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Could you write a Miles Quaritch x Na’vi!fem reader fic, where she’s Varangs shy/sweet twin sister (smut maybe?? Only if your comfortable!!”

—The manager for the insanes

GENRE: Fluff || Smut

WORDS FROM RXSIL: "Thank you so much!!! I heard someone"

WARNINGS: Unorthodox rough na'vi sex because Quaritch and Mangkwan reader...? NSFW content, MDNI. Varang being a soft yet sadistic sister to reader. Injury from a palulukan attack. Mentions of birth, blood, burning. Reader is gentler version of Varang? Not entirely compliant with request, I'm sorry for that. Degradation. Fingering. Groping. Grinding. Finger-sucking (is that a thing?). Spanking. Tail pulling. Doggy (?). Praising. Choking. Kuru pulling. Breeding Kink. Might have some mistakes or the smut might not be good.

SYNOPSIS: "Varang, the epitome to Mangkwan's ideals..she was also a sister, unfortunately. A sister who she barely let out of her sight, It always goes according to Varang's wishes. But now? The pink-skin in na'vi body who joined was ready to skip any boundaries and get the shy sister in his arms!"

VOCABULARY: - || Tsahìk: spiritual leader || Olo'eykte: chieftain || kuru: neural-tendril system || pa'li: direhorse || Toruk Makto: toruk-rider || uniltìranyu: dreamwalker/avatar || tsmuke: sister || Oel Ngati Kameie: I see you || syuratan: bioluminescence || Eywa'eveng: Na'vi name for Pandora meaning 'Eywa's child' || Ayhìgokx: Trash/Dirt people || tweng: loincloth ||

DURATION・・・・・8.8K

Warmth and purity of fire is worshipped by Mangkwan almost as much as they worship their Tsahìk AND Olo'eykte, Varang. Ruthless and ran by her strong, tyrannical, iron fist, Mangkwan do not dare to step out of line with their leader. Considering she has no worries killing anyone off, including having poisoned her own father to gain the position.

This was added on by the fact around 50% of the clan was not, in fact, Mangkwan by birth. Most are captured Olangi, Tlalim, Tayrangi, Aranahe and other clan na'vi who wandered a bit too far and got captured. True Mangkwans tend to not be alive for long with their sacrificial-to-their-cause demeanor.

Hence, Mangkwans who have been alive the longest, the oldest and the most closest to Varang happened to know one special fact about their leader: she had a younger sister.

The sister who she clung to like a fucking vine.

Most have never seen her, most never get to. You were almost never allowed outside the yurt belonging to the Tsahìk-Olo'eykte. Varang was..she never cared for family all that much. She had killed your elder sister, but you? She kept you around like she always used to, when you were young.

Before the accident.

Somehow, she still managed some form of feelings and emotions in her heart, some form of care. Only for you, though. Only for you. You'd accepted not being allowed outside, it was just life and you'd rather not anyway. The Mangkwan outside were no less brutal. You'd rather not see the cruel, brutal and bloody lives they led, you'd much rather have the softer aftermath of it all, benefit of it all without the guilt on your consciousness. It's how you survive.

That is, until your sister's newest recruit, an uniltìranyu who brought your clans weapon of thunder and fire. Loud and burning which your sister adored, even if she did not let you touch them for your safety. You still bore in your mind how you met the man your sister called Quaritch.

Hah...what a vrrtep he was. You remembered your sister talking about him to you many times, how he was a soldier who promised weapons of thunder for the clan to bring their domination to all of Eywa'eveng.

The day you met the dreamwalker had also been one of interest and point of concise alliance. Though, you knew your dead mother wouldn't have approved of it.

Not that Varang cared with how easily she killed your father and elder sister, she only seemed to love you. One of the elders said it came from the fact after your birth, your father had happened to be busy so your weakened mother had immediately handed you to Varang.

Varang, small as could be, had been told to remove her beaded top as she held you against her chest, rubbing your back to calm you down. She hadn't been the na'vi she was now, she didn't like pain or fire nor did she revel in sadism. She was a gentle soul once, but promising warrior for her clan. Her eyes would sparkle, they especially did while she held you against her. Bare flesh to flesh.

You'd been so tiny, so trusting to her. Her bare flesh against your thin and tender one, your tail swishing. You cried against your sister's skin and took your first breathe. Your elder sister had claimed you looked like a 'shrivelled' fruit, which Varang had not appreciated. You and her had become two phases of the same moon.

Sometimes you still saw the sister who carried you in her arms around the forests to hunt the swamp creatures while you were strapped in a carrier against her back. But that was rare, only when she was excited. It came out for the first time in a while when she told you about the uniltìranyu that day.

A bright morning and Varang had been administering and teaching you to make a basic salve, one which would burn less for you and you only. That is when you heard a loud, almost excited war cry which made both you simultaneously whip your heads up and towards the entrance flap of the yurt.

Varang hummed, stroking your cheek and pinching your cheek roughly before crouching and crawling into a stand. She moved like a wave, you wondered how your sister did that.

Her hands gently pushed her knives onto the sheath on her back, pushing the yurt's flap pouring in a sheen and sliver of sunlight, which you habitually avoided, shifting and crawling backwards on your palms and feet. You had grown the habit to avoid sunlight or any light from outside, being inside so long.

Your eyes were more used to the fireplace inside than the sun outside, hence you'd been rather rendered useless through your vision by your sister's insistence to keep you to herself and your own safety net being in the yurt rather than being an active member of Mangkwan. You heard your sister's approval humming and words.

It is only after a bit, did she re-enter and shot her eyes towards you, "Clean and stay good, we have a new...guest," she hummed, her sharp eyes glancing behind her as she strode in while you gathered the beads, turning to fix your own hair while Varang hummed, smiling at you. Her hand brushing past your hand, in a very subtle manner of love.

A guest? Seriously..since when did Mangkwan have guests?

But your words stayed in your mouth when in-strode a..uniltìranyu. You've only ever heard of those creatures, the Toruk Makto was one of those. Your sister called this uniltìranyu a guest..?

You didn't think she'd bring him inside, she trusted him that much? To see YOU?! Hah! You almost felt disgusted seeing the man, no one can put their eyes on you like that!

Your sister said so and you believed her!

But your eyes scanned the creature up and down, your palms flat alongside your heels as if you crouched like a predator. He wore no shirt, but long pants and something strapped across his body, a large..metal thing.

Those were poisonou–....according to Eywa.

But you didn't listen to that thought, more busy scanning him to ponder what sort of creature he was. All while his tail swished when he caught his eyes on you,

"You didn't tell me you had some toy, sweetheart," he hummed in that weird way in a weird language mixed with the one you spoke yourself. Varang turned, realising what the uniltìranyu meant, and hissed loudly, "Eyes OFF," she pushed him back.

The man grinned, his tail swishing and cropped off ear twitching, hands raised as if he surrendered.

You felt a satisfaction hum in your chest with your sister's protection, your tail waggling before you stood up. Varang hummed, gently pushing you back to keep distance between the uniltìranyu and you, "Quaa-ritch, this is my tsmuke," Varang hummed, her tail wrapped subconsciously around your thigh, "Speak." she demanded to you.

You scoffed, but still gently motioned with your hands, "Oel Ngati Kameie." Quaritch hummed, returning the gesture. You snorted at how awkwardly wrong-right it was, but ignored it as you shifted away. Varang hummed, turning to chart her raid plans or something and gently tugging him closer by the strap of that metal thing. You silently looked at them, tail swaying in interest of the dreamwalker.

"You keep an eye out for us, don't you?" Varang hummed. Quaa-ritch—was that his name?—smirked silently, while his eyes turned to you, "Hell yea, sweets. Your sister, is she? Guess I have two women to serve," he smirked, scanning you up and down.

You hissed a little bit, but Varang hummed, "Hm. She is a soft heart, soft foot and soft palmed one. She has not fought nor experienced the purity like you or I–"

Varang slid close, tugging you close by your waist to her with a fond grin which almost looked unusual to the dreamwalker, judging by how his eyes widened slightly and one of those furry things above his eye rose. You copied subconsciously what would be muscle on your own clean face, but then only rolled your eyes,

"I do not need any such protection or servitude," You huffed, tail swaying but getting caught with your sister's, which wrapped tightly around yours.

"Quiet, do not speak nonsense or lies to me, tsmuke. I know what you are." She scoffed a little, tugging your ear as your ear twitched. Your eyes still trained angrily upon the man, when he stepped close. Offering a five-fingered hand to you, "Miles Quaritch, sweetcheeks," he hummed, confidently.

Most never had confidence around you or ever around Varang. Mangkwan, while more animal than na'vi, had understanding and never smiled more than necessary. Why would you with such a life? But seeing this dreamwalker who spoke in his broken na'vi? He seemed so much more..endearing with his confidence, like a pet acting strong infront of it's owner before it's leash is pulled to make it submit.

It still held strength in your mind while you thought firmly of it. Today was another morning, another day of preparation for raids. But preparation wasn't entirely lead by Varang's hand, so she had time which she was using by being uncharacteristically domestically.

Varang sat behind you, silently and very gently-roughly tugging your braids open to braid new bone beads in them. Newly made with bone skeletal outsides and amber encasing blood of some poor na'vi girl who she had just killed a few hours back. She was a particularly rowdy and strong girl. Cutting her kuru was a achievement in it's own right.

Varang hummed, "I cut her," she explained, voice firm but hands uncharacteristically fond of you. You silently hummed, pulling your knees to your chest, "Her kuru bled strong, I made these from her blood. You'd be strong too, yes?" she hummed, tilting her head and making her necklace gently click against her clothing.

"I would, if you ever let me walk," you whispered back, but she gently tugged your head back by pinching your ear. In response, you hissed back at her. Loudly. None would dare.

Varang scoffed a laugh, her grin spreading as the ashen from the fireplace smoked the yurt in that sensorily heavy way, "See? You're no different from a scared pa'li. Quiet." She hummed, letting go of your ear. Your ear twitched and a quirk borne through her lips.

'like a child's'

She hummed to herself, folding her knees beneath her, tail swishing gently and making rustling on the beaded mat, the mat stinging under your knees and calves, digging in your flesh. A way to produce pain. No matter how much she loved you, no way were you escaping Mangkwan traditions and customs.

Varang gently placed the beads, but braiding roughly and tightly making you grunt, "Your hands work like stone, have you no heart?" you winced back, squeezing your eyes shut in pain. Varang rolled her eyes, "You have no backbone, no thirst to prove. You're still like HER child, grow up." she hummed, but didn't mean it cruelly. More so like a mother worried her kid was growing stunted.

You knew who she meant by 'her'..

Eywa.

You never spoke of her again after the mountain spewed fire. After Eywa turned her back and never responded. You knew better than to do it, not infront of Varang. You loved her, but did not ever want to face her wrath or sadistic demeanor which she already inflicted on others. You liked her subtle care and fondness, you loved your sister in the only way you know how.

You were going to respond with a quip somewhere along the lines of, 'yes, well–'. That is when a familiar squawk of ikran came to Varang's ears. She immediately looked up, her beads clicking gently. Her palms gently and quickly braiding one last bead without a hint of fond, gentle sadism she inflicted on you before she stood up fluidly.

Immediately, you crawled back to not let the sunlight against your skin. Your sister grinned brightly and manically at the sight of the man you'd come to know. Quaritch strode in, followed by his right-hand—who you later learnt was Lyle. Quaritch's arm was slashed and back and face busted.

Looks like someone faced some consequences.

Varang smiled manically, as if your sister would recount how she could make those wounds pain more while letting Quaritch in. But she hissed the moment Lyle took a step even close, "Wha–?" Lyle barely got a look at you as Quaritch covered you with his body,

"Out, Lyle."

"Ugh–come on..fuckin' local tails and–" he muttered off while Varang walked closer. Quaritch slumping down on the beaded mat before groaning at the tough beads digging in his skin, "Ugh, sugar. You can't put some softer fuckin' mats in here? Those other na'vi do." he groaned.

You rolled your eyes, Varang scoffed in tandem with you. "It is small pain, it's helpful. It's pure," she said simply, grabbing salves and balms from a hanging metal and amber holder and gently putting them down on the mat near the fireplace, just enough to warm some of them up.

Her fingers dipped into flesh when she grabbed Quaritch's arm, pulling him up and roughly scanning his wounds with a hum. Gathering some blood and purposefully being rough, she gently hummed, smelling it, "How did you get injured?" she asked firmly, but curious.

You crawled close, ears twitching while you tilted your head and scanned Quaritch's wound yourself, "Those stupid thanators..Fuck, you didn't tell me those roamed here–AGH!" he groaned louder when Varang grinned and pressed her fingers deeper when she tightened her grin around his bicep, into the wound. "The Sky-man defeated by an animal? How...Interesting." she grinned.

"Let go of me–shit!" Quaritch wrangled his arm out of Varang's grip while she rolled her eyes, "You fucking sadistic woman. You like ruining people's wounds worse or something?" He hissed. Knowing varang, she probably did. Varang hummed, turning to gently swat him with her tail while he groaned, mumbling a pathetic excuse of an apology which Varang wouldn't have accepted from anyone else. But she found this asshole enjoyable. You were silently watching with a smirk before Varang was, again, turning to you, motioning for you to check the salves and warming up medicine. You nodded, snorting at Miles' reaction but grabbed one of the vials.

Your fingers dipped in gently, gathering a little on your last finger, checking the temperature by pressing it against your thumb. feeling the sting, you bit down on your lip with an approving hum, "Warmed," you told your sister. Varang gently sat down, fixing your hair and gathering supplies, when she finished gathering the supplies.

You began arranging them for her while she sat back watching you, her hand gently on the back of your leg, stroking for minimal casual comfort to herself.

After you finished arranging it. You moved to do something else, "Stay." Your sister demanded, gently tugging your kuru forward and stroking it across her palms. You looked at her, tail waggling before you shifted back closer.

Letting your sister gently tugging you to sit beside her, your chin hooked on her shoulder as she gently snuggled her cheek against your face–your temple and eye admiring the amber flames, the paint of blood ruined against the bead of the mat since Quaritch kept squirming in discomfort.

Quaritch gently stumbled close, crossing his legs and shifting close. The fireplace blazed loudly and high. Animalistic and brutal, much like the wielders of it.

The only source of light you've had permanently since you were..what? Seven? The sun was unreliable source of warmth and light with how close Varang kept you, you were practically stuck in this yurt, never stepping out unless absolutely desperate or at dead night with Varang to accompany you.

Varang hummed, a grin on her lips as she pulled a long strip of gauze. She and Quaritch talked about plans and simple conversations, you didn't think your sister could actually speak normally and not about carnage, blood, corruption, etc. with someone other than you. But she seemed to actually treat this Quaritch with equality. Something your sister didn't have aside from you, the only one who she considered equal to her.

Varang was busying herself with her plans, her eyes working over some salves, balms and medicine she worked on simultaneously while speaking. Miles' eyes moved to yours. Your eyes gazing at the fire, cheek squished against your sister's jaw and round golden eyes and despite the half-done braids, Varang tucked them gently with a thin chain carved out of bones.

Glow of the blazing fire warming up your skin and your syuratan glowing brighter. Varang tugged you closer against her, her hand gently stroking your tail fondly as she always did while she spoke about her plans which Quaritch only half-listened to.

She used her fingers to put some herbs and salves, a balm. Then finally draw some long string solution, laying it across the gauze and grinning. You swore you felt heat radiate from the gauze with the heatened medicine. You silently bit down on your lip, still staring into the fire. You knew the heated medicine was Varang's sadism again bleeding through.

You knew how much she'd revel in the glee when Quaritch would scream in pain from the heat against his wounds, but your sister was still a Tsahìk. Her medicine, while painful, was effective. You almost felt the giddiness of his reaction in you while your sister prepared the gauze. Varang gently nudged you subtly with her tail while she was attempting to wrap it.

She'd almost gotten half-way done when you heard a loud horn blow from outside. Varang's eyes snapped lividly at the entrance of the yurt, but she tilted her head. A subtle patterning of flesh onto the stone as she someone ran upto the yurt, "Tsahìk, we've found Ayhìgokx crossing the territory!"

Varang looked at you then back out. You hurriedly gathered the supplies, getting off Varang. Varang stood up, "The raid must start. You–'' She pointed at Quaritch with a finger. "My sister shall care for you, do not try anything." Before turning her head to you, "You know enough. Be smart, if you don't." she said simply, putting the gauze on your lap.

Before grabbing her knives, sheathing them alongside her cloak and striding off. Your eyes glared at your sister's back while Quaritch sighed, "You sisters–ugh!" he groaned as his wound seemed to sting worse. You scoffed, rolling your eyes, "Guess we shall be acquainted.." you mumbled.

While not much different from your sister, you had always tended to be the shy and quiet..Unsurprisingly gentle and sweet for a Mangkwan, Varang didn't like that a lot, but accepted it as a part of your demeanor long back and didn't attempt to change it anymore.

"Yeah, you like your sister..?" He asked you, propping his foot up, his wounded arm resting upon his knee while his other palm planted firmly a bit behind his body to support himself and not slump. You hummed, "I do," you paused, looking at the gauze. Still warm, but you felt bad for the pain it might inflict now that your sister wasn't there to unapologetically be sadistic.

You felt your usual shyness wash upon you, cursing it inside your chest. You took a deep-breathe, "I shall work on your wounds then," you said simple. Quaritch looked at you, his eyes scanning upon and down with a grin on his lips, "Yeah..? You're good at this medicine shit?"

"I'm a Tsakerem, of-course i am." you said firmly, lifting your chin up in pride. One hand gently grabbed his arm where a large slash was, scanning it. You hummed silently and your palm reached into the fireplace, gathering some ash from the edges of the fire while attempting to handle the silent burn.

Gathering enough, you held a fistful gently mumbling something. Miles' eyes narrowed at the sight, "What are yo-AGH!" Quaritch groaned when your palm brushed the ash across his slashed wound, over the blood. The pain and warmth stung deep, "Ugh–what the fuck is wrong with you?! Ugh..I could cut you—you little–!" he groaned when you rubbed the ash in deeper.

"Breathe, it shall help. It is painful, yes. But you can endure," you whispered softly, feeling soft and upset it hurt so. You gently picked the gauze, the salves, balm and whatever on it stayed firm, "Turn your arm like this–" you whispered, gently twisting. He followed it, creating space between his abdomen and arm, while you began wrapping it.

"Hold on this," you said, before grabbing his other hand and placing it upon the end of the gauze on his shoulder. As you did, his eyes met yours and yours his, your palm held upon his own, "You're touching my hand." Miles pointed it out, awkwardly.

You immediately pulled it back, "Yes, I was fixing you!" you said, adamant and feeling the burn flare in your stomach. You began wrapping it tighter, your palm holding on down and gently pressing, "Breathe," you whispered again. Voice low. Heat from the fireplace increasing, sweat beading upon his back and brow.

You learnt that's what the hair above his eyes was called by him. He gently held upon his shoulder, his fingers grazing yours when you wrapped gently. The gauze held down. Miles paused, watching you work silently, when you occasionally rubbed more medicine.

Your palms gentle, round eyes focused firmly on fixing his wounds. Gentle hum, the kindness found among the cruelest beings of this planet. The bare softness found in place where sadism, cruelty and pain was more important. Where beings more wild animals were na'vi. Quaritch would be lying to himself if he said he hasn't been sneaky.

He knew during nights you wanted to go out, Varang would accompany you. Your tail waggling excitedly while your sister brutishly played around with you like you were children again.

Her laughter almost beautifully kind compared to the kind of soul she was. Her palms layed flat as she stayed on all fours, much like you. Both of you prowling gently like playful predators while you wrestled her.

She won, dragged you back to push you against the ground. But occasionally? Varang would let herself be defeated for the gentle and kind soul she called her sister. She knew she had corrupted you to an end, but you were still the baby she'd performed skin-to-skin with when she was a mere child herself. You were her everything.

Miles watched it all, from the shadows. Watched how you giggled when your sister would gently tug your tail back, how your eyes would soften for the fresh air and stars and Naranawm, gossiping against the ground. Twirling and dancing for fun, dragging the epitome-of-demons-and-death to smile like the world was covered in flowers and brought light to life, like she was actually your sister.

Miles has never seen anyone have as much affect on people as you do. Your kindness was rare in the areas of Mangkwan, you came out as rare as a thread of blonde in the inky black. A brighter star rare among the sky of beauty of Pandora. Miles had to admit, he was rather moved by how you stayed kind despite the behavior which swirled around you, more beast and animalistic than comforting or even fostering.

His eyes moved up, again scanning the red top of flower petals waxed to create them immortal, three long flowy strands moved from one of your shoulders. One right around your collar, like a low choker, one across your chest and one dangled loosely across your right upper arm to right across your ribs, under your arm and side of your abdomen.

Your tweng beading and gently clicking with movement, shells and unusually well-kept, ash-clean shells and translucent seeds strewn across your kuru with small spines braided through alternately.

You were clearly loved.

Miles knew that, he saw the proof of it infront of him. He would've kept staring obnoxiously, but then you snapped the gauze tighter. The dire urge to make the man infront of you groan just a little in pain—

"I never knew tsumke's pet would be so disrespectful," You hummed, sadistically playful. The same things you learnt form your sister, from the women around you when they flirted with men. But yours..? Well, Miles would guess you were somehow still gentler and more tender than some other women here.

He groaned, wincing and sucking his teeth, squeezing his eyes to regulate the pain to not cry out pathetically. "Still staring? Or do I need to do something to the eyes, hm?" You asked, leaning your face close, pulling the gauze now swiftly and tightly, almost painfully to wrap around his wound.

The blood yet still, somehow, soaked through, gently dampening your hand in crimson while you grinned against his face. He tilted his head and gently leaned it back, "Come on, you're puttin' on a show," he whispered. His na'vi broken and messy, but somehow still retained his smugness.

"Am I? What kind of show, hm?" you asked, your tail swaying and grin spreading till your fangs showed. Giddily and playfully sultry, yet shy. Your hands coyingly straightened while they placed upon one another on his shoulder as if hiding yourself from view subtly, smartly.

"Let me show ya what sorta–" Quaritch grinned, removing his uninjured hand which held the gauze down previously to slide right behind your thigh. Your tail snapped, gently hitting the back of his hand to deter him off but—

"–show you got, baby." he hummed, grabbing your thigh roughly and tugging forward till you sat in his lap. You, caught off guard, hissed loudly. Apprehensive, but quieted down when you realised what happened. You scoffed, tugging the gauze tighter and making him groan,

"Hands off, Quaaritchh," you cooed out, a smirk spreading across your lips again, before you gently pressed them together in pride as his hand on your thigh scrambled off.

You gently loosen your hold, smiling at his wound, your tail moving until it grazed his stomach, "Come–on..shit–" he winced, calming down when the pain stung less, "Damn, lady." he scoffed but still seemed impressed, looking at you again. His ears twitched while he kept the grin on his lips. Somehow, that wouldn't leave.

Not even with the warmth rising in the yurt, the fire blazing brighter as if sensing the desire pooling. You'd lie to yourself and while you didn't care for Eywa, you knew even Varang would agree with Eywa on this one thing that you had been less than subtle since you've met this man. Your eyes moved upon his physique, admiring the strong muscles and bicep, lean like the na'vi you lived among.

Yet bulky and fleshy unlike your species. His tail moved—no, waggled—against the mat while one hand moved. From it's position on top of your right hand which held the end of his gauze, your left hand moved across his collars to pick at his necklace.

"Come on, you and I both know," he whispered, his face leaning against yours, till your nose nudged but you pulled your head back, "Ya've been starin'."

"Have I?" You rolled your eyes, tail swaying, as if enjoying the sight of the man sat under your thighs. Your thighs moved and you shifted your weight upwards till he used his free and uninjured arm to prop himself up while he leaned back. Your thighs straddling while you sat gently just below his waist yet right above his pelvis.

The discomfort did little to stomp the new swirling movements in his abdomen, your hand gently tugged at his necklace, "I never knew I had such an interest in my sister's pet. So why do you?" you asked, till your eyes stared back at his. As if to intimidate. "Am I really so blind to not notice my own actions or are you so above me?"

Your voice gentle, your hand moved from tugging his necklace to around his neck, gently thumbing at his nape and hair at the very bottom and even gently swiping your thumb gently on his kuru. your eyes softened when he leaned back even further, ensuring you were comfortable, yet his words still jolted whatever stupid things swirled in your stomach,

""Don't deny the truth when it's staring you in the face, atleast" He grinned, his fang poking his bottom lip, "I've been too—starin' at ya, I mean." He spoke.

You froze in your place with his words. To retaliate, you gently tugged the gauze tighter, but so taken off guard by his words, it almost didn't hurt more or less felt almost nice. He chuckled, while wincing, which made you break out of your trance.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes but loosened your hold again. He grinned, "Is that so..?" You asked, gently tugging his kuru forward and stroking it while he hummed. You smiled back at his own reaction, your tail swayed faster but you forced it to calm as if twirled around your hip and side, gently stroking Quaritch's abdomen. Your thigh forced down, gently kneaded his own, before you turned your knee gently down.

You knew what you're doing what anger Varang. She'd be livid. You're weak, you're hers and you're her everything. If she saw this..You do not know what sort of fate shall await this either dreamwalker..nor you.

Yet you do not stop your movements, putting pressure between his legs and playfully pressuring the gauze till the pain mixed and blended with pleasure. Quaritch threw his head back, already feeling his insides twitch and tail reveal every thought. His hand again moved till it sat on your hip. He squeezed before stroking it on your spine and lower back and back on your hip again.

The heat getting unbearable, swirling against you both, the fireplace doing little with how much your palms needed to touch upon one another.

He reached to again squeeze then rub consistently over your hips and sides, his lips reaching up to get yours in a roughly tender kiss.

Lips moving against one another, you hadn't expected it. But you didn't stop, especially since the passion that came with it send the burning, flaming desire similar to easy affection down to your own loins.

You hummed approvingly, kissing back. His hands gently stroking your sides while you held onto his bicep gauze, holding it down while holding the top of his bicep. Your hips gently grinded down against his in lazily yet painfully pressuring circles, making him groan as sparks of pleasure shot up his spine.

He'd throw back his head, but you refused to let him pull away from the kiss, grabbing his jaw tightly till Quaritch's lips puckered. You doubted you've ever seen him so..pliable, but you didn't complain. Your shyness would overtake this entire moment and the shyness washing over you was an experience you did not like emulating more than necessary.

Your lips pressed and moved against his, you tilted your head to angle better. Quaritch leaned up to hold your own jaw, kissing back. Having not expected that, you were caught off guard when he bit down. Hard. And you, in response, let out a moan. Hearing it, he hummed in pride, chuckling against your lips,

"Good, good. Yeah–" he squeezed your cheeks, swatting your hand off his own face till you rested your palm on his shoulder. His hand gripped your face and jaw gently, while the other turned to twine behind your top. Gently thumbing the feathers and your chest before he reached back.

He tugged at it, his hand moved from your job to your chest, gently cupping your underbreast and stroking his thumb across the valley. You stuttered a bit in your movements, your hips grinding down while you stifled a whimper, "Ug–", "Feeling good?", "–hm-mhm.." you hummed.

You grinded more, hands turning to gently scratch on his neck and card the back of his hair, his tongue gently swirling against your lips. With your clumsy movements, you'd been caught more like attempting your first movements with shyness of a newborn, rather than the woman you pretended to be.

You weren't your sister, not by miles. You were, in fact, as she spoke of you. Clumsy-footed, soft hearted and shy demeanor. And now, apparently? Even inexperienced risk-taking. You sighed out, still not willing to show how shy you actually happened to be. His hands gently tugged at the strings of your top.

He kept fumbling with the top, deliberately taking time to open let alone touch the strings which held it together. You were going to reach back and tug your top off on your own to save yourself the embarrassment of being caught wanting Miles so bad. But mid-kiss, he pulled away—

"Come on, your sister won't like this." He panted, licking his lower lip to wipe off the drool you left behind from clumsy kissing, "Better hurry up."

He quickly shifted closer while you crawled back, your tail swaying. Your ash-paint smudged against his weird clothes. The sight made you shimmy back into your own shell, especially the bulge already hardening and getting obvious in his pants.

You cursed inwardly, your shyness shouldn't be oozing or pouring out now. You couldn't afford the control, you couldn't afford to feel the giddiness in your chest or the swirling heat blazing hotter and singing your skin. You hadn't been with a man before. Mangkwan men, like every other part of their life, tended to be rough in courting.

But it wasn't just that. Varang, also, never let you be close enough to a man to get like this. Sure, you've helped couples with their intimate issues should they might stumble upon it and come to you or when your sister asks for it. But you've never personally felt any of it. Didn't help that no matter how silently uncanny the dreamwalker was, he was uncloyingly attractive.

You panted out, cheeks flushed and wiping your mouth with the bank of your hand before feeling your cheeks with the back of your fingers. Warmed and then your hand moved to your chest, feeling your heart-beat, "I never took ya for a shy woman. Not seeing who ya share blood with."

It didn't stop him from crawling while you were just shifting backwards till you found a good enough pile of furs. He positioned himself in between with your thighs on either side. the gauze unfastening, but he didn't seem to care for it any longer. His palm gently kneaded your thighs, before he used one thigh to drag you back against him. Till you were slotted against the bulge.

You wanted to deny the allegation of shyness from the dreamwalker, but what could you say? That you weren't shy? You'd be lying, he could easily see how affected you seem from just a stupid kiss. "Move your hips," he hummed.

Voice ordering and firm, like he used to do with his recoms. But it doesn't seem to work, not when his palm tightens around your thigh when you silently hissed. He chuckles, leaning close and his hand holds your thigh, "Fuckin' hissing back at me. You lot really are like animals, ain't ya?"

You scrambled back a little, but he pushed you down, pinning down. His knee moves to dig into your thigh, still doesn't help with the haziness you can'y seem to realise floats the air. The pain blurred into pleasure, so in response to his thigh digging down. You whine a bit, ash from the fireplace loud and smell blurring your senses.

Quaritch grabs you by your feathery top, tugging you closer. He looks you up and down, while you looked away, shutting your eyes in the unbearable tension. "You local tails really seem to not care, huh? Your tits just be out?" he asked.

Though he didn't wait for a response. His fingers pull and tear the top apart, the waxed flowers and fathers spilling as you gasped. Now the top sat in thin strings and twine in tatters and few surviving decorations. The ash paint covering your chest did little to conceal your nipples.

Your protests were sitting dead on your lips, but you still tried to speak "You–!" and before you could, he grinded just perfectly against you.

His hand holding your thigh moved upto your lips, stroking. "Open your mouth, whore." he hums. You nipped at his fingertips, before up your lips and wrapping around his pointer and middle.

Miles hummed, coating his fingers in your saliva and pressing down on your tongue. You sucked in a failed breath, before his fingers pushed past upto to the back of your throat.

You gagged, tail thrashing in excitement and arousal. Your hand moved to hold onto the waistband of his pants, the other gently digging into the fur, beneath your own legs and between your thighs. Gently thumbing your fingers as naturally as your body demanded it where it wanted to. Your thumb pressed down on your clit, while the fabric gotter damp.

Quaritch curled his fingers, his free hand moved to the back of your head. Making sure his fingers sat snug while you gagged louder, "Taste good, eh? Yeah, suck." You gently grazed your teeth against his skin, sucking. Your own fingers gently grazing and stroking the patch in your beaded tweng.

Once he deemed it good enough, he pulled his fingers back from your mouth. Your fingers gently began to rub and stroke your cunt through your loincloth, the fabric dampening as the seconds passed while Quaritch pulled you in another kiss. His hand held the back of your head, digging into your braids.

His saliva covered fingers gently reached on your waist and around your tweng, before dipping infront. His fingers pushed against your clit, teasing, "Hm-get louder." he smirked. You whined, arching your back till your nipples sat snug against his own chest. The ash paint dusting onto his own skin, while his hand moved from the back of your hand to your hip.

His soaked fingers was gently encircling your clit now. Your own fingers scrambling over Miles to tug his human clothes off. His lips moved against your lazily now, your hips moved in irregular and subconscious circles with the heel of Miles' palm pushing against your nerves.

The hand from the back of your head travelled down till he palmed at your tits, "Your whinin's gettin' louder. You gettin' fucked over that good?" he whispered. A condescending smirk on his lips. You only whimpered, throwing your head back and eye squeezing shut when his palm roughly palmed, before his palm collided with the flesh of your tits.

His palm landing a harsh blow on your tit, the pain shot up your back, but it still made you moan. Your tweng got even more wet, you almost felt embarrassed. Your body moving on itself. Covering your face with the back of your hand swooned over your forehead and eyes. That sight would've matched the softness of a na'vi from Kami'tire, not the sister of the cruel Tsahìk of Mangkwan.

Miles groaned, louder at the sight. Too arousing as he grinded his hardening cock aganist the furs. "come on, angel. Don try and hide from me–"

You never felt such sensitivity before. Never. Then the other, "Ngh–I haven't done this–mhh—never did this before!" you whined out, your ear twitching. "Yeah—can tell, u'pposed with a sister like that insane bitch," His fingers tugged at the strings of your loin cloth. It's tied tightly, he tries a few times before he simply tears it off.

The sound of the fabric ripping is so densely loud in the yurt, your arousal was slicking up your inner thigh rapidly at the sound and how fast and tightly he held your hip did not help. His hand still stay buried between your thighs, circling your clit as sparks shot up your tummy. He clicked his tongue, "Tsahìk doesn't let anyone near ya, does she?" You shook your head, leaning back.

"Though so."

"Men and pleasure do not mean anything," You countered, even with your teeth biting down on your inner skin of your lower lip to stifle noises. Your hips moved back against his fingers, the slick dripping down onto the furs. Varang was going to end you..

"Oh," His fingers immediately moved downwards, now encircling the labia before dipping a little. Till his fingers grazed and teased your hole, slipping in the tight rim just a little before pulling out. And again and again and again. Your whimpers turned up a pitch in desperation, eyes shot to him. Glowing with raging desire and tension you needed him to release now that he has started this,

"Does this man's pleasure that you're moaning and whining like a slut for mean something?" His middle gently prodded before coaxing itself past the rim of flesh.

You whine, tail swishing in response, purposefully pushing against his bulge, making him groan lowly. You hummed in pleasure when his fingers quickened faster and faster, thumb putting pressuring circles on your clit. His other hand moved to put on a pressuring force on your lower tummy while his fingers curled deeper than you expected them to.

Your soft whines turned into soundlessly louder at the increasing and escalating pleasure. Hotness surged through your veins and your hips bucked up in the air. "-Ah-yess..right there, Miles. Do not move," you whimpered.

Your head threw back, burying in the furs while your palms clenched tighter, toes curling while his fingers quickened. Slick practically sloshing with his rapid movements, "Here?" he asked. His fingers suddenly curled into that one spot. Somehow he knew you better than yourself in ways of pleasure.

"Ye—Ah-yeah!" Your whines got louder. The vibrating hums and movements turning to accumulate more and more. Building and surging and hotness ran through your veins. One of your own fingers gently to tug him onto you.

Your breasts brushing and tight against his chest, cushioning and his metal necklace cold and dangling on your throat. His fingers began moving while your tail purposefully brushed right where his cock strained painfully. His palm from your lower tummy moved to unbuckle his own belt.

His fingers began slowing in tandem. You did not like the loss of the extreme pleasure, so much so that you could not breathe. A relieving gasp left your throat when his fingers began dragging in and out painfully and delightfully slow.

"Yes-more..Please, more." you whispered out, your ears twitched a little, before turning downwards. Eyes blinking through haziness of smoke and tears. Miles hummed, "I know, sugar. Just a sec–fuck." You threw your head back, eyes closing to calm your heart.

Telling yourself to breathe while his fingers pushed you to oblivion and blinded the boundary between pain and gratification.

He hummed, you heard clacking until his hand roughly plunging deep till your whine got particularly loud and then he pulled out roughly with a loud 'squeealch!' from your cunt trying to keep his fingers still in. Your eyes immediately shot open at the loss of contact, but you didn't say anything. Not when Miles sat up, away from you either.

Not even when his hand roughly grabbed your arm and turned you onto your tummy, your tail swayed quickly at the sudden roughness. Slick dripping down your inner thighs and staining the crotch of his pants. You kept quiet, face buried into the furs and cheek squished and wiping the drool from the corner of your mouth. That is, until, you felt a blunt sort of tip pushed just at the edge of your cunt.

You whimpered, Miles' cock straining hard as he stroked it a few times, your tail swayed subconsciously, as if trying to deter him off. Not that you wanted him to, not with the way you practically sobbed.

Your voice was loud enough for the somewhat empty clan yurts as he sunk in, perfectly filling you with every inch. Your hands clawed in front, while he huffed, gently using your half-torn tweng to tug you back to push himself in deeper, "Good shit–" he groaned.

His cock practically twitched when you moaned, tightening and clamping down till his cock fit snugly inside. Miles' hand held your hips, squeezing as if to calm himself.

All while you tried to adjust with his cock inside you. This wasn't how it was described, how do the clan comes to you while begging for help during such an experience?! Your clan is rather unwell, you guessed. Your eyes rolled back while your thighs shook, trying to adjust as the pain tore in your tummy from trying to take him entirely.

Slicking bubbling out almost audibly that it made you humiliated, which in turn, did not help with how slick you were. Miles sighed out, "Gods–mhh fuck—...you're so fucking wet, sugar.." he hummed. You blinked, finally adjusting somewhat and grinding back, "You like t-this?" Miles' voice almost cracked.

It made you sighed out a little grin, "Yeah.." You whined, eyes rolling while you wiggled back. Miles hand gently landed a blow on your ass, making you jerk ahead as his cock slid out slightly. Your head snapped up. You hissed loudly and attempted to crawl slightly away when—

Miles roughly tugged you back, using your tail. His grip on your tail tightened painfully while you groaned, face burying into your fists which laid to prop yourself into a somewhat position. His other hand gripped tightly, landing another spank, "H-hahh..Bet those other bastards can't do—fuck..do this, can they?"

You could barely speak, but you shook your head just to satiate. Your lack of pleasure was burning in your veins, your impatience whine of, 'Move!' only made Miles hum in delight.

Miles smiled, gently but almost with difficulty slid out—and plunged back in. Your loud groan muffled into the furs while you moved your ass back against him.

Hotness seared into your throat and flesh moved up your spine while he kept yanking you back onto his cock by pulling on your tail. The sensation overwhelmed your urges alongside the smell of his clothes which were close to you. What was it? Mud? Hahhh..Who knew mud smelt so nice, especially when it came from a handsome dreamwalker?

When his hand reached ahead and grabbed your shoulder to pump his cock inside your squelching and clinging pussy, your moans got whinier. The pleasure hit through with every movement of his cock wrenching itself deeper into your walls and cunt was helped by the ashiness and the sultry and scorching heat from the fireplace.

"Yeah–fuck..good, good. Move yer hips–mmm!—come on, don't run from it," he groaned. You huffed, "So..good-hahhh.." You panted out, the heat burning and searing into your skin. Miles groaned, his hips thrusting deeper. Balmy skin cushioned against your own.

He gently pushed one thigh ahead to create more space to slot himself, hands wrapping around your thighs and tugging you back. Shoving and plunging his cock to the hilt in your cunt. His precum mixing with your slick and practically dripping.

As if your cunt was drooling. Your vocal and noisy mouth kept itself muffled by Miles shoving your head into the furs. All while tugging your ass higher in the air for pushing his cock in. He let go of your tail and slowed his thrusting hips while you whined louder. "Move... f-faster!" you panted out, pursing your lips.

"Shhh," he hummed simply, all while wrapping your kuru gently around his hand and using it to tug your head back. "What a pretty slut, eh?" Miles countered. His cock thrust in and out, pumping faster while he leaned ahead.

Miles' body was practically swallowing your own and pressing down as his hips thrust his cock into your cunt wildly, harsh slaps resonating in your and Varang's respected yurt and his metal necklace cold between your shoulder-blades. Miles threw his head back, the gash on his shoulder barely hurt.

Now when your cunt felt this good. He didn't think your cunt would suck him in so well, so fucking tight and wet. The slick was even drooling out, spurring him to move his cock faster. Wildly, like an animal.

Varang would definitely have our head..But oh fuck, his cock was too good for you to care..!

"Yeah, that's right—" he groaned loudly, "Feels good, doesn't it?" his fangs grazed before digging into your collar roughly, drawing blood. You hissed, tail swayed and hips and thighs shook with pleasure. Every push of his cock against that spot made you screw your eyes shut in pleasure, cunt clenching in pleasure.

Miles groaned into your shoulder, his teeth biting down and leaving marks. His cock twitching as pressure began to build up in his gut, his cock raw and wet leaking precum and a ring of slick gathered at the base of his cock while he moved. His face buried into your shoulder while he began moving mindlessly.

He groaned when you clenched down with a moan with a high-pitched, 'Agh–I feel so close!'. The words kept spurring him on, it's like you were doing this on purpose. He growled, teeth barred and jaw clenched while he moved, "Fuck—say it."

He demanded. Loudly, his grip on your hips was bruising, "Ya want me to breed this cunt? Yeah..? Milk it?" His voice cracked, but his hips didn't stutter as they drilled into you, not even when you clamped at the thought. You groaned, eyes now screwing shut, even tighter. Wanting it is one thing, but admitting it?

No..That would be too much, you could barely speak to counselor elders sometimes. But Miles groaned when you took too long, his hips moving while his left hand moved from your hips to under your tummy and between your legs. His right hand moved to your tits, roughly groping them before it moved to your throat.

His left hand's fingers carelessly almost roughly rubbed your clit between his fingers. While his right hand's fingers wrapped tightly and squeezed till it blocked off just enough air to make it hazy, your tail tensed while wrapping around his upper thigh.

You almost screamed out under him, eyes watering even more and blurring your vision while pooling down your cheeks, "Fuck–come on, angel," he groaned, "Say it! Come on, slut–!" He whined. You whimpered, unable to hold it in—"Cum in me–Hah! Pleaseplease–mhhhm!" you whined, your fingers wrapped around his wrist which choked and pressed down on your throat.

Miles chuckled, his teeth gently biting down on your neck as his cock pumped in, "Come on–yeah..cum. Cum on my cock–!" He huffed, his cock plunging in and his hand tightening around your throat.

His palm slammed ahead roughly in a rough slap against your clit, making a loud sound tear from your throat. Your cunt immediately was left gushing around his cock as you came all over him. Your juices and cum travelling down and soaking the furs underneath while he kept pumping to get you through your hair. His cock stuttering when it came inside you. Cumming hot and sticky, mixed with your juices while Miles stayed buried inside you, groaning into your back.

While he worked you through both your orgasms, his hand released your throat while you gasped in and took air to your lungs. The pain and pleasure buzzed in your blood and flesh, thighs shook while you slumped onto your side, thanks to Miles pushing you from your tummy.

You winced a little when he pulled out, crashing down beside you. He leaned over you to grab his useless little tanktop and wiped your face and wiped away the ash-paint from your skin before slumping back. Your tail swayed against yourself to comfort you, his tail searched for your own.

He wrapped his arm around your abdomen.You sighed out when he pulled you against his face, cheek squished against his shoulder. His palm gently lifted your thigh, till it hooked over his hip and using his tank top, wiped whatever mixture of juices and cum was between your legs or dripping down. Your eyes were heavy and chest moving up and down while you panted.

The air felt cold against your hot blazed cheeks, the fire suddenly too hot for once.You hummed softly, biting down gently at his neck occasionally to mark him as he did to you. Miles gently let you lay your head on his bicep while he sighed. His metal necklace a comfort while you played with it, occasionally gently tapping it on your fang to test the metal for the fun of it.

The sun somehow stayed blazing in the sky and even in broad-daylight, you somehow felt the sun on your skin from just the man's skin against yours.

Varang will be livid when she comes back and when she does? You will manage your insane sister, even for the insane dreamwalker by your side..

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