, sickening contrast to how he looks now: a towering warrior shrinking like a scolded child under his wife's scathing command.
"Who is this?" she suddenly snarls.
The sound tears through the chaos like a whip, throwing you back to reality with a violent jolt.
You freeze as a sharp stab on panic pierces your chest. Those amber-yellow daggers aren't looking at the fire, or the sky, or the facility.
They are locked directly on you.
Your blood runs cold.
She drops into a low, guarded crouch, her tail lashing out violently behind her as her red-painted lips curl back—revealing fangs even sharper, even more lethal than Jake's. She looks like she's one ear twitch away from shredding you to pieces like the intrusive piece of RDA shit you are.
Jake throws a quick, frantic glare back at you before springing forward. He interposes his body between you and Neytiri, his hands slapping down over her tensed shoulders to hold her back.
"It's okay! It's okay—she's with me, baby," he blurts out, his voice laced with hasty, trembling panic. "She helped me escape. She's on our side!"
Neytiri's glare snaps up to him. Her fierce amber eyes search his face for an agonizing second before narrowing back on you in two icy, deadly slits.
The suffocating silence is shattered as a heavy stream of gunfire rips through the clearing.
The metallic ping-ping-ping of stray rounds shredding through nearby plating, coupled with the frantic, booming stomps of approaching AMP suits, sends all three of you diving instantly for cover.
Neytiri is back at her ikran’s side in two swift strides, sliding her kuru into the creature's whip-like neural tendril as she leaps effortlessly onto the saddle.
"JAKE! Get on, NOW!" she screeches over the deafening roar of fire and iron.
He springs toward the banshee by pure instinct, the heavy muscle in his arms bunching as he reaches to pull himself up into the air.
But he falters.
He freezes for a fractional second—as though an entirely different part of his brain has violently seized the controls.
His head snaps back towards you.
Standing there. Completely alone and fragile in the open target zone.
You watch the tumultuous war rage inside him in the span of a single heartbeat. His sharp features twist—his brows pinching tight, his ears pinned flat against his head as he stares down at you with something heavy, guilty and suffocating.
Something you desperately wish you could mistake for heartache.
The tall outline of him begins to blur and warp as tears pool in your eyes, finally breaking free to trace burning, salty paths down your cheeks—trapped inside the suffocating cage of your mask.
"Please don't leave me..." you mumble weakly.
The words are barely a breath, instantly swallowed by the deafening chatter of incoming gunfire and the frantic, heavy thrashing of the ikran's massive wings.
You feel microscopic. Irrelevant. Completely drowned in your own pathetic misery inside the glass prison of your exopack.
A harsh, ragged sob tears through your lungs as you stare down at your dirt-stained boots, trying to force your mind to accept the agonizing truth: you have to let him go. Two fat tears splash onto the inside glass of your visor, your shoulders shuddering on the verge of total collapse.
But then—you feel it.
A sudden, massive weight swoops down around your trembling fingers.
Jake's hand engulfs yours.
Burning hot. Solid. Immovable. The broad, calloused blue hand you’ve learned to know better than your own, crushing your fingers in a grip so desperate and tight it borders on pain.
Your mind goes completely numb as you’re swept forward by Jake's urgent, sweeping strides. Before your brain can process the sheer absurdity of the danger, he’s heaving you up onto the rough leather saddle of the massive, leather-winged beast behind Neytiri.
You crash forward into a straddle, flush against her lean back. Jake clambers up directly behind you in the next breath, wedging your small frame tightly against hers with his massive, solid chest just as another barrage of deafening gunfire shatters the air.
"SA'ATA, GO!" Neytiri screeches shrilly over the roar of the engines and cracking rifles.
You clutch her waist automatically—a desperate lifeline for your petrified hands—just as Jake's thick forearm fastens like a steel band around your stomach. He pulls you back, locking you securely against his torso while his other hand lands flat on Neytiri's hip right beneath yours.
Sa'ata lunges skyward with a chest-rattling, deafening shriek. The brutal reptilian muscle of her thick frame bunches violently beneath your thighs, and the sudden g-force slams your head straight back into Jake's chest—knocking the air completely out of your lungs as the ikran climbs with rapid, terrifying momentum.
The air turns into a freezing, violent vortex as the beast weaves through the night sky, dodging brilliant tracer rounds streaking through the dark. Higher, higher, higher you climb. Your grip on Neytiri's waist tightens into a bruising squeeze, and you press back into Jake with every ounce of strength you have, desperately wishing you could dissolve straight into the safety of his body.
Your stomach is left behind on the industrial grating below. You peer down at the dizzying drop as the burning, jagged landscape of Bridgehead shrinks into a flickering, miniature inferno—rapidly swallowing itself as you fly past the city walls and into the deep, dark unknown of Pandora's jungle.
You don't know at what point the darkness took hold of you.
You only remember the rush of wind suddenly hushing silent, and the sensation of Jake's large hand catching your falling jaw to steady you as your head slipped.
You felt him pull you into the comforting cove of his body, resting your head against the solid cradle of his arm as you drifted off into a heavy, dreamless sleep.
When your eyes finally flutter open, dawn is spilling over the horizon.
The forest is suddenly there beneath you, illuminated in full glory by the pristine, liquid-gold rays of early morning sunlight.
It's an utterly breathtaking, raw sight.
You blink in astonishment as you gaze past the shelf of Sa'ata's wingspan at the glorious, rich green expanse panning out as far as the eye can see. Magnificent, ancient trees create canopies far wider and deeper than anything you've ever witnessed in your entire life. You'd almost forgotten what real trees actually looked like, having been trapped in the sterile, concrete confines of Bridgehead for so long.
"Wow," you whisper.
The sound is immediately swept away into the slipstream of cool, rushing wind.
You glance down to find your hand resting on Jake's forearm, still fastened securely around your waist—unmoved from where you last found it before passing out—though his grip is looser now. His other arm rests over his thigh next to you, his hand casually resting on Neytiri's hip.
Your stomach tightens as you realize that the thick, heavy base of her tail is draped over your thigh as she sits straddled right in front of you. Her long braids whip behind her in the wind, brushing just above your head, as she pilots Sa'ata in focused, icy silence.
The vivid memory of her from last night floods back, and you press yourself further back against Jake, trying to create as much distance from her as humanly possible despite being lodged between them both.
You peer up behind you to check on Jake, and your breath unexpectedly catches in your throat.
He's gazing somewhere far out in the distance, his eyes slightly narrowed against the warm, golden light spilling over the horizon. From your viewpoint beneath his jawline, he looks regal. Breathtaking. His ears are sleek and streamlined against his head as his thick mane of untamed dreadlocks flutters behind him in the slipstream. His smooth, striped skin is practically glowing—a rich tone of azure you've never seen, blending seamlessly with the pastel blue sky above him.
You realize—with a sharp kick in the teeth—that this is the first time you've actually seen him outside, in the pure, unadulterated light of day.
The thought makes your heart ache.
You press your fingertips gently into his forearm, and his big, golden eyes instantly drop down to find yours.
He looks exhausted. His eyes are heavy and rimmed with the strain of a chaotic, sleepless night, but the moment he registers you awake and looking at him, he offers you a small, tired smile—his fingers twitching against your side in a soft, reassuring squeeze.
He leans forward over Neytiri's shoulder, sandwiching you almost suffocatingly between their big frames.
"Land. Anywhere," he murmurs softly over the wind, his deep, low voice vibrating right through your back.
You catch Neytiri's side profile as she glances back over her shoulder. She clicks her tongue in a sharp, unspoken command, and your stomach immediately lurches into your throat as Sa'ata suddenly descends, gliding down toward a wide, rushing body of crystal-clear water.
She banks in a long, sweeping curve as you approach, her massive shadow racing across the water's surface like a dark blade. With a few final, powerful flares of her wings, Sa'ata back-paddles against the air, her sharp talons extending out beneath her as she lands with a series of heavy, staggered thumps that rattle your teeth.
And then—stillness.
It's so still. Quiet. Peaceful.
Neytiri slips from her perch with a fluid, silent grace that makes her seem eerily weightless despite her massive size, stepping down Sa'ata's wing and onto the uneven, rocky surface of the riverbank.
The moment she's down, she disconnects her kuru, and her eyes snap up sharply to lock with yours. The exhaustion from the long night hasn't melted an ounce of her icy suspicion—if anything, the yellow-gold of her sharp, untrustworthy gaze is somehow even more predatory and terrifying in the crisp morning sun.
You release a breath you didn't know you were holding the moment she turns away and slinks off.
Jake finally releases his arm around you, climbing off Sa'ata's wing after her, his feet hitting the pebbles with a heavy, solid crunch. He reaches up for you, slipping his hands around your waist as he hoists you up and sets you gently down onto the rocks.
You try not to trip over yourself as Sa'ata lets out a loud, screeching rumble, shaking her thick, scaly neck as she claws her way to the edge of the rushing stream. She plunges her head straight into the clear water, taking loud, rough laps with her massive tongue.
"You alright?" Jake mumbles under his breath as he crouches down to your level.
He cups the bottom of your mask, tilting your head slightly, and you realize he's checking the battery life on your exopack. You'd completely forgotten about it, but a wave of relief washes over you when you spot the small glowing bar signaling it's just over half full.
Still, the sudden realization that this fragile sliver of glass in front of your face is the only thing keeping you from choking to death on the toxic air around you is terrifying. You swallow down the rising anxiety, nodding at Jake.
"I'm okay. What about..." You cast a wary glance at Neytiri—crouched further downstream, cupping water in her palms as she refreshes herself. Your heart picks up, panic quickly bubbling over, and your eyes dart back to Jake as you press a hand to your suffocating mask. "Oh crap, Jake, I'm gonna die, aren't I—"
"Hey, woah, no, you're not. Calm down. Look, I'll sort it," he rumbles, sliding a heavy, comforting hand over the side of your head. "We'll get you a new pack back at High Camp. Just... let me talk to Neytiri first." He pauses, before adding under his breath, "She's not exactly the happiest bunny."
You chew your bottom lip as Jake straightens to his full height, giving you one more reassuring glance before turning and making his way down the pebble shore toward Neytiri.
You feel like a lost toddler as you stand with your arms crossed tight over your body, glancing around at the vast canopy, across the twinkling water at the huge, jagged rocks, and toward the most unique-looking flora you've ever seen.
At least the surroundings are stunningly idyllic. Not the worst place to die if your mask runs out—or if Neytiri decides to put an end to you before it does.
You're suddenly hit with surprise as you tune into the sound of Jake and Neytiri conversing back and forth in the thick, rolling dialect of Na'vi. You glance over at them, straining your ears to hear the rapid, elegant syllables breaking through the quiet of the morning.
You're not sure why it catches you off guard—it is the native language here, after all—but as you watch them, wishing more than anything that you could understand what they're saying, you're pulled into a deeply hypnotic fascination.
You watch how Jake's mouth moves as naturally as if he'd never spent a single day away from this world. How the easy, practiced slip of foreign vowels rolls from his tongue like liquid silk. How the muscles of his throat shift with each sharp click and each deep, soft reverberation, his ears and tail twitching in subtle, unspoken responses to Neytiri's own silent cues.
You swallow hard, trying to push away just how painfully attractive you find it. How it warms you from the inside out to see him command the language like he's some sort of linguistic god ruling his own territory.
It reveals a side of him you've never had the privilege or reason to know. An alien side that never existed nor needed to within the bland, muted walls of Bridgehead prison. A version of him that belongs entirely to the wild, vibrant heart of Pandora.
To her.
You sigh, the sound echoing hollow inside your mask. It's a stark, painful reminder that he is home.
And you are merely a visitor, standing lost in a vast, wild world where you don't belong.
You step away to give them space, picking your way over the jagged terrain to a spot a little further down the bank where the pebbles are smaller and easier under your boots.
You crouch down at the water's edge to submerge your hands in the cool, crystalline water. It's incredibly refreshing, and you suddenly wish you could strip off your heavy, dirty RDA uniform and plunge in entirely—letting the current wash away the thick, sooty sweat of Bridgehead that still clings to your skin like a stifling coat.
You close your eyes, taking a moment to really absorb the calm, peaceful atmosphere of the forest. To inhale the sweetness of the fresh, unpolluted air through the filter of your mask.
Pandora. The place you'd dreamt of long before you were locked up in the metal cage of the RDA.
The reason you fell so deeply in love with the man who brought you here.
The musical, rushing thrum of the rapids blending with the vibrant choir of humming wildlife from the surrounding canopy fills your head, and for the first time in what feels like forever, you can actually breathe.
There's no clanging of heavy metal or industrial hustle. No buzzing electronics, no crackling, interruptive overhead announcements. Nothing to peel you away from the pure, tranquil serenity that this world instills in you.
It feels like the cusp of a fresh start. Food for the soul. A place you could easily find yourself learning to call home. It's not like you had much of a life to leave behind at Bridgehead, anyway.
Maybe you could start a new life here, with Jake, if he's willing to have you. So long as Neytiri doesn't tear your heart out and show it to you first.
Maybe you could finally meet his family, his kids—the ones he was always telling you about. Meet the natives. Explore the beauty and wonder that this world has to offer with your man at your side—
"MURGHH, JAKE!!! HOW COULD YOU???"
You jolt violently, your eyes nearly leaving their sockets as you're snatched away from your moment of peace by the sudden, unbridled fury of Neytiri's throaty growl echoing through the quiet clearing. You understand those English words as clearly as the freezing water that splashes up your shirt sleeves as you snap your gaze over to them.
"What was going through your stupid mind?!" she hisses, her ears pinned flat to her skull as she shoves Jake in the chest with a fierceness that sends him stumbling back a step into the edge of the cold water. Her eyes are wide with rage as she glares him down like he's absolute scum. "Did you think you could take this human home with us? Keep her like a little pink pet?"
"Neytiri, please," Jake mumbles, desperately trying—and failing—to calm her down, clutching onto her ash-painted forearms, his own ears flattened back. "I couldn't just leave her back there, alright? Not after she helped me out so much. Look, we'll figure this out together—"
"Oh, I am sure she helped you out, ma Jake," she huffs, letting out a sharp, sarcastic chuckle, her jaw jutted out as she rips her arms away from his grip. "There is not much figuring out left to do."
Your insides plummet straight into your boots as her head spins toward you, her predatory yellow eyes locking onto you in a heartbeat.
She starts storming toward you like a hurricane over the rocks, her long, powerful legs eating up the distance effortlessly, her tail flicking out in hot agitation behind her.
You scramble up to your feet, taking an uneasy, wobbly step backward, nearly tripping over a jagged rock.
"Neytiri, wait! Stop!" Jake hollers frantically—feebly—his heavy footsteps crunching on the stones behind her as he tries to catch up.
Your gulp goes down like a mouthful of nails as she closes the final distance, her long braids swinging forward over her furious face as she comes to a towering halt directly over you.
She drops low—squatting down to your level—and without a second of hesitation, clamps hold of your hips in the inescapable vise of her massive alien hands.
You let out a shocked yelp, your arms flying away from her as she shoves her large face straight into your crotch with an aggressive force that would have toppled you over if she weren't clutching you so tightly.
"W-What are you doing?" you ask flimsily, your voice wobbling as you gawp down in horror at the sight of her massive head nuzzling furiously between your legs, her flat, wide nose buried deep in the stiff material of your camo pants.
But the truth is, you already know exactly what she's doing.
She takes a deep, chest-expanding inhale, drawing out your scent in the same animalistic way you've grown familiar with Jake doing. Except she isn't doing it out of pleasure.
She's trying to extract something.
Evidence.
Shit.
Shit, shit, shit.
It must have been a little over two weeks now since you last had Jake deep inside you—splitting you in half, filling you generously with the thick, hot ropes of his glowing ejaculate while his name ricocheted off the glass window of his small cell from your straining lungs.
You pray to whatever God is listening that two weeks is long enough for the salty trace of his semen to bypass the detection of Neytiri's sharp, feline nose.
You'd had your period just last week... maybe the lingering, iron-rich scent of blood is enough to mask the heady musk of Jake’s cock?
You throw him a panicked glance in the feeble hope that he might bail you out. That he'll step in and pull his feral wife from your pants.
But that doesn't seem likely.
He paces next to Sa'ata with his arms crossed tightly, gnawing at his thumbnail like he’d rather be back in his exploding prison cell than watching Neytiri aggressively interrogate your crotch in the stark morning light.
Her head suddenly stills.
Your pulse is like a drum in your ears as you slowly peer down at her, your palms still raised in helpless surrender.
Her enormous eyes are like pale yellow moons as they flick up over you slowly, the large black circles of her pupils shrinking down to pinpricks against the cloudless blue sky. The intensity of her gaze burns straight through you as her eyes finally lock with yours—a glare so sharp it feels like it could melt the thin shield of glass protecting your face.
The cold flame in those eyes is spine-chilling. She terrifies you more than Jake ever could, that's for sure.
But it's not the raw, barely restrained anger behind her eyes that sends a shiver spider-crawling up your spine.
It's the subtle, macabre trace of humor.
She tilts her head in a smooth, fluid motion, her gleaming white fangs protruding out from beneath her lips as she gives you a sinister, mocking smile.
"Did he please you well, pink-skin?" she sneers, her voice gravelly, bitter, and dripping with toxic sarcasm.
You blink, completely taken aback as you stare down at her.
Pink-skin?
How fucking dare she.
Your cheeks glow hot as your chest flares with a sudden spike of defiance at the audacity of the bitchy remark. You tilt your chin up, ignited with a spark of her own spite as you decide to swallow your fear.
If she's going to be catty with you right before she slaughters you for fucking her husband, you might as well go out with a bang rather than cower and give Jake one last pathetic image to remember you by.
"He took good care of me," you declare, keeping your chin firmly raised, your voice balanced precariously on the razor-thin line between bravery and breaking.
Neytiri gives a hollow scoff, her ears twitching as she cuts a sharp glance over at her pacing husband.
"That is surprising," she mutters, her English thick with mockery. When her eyes snap back to you, she flashes the full row of her teeth in a wicked, disdainful grin. "He usually finishes far too quickly."
You fail to stop the genuine huff of surprised laughter that slips out of your mouth before you can censor it for your own safety. "Um... are we talking about the same Jake, here?"
Her lips pull back with a sharp, snarling hiss, her hairless brow furrowing as she shoves you hard against the chest with her forceful, four-fingered hand. It's a push that might be considered light for someone of her own massive scale, but it sends your small human feet stumbling backward, your boots catching as you nearly trip over one of the jagged rocks behind you.
You steady yourself, your mouth hanging open in disbelief and mounting rage.
The fucking bitch.
You feel the anger boiling over, burning your entire face beneath your mask, and before your rational brain can stop you, the bratty, defensive words come tumbling out of your stupid lips.
"I think the record was nine, actually. He made me come nine times before I had to beg him to stop, or I definitely would have passed out."
Neytiri's ears vibrate like two strikes from a rattlesnake, her eyes igniting with a fresh blaze of rage.
She releases a guttural, furious growl as she jolts up to her full height, propelling you backward with a violent thrust that sends you landing with a painful, bone-rattling thump on the rough stones beneath you. It knocks the wind clean from your lungs, the shock of the impact springing tears to your eyes—but you fight to hold them back as you scramble up onto your elbows, determined to keep your dignity intact.
"NEYTIRI!"
The sheer rumbling, reprimanding roar that comes from Jake's chest is enough to tell you he's seen enough.
His demanding presence commands both of your attention as he bridges the distance in a couple of swift, enormous strides, snatching up Neytiri's forearm in an uncompromising iron grip.
"That's enough. You'll hurt her," he growls, his dark brows shadowing his eyes as he leans over her with his ears pinned flat to his head.
Neytiri's yellow eyes turn wide and round as she stares up at him in surprise, the sudden shift softening the fierce lines creasing her painted face.
It's a brief, intimate glimpse into how she looks without her features hardened by such tumultuous emotion: beautiful, doe-eyed, and regally striking. As much as you hate to admit it, you can see why Jake was clinging to her like a lifeline when he first laid eyes on her back at the burning grounds of Bridgehead.
"I see you have feelings for this woman," Neytiri says quietly.
It's a blatant and vulnerable observation, and it nearly stops your beating heart.
Jake fills with stillness, his grip on her forearm tightening unthinkingly. You catch the white of his eyes as his gaze darts to the side and back—his throat bobbing, his mouth twitching.
"Look, Neytiri, I..." he starts, his hands coming down to her slender shoulders as he hovers over his heels. "It was lonely back there, alright?" His deep voice wavers as he stumbles over his words, his brows knitting together in growing desperation to explain himself. "I had no one, baby. She... she kept me sane. She cares about me. I thought—I didn't know if I'd ever see you again—"
CRACK.
The sharp slap of Neytiri's palm connecting with his jaw rings through the clearing like a gunshot. The blow sends Jake's face snapping abruptly to the side, his thick dreadlocks whipping through the air from the sheer force of the impact.
You gasp, shrinking back into the pebbles.
But before Jake can even process the strike—before he can press a hand to his throbbing, burning cheek—Neytiri sweeps in, trapping either side of his face between her long, painted hands as she lunges up to lock lips with him in a fiercely possessive kiss.
Jake's eyes fly wide as his head jerks backward in stunned surprise, and for a split second, you wonder if he's going to push her away. Be the voice of logic and cold, stark reason.
But his long, dark lashes flutter instead, surrendering like two helpless butterflies as his eyes fall closed at the feel of his wife's soft, plump lips on his for the first time in an eternity.
Your stomach curdles with a sour, liquid weight as you watch the fight drain straight out of his posture. The tension in his shoulders visibly melts away as his ears gradually lower in total, easy defeat.
The sharp line of his jaw rolls with hers as they ride the first sensual wave of the kiss, and Jake's hands find her slender waist in an instant, his fingers molding themselves around the hourglass dips of those lean curves that must be so excruciatingly familiar to him.
She presses her body up against his, anchoring him down as she slips her hands up around his neck to pull him deeper into the kiss.
"Fuck," Jake mumbles against her lips, his words coming out shaky, urgent, and muffled. "I missed you so much, baby. So—" kiss "—much."
His movements swiftly become sporadic, his jaw now grinding against her delicate one with hungry, desperate force as their faces tilt back and forth, his flat nose bumping over hers in a passionate, clumsy motion. His trembling fingers dart from her cheeks to her shoulders, not knowing what to do with themselves—tangling in her smooth, dark braids as they bury themselves behind her head to cup her like she’s the only breath of air left in his lungs.
Her hands fly to his hair as he suddenly collapses into her with his whole weight, his massive shoulders hunching to completely engulf her smaller frame. He loops his heavy arms around her waist, his palms sliding down the steep curve of her back to hook firmly under her small rear—delivering a hard, possessive squeeze right beneath her thrashing tail. With a low growl in his chest, he bends his knees and hoists her body flush against him, locking her hips tight against his in an embrace that draws a sharp, breathless gasp from her throat.
It becomes intimate. Ravaging. Very quickly.
You're frozen on your propped-up, hollow-feeling elbows, with no choice but to stare with your mouth hanging agape at the agonizingly painful yet breathtaking reunion unfolding right before your eyes.
They look like a fucking masterpiece together. The profile of two gorgeous, towering figures cut from the exact same cloth, devouring one another with a primal passion that leaves you completely undone.
As you lie there—dumbfounded and not knowing what the hell to do with yourself—a sudden, uncontrollable flood of warmth pools straight into the bowl of your lower belly.
You hate yourself for it, but it's already there. Dripping hot and syrupy into your groin as you watch her flip the switch in him with a single kiss. As you watch him lose his mind and ravish her slender body like an untamed beast.
Your cheeks burn crimson with sudden, flaming anger.
Anger at Jake for being so weak and giving in so damn easily. Anger that he reduced you to a side note—a temporary sanity check—right before his wife slapped the taste out of his mouth. Anger for having to witness something so devastatingly intimate while your stomach tightens into knots with a humiliating mixture of jealousy and slick desire.
The heat in your core only spikes sharper as a deep, familiar rumble resonates from the pit of Jake's throat. He releases a low, vibrational groan right into her mouth, and your body betrays you with a hard, involuntary throb right against your panties.
Fuck. It's one of your favorite sounds. The delicious, chest-deep purr of Jake stirring from his arousal.
From your low vantage point down on the stones, your eyes are drawn like helpless magnets to the heavy ridge straining against his loincloth, lifting to full, glorious mast as it presses up between them. The thick, unmistakable outline of that heavenly curve. The one that's stretched you to unimaginable limits and filled you beyond satisfaction countless times. The one you’d often go to bed thinking about with your fingers jamming frantically inside you.
He's weak for her. Weak, horny, and completely at her mercy.
Just like you are, getting shamefully turned on as you watch the display of fireworks exploding between them—unable to stop your body's biological reaction to something so invasively, sickeningly attractive.
Maybe Neytiri was right when she said he finishes too quickly.
Maybe he has a damn good reason to.
You shuffle on the sharp stones, grinding your thighs tight together to clamp down on the hot tightness throbbing between your legs as a small, raspy noise slips past your mask—a pathetic attempt to clear your throat.
It doesn't stir so much as an ear flick from Jake—completely submerged in her, his eyes squeezed shut as his mouth devours hers.
But Neytiri hears it.
Her ear twitches, and her yellow eyes snap open, dead-focused over his massive shoulder.
She pulls away from his lips with an abrupt, loud smack that echoes sharply over the rushing water. Jake lets out a ragged, chest-heaving breath onto her cheek, almost groaning pathetically at the loss of contact as his eyes slowly blink open to reveal huge, glazed-over pupils.
Her red war paint has smeared messily across his lower face—over his lips, chin, and cheeks—making him look like he's just feasted on raw prey.
Neytiri turns her attention to you with a smooth twist of her neck, and Jake immediately cranes down, delivering his hungry mouth to her throat instead—his tongue dragging over her soft, ash-painted skin like a starving creature trying to lap up every drop of passion she's ignited in him.
She peers down at you through heavy, crescent-moon eyes, her chest heaving beneath his relentless mouth. As he buries his face deeper into her neck, her lips curl into a slow, lazy smile.
It's a bitter pill to swallow as you stare at the corners of her plump, paint-smeared mouth lifting with the unmistakable grin of total victory.
She's proven her fucking point. Touché.
Her eyes suddenly flick down, tracing over your small, sprawled-out body until they land right between your legs. You follow her gaze—suddenly terribly self-conscious—to where your knees are bowed together, your boots splayed out against the pebbles.
You feel it like a heavy weight anchoring you to the ground: the betrayal of your arousal soaking heavily through your panties, triggered merely by the show she just put on.
You know that's why she's smirking.
Without once breaking your gaze, she places a flat, firm palm against Jake's forehead—slowly peeling his pandering lips off her throat. She slips effortlessly from his weakened grip, discarding him like a dazed fool as she starts slinking toward you, her hips swaying with a slow, predatory intent.
Oh, crap.
You scramble backward on your elbows, your boots skidding uselessly as your fingers dig into the cold, shifting stones beneath you.
But she’s too fast.
She drops into a low squat directly over your pinned legs, her massive, smirking face looming uncomfortably close to yours—close enough that you can smell the metallic tang of her paint, the sharp scent of river water, and the heavy, intoxicating musk of Jake's kiss clinging to her skin.
"What is it my husband likes so much about you, sky person?" she asks, reaching out to examine a strand of your hair between her four fingers. The question comes out far more genuine and curious than you expect, considering she was spewing pure venom at you just moments ago.
Your brain short-circuits under the pressure, and the brutally honest words spill out of your mouth without permission.
"Having my tits pressed against his prison cell window," you blurt out.
You wince instantly, your breath held tight in your throat as Neytiri's huge yellow eyes drop down to your chest, her gaze lingering over the small RDA stencil stamped right over your left breast.
You don't know what the fuck possessed you to commit such reckless suicide. Maybe it's the bitter jealousy of watching her snog the life out of Jake, or the adrenaline still humming through your veins from your own shamefully betraying arousal.
You instantly feel like the brat Jake always claims you are whenever you act out of line—the unruly version of you he'd throw over his knee on his hard cell floor with a sharp, uncompromising spank to put you back in your place.
You brace for the worst. You wait for her wrath to bear down on you again—for another staggering blow to the chest, one hard enough to crush your ribs and finish you off on the stones for good.
But before you can close your eyes, her hands snap around your wrists like iron cuffs. A sharp gasp is yanked from your lungs as she effortlessly hauls you off the ground, dragging you up until you're sitting upright right in her face.
"Then let me see," she sneers, a playful, dangerous glint dancing in her eyes.
She reaches down, her long fingers hooking into your placket, and pops open the entire line of your shirt buttons in one sharp, effortless tug. The fabric snaps open, your big breasts jostling from the force, and her pupils instantly expand at the sight.
You’re wearing a sheer, beige bra under your shirt—just a flimsy, sweat-wicking staple from your base locker—but from the way the playfulness evaporates from Neytiri's expression like steam off a hot iron, you'd think it's the most fascinating artifact she's ever seen. She tilts her head, her nostrils flaring slightly as she leans in suffocatingly close.
You recoil, clamping a forearm across your chest to cover your modesty, but she flicks your arm away with an annoyed twitch of her ears—treating your defense like a pesky insect.
Her long, ash-painted fingers fall straight over one of your cupped boobs, splaying out around the soft curve to give it an inquisitive, firm squeeze.
You wince as your nipple reacts to her touch instantly through the thin layer of fabric, stiffening into a hard peak right against her warm, foreign palm. Her hand is distinctly smaller than Jake's—though it still buries your entire breast—her touch softer, her skin lacking the rough, heavy callouses of his.
"Are all human breasts this large?" she asks absently, cocking her head to one side as her large yellow eyes track the wobble of your plush in her hand. Her ears swivel all the way forward with genuine interest, making her look less like an intimidating, bloodthirsty warrior and more like a curious cat inspecting a strange new species of prey.
"I—er, no... different sizes," you stutter, completely paralyzed as her other long hand glides up to cup your other boob.
She hums low in her throat, her tail sweeping in a slow arc behind her.
Without hesitation, she drags both thumb pads over the erect outlines of your nipples, giving your swollen peaks a light, testing pinch through the thin synthetic mesh.
A shudder runs down your spine. You try to keep your hammering heart steady as you dart a desperate, pleading glance over her shoulder toward Jake—praying he’ll step in and stop this situation from spiraling completely out of control.
But, once again, that doesn't seem likely.
You find him rooted to the riverbank a few paces away, his long, thick arms hanging like dead weights at his sides as he drinks in the sight of her touching you.
He stands perfectly still, motionless and subdued, but the dirty, unhinged hunger burning in his eyes is loud enough to scream.
You swear you've never seen such an intense shadow darken that hooded citrine gaze. Not even after all those reckless nights spent losing your mind with him under the gritty, clinical light of his prison cell.
Jake knows exactly how soft and pliant your pale, pink tits are. He knows how they feel when he shoves them together and buries his heavy, rough face in your cleavage. He knows the exact pitch of the gasps you make when he sweeps his hot, heavy tongue over your nipples—how the air is punched out of your lungs when he squeezes your waist just a little too hard.
And right now, the big bastard looks perfectly content to let his curious, commanding wife find out every single detail for herself.
You knit your brows at him, flaring your eyes wide in a frantic, silent plea for backup, but he doesn't move a damn muscle.
Instead, the corners of his messy, paint-smeared mouth curl up into a deeply amused, wicked smirk. And then—he shrugs. He actually fucking shrugs at you.
You can practically hear his drawl echoing in your head—You're on your own, sweetheart. Smug, low, and completely infuriating.
He isn't going to stop her. No fucking chance. Not with the way he's watching with his loincloth tented like the big, horny idiot he's been reduced to.
He's enjoying the view far too much.
Twat.
Your cheeks burn with hot, humiliated irritation at Jake, but Neytiri pulls your attention right back, reeling your eyes in like ropes as her long fingers quickly unlace the tight, woven band binding her chest.
The woven material drops into the gravel, and your breath is torn clean out of your lungs as her bare chest is exposed directly in front of your face.
Fuck, she’s stunning.
As stunning as you would imagine from looking at the rest of her elegantly sleek, lethal frame.
Her ash-painted under-boob glides upward in soft, effortless curves, flawlessly tapering into the dark, dusky peaks of her taut nipples. They sit against her sternum so effortlessly it’s as though gravity barely seems to touch her.
You can only imagine how weightless they must feel on her chest, and a sudden, sharp pang of envy hits you as you think about the days your own heavy, soft chest makes your back ache. It must be nice—
"Want to touch?"
Neytiri's voice drops into a soft, honeyed purr that snaps you instantly out of your head.
Without even thinking—completely under her lure and caught in a wave of your own growing curiosity—you reach up, splaying your small, apprehensive hands across the firm expanse of her chest.
You give her boobs a light, nervous squeeze. Testing the waters.
As you'd expect, they feel firm—far more solid and toned than your own yielding human breasts. Her nipples are thick and warm, almost rubber-like beneath your nervous fingertips. You give the dark peaks a tentative pinch, and a low, vibrational rumble vibrates straight through her sternum—the purr sliding heavily up her throat.
You drag your eyes up to her face, finding her gaze heavily lidded and locked onto your exploring hands, her full lips parted.
"Jake," she calls out lazily, not once breaking eye contact with you. "Come here and undress your human."
The spell shatters in an instant. Your heart drops into your stomach, a sudden, sharp spike of adrenaline flushing through your system at the reminder that Jake is—in fact—still standing right there, watching.
You retract your hands swiftly, blushing furiously as you swivel your gaze toward him.
Jake approaches with slow, heavy strides, his feet crunching against the river stones. His outline blots out the growing morning sun, throwing you into cool shadow as he sinks down onto his haunches, settling right next to Neytiri with a sharp flick of his tail.
As your eyes adjust to the light, they immediately fall to the red-stained corners of his mouth curling into a big, lopsided smirk at you.
It's a look that’s borderline dangerous. Feral. You find yourself gulping hard under the weight of his gaze, suddenly imagining those messy lips dragging across your bare skin, smearing his wife's paint all over you like a goddamn canvas.
"Shit," he chuckles darkly, his pupils so dilated they almost swallow his golden irises whole as his gaze flicks hungrily between Neytiri's bare breasts and yours. "Didn't see this coming."
He looks like he can't decide which cookie jar he wants to sink his hands into first, but he obeys his wife's command—reaching out to peel the fabric of your shirt off your shoulders.
With the two of them looming over you like hungry predators and Jake's massive hands completely dwarfing your frame, you suddenly feel overcrowded—too soft and too small, like an insignificant human toy they're taking turns playing with.
"I can undress myself, Jake. I'm not a fucking doll," you snap sharply, shrugging his grip off and shoving his hands away. Your push barely nudges his heavy arms, but it makes his sharp yellow eyes snap up to yours, the smirk instantly drying on his lips.
Neytiri lets out a shrill, delighted chuckle beside him, her ears perking forward in genuine amusement. "I see she puts you in line, ma Jake. Is that why you like her so much?"
"Yeah, she's a mouthy little one, alright," Jake murmurs, his gaze holding yours hostage with dark, challenging intent. His smirk returns with a wicked vengeance, pulling back his lips enough to reveal the sharp, predatory points of his fangs. "Easy to tame, though. Helps she's so damn small."
Your cheeks blaze with a fresh wave of heat.
"No need to be a dick," you mutter under your breath.
His jaw flexes, and a low, silent warning flashes across his eyes—a look that promises a brutal lesson the second he gets you alone. It's the subtle, stern look that makes your stomach flip with a sickeningly sweet rush of adrenaline. One you often find yourself purposefully pushing your luck for.
Without another word, he drops forward onto his knees, the river stones crunching heavily under his massive weight. There's no stopping his hands now—he strips your shirt roughly off your arms and tosses the crumpled scrap of fabric into the pebbles.
"All bark and no bite, aren't you, princess?" he smiles, crowding your body with his as he leans forward over your shoulders, purposeful pressing himself against you. You can smell the heavy musk of the long night lingering on his skin and feel the warm puff of his breath against your collarbone as his huge fingers reach behind your back—unhooking the clasp of your bra with the swift, practiced fluency he’s perfected.
"The mask stops her biting," he continues, getting carried away as your bra straps slip down your shoulders. "Though without a mask," he lets out a low, appreciative whistle, "God damn—"
He flinches as Neytiri smacks him with a sharp THWACK across the back, her ears flattening back and her nose crinkling in visceral Na'vi disgust at his crude human chatter.
But her annoyance vanishes the split second your bra slips off your shoulders and falls into your lap—leaving your plump, bare breasts completely exposed to the Pandoran air.
You feel a hot, betraying flush creep all the way down from your burning cheeks to your chest under the double weight of their dilated feline eyes.
They just stare, frozen in a suffocating silence so heavy you can hear every lap of river water against the pebbles, each second dragging out like an eternity.
"Pretty, ain't they," Jake marvels distractedly, finally breaking the spell.
A flicker of annoyance flashes across Neytiri's face again, and she sends him a scowl, her ears flattening as her tail snaps against the pebbles like a lit fuse.
But Jake doesn't care. He's completely gone.
The sight of your hard, pink peaks exposed to the open air—practically begging to be touched and sucked—fuels him to finish the job.
You lean back on your propped-up elbows to give him space, your strength evaporating as he wrenches your boots off, tossing them aside to free your hot feet.
It’s like a switch flips in your brain. A thick, syrupy haze settles behind your eyes, sinking into your limbs until you feel completely weightless, like you're floating underwater.
The sharp rasp of your zipper tearing open echoes loudly in the quiet. You watch through heavy eyelids as those big, blue hands hook into your waistband and tug your camo pants down your legs—stripping you all the way down until you're lying there in nothing but your damp, ruined pink panties.
Any lingering fight in you vanishes into thin air. You suddenly want nothing more than to let him do whatever the fuck he wants to you. To let him touch, use, and play with you exactly like the helpless doll you just feebly claimed you weren't.
Jake's had that terrifying, addictive effect on you from the very start. From the moment you first stripped for him behind the thick window of his cell—pressing your naked body flat against the cool glass until his dick was content.
He leans back on his heels, taking a deep, slow drag of air through his nose as he lets his admiring gaze sweep over your figure. Down the curved line of your waist. The soft flare of your hips. Over the damp stain on your panties wedged between your delicate, plump thighs.
You realize—with a sharp, twisting punch to the gut—that this is also the first time he's seen your body in the full, unfiltered daylight. Free from the dingy, grey shadows of his prison cell.
Neytiri glances over at him, her half-moon eyes sparkling with a dark, expectant curiosity.
"And the undergarment?" she purrs.
Jake remains motionless for a beat, his golden gaze heavy and unblinking.
Then he leans forward again on his knees, sending his massive hands crawling slowly up your bare legs.
You bite your lip to stop the embarrassed squirm from escaping as his long, rough thumbs graze along the soft skin of your inner thighs—working their way up in a deliberate, agonizing tease. Most of the time he's impatient—yanking your panties aside with a sharp, greedy tug when he’s desperate to play with you. But you can tell he’s dragging it out on purpose, loving every single second of putting on a performance for his wife's eyes.
His heavy gaze locks onto yours the moment his massive hands reach your hips, a few beads of his coarse dreadlocks falling forward to brush like velvet against your bare tummy.
Your breath hitches as his thumb glides deliberately over your folds—pressing his broad, calloused pad straight into the warm damp spot you’ve made in your panties, before sliding his fingers beneath the elastic waistband.
"Got yourself all excited there, hm?" he smirks, his voice dropping into a quiet, raspy murmur meant only for you.
"Shut up," you mumble back.
Your body obeys without a second thought—your hips lifting automatically as he glides the flimsy piece of pink fabric down your thighs and over your ankles. He tosses it aside, leaving you lying there, stark naked on the river pebbles under the open sky. The chill you’ve been fighting finally breaks through, making a violent shiver wreck your spine as the cool air wrings your nipples into tight, aching knots.
"Show me, Jake," Neytiri purrs from above, her tone laden with a dark, heavy silk that sets your blood on fire.
Jake’s attention is torn from your exposed body, his eyes dropping to where Neytiri is idly dragging a long finger along his inner thigh—brushing just bare inches from the thick, prominent bulge straining beneath his loincloth.
"Show me how you play with her."
His eyes dart up to meet his wife's, frozen for a beat as if processing the sheer wicked luck of her demand.
He doesn't need to be told twice.
His tongue sweeps over his lower lip as he reaches down. Before you can even react, his massive arms loop around your middle, casually hoisting your small frame off the pebbles as he settles back, pulling you squarely into a straddle across one of his thick, striped thighs.
Your hands land against his solid chest, and as you peer up from beneath your mask, your eyes fall straight into the magnetic pull of his big, hooded citrine ones.
It's like you're seeing them up close for the very first time all over again—transported right back to the moment you nervously slid into his lap on his cell floor.
Draped in the clarity of the wild Pandoran sunlight, his eyes are a constellation of new streaks, specks, and fascinating details you've never even had the chance to notice before. Rich, swirling tones of gold and topaz—dark flecks and light amber freckles that shimmer beneath the shade of his dark, intricate lashes.
Christ, he really is breathtaking. You could lose yourself in those eyes for days—drawn hopelessly into the deep, expanding black of his pupils.
You only realize you're staring like an idiot when his hands slide from your waist to your hips. Your breath hitches as he gives you a subtle, possessive tug downward—anchoring you flush against his thigh with a deliberate tease of pressure.
The warm, slick feeling of your bare pussy pressed tightly against his smooth blue skin sends a violent rush of involuntary pleasure surging straight up your spine.
A faint, barely audible whimper slips past your lips. It's a tiny, breathy sound that would escape any human ear—but both Jake and Neytiri's pointed, sensitive ears instantly twitch forward to drink in the noise.
Before your whirring mind can even process what he’s doing, Jake hunches over you, nuzzling his flat, broad nose greedily into your chest. The sudden weight forces you back, making way for his parted lips as they drop right over your tit, drawing the soft, plush weight deep into his hot, wet mouth with a hungry pull. A ragged gasp rips from your throat, your hands shooting up to clutch at the back of his neck to keep yourself from tumbling backward over his leg.
Oh, fuck.
Your head suddenly feels like a heavy weight on your shoulders as the tip of his broad, velvety tongue starts dancing over your nipple—swirling around your areola in slow, torturous circles before flicking over the hard peak with expert, practiced precision. Your neck goes completely limp, your head rolling back as a helpless, breathy moan is reeled straight out of your chest by his mouth.
"Mm, yeah," Jake mumbles, his low, purring voice wet as it vibrates right through his tongue and into the skin of your throbbing nipple. "She loves her big titties being sucked, don't you, sweetheart?"
He anchors you down with another subtle, hard tug onto his thigh, grinding your slick, hot folds flat against his rubbery blue skin. You bite down hard on your lower lip, trying to bridle the enthusiastic moan threatening to agree with him—acutely, terrifyingly aware that Neytiri is hovering mere inches away, drinking in every second of this display.
You catch her movement like a swift shadow in the edge of your vision, and you tilt your heavy head to risk a hazy, cautious glance.
Her golden eyes are completely blown out, her pupils expanding and contracting like camera lenses as she leans in dangerously close to where Jake’s mouth is rolling over your tit. Her ears give a subtle twitch each time it makes a wet squelch, her lips parting slightly as he delivers fresh, glistening coats of saliva—each stroke brushing your chest with the faint red hue of the paint daubed across his lower face.
At least his incredible mouth work is keeping her thoroughly entertained—and no longer actively contemplating tearing your throat out.
You suddenly flinch, a sharp whine hitching in your throat as Jake traps your sensitive peak between his fangs. He gives it a light, teasing nip before drawing the whole peak back into the hot cavern of his mouth with a low, rumbling groan—sending an intense jolt of heat pulsing straight into your groin.
Fuck, it feels so good...
Suspiciously good, considering you aren't even moving.
As you peer down past the thick, coarse mass of his dark dreadlocks, a sudden, breath-stealing realization hits you: he’s rocking your hips in the most discreet, agonizingly rhythmic motion. Back and forth, back and forth, his hands locking your pelvis tightly against the dense muscle of his thigh. It’s completely invisible from the outside—the only give-away being the subtle flex of tendons across the backs of his broad hands and the pale, white marks where his fingers bite deep into your hips.
Dry humping Jake—clothed or not—always made you fall apart in seconds.
Whether it was over his leg, his broad hand, or the tight material of his jumpsuit over his thick, heavenly, bulge, the sheer pressure of grinding against his warm, unyielding body never failed to snap your control in record time. It was a game to him—pushing you into an intense, breathless orgasm so fast you sometimes had to plead with him to slow down. He knows every single shortcut to unraveling your body, and the sly, cocky bastard is using every last bit of that intimate knowledge right now to show off just how effortlessly he can turn you inside out.
Possibly for his own twisted amusement. Probably because he wants to impress Neytiri.
His broad fingers dig bruisingly into your ass as he gives the dense, bunched muscles of his thigh a hard, deliberate flex straight against your pussy—sending a fresh, violent surge of heat straight up your spine that has you biting your lip raw to stifle a desperate cry.
He lets out a deep, rumbling purr as he shifts to your other breast, taking the neglected peak into his mouth with a far more frantic, greedy energy now, his tail giving a heavy thump against the stones behind him.
"Gonna come for me like a good girl?" he murmurs roughly against your wet skin—more of a command than a question—as his hands relentlessly drive your hips downward in quick, micro-jerks.
Your breath comes in ragged, shallow gasps as you get close. Through the haze, you catch Neytiri leaning in even closer—her blown-out yellow eyes darting greedily between his working mouth and your wrecked face, her full lips curling into a dark, utterly fascinated grin.
You squeeze your eyes shut as Jake jolts your pelvis with one last rough, merciless bounce on his leg—a final, devastating blow that snaps the tension like a dry twig.
"Fuck, Jake—" you seethe through gritted teeth as your lower abdomen clamps tight around the flaming knot of an unstoppable orgasm. Your legs lock uselessly around his heavy thigh, your nails digging deep into the back of his neck as you anchor yourself against the incoming explosion.
You erupt with a fractured, breathy moan as the climax slams into you—hard, fast, and completely unforgiving. Your eyes roll back, your mind spinning into complete weightlessness as the violent contractions flood your pelvis and melt your bones to liquid jelly. You desperately force yourself to picture Neytiri’s terrifying, lethal scowl—anything to keep from screaming his name into the open air in the filthy, desperate way your body demands.
Only when he's sure you're completely wrecked, Jake releases his mouth from your chest with a slick sound, immediately wrapping his massive, solid arms around your back to catch your collapsing body flush against his chest.
"Woah," he chuckles with a heavy, self-satisfied rumble—sounding genuinely breathless—his hot air puffing against the top of your head. "Doesn't take much at all, does it, princess?"
He tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear as he pulls your small, panting frame flush against his chest—resting your limp head beneath the sturdy shelf of his jaw, broadcasting just how desperately you need his frame like a solid support you in your post-climax haze.
Despite feeling completely fucked out with your hands slumped weakly around his neck, you roll your eyes with your brows furrowed. You pick up instantly on the quiet cockiness in his voice—that subtle, maddening streak of arrogance lingering behind his innocent tone.
He thinks he's so damn clever, playing surprised in front of his wife as if he didn't deliberately engineer the whole scene with his sneaky, maneuvering hands. Whoops, would you look at that! Made her come. God, he drives you insane. But right now, with your whole body melted into a warm, useless mush across his leg, you don't have an ounce of strength to stay mad at him.
Just as you're about to murmur a faint protest into the crook of his neck, you suddenly flinch—feeling a cool swipe of fingers drag across Jake's thigh right behind your bare ass, right over the sticky, wet mess you've left on his skin.
You peer back through heavy lids to find Neytiri bringing her dark fingers up to her face. She inspects the glossy, wet trail she's mopped off his skin before holding it straight beneath her flaring nostrils.
"She finishes quickly for you, ma Jake," she hums in contemplation, her pupils dilating at the intimate, tangy scent.
"Oh yeah," Jake teases, a low rumble vibrating in his chest as he boasts like a smug idiot. "Told you she loves it." He runs his fingers all the way up and down your bare spine—a subconscious, comforting habit he developed back in his cell—sending a fresh ripple of gooseflesh skittering across your skin.
Neytiri lets out a sharp, amused chuckle, her half-lidded golden eyes locking onto his with sultry precision.
"Not as much as you do, skxawng."
She glides forward on her knees, crowding effortlessly into the space between his broad thighs right alongside your trembling body. Cupping his jaw in one long-fingered hand, she tilts his head back and feeds her slick-coated fingers straight between his parted lips.
You've never seen Jake's cocky act crumble so fast.
"You like her taste?" Neytiri purrs softly, her voice dropping into a whirring, rhythmic melody that hums through the humid morning air—stirring your mind into a floaty, hypnotic trance as you watch her glide your arousal over his broad tongue.
His dark lashes look like they suddenly weigh too much as he gazes up at her like a man under a spell.
"Mm," he hums, his cheeks caving in as he sucks the heady taste of you straight off her fingers, his thick throat bobbing in a prominent swallow as his golden eyes roll shut. "Fuck, I do."
"Did she keep you satisfied, ma Jake?" she purrs, maintaining the slow, agonizing slide of her fingers against his lips as she glides to her feet, looming over him like an intoxicating goddess.
Jake's head tilts back automatically to follow her movement, his massive hand freezing uselessly against your back as he gives a weak, dazed nod.
"Did you touch yourself over this?"
She slowly slides her glistening, paint-smeared fingers from his mouth, reaching down to pull the side-knot of her woven loincloth. The braided cord slips free effortlessly, and the coarse patch of material drops straight to the river stones between Jake's splayed knees—leaving her in nothing but her leather riding straps.
His jaw falls slack, a weak breath escaping him as his gaze falls down to her heat staring him right in the face, glistening with a gleam of slick in the stark morning light.
Fucking hell. Even through your hazy, post-climax brain, a jolt of dirty curiosity surges straight through you—gawking up at her alongside Jake in absolute, breathless wonder and dark curiosity.
It glints in the stark morning light like a mesmerizing blue jewel. The smooth, deep cerulean of her folds contrasts sharply with the pale ash paint coating her skin—a breathtaking, intoxicating spectacle. Her swollen bud, a vibrant purple and far larger than any human’s, pulses prominently beneath her hood, sleek and perfectly primed for the heavy cock currently throbbing beneath Jake’s loincloth. You feel him shift against your knee under the fabric—rock-solid, twitching, and desperately begging to sink into her wet warmth.
"S-so much," Jake stutters unthinkingly, his throat bobbing in a rough, jagged swallow as he leans toward her right over your shoulder.
"Been missing how good you make me feel, husband," she hums. She takes one last seductive step forward, closing the distance until his hot, trembling breath ghosts over her slit. Cupping the sides of his face—her long fingers catching his twitching ears—she pulls him forward without a second's hesitation, pressing her wet cunt directly against his waiting mouth.
She lets out a wispy, shocked breath at the seamless fit of his lips against her, her tail curling tightly between her thighs as a sharp, uninhibited moan tears from her throat, her head falling back into the light. Jake’s eyes flutter as he locks greedily around her swollen clit. His whole frame giving a dip beneath you as his other shaky hand comes up to her hip, his chest heaving hard as he lets out a muffled, pinch-browed groan right into her pussy.
You've never seen anything so overwhelmingly arousing just inches from your face. It's enough to make you flush like a goddamn giddy schoolgirl.
Neytiri’s lidded siren act is gone out the window, replaced by something raw and feral as she immediately starts rolling her hips in greedy, desperate grinds against his mouth.
Jake is already obliging desperately. Submissively. You watch as his tongue slips out, lapping and sliding against her folds in tandem with her rhythmic thrusting before curling into a sharp, rigid point for her to ride on.
"Ma Jake, oeru teya si," Neytiri groans breathlessly, her long fingers buried in his dreads as she drives his head against her in a harsh, heavy rhythm. "Sìltsan ’evengan."
Her Na’vi makes no sense, but from the raw, purring tone of her voice and the way Jake's twitching ears perk up instantly, you know it's praise. It looks agonizing—the way she’s gripping his scalp so tight her knuckles are pale—but he’s clearly loving every second of it. His chest hums against your back in a deep, bone-rattling purr.
His massive hand tightens at your waist before sliding lower, engulfing your ass cheek in his hot, calloused palm, while his other hand digs deep into Neytiri’s hip—anchoring both of you to his heavy frame.
You sigh softly as his fingers begin to explore—groping you roughly before slipping between your thighs to trace slick, heavy circles around your entrance. Your eyes flutter shut, a small moan escaping your throat before you catch yourself and bite your lip raw.
Opening your heavy eyes, your lidded gaze travels down to the massive, leaking swell beneath his loincloth.
The poor thing looks achingly hard. The thick, rigid outline of his shaft twitches violently against the woven fabric, straining in a desperate search for relief.
It would be a sin not to help him out. Cruel, even.
Taking advantage of the fact that his hands are full and his mouth is currently occupied being wildly face-fucked by his untamed wife, you reach down in front of you. Concentrating hard with your tongue poked between your teeth, you work at the tricky side-knot of thin cord until it finally slips free, and the coarse material falls straight onto the river pebbles below.
The sheer heat radiating off his vein-ridged cock hits your knuckles before you even touch him. He groans in relief as it releases from the restraint, springing free with a heavy, recoiling bounce and settling into a thick, upward curve between his thighs. The bioluminescent spots trailing up his blue shaft pulse faintly in the light, the deep, flushed purple of his swollen mushroom head beading with a fresh drop of glowing pre-cum.
The sight of that huge, uninhibited Na'vi erection never fails to light your core like a goddamn furnace.
You bite your lip and reach for it.
The broad, glistening head is far too wide for your small human fingers to wrap around completely, but the instant your warm palm closes tightly over what it can manage, Jake lets out a desperate, muffled groan straight into Neytiri's wet core—the heavy vibration echoing through his chest and pulsing straight into your fingertips.
Neytiri lets out a particularly heavy, sultry moan of pleasure from above, but even her heady voice isn't enough to drag your eyes away from the glorious, throbbing weapon in your palm.
He twitches hard as you squeeze, applying a firm, milking pressure as you slide your cupped grip down the thick, heavy lines of his veins to the base—where his heavy, blue balls rest—before stroking back up, dragging his foreskin with your palm. You twist your grip over the flared edge of his broad head just the way he likes before pumping your hand back down.
It only takes two strokes to coax another ragged groan from his chest, his hips bucking in an involuntary spasm beneath you. His heavy thigh twitches violently between your legs as a fresh, hot bead of pre-cum wells from his slit—leaking in a thick, slick dribble over your knuckles.
Fuck. He’s practically at breaking point already.
Jake's endurance is usually extraordinary. Admirable, even. But you can hardly blame him for losing his mind when he’s trapped in a vise like this between his two women.
A wicked thought flits across your mind like a light bulb, lighting up your face with a savage, triumphant grin.
You can use this to pay him back for being such an arrogant show-off earlier. Give him a taste of his own medicine for once.
"Hm... what was that you said to me again, Jake?" you hum with a breathless, wicked smirk, pinching your lip as you watch your slick-covered fingers stroke up and down his rigid shaft. "Something about getting yourself all excited?"
His chest heaves violently as his cock throbs again in your palm. You know he heard you from the sharp way his ears clamp flat against his head—from how his facial muscles flinch as his mouth struggles to keep pace with Neytiri's demanding, grinding hips above him.
Without a second's hesitation, you haul yourself up by his broad shoulders. You swing your leg over his other thigh, squeezing directly into the narrow space beneath Neytiri’s hips to mount his lap in a full straddle. You reach down, guiding his heavy head to your entrance, and the moment the searing, wet tip brushes your folds, your eyes roll back. You moan softly as you glide his sensitive head through your slickness, making Jake's entire frame convulse beneath you before you slowly sink all the way down—swallowing his massive length whole.
A broken moan cracks from your throat as he slides in, stretching you deliciously wide—filling you so completely that your cervix takes the full, blunt pulse of his tip. With his cock buried snug and tight against your warm walls, you immediately start grinding.
"Jake," you groan breathlessly, your shoulder knocking into Neytiri's long leg as you roll your hips over his in a frantic, desperate rhythm.
"Fuck," he gargles, almost choking on her wetness as he tries to tear his face away from the sodden folds of her pussy. His head rolls back in pure, tortured agony—only for Neytiri to haul him right back down against her heat with a sharp, breathless hiss of disapproval.
His trembling hand drops from Neytiri's hip to the stones, fingers digging hard into the gravel for leverage, while his other hand claws violently into your waist.
He’s trying with everything he has to lock your pelvis still. To stop himself from cumming without even having chance to slide his dick inside his wife’s pussy for the first time in a year.
You keep riding him anyway, ignoring his frantic grip as you loop your arms around the back of his neck to pull yourself flush against him. Your inner walls clench hard around his width, and the delicious, slick friction of his massive shaft grinding over your clit winds a fresh, unbearable knot of heat deep in your lower belly.
"Jake..." you moan softly, nuzzling the hot skin of his neck right beneath his jaw. Your hand glides down his chest to his stomach, fingers splaying out to give his rock-hard, rigid abdominal muscles a possessive squeeze. "You feel so good inside me. Gonna cum for me?"
His whole body locks up. Every tendon in his chest strains as he stops breathing entirely.
Seconds later, pure panic takes over. He grabs your hips and shoves you off his cock with frantic, desperate force, tearing himself out of Neytiri's grip with a violent tremble in his voice.
"Oh fuck, ’eveng—ftang, stop, stop!"
His native tongue slips seamlessly into panicked English as he scrambles backward on his elbows—sending you tumbling off his lap to land straight onto your backside with a thud right by Neytiri's feet.
You watch with absolute, breathless astonishment as he clamps a broad hand around the head of his violently pulsing cock in a white-knuckled grip. His jaw is clenched so hard the muscles ripple along his neck as he lets out a low, agonizing hiss that sits right on the edge of torture and ecstasy—desperately choking back the explosion that was about to fill your pussy.
"Told you. He finishes too quickly," hear Neytiri murmur breathlessly from above.
You swivel your gaze up to meet hers. She glances down at you, her blown-out pupils swimming with a potent mix of heavy desire and dark humor. She sends you a sharp, playful wink, her full lips curving into an amused smile.
You can't help letting out a small, stunned giggle.
"Shit. You're nasty," you chuckle.
You glance back over at Jake, who seems to have successfully choked back his release without painting the shore. His broad chest heaves as he leans back on both hands, taking deep, jagged breaths to steady his racing heart as his pulsing erection bobs in frustration between his legs.
"Woah," you snicker, getting a massive kick out of throwing his own self-satisfied words right back in his face. "That didn't take much."
Neytiri lets out a sudden, snorting chortle above you, clearly entertained by your nerve.
But Jake isn't amused in the damn slightest.
His golden eyes are heavy, flat, and downright lethal as they lock onto yours. He gives you a slow, unimpressed shake of his head with his nostrils flaring. For the first time since you met her, you're genuinely glad Neytiri is here, standing between you both. He looks like he wants to tackle you straight into the river bank and tear you apart.
Your triumphant grin vanishes in a heartbeat as Neytiri drops to her knees right beside you. Her lips curve into a wide, predatory smile, her long tail whipping in a slow, hypnotic arc as she sinks onto all fours—crawling directly over you.
"Lie down," she commands—that velvety, siren-like purr returning to her voice with full force.
She presses a single, long finger into the center of your chest, effortlessly pushing you back onto your elbows—and then flat onto your back against the smooth river stones. Your knees hitch up automatically, your heart hammering against your ribs as she looms over you, leaving you panting, wide-eyed, and completely helpless beneath her gaze.
You gulp hard as you gaze up at her, tracking her face as she leans down to one of your breasts. Her dark braids trail over your skin like heavy silk as her wide, warm tongue sweeps out to drag a soft, greeting lick straight across your nipple—making you gasp.
Your brows pinch together as you watch her take the sensitive peak between her full lips in a careful, deliberate suck—the gentle, reverent attention of her mouth sending a fresh surge of heat straight between your legs.
You realize she's being purposefully, agonizingly tender with you now. It's sweet, and it stirs a brand-new, intensely electric ache deep in your lower belly.
"Neytiri..." you moan softly under your breath, testing her name on your tongue just loud enough for her to hear over the rushing river.
Her ears twitch forward instantly. She breaks away from your breast, lifting her head to lock her large, glowing yellow eyes onto yours.
A dark, knowing smirk curves over her full lips.
"Want me to finish you properly?"
Your stomach drops with a sudden, dizzying rush of butterflies.
"Yes, please..." you murmur, nodding as you gaze up at her through your heavy lashes. You try desperately not to nod too fast—trying not to seem completely insane with need, despite the tight, throbbing knot of tension between your legs that's still begging to be undone from riding Jake.
You peer past your own breasts as she slinks lower, shuffling on her knees until her head is settled right between your thighs—her hips hoisted in the air with her long tail swaying in lazy, hypnotic arcs.
She examines your slick center with the exact same intense focus she gave your nipples, her large, warm hands wrapping around your inner knees to gently spread your legs wide open.
Her breath is hot against your sensitive, swollen folds as she leans in, her long, pretty lashes sweeping low over her cheeks. You erupt with a sharp gasp, your whole body jolting as her soft lips greet your pussy with a tender, lingering kiss. She slides her broad hands further underneath you, scooping up your hips to lift you off the pebbles and tilt you to a better angle.
And then her tongue slips inside.
Your head instantly spins, snapping back with a hard crunch against the smooth river stones.
"Oh fuck," you whine aloud, your hands blindly clutching at the gravel beside you as her huge Na'vi tongue slots rapidly in and out of your slit—filling you entirely, sending a tremulous wave of liquid heat shooting straight up into your gut.
The obscene, soaking sound of her mouth cuts through the quiet rushing of the river, wrapping itself around your entire body. You moan eagerly, your back arching high off the ground as your thighs begin to shake under her gentle grip.
A deep, resonant purr rumbles from her throat directly over your swollen clit, vibrating her lips against your skin until she suddenly pulls your sensitive bud deep into her mouth. The tight, flawless vacuum pulls a breathless shriek right out of your throat, your eyes rolling helplessly back into your skull.
Just when your vision is going completely hazy—the canopy of giant trees above blurring into a feverish smudge of green under Neytiri's relentless, warm sucking—you snap back and near enough jump out of your skin as a massive shadow falls over you.
Your eyes snap open, your vision dialing in razor-sharp as your instinct kicks in—your trembling thighs clamping around Neytiri’s head like a vise.
It's the full, towering silhouette of Jake, blotting out the sky above you.
He approaches like a deadly predator out of nowhere—swift, fluid, and with eerie, terrifying quietness for his massive size. You catch the glow of his yellow eyes as you stare up from the stones—blown-out, pitch-black, and burning with an unholy level of sheer, desperate hunger as he watches the feast taking place between your legs without him.
Neytiri doesn't miss a single, agonizing stroke on your pussy—her dark lashes still resting heavy against her cheekbones, her lapping only growing more frantic as her hands push your tensing legs back down against the shore. It seems as though she's completely, blissfully oblivious to Jake's looming presence.
Then he drops with a heavy, gravelly crunch right behind her, his knees digging into the smooth stones as he splays a broad, blue hand over the curve of her slender hip, giving it a slow, possessive stroke. Her thigh twitches in response, her ears giving a sharp, subtle flick.
And her tail raises.
Oh.
Through your thick, dizzying haze of pleasure, you watch with filthy fascination as Jake takes hold of her swaying tail—his ears swiveling forward as he drags it to the side to admire the soaked, exposed heat he's about to claim.
He shuffles forward on his knees, broad hands gripping both of her hips now, thumbs anchoring tightly into her flesh as he aligns his hungry, slick cock-head right between her legs.
You've never seen anything quite as feral as the way Neytiri's hips lift high at the contact—her skin reacting with a visible, shivering ripple as she presents herself to him, completely submitting while her mouth works on you effortlessly, her eyes still closed.
Without a second thought—devoid of anything remotely human—Jake thrusts himself deep inside her in one brutal, fluid drive, locking his hips flush against hers with a harsh, ragged growl.
A sharp, gravelly gasp hitches in Neytiri's throat as her ears pin straight back—her pupils flaring blown-out and black as her big eyes flash open at the sudden, rough intrusion, but she refuses to pull away from your center. The sheer force of Jake bottoming out inside her drives her face down hard against your pussy. Her mouth collides with your hyper-sensitive clit in a sudden, intense impact that rips a high-pitched squeal straight from your lungs.
"Fuck," Jake bellows in pure, desperate relief, his chest heaving against her back as he immediately settles into a quick, feral rutting—a relentless rhythm of pure animalistic need and total physical dominance.
The muscles in his thick arms tense and ripple as he locks them out for leverage, pushing his full, heavy weight onto her, forcing her down in a tight clamp against his hips. The force of each brutal thrust drives her mouth down into your pussy over and over, knocking the breath from your lungs in short, desperate bursts with every heavy, chest-rattling slam.
He groans between his teeth, his voice becoming a broken, gravelly mess above you as he squints down at the obscene sight of his own cock pounding in and out between her ass cheeks.
"Mm yeah, just like that, Neytiri," he pants, driving in with an extra strong thrust and a grunt that sends her lurching into your pussy with a cracked whine. "Jesus Christ, I missed this cunt. Drove me near insane, baby."
His raw confession rattles right through her body, vibrating directly through your fluttering clit and straight out your mouth in a desperate mewl.
"Christ, baby," Jake whines again—getting mouthy, completely losing himself—his head rolling back, stomach muscles rippling as he shifts his knees and picks up his pace another brutal notch. "You feel so good, ma. So fuckin' tight n wet. God fucking damn, Neytiri."
You stare up at him through the thin, clear curve of your exopack, your breath fogging the mask in breathless hitches of disbelief and red-hot arousal as you watch raw worship contort his features. You watch him lose himself on the verge of orgasm the way you have many times before—only this time, it's different.
It's strange how you don't feel an ounce of jealousy hearing those words fall from his mouth. Hearing him moan her name like that. Only the insanely wicked desire that seeing him fuck his woman spills straight into your guts—sending an unbearable wave of pleasure coursing through your center right against Neytiri's hot, clamped mouth over your clit. You wail as you reach up to grab onto her head, anchoring your hands as your legs tremble beneath them both.
You're about to come, hard, and you want to hear Jake completely break for her while you do. To see him unravel and lose his damn mind over her.
"Say her name again, Jake," you moan urgently, panting furiously as you stare up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, your fingers shaking against Neytiri's soft braids while her relentless tongue keeps you hovering right on the edge of the cliff.
Jake's blown-out eyes snap straight down to meet yours. For a split second, shock flickers across his face to hear your breathless voice ask for such a dirty thing.
But it's instantly swallowed by an ungodly level of dark, heavy lust as his gaze locks into yours.
"Neytiri," he growls—the sound low, dark, and thick as treacle as it spills from his chest.
"Again, Jake," you groan, forcing your heavy eyes to stay locked on his—wanting nothing more than to hear that deep, stomach-twisting voice in your ears as your vision starts to blur with stars. As your inner walls begin to seize tightly with your incoming orgasm beneath the frantic, trembling lips sucking you.
"Neytiri," he flinches with a wavering whimper, sucking in a sharp, ragged inhale. His eyes clamp shut as his sharp feline features twist in a sudden, agonizing wave of pleasure from her walls clamping hard around his shaft.
It's the absolute last thread snapping in your gut, flinging you headfirst over the edge.
"Oh fuck, Jake, I'm coming!" you cry in a sharp, breathy wail, your lower back peeling off the gravel in a deep arch as you unravel beneath Neytiri's mouth. Your hands and thighs shake out of control as you lock your grip onto her braids in a vice-like hold.
The white-hot rush floods every vein in your body as you come brutally hard, her wide tongue dragging messily over your slit while her breath spills against your skin in rapid, jagged shudders—her own ecstasy peaking in a violent domino effect.
Before you've even finished riding the wave, Neytiri rips her head away from your center—flung into her own devastating climax, exploding with a fierce, guttural shriek that rattles your very bones.
"JAKE!" she growls vehemently, her ears pinned flat against her skull as her glowing yellow eyes roll back into her head. Her whole face hangs slack for a split second before screwing up into a fierce, teeth-baring hiss, her voice shaking the very pebbles beneath you as she seethes out, "MA JAKE!!"
Your vision spins through your visor like you're drunk as you watch the pure power and muscle of Jake fuck her through her climax from above, his breath coming in quick, shallow bursts as he hovers on his own razor-thin brink.
"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum in this tight pussy," Jake rumbles, letting out a shaky, urgent gasp. His golden eyes are completely glazed over as he stares fixedly down at the obscene sight of his slick thighs slapping violently against her ass—his heavy balls smacking against her wet cunt with every relentless drive. "Gonna fill you up. Gonna put a baby in you, princess."
Neytiri's massive frame goes slack, the powerful thrum of her heart hammering against her ribs like a giant hummingbird as she slumps heavily over your stomach.
But astoundingly, the raw force of Jake triggers a second wave—her body tensing back up instantly with another orgasm, her ears pinning flat as she erupts with another piercing, vibrating scream directly into your skin
"Good fucking girl," Jake hisses, his tight necklace straining against his throat muscles as he throws his head back and shouts through the clearing with the most dominating, thundering voice you've ever heard projected from a man's lungs.
"MMMFUCK!"
He slams in with one last earth-shattering thrust, the force sending you and Neytiri squealing and jolting forward, before he stills with his hips pressed tightly against Neytiri's ass. His stomach heaves in violent, panting waves, his voice reduced to a weak, broken moan as he unloads thick, hot ropes deep inside her.
Neytiri goes completely limp against you, her body convulsing in random twitches and spasms—her full weight with the added pressure of Jake pushing into her near enough crushing you into the stones.
"Oh fuck," Jake swallows roughly, giving one last relieved groan as he topples forward over her back with his hands against the ground, before his arms give way and his whole upper body collapses down on top of you both with the weight of a building.
"JAKE!" you rasp, squirming desperately and shoving at Neytiri's unmoving shoulder as the crushing weight of both Na'vi threatens to squeeze the remaining air right out of your lungs. "Squashed!"
"Shit—sorry, angel," he pants out, immediately pushing himself back up onto his shaky, unstable knees to relieve the heavy pressure on your chest.
Neytiri finally stirs from all the frantic movement, dragging her long limbs up onto her hands with a heavy, deeply relieved sigh.
She gazes down at you with hooded, glassy eyes. Her ears droop low at the sides of her head, her features resting completely slack in a loose, sleepy expression of total satisfaction.
Her full lips curve into a slow, lazy smirk as she looks down at you.
"He fucks well, no?"
Hearing that word spill so casually from her mouth in the soft, rolling lilt of her Na'vi accent makes your own lips curl up into a broad grin, laughter bubbling up warmly in your chest.
She sits back up on her knees, pressing her back flush against Jake's broad chest as she tilts her head back to look up at him. He leans down with a deeply content, lopsided grin, his broad blue hands wrapping around her waist to pull her close. Their lips lock in a slow, sweet kiss, and Neytiri lets out a low, vibrating purr directly into his mouth.
“Oe ngar txoa livu?” Jake purrs deeply against her mouth, his broad chest rumbling as his fingers trail over her wet, cum-filled pussy right where he's still buried inside.
“Ngaytxoa, ma Jake,” she whispers. “Oel prrnentì new.”
His tail sways lazily behind him as he takes her lips in one more tender kiss, letting out a soft, deep exhale through his nose.
As she starts to peel away, Jake blows out a long breath and takes his sensitive, softening shaft in his broad hand—slowly gliding it all the way out of her. It pulls a generous wave of cum with it that spills in heavy drops onto the river bank, leaving his thick, spent cock hanging heavy between his thighs.
You watch lazily as Neytiri crawls a short distance away, finding a sunny spot on the pebbles where she rolls straight onto her back—hugging her long knees up to her chest with a contented sigh as her eyes drift shut.
The second she’s settled, Jake’s massive hands come straight for you.
He has the absolute dorkiest, most hopelessly satisfied grin plastered across his face as he leans over you. With effortless, gentle strength, he scoops you straight off the ground and pulls you flush against his chest—his thick, striped forearm forming a warm, solid seat beneath your bare backside as he cradles you close.
"I wanna kiss you," he murmurs, nuzzling his massive, warm face directly into the crook of your neck while his tail sweeps lazily over the pebbles behind him. "Why'd you have to wear a damn mask when you look so hot and undone?"
"Jake," you giggle, squirming against the ticklish press of his lips and warm breath against your skin before darting a quick, cautious eye down at Neytiri on the bank—still half-expecting that fierce warrior to suddenly pop up and swat you both.
"What did she say?" you whisper into his ear.
"That she forgives me. And she likes you," he grins softly. His broad blue fingers gently sweep a disheveled strand of hair away from your face, his thumb absentmindedly tapping the battery display on your exopack to make sure your air supply is still good.
"I did not say I like her," Neytiri's voice suddenly mumbles from below you on the riverbank, her eyes still tightly shut, though you catch the absolute faintest hint of a smirk fighting to break out at the corner of her lips.
You huff a breathy laugh, glancing back up at Jake. He's still grinning down at you, giving you a nod as if to say: See? She does.
You furrow your brows as you suddenly clock what she's actually doing down there, snapping your eyes back over to where she's rocking gently in a curled ball with her knees held tight to her chest.
Wait, is she actually trying to let his cum take?
You snap an utterly baffled look back up at Jake, your eyebrows practically hitting your hairline.
He lets out a low, rumbling chuckle, reading your exact thought instantly.
"Always room for another," he shrugs with a lazy grin.
"What," you breathe, your mouth falling open in sheer disbelief. "Jesus, Jake, you've only just got here and you're already breeding like animals?"
"Welcome to Na'vi life, sweetheart," he teases, giving your bare ass a playful, reassuring pat. "Besides, you heard the boss. She said I fuck well. Can't let all that hard work go to waste now, hm?"
You shake your head, chuckling. "Well, if you have a baby, I'm calling it my baby, too. I was involved," you point out. "Very involved."
"That is enough," Neytiri says abruptly, sliding up and getting effortlessly to her feet. "Clean yourselves up."
You try not to gawk at the thick stream of cum that trickles messily down her paint-smeared leg as she walks off toward the water by Sa'ata.
Jake shifts his weight beneath you, clambering to his feet while keeping you cradled tightly against his chest. You feel the heavy, solid thud of his footsteps vibrating through the pebbles as he carries you across the bank to where your clothes lie in a crumpled pile.
"Get dressed," he orders, his voice dropping into a deep, warm register as he sets your feet on the cool stones and snatches up his loincloth.
"Alright, bossy," you tease. "Easy for you—you only have one skimpy-ass thing to tie on," you mumble, hooking the clasp of your bra together before spinning it around and slipping your breasts into the cups.
Jake lets out a low laugh, his ears flicking back in amusement as he swiftly ties the cord around his hips before crouching right in front of you. His eyes flick down to your chest before returning to your face.
“Can’t deny I’d like to see you in Na’vi clothes,” he smiles, giving you a lingering look. "Neytiri's got me whipped, I can't deny that," he chuckles, running a rough, possessive finger over your shoulder, along your collarbone and up to your soft, pale neck. "But I can still be as bossy as I want with you, sweetheart. So you better behave around me."
Your heart skips a beat as you stare back at him with your bra straps hanging at your shoulders, your bottom lip unthinkingly slipping between your teeth.
He swipes a thumb over the side of your head with a grin before standing and turning to make his way over to Neytiri. “Get a move on. Kids’re gonna love meeting you,” he tosses back over his shoulder.
You stand there for a moment, watching after him, a sudden beam spreading across your face at the thought of getting to meet his kids. You try to imagine what they'll be like—wondering if they'll be just as cheeky and humorous as he is.
You close your eyes, feeling the growing heat of the humid morning sun sink into your skin. You listen to the gentle splash of water, the chirps and calls of nature from the thick tree line, and the subtle sound of the couple conversing in soft Na'vi as they wash the evidence of the morning from their skin.
You glance at Jake’s beautiful, broad, striped back. At the way he looks at his wife as he talks to her. At how he’s trying hard not to grin like a complete skxawng, as she called him.
Seeing him happy like that is something you could easily get used to.
He glances back over his shoulder, sending you a brief look with his brows arched, a silent command to hurry the fuck up unless you want your exopack to run out.
You spring to action, pulling your panties up your legs with a megawatt smile on your face.
POV: Jake walks in on you pleasuring yourself, he decides to help you out.
Warnings: NSFW 18+, masturbation, fingering
Credit: Voice model by Reytiri. Editing, pacing, sound design, and final arrangement by zerlinity / safeyasully.
Holy shit guys, this one took FOREVER and I’m so sorry. But for good reason! This is the most long and detailed audio I’ve done yet, and I’ve been slowly improving with each one I make. Starting to introduce so many new SFX here.
A couple of weeks ago I asked you guys to help me with the script, and I sincerely can’t thank everyone enough for wanting to contribute to my work! Here’s to everyone who helped me or volunteered to contribute to this project in some way: @tigerpetals @noaxv087 @teavhoney @fangirlingoverstufff @aswilder97 @wiilddogs
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(Recom) Lyle Wainfleet x varang younger sister. Let’s say while miles is with varang, Lyle finds himself with varangs younger sister. Sister is the same way as varang just maybe more calm. Some smut maybe? If you can’t do this please let me know so I can ask someone else! - 🤩
Why hello again dear Anonymous! Funny thing, I thought about you the other day and wondered if you'd appear again. I am happy you have! Here is what I've got for you.
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Playing with Fire
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>>> Lyle POV, Mangkwan, Varang's sister is a tease, Lyle fighting for his life lol, fingering
Pairing : Recom Lyle Wainfleet x Varang's Younger Sister
Word count : ~ 1.5k
Quaritch had left with Varang to do God knows what (quite frankly, Lyle didn't really want to know), leaving him alone in the hut with Varang’s slightly younger sister.
Needless to say, Lyle didn't feel the most comfortable there.
Fuckin' bullshit.
He turned towards the tent's entrance. "I'm out." he said drily, not caring to turn back as he reached for the tent's flap.
"You are not."
Lyle froze.
"What?" he said as he turned around in disbelief.
"You are not leaving." Varang's sister replied back, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Her voice was smooth like Varang's, just slightly higher. "Not yet."
Lyle scoffed. No wonder the sister would also be a nutjob. The whole clan was batshit crazy. He still couldn't figure out how Varang had even gotten the colonel so wrapped around her finger.
"You think you can tell me what to do the same way your sister does with my boss?" he rapidly fired back.
She smiled sweetly. "No." she said slowly, as though she was savouring the way the word felt in her mouth. Lyle could see her tail swaying behind her.
It felt like he was being stalked like prey.
Her gaze never left him as she gestured towards the fur pelts on the ground. "Sit, Sky Man La-yil."
"It's Lyle." he quickly corrected.
He still hadn't moved a muscle.
"I know." she purred. Lyle could see her fangs peeking out as her smile grew wider. "I will say it correctly once you sit."
He swallowed thickly. He didn't know what was happening, but he'd have to roll with it.
At least he had his gun.
He let go of the tent's flap, retreating back into the semi-darkness as he cautiously made his way to the pelts that were at her feet, sitting down in the dense and soft fur.
"Very good... Lyle." she murmured.
Hearing his name said in such a manner made Lyle's heart skip a beat.
The tip of his tail unfurled restlessly behind him. "What do you want with me?" he asked. He had little patience for playing games.
"I find you... fascinating." she whispered as she crouched down in front of him. Her large golden eyes darted across his face and body, studying and scrutinizing every little detail. It wasn't the answer Lyle had expected, but at least it seemed... sincere.
She leaned forward, getting on all fours to be closer to him. "You demons fascinate me..." she said quietly, trailing off as she reached for his shirt, her fingertips grazing the foreign material with unexpected care. "Your scent, it reminds me a bit of my people." she added.
"How so?" Lyle asked. He was genuinely curious. When he'd waken up as a Recom, one of the hardest things to overcome was the assault on the senses. The sounds, the lights, the pheromones, the smells... A Na'vi body could perceive much more of its environment than a human, and it had taken a while to adapt to it.
Varang's sister had a fond smile on her face. "The metal." she said quietly as she watched her fingers trace along the thick shoulder strap of Lyle's rifle. She seemed to be deep in thought, memories dancing behind her eyes.
She looked up at him. "You taught Zari how to use one of these. Will you teach me too?"
Lyle found it curious that she asked him to teach her instead of commanding him.
He shrugged. " 'Course." he said.
He saw no issue in that. If the Mangkwan already had access to guns, might as well show how to use them properly lest they accidentally blow his damn head off.
"Hmm... Good... Lyle." she purred, holding onto his shoulder strap as she crawled further onto his lap.
Lyle felt himself stiffen. She was getting close, incredibly close, and he had not anticipated this.
Truthfully, he hadn’t known what to expect.
From this distance he could see every scarification bump itched into her skin and the powdery texture of the ash that adorned her slender body. If he squinted hard enough, he could even see the faint glow of the bioluminescent spots that hid underneath. Lyle could only describe her scent as smoke and heat, a thick and powerful aroma, along with what his instincts told him were arousal.
Interesting.
She glanced down at his lips. "Very... very good." she repeated as she leaned further in. Lyle resisted recoiling back, his entire being stiff as he watched her approach, until she was so close that he felt her lips brush against his. It was the faintest of caresses, just the tease of skin against skin, and Lyle suddenly felt embarrassed at the surge of sensations that overtook him. Varang’s sister was delicate, but certainly not weak. She was calculated and precise in her words and movements.
The combination excited Lyle more than he’d like to admit.
He knew that this was a dangerous game he was getting himself into. Varang and her little sister were precise and deadly.
Just like his favourite sniper rifle.
His eyes fluttered close as a shallow exhale left him. He had been certain that she would kiss him and yet... he hadn't pulled back.
"You are confused." she said, seemingly amused. Her warm breath fanned over his lips, her voice quiet and mellowed, just like a soothing caress.
Lyle felt warm all over.
Everything about this damn woman was like a caress.
The warmth of her hand on his chest vanished as she grasped his wrist, her four slender fingers gently tugging his hand forward.
His eyes snapped open.
She was looking intently at him, chin held high and eyelids heavy.
“Here... feel me." she said as she sat back on her heels, guiding his hand towards her loincloth.
In that instant Lyle felt powerless, watching with bated breath as their hands disappeared behind the small piece of leather. Underneath he could feel another cloth, one that hugged her form, just like a pair of underwear would.
“Feel me.” she insisted, bringing Lyle’s attention back to her as she pressed his fingers against her cloth, pulling some of the material aside to expose herself for him.
Her skin was soft and she was very, very wet.
Lyle instantly felt himself harden in his pants.
“Fuck.” he rasped, his throat suddenly very dry.
Amusement flickered in her eyes.
“Hmm… Sky Men and their mysterious words…” she hummed, enjoying the sensation of Lyle’s touch.
He was exploring her folds, spreading her slick as he gently rubbed his fingers up and down. She felt soft and plump, and Lyle had to fight back the urge to push her down against the pelts and bury his face in her cunt.
What was taking over him?
He forced himself to push the thought aside, distracting his mind by brushing his fingertips along her entrance.
Lyle wasn’t too surprised to discover that she felt just like a human woman, his own genitalia being like his own when he was human. It had certainly been a relief when he’d woken up as a Recom.
He brushed her entrance again, watching closely to see if she would pull back from his touch. To Lyle’s delight, she cocked her head as she curiously watched him back, spreading her knees a little wider.
Fuck that’s hot.
Suddenly Lyle wished he could slide his cock deep, deep inside her.
He fought back against his urges again, instead settling to slowly press a finger into her wet heat, feeling the thick wall of muscle both clamp and stretch around the single digit.
She let out the smallest, almost imperceptible gasp as Lyle sunk his finger in to the knuckle. Her tail was now excitedly thumping against the ground, the sound muffled by the furs.
Lyle wanted to fuck her senseless.
A deep growl escaped him.
Goddamnit.
“Ah, one must learn to control their desires, Sky Man.” she said. Her smooth voice made it all the more difficult for Lyle to resist her.
He wanted to sink his teeth into her delicate neck. “Trust me baby, I’ve been holding back.” he said, voice raw with desire.
Her slender fingers wrapped around his wrist again. “Nonetheless.” she said as she started tugging on his wrist. Lyle watched in confusion as she fully pulled his finger out and got up on her feet.
Had he gone too far? Upset her? Would there be repercussions on their alliance with the Mangkwan?
Quaritch would kill him.
He scrambled to get up after her.
“Hey, are you alr—“
She pressed a gentle, yet firm, hand to his chest. “You are free to leave.” she said simply.
Lyle wasn't too sure what to make of it.
Her gaze was soft as she watched him, a small smile on her lips.
He wanted her in his arms.
He was completely confused.
She gave his chest a pat. "Do not worry." she assured him. “Go.” she insisted, pushing him towards the tent's exit.
"Okay." he said dumbly, stumbling back. He couldn't conjure up anything else to say.
At least it made her giggle.
“I will have you, Sky Man.” she told him as he stepped out into the sunlight.
Maybe he hadn’t messed up after all.
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Got some Lyle for you baby 😘. Perhaps Lyle has a chair pulled back from a computer terminal, boots kicked onto another chair or the edge of a desk, waiting for Quaritch to finish talking with command or for the next mission upload, he’s bored as hell, cussing out Quaritch in his head, but you decide to pay him some much needed attention, climbing onto his lap, got your shirt off, look and he’s just playing with your tits admiring your body, and you’re just grinding down on his hardness, “Nngh, Shit, princess, god damn…such a fucking tease”, he’d grunt in frustration.…. You imagine the rest 😉
Hello sweet Anonymous! Calling me "baby"... I love it! Thank you for sending in my very first Lyle request. For this one I decided to write it from Lyle's POV... What really goes on in a jarhead's mind when a pretty girl ends up in his lap?
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Smutty Request - Lyle
Word count : ~ 3.2 k
Pairing : Recom Lyle Wainfleet x (female) Recom Reader
What the fuck was taking so long?
Lyle kicked his feet up on the desk next to him, flecks of dirty falling from his boots.
Fuck it.
If anyone dared reprimand him, he could easily smash their head into the ground anyways.
The door to the room opened with a quiet hiss.
"Boss, I got-" Lyle started, his words dying in his throat when he looked up.
It wasn't the colonel.
It was you.
"Oh." he blinked. "Hey." he muttered, promptly bringing his attention back to his datapad.
"Hey" you greeted, walking up to him.
Huh. You smelled good.
"Not gonna put your dirty feet down when a lady walks in the room? Chivalry really did die a century ago, didn't it?" you teased, a sly smirk on your lips as you grabbed his legs and shoved them off the desk in one swipe.
His feet landed on the floor with a hard thump. "Woah!" Lyle exclaimed, arms out "You lookin’ for trouble or what?” he instantly barked back, making a show of quickly getting up and puffing his chest out at you.
Your brows shot up, a bewildered look on your face. “You’re kidding me, right?—” you asked loudly. Oh you were mad alright. Lyle knew you were, because your voice would always shoot up a few decibels whenever you were pissed. “—I was just messing around. What’s wrong with you?! I can even smell how irritated y—“
Lyle couldn’t hold back his smile anymore.
You paused.
“What?!” you shouted.
Lyle just kept staring at you, smile still plastered on his face. You were a smart girl. He knew you’d figure it out.
Your features softened as you caught on.
“You are such a dumbass I swear!” you laughed, playfully shoving him.
You were pretty when you laughed.
And your hands had felt nice on his chest.
Oh boy.
“Man, you should’ve seen the look on your face!” Lyle added, chuckling along with you. He needed to distract himself. “Totally worth it.”
You kept laughing for a while, but pretty quickly your laughter died down, and you were both left standing awkwardly in front of one another. It's not that you weren't close - that, you were - but for some reason something felt a bit off today.
You were a bit shorter than Lyle, which forced you to slightly lift your chin up to look him in the eyes.
Fuck that was cute.
Fuck.
“Seriously though, today you smell… annoyed? Irritated? What’s going on?” you asked him quietly, squinting as you studied his face.
Those damn pheromones. Always giving everything away.
Lyle hated it.
“I’m waiting after the colonel and it’s taking fucking forever. How much shit is there to discuss with Ardmore?” he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. He walked over to the window. “Chain of command bullshit. Quaritch would’ve done better than her.” he muttered.
Rain was coming down hard outside, violently shaking the trees, making the leaves fall and whirl around in the wind.
You were both quiet for a moment.
“Forever loyal, Wainfleet.” you murmured from somewhere behind him.
He huffed. “Yeah…”
Water trickled down the window in long, rapid streaks, a sharp contrast to the soothing pitter patter of the rain.
Lyle startled as he felt something tugging on the back of his shirt.
“You’ve got something on your shirt.” you mumbled in concentration.
Lyle stayed still, unsure of what to do with himself. It felt kind of nice, your lithe hands doing God knows what on his back. Lyle didn’t really care about his polo — he always took good care of his uniform so he wasn’t worried — all he knew is that feeling you so close to him felt good. He had his ears plastered back, instinctively trying to pick up on every little sound and move you made. Even his tail had stilled, frozen as if any movement could make you scuttle away.
You sure were taking a lot of time fixing whatever it was on his shirt.
He took a slow breath, waiting patiently for you to be done.
Something caught him off guard.
Your scent had changed.
Was that a faint odour of… arousal?
Lyle smiled to himself.
There was definitely nothing on his polo.
“So, what’s up with my shirt?” he asked.
Let’s see what you’d come up with.
Your fingers froze. “Oh. Hum. Just, like, a stain…” you started scratching on his shirt again. “You know, something got stuck on the material and I’m just trying to scratch it off.” you invented.
Lyle’s smirk grew. “Let me see.” he said as he started to twist around, reaching for his shirt, trying to catch a glimpse of said stain.
“I’m almost done!” you blurted out, grasping the material.
Lyle paused. “Oh really? It’s stuck real good, huh?” he teased.
“Yeah…”
Your scent had changed again, a mix of arousal and nervousness now filling the air.
Adorable.
He cocked his head without fully turning around. “There’s nothing on my shirt, is there?” he asked, voice low.
You stayed silent.
Lyle slowly turned around until he was fully facing you. The tip of his tail gave a few excited flicks. You were looking up at him, the faintest of blushes on your cheeks. An odd sense of satisfaction swelled in his chest. He had caught you real good.
"Yeah, that's what I thought." he mumbled smugly, letting his eyes trail where he usually wouldn't.
A few dirty images came to Lyle's mind as he tried to imagine what you looked like under those clothes.
He didn't brush them away.
You chuckled. "You caught me,—“ you admitted, your voice dropping down to a whisper "—but you know what? You liked it."
Now that shut him up. Lyle wasn't used to women being so forward with him. Usually it was the other way around, with women pretending to not throw themselves at him when they'd see him in his uniform, batting their lashes and playing with their hair.
You, however... You had a certain glint in your eyes.
Just by working with you for several years Lyle had already known that you were a cunning woman, but in this moment he could see the mischief in your eyes, smell your arousal and feel the desire that was emanating from you. The combination was dangerous. Challenging. It was a breath of fresh air.
Lyle loved it.
You reached out, fingers playing with the hem of his shirt. "Ah? Cat's got your tongue?"
Lyle smirked. "You really think it's that easy to shut me up?"
A grin spread on your lips too. "Oh, I know it is." you challenged.
Lyle's brows shot up. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." you quickly shot back, your expression darkening in anticipation.
"How about-"
"How about you sit and I'll show you how it's done." you cut him off.
Oh fuck.
With a chuckle, Lyle threw his hands up in the air in mock surrender as he walked back to the desk chair.
“Have fun princess. I’m all yours.” he mocked as he sat down.
“All mine? Princess?” you purred “Gosh, spoiling me, aren’t you?” you teased as you slowly walked towards him.
Lyle couldn’t help but notice the way your hips moved, your braid swaying behind you with every step you took. Your movements were slow and languid, like a feline relishing in the prey it had caught during its hunt.
How had he never really looked at you like this before? You were stunning, mesmerizing like a feline stalking it's prey.
If he had to be honest, you were kind of intimidating too.
The image of you in your AMP suit during the Battle of the Hallelujah Mountains flashed in his mind. You had always been intelligent and fierce. Just like you were now.
Lyle felt himself stir in his pants.
You placed a hand on his chest as you circled him, stopping behind. You were gently pawing at his firm chest, clearly enjoying the feeling of taut muscle under your touch. He then felt your hand trail further up, exploring the smooth skin of his neck, all the way to his jaw. It felt like you were mapping out every dip and ridge of his physique. It was electrifying.
Goddamn, he was hard. He was completely erect at this point, creating a very obvious bulge in his pants. Lyle would’ve been embarrassed… if he’d even cared about anyone catching you. After all, it wouldn’t be the first time he’d messed around where he shouldn’t.
Suddenly he didn’t mind how long the colonel took.
Lyle felt a second hand on him now, softly wrapping around his throat, before seeing both hands slowly travel down his chest. You were still behind him, bending over him as you worked your way down to the tent in his pants. He could feel your breasts pressing on the back of his head as your hands teasingly glided down his body.
Fuck.
“Hmm. Would you look at that. Lyle Wainfleet has a hard on just for me.” you whispered, massaging around his cock.
Lyle felt like you were completely enveloping him, with your hands on his thighs, your body behind him and your breasts against his head.
You also smelled really, really fucking good.
He just had to have you.
Lyle felt the hairs on his arms raise and a low growl escaped him. He turned his head as best he could, nuzzling his face in your breasts as he reached up to bury his hands in your hair. Thankfully you were wearing a tank top, which meant he could put his face right into your cleavage. Your breasts were of a decent size — although Lyle liked them big and small, he wasn’t fussy — and they felt soft under his lips. His tongue darted out, licking and leaving open mouthed kisses on any piece of skin he could reach. It was messy, because of how he was practically squeezing you between his mouth and large bicep, but he didn’t care. He needed the taste of your skin on his tongue, your breath against his skin.
You gasped.
He liked that sound… What else could he do to hear it?
“Come on princess.” he mumbled against your skin, lightly tugging on your hair “Come sit on my lap.” he demanded.
Interestingly enough you quickly obeyed, getting up and sliding a leg over him. His hands immediately found your hips, watching you with a sort of admiration as you settled in his lap, your weight and warmth feeling like heaven against his clothed cock. He let his hands slide up your back, exploring how your slender figure felt in his arms as he pulled you in for a kiss. Your mouth instantly parted open for him — just like a good girl he thought — and your fangs lightly scraped against his tongue as he slipped himself inside. Your arms were wrapped around his neck and you were almost imperceptibly grinding down on him.
You were holding back.
Hell no.
His hands slipped under your shirt, slowly making their way up to your bra.
You pulled back to look at him. “Lyle, I don’t know—“
“If someone catches us, what can they do? Hmm?” he asked softly as his hands didn’t stop, fingers deftly unclipping your bra. “We’re fuckin’ Recoms baby. No one’s touching us.”
Your breath caught in your throat as the garment popped open. You blinked. “That’s… That actually makes sense.” you mumbled.
“Exactly.” Lyle whispered, lips going to your shoulder. “And weren’t you supposed to show me ‘how it’s done’ ?” his voice was quiet as he trailed his lips along your smooth skin.
You gasped as Lyle brought his hands over to your breasts, gently cupping and massaging them under your shirt and open bra. “Yes.” you whispered distractedly, letting your eyes close as your head lulled back.
He was peppering your shoulder and clavicule with light kisses, but somehow instinct pushed him to continue his way further up, all the way to the delicate area right under your ear. The heady scent of your arousal was at its strongest there, and it hit Lyle in a way he had never imagined. It was powerful, suddenly making his mind melt. He felt like he was tasting you, the scent filling his nose and mouth, but it wasn’t enough.
He needed more.
He needed to have you completely to himself.
“Lyle?” your quiet voice cut through his thoughts.
Lyle hadn’t realized he was growling, hands harshly squeezing your breasts.
His eyes fluttered open as he rapidly pulled back. “Sorry baby.” he said, voice barely above a whisper. He felt like he was in a haze. “Shit, did I hurt you?” he asked as he let go of your breasts. He hadn’t realized how hard he’d been gripping you.
“I’m okay.” you said softly.
He hummed. “Good, ‘cause I don’t wanna hurt you-“ he took a deep breath, hands making their way downwards “nah… I wanna make you feel real, real good. A pretty girl like you with amazing tits deserves the best.”
His hands cupped your ass, guiding you to grind down against his erection.
The smallest of moans escaped you.
Your thighs and pussy were nice and warm, even through your clothes, and for a moment it made Lyle wonder how long he would last if he were inside you.
He pressed his cheek against yours, lips close to your ear. “If we weren’t in this stupid office… I’d be licking your clit as we speak.” he whispered.
You let out a sharp exhale “My God, Lyle...”
Were you appalled? Maybe, but you didn’t stop grinding down on him though.
“So, the princess loves it when we whisper dirty shit in her ear?” Lyle teased. He was an arrogant bastard and he knew it.
You didn’t answer, but you didn’t need to. Lyle knew.
The ladies had always loved his confidence, and with you so close he could hear every little sound you made as you kept grinding down in his lap. You were clearly enjoying yourself, every imperceptible moan and breath constantly stirring the need that had settled low in his gut.
If you liked it, Lyle certainly wouldn’t hold back.
“I bet you got a real pretty pussy too,— ” he kept going “— nice and soft, just beggin’ to be licked and fucked.”
You were grinding down harder on him now.
His fingers dug into your ass, following every one of your movements. “Goddamn princess, grinding down on me like that… such a fuckin’ tease. Makin’ me wish my cock was inside you.” he rasped into your ear.
“Keep talking.” you demanded quietly.
You were panting softly, your hips moving faster than before.
You were actually trying to get off.
Holy fuck.
Lyle had never felt so determined to help a woman come.
“I’d pin you down and fuck you senseless. I bet you love a good pounding—" he rasped, "— and I know you’d take it like a good girl.”
Your eyes were closed, your cheeks still pressed against one another as Lyle did exactly as asked.
“You’d be a good girl and let me use your pretty pussy, wouldn’t you?”
A small moan left your lips. “You could do anything with me.” you whispered.
Internally, Lyle was beaming with pride.
Until your hips slowed down.
“I’m trying to… ah, but it’s not enough.” you said as your hips came to a halt.
Lyle pulled back to look at you. You had a look of defeat on your purple face.
Maybe you just needed a little more help.
“Shit— just. Fuck it. Let me—“ he muttered as he quickly undid your fatigues and slipped a hand in. Your jaw dropped in surprise, but you didn’t stop him. He had to rearrange you both on the chair a bit, but Lyle was determined to make this work. “Spread your legs a bit wider for me baby.” he ordered as he slipped an arm around your waist, holding you securely against him as he angled himself in a way he could properly touch you.
“Stay over my underwear.” you quickly instructed him.
“Yeah. Okay.” Lyle mumbled, his fingers feeling out where your clit would be under the thin fabric. He was pleased to discover that your underwear was almost fully wet. “Here?”
The strangled moan and look of pure pleasure on your face was enough of an answer for Lyle, and he immediately got to work rubbing small circles on the little bundle of nerves. You were gripping his shoulders hard, eyes shut in concentration. Your face was flushed a deep purple, your breathing shallow, and if a Na’vi body was any more like a human’s, Lyle knew it wouldn’t be long before you’d reach your orgasm.
“Lyle— Shit.” you panted “l’m so close, but—“
“It’s okay baby.” he quickly jutted in “It’s okay. It’s just us. My arm isn’t tired, I can keep going.” he reassured you. “Focus.”
“Thank you.” you whispered against his temple.
He could feel every breath, every pant against his skin. You fully enveloped him, from the heat of your body against his, the softness of your skin and hair, your scent, the delicate sounds you made and the way you were holding onto him. It was always an exhilarating feeling to Lyle, to have a woman in his arms like this, and an odd need to claim you crept up in his mind. He brushed the thoughts away as pretty soon he felt your nails digging into his skin, and he knew your release was finally here.
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop don’t st—“ you blurted out and suddenly your thighs were squeezing down against his, the muscles of your stomach rippling as your nails dug into his shoulders and scalp. Lyle was pretty sure you weren’t even breathing, only a strangled moan leaving you as you kept writhing in his arms. He was griping you tightly, keeping you firmly in place as he finally heard you panting in his ear again. His fingers slowed down on your clit, just enough to still have you clenching for him without overwhelming you.
You let out a low hum. Whatever he was doing must’ve been feeling good for you.
“That was so good, Lyle.” you said. You spoke slowly, undoubtedly relaxed like a cat that had been laying in the sun. You pressed a kiss against his temple and his cheek. “I can’t believe we just did that.” you said with a breathless giggle.
Lyle slipped his hand out, getting to work buttoning your pants back. “Couldn’t resist you baby.” he said with a smirk. “Look at me, I’m still so fuckin’ hard for you.” he said, glancing down.
“You feel nice and big too.” you murmured. That wicked glint in your eyes was back. “Come back to my room with m-"
The quiet hiss of the door made you both freeze, your ears swivelling towards the sound.
Unfortunately Lyle’s back was to the doorway.
You though, you could see the person perfectly well, and according to your facial expression Lyle instantly knew who it was.
“This what you do when I’m in meetings, Corporal?”
You both scrambled to get up, but before Lyle could turn around the colonel was already leaving.
“You better have your asses out of here within the next minute.” Quaritch called over his shoulder.
Oh well…
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