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Ma Neteyam pt.12

Part 11 Part 13

Summary: Neteyam's hormones only increase as he nears his omega presentation. Meanwhile, Vamai enjoys an eventful outing.

Warnings: power imbalance, omegaverse, explicit content (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT), oral, female x male smut, swearing, possessive behavior, etc.

“Undress.” Kxolo softly ordered as he began to remove the choker from around his thick neck. Neteyam let out a huff at the stalling. They had planned to bathe together after the Sully family had returned home but that idea seemed obsolete in light of the pressing information he needed from his alpha.

“You’re stalling.” Neteyam rashly accused him. The sun was slowly starting to give way to eclipse. The fading light kicked up Kxolo’s urgency, prompting him to start untying the loincloth from his omega’s tail himself. The male put up no resistance to the act but the annoyance radiating off of Neteyam was becoming palpable. His swishing tail made it more difficult to unravel the tight knots around it.

“I’m not telling you anything until you get in the water. We are losing daylight.” Kxolo sternly told him as the loincloth fell to the ground. Neteyam’s frustration grew as he was pulled into the water by his hand. Every racing thought was targeting the mystery behind the conversation with his parents and Kxolo. There were no obvious injuries or wounds that could be seen on the Olo’eyktan’s naked body.

Still, Jake had been more than gruff when the family had left earlier. The furrowed eyebrows and rigid posture was something Neteyam could recognize a mile away. Something had gone amiss during their talk and it had the Omatikaya Olo’eyktan furious.

It was not difficult to devise what could have gone wrong. In fact, there were a multitude of ideas that filled the omega’s head. When discussing the sex life of his only omega son, kidnapped son at that, Neteyam could see how his father could easily reach his limit. At home, Jake had always been very cautious with the eldest Sully. Neteyam was not left alone around other alphas if it could be helped. Neytiri and Jake had kept him pure and innocent when it came to sexual matters. Neteyam was coming to find that their overprotectiveness had put him at a disadvantage compared to many others. He had learned more in the past month than he had his whole life about sex and mating. Even Lo’ak had more experience and knowledge as he participated in one night stands and little flings.

Now he stood naked, bathing with a man that had fucked him into a whimpering mess more times than he cared to admit.

The drastic contrast was overwhelming.

A reality that his father would struggle to accept.

The water tickled at his thighs as they waded into the lake. The sun set behind the trees, drawing shadow patterns along their stripped skin. Kxolo advanced ahead of him until the surface of the water hit at the alpha’s waist. His long arms reached out and grabbed Neteyam’s hips to pull him deeper into the water. The smaller male’s feet stumbled against the rocks at the bottom of the lake before he tumbled into Kxolo’s arms.

Neteyam looked up at the male with a slight pout in place.

Small wrinkles kissed the edge of Kxolo’s golden eyes as he laughed warmly.

“Why do you insist on torturing me?” Neteyam’s voice rode the line between true frustration and playful mimicry. Still, he knew better than to cross over into bratty territory. The Olo’eyktan had special ways of taming little brats, as he liked to remind Neteyam often.

Gentle hands began to rub soap into the omega’s curves diligently. Despite the reserved nature, Neteyam could see the struggle behind those golden orbs. Kxolo was a master at maintaining his composure when needed but the omega had slowly come to learn what little signs showed his murking frustrations underneath. The most obvious tell tale give away was the persistent reaching for physical contact. Whenever Kxolo came home from a difficult hunt or tiring day, his first reprieve was to hold the omega close and usually run his nose along the slope of Neteyam’s neck.

As he did so now.

Apprehension coiled in his gut as Kxolo softly scented his mate without a word.

The Olo’eyktan’s signature musky scent grew thicker in the air. A true mixture of heavy emotion that had Neteyam softening within an instant.

“I simply want you to be calm before I tell you what happened.” Kxolo’s soft lips brushed along the skin of Neteyam’s neck as he spoke.

The rising trepidation fought against Neteyam’s efforts to calm himself. If he could not legitimately feel peace, the least he could do was give the appearance of cool and collected. His smaller hands held to the Olo’eyktan’s biceps. Lucky for him, there was no visible tremble.

“Do you understand?” Kxolo lifted his face from the dip of his neck to watch the omega closely.

“Yes.” The whispered word seemed to do the trick.

The growing shadows along Kxolo’s chest couldn’t hide the concave of it as he let out a heavy sigh. A serious tone set over the pair, but the Olo’eyktan continued to rub soothing circles into Neteyam’s hip bones. Whether the motion was for the omega or himself was unclear. His toes wiggled nervously against the rocks at his feet.

“Your parents requested that you be returned to the Omatikaya clan for the duration of your presentation.” The controlled words were held back from a growl. A diplomatic tone that he had heard from the Olo’eyktan before.

Neteyam’s ears subconsciously pinned back against his braids as the air was caught in his throat.

“I said no.”

The released tension from his muscles was disorienting. It was hard to place where the fluttering relief that drafted through him came from. Perhaps he was meant to be disappointed. Meant to yearn for the comfort and presence of his family and be grateful for his presentation bringing the excuse. Meant to beg and plead with Kxolo to change his mind. Meant to use every asset available to disarm and persuade the alpha before him. And yet, Neteyam was happy to stay.

To endure the foretold burning sexual hunger alone would be terrifying. It was not just the sexual desires that brought this fear, however. It was hard to imagine a night away from Kxolo. A night spent from the comfort, peace, and warmth that radiated from the male freely. To wake in the morning without the lightly pressed kiss along his shoulders or see the tired but exuberant gleam in the alpha’s eyes.

A time like that was ancient. It was only a foggy memory that felt foreign to him. There was no desire to revisit it.

“Were they upset?” Neteyam asked softly. There was a glimmer of surprise upon Kxolo’s face evident in the creases along his forehead. It was clear that the alpha was waiting for a fit; an outburst. All he was met with was a gentle but concerned face looking up at him.

“Yes. Your father mostly. I imagine you could tell as much though.” The silky tone was back. Neteyam watched the rise and fall of his chest subdue into deep breaths that evenly filled the male’s lungs. He absent-mindedly placed his palm flat against Kxolo’s chest. The thrumming heartbeat sent vibrations underneath his fingertips. Tension shriveled away with the gentle touch.

Neteyam was sure this was where he was supposed to panic. Yet, there was no energy left to expel and fret over the situation. He had already seen the anger in his father’s eyes and it was quickly becoming apparent that those strong emotions were only a package deal with the situation.

“Does he know about…what happened?” He sputtered the words while tracing lines between the glowing freckles on the Olo’eyktan’s chest. The sun had finally given way to eclipse, shifting their source of light to only the bioluminescence of the forest. Glowing fauna swam and illuminated the water around them.

“You mean losing your virginity?” Kxolo clarified. Neteyam’s ears twitched at the blunt reminder. “We did not speak of it but I assume that stems from the fact that your father does not want to face the truth. I suspect he knows, but chooses not to fully accept it.” Kxolo hummed while slipped one arm around Neteyam’s back to pull him in closer.

Neteyam’s sharp teeth gnawed at the inside of his bottom lip. It would have to come out eventually, but that didn’t have to be now. No matter how cowardly he knew it was, the omega was content to let his father live in denial for the time being. There was enough turbulence as it was. Let Jake assume his omega son was still innocent and clueless. That reality was sure to be more familiar to his father.

Selfishly, Neteyam yearned to keep the inevitable storm at bay for as long as possible.

“I suppose I do understand why your parents would rather keep you from me during the presentation.” Kxolo’s words were simply an exhaled sigh. Neteyam finally looked back up at his mate in confusion.

“You mean because of sex?”

There was a pause. Kxolo’s ears perched in interest and his mouth set agape slightly in surprise. It was hard for the omega to pinpoint the origin of his shock. The sinking feeling that he was on the outskirts of information began to settle. It had become all too familiar throughout his lifetime.

“Baby, what do you know about second gender presentation?” It was a genuine question. Kxolo waited patiently for a response. Even after all this time, Neteyam couldn’t fight the rising heat in his cheeks as he formulated a response.

“Well you fully present which makes you want to….have a lot of sex. Like heat but stronger I guess.” Kxolo soaked in the information. His head nodded softly as if to spin the wheels in his mind to understand. There was something amiss in his answer. Neteyam could tell that even past those compassionate eyes, Kxolo had deemed the response lacking.

“That’s true, baby boy. Anything else?” The Olo’eyktan’s voice was gentle and patient, as if talking to a child.

He picked through his brain for any other information that could be provided. Unfortunately, his parents had always been very intentional with what things they told him about the matter. He could recall the restraint in their voices everytime they sat the omega down to discuss the natural processes. In the past he had been too embarrassed to press on the subject. Now, he felt the frustration at being outside the loop once again.

“Like what?”

Kxolo let out a long exhale as a kind smile graced his lips. He took Neteyam’s face between each of his large hands, cupping it tenderly and swiping one thumb along his cheekbone.

“You’re right that presentation has some of the symptoms that a normal heat does. Your sexual appetite will burn even stronger than you have experienced in the past. Your body will yearn for the touch and care of an alpha, your alpha.” There was a but. Another piece that was sure to come along. The smooth and patient explanation was only a foreshadow of information to come.

“However there is something else unique to presenting that you do not experience in a normal heat. Something else that you will beg for besides my cock.” Kxolo’s golden orbs dilated, drinking in the colorful rims. Neteyam could feel the beginning of arousal building within him.

“What?” He spoke the syllable as a passing whisper, carried away with the night wind. All ideas of bathing had gone completely out the window. Whether he shivered consistently due to anticipation or the chill of the wind against his wet skin was unclear.

Maintaining eye contact, Kxolo reached behind Neteyam. With a delicate hold, he brought his queue around to the front. The simple touch sent a prickled vibration through his body. As the Olo’eyktan gently fiddled with his braid, tendrils of sensitivity shot along his scalp. It traveled down the curves and slopes of the omega’s body until it had him wiggling his toes in the rocks to expel it.

The tip of the alpha’s finger carefully traced down the length of his queue.

“Tsaheylu.”

Neteyam’s heart skipped a beat. His tail twitched and shifted with uncontrolled uncertainty.

“A bond with a potential mate, especially with your fated mate.” It had been the first time in many weeks that Kxolo had brought up their ‘destined paths’. It solidified the significance till it weighed down on Neteyam. Mating was no simple act. Their mating would bind them together forever. They would be promised and connected as witnessed by Eywa. There was no gray area when it came to mating. There could be no confusion of his feelings.

“Neteyam.” He could feel the word spoken from the rumbling underneath his hand more than he could hear it. The Olo’eyktan gently used both hands to angle his head and gaze upwards at him again. “Your parents do not trust that I will be able to stop our mating from happening upon your presentation.” Kxolo’s baritone sang heavily in the air.

Neteyam gulped down the lump in throat.

“Hear my words.” The command was tender but firm. “I will not let that happen. Our bond will not be formed simply due to the haze of heat and presentation because the connecting of two souls is more than passion or desire. It is companionship. It is a choice to be one another’s person. To be the one soul that can truly understand the other. To walk together through life.” Kxolo steadfastly declared.

Tears burned at the back of Neteyam’s eyes. His throat constricted with upwelling emotion that could not be shoved down, and for once he did not want it to be. The combination of the mighty heartbeat prevailing against his hand and raw glimmer of emotion in Kxolo’s eyes put the omega into a trance. The rest of the world pixelated into nothing; only white noise.

“I love you and I forever will.” They leaned in until their noses rested against one another’s “I’m going to take care of you. This I promise you.” Kxolo’s vow pulled at the straining of Neteyam’s heart. Mingled breaths tickled at the starry freckles upon their faces.

No words could form together to create a sufficient response. Neteyam could not and would not lie, not when those vulnerable eyes gleamed in the moonlight at him. Superficial poems and extravagant devotions of love were only smoke and mirrors. This was a time for truth.

One truth that Neteyam could speak with certainty.

“I trust you.”

There was no telling when it had become a reality. Neteyam’s mind could not trace back the lineage or origin of this truth, and yet that did not taint the statements' veracity. He trusted Kxolo. No shred of uncertainty lingered when it came to Neteyam’s confidence in the Olo’eyktan’s intentions. Kxolo would not betray him. His arms had always been open with peace and oasis waiting for him. This Neteyam knew.

The glimmer in Kxolo’s eyes was no longer a simple glow, but rather true tears held at bay. Three simple words that sounded too little to be uttered after the man’s speech, but Kxolo understood. He felt the significance in such a sentiment.

Trust is earned.

Trust is vulnerability.

Salty tears stained their cheeks as their lips met. The caress in the kiss was leisurely gentle. It was not mixed in the desperation of crazed lust. It was not leashed by primal desires and obligations of an alpha and omega. It was simply two people. Two people that chose to be there. Chose to bask in the presence of one another above all others. Such a kiss could not be bound by time. A raw connection through the interlacing of tender lips.

The yanking cord that had tied them together from the beginning had finally stopped tugging. It simply held Neteyam in place against the man that had changed his world. He was home.

“No.”

Kxolo exhaled a sigh at the one word syllable Neteyam had recently become fond of.

“It will only be a few hours, baby boy.” His tame reassurance was paired with a sweet kiss to the omega’s forehead. Regardless, the touch did not seem to loosen the grip Neteyam had on Kxolo’s battle band. With his head tucked into Kxolo’s chest and one leg thrown over his hips, the omega had put forth his best effort to immobilize the Olo’eyktan.

“No.”

It was supposed to be a short nap but that nap then led into cuddling and cuddling led to his cock taking apart the younger male and then from there yet another hour of lounging and lying together. Kxolo knew he was being a pushover. He had let Neteyam bat his pretty lashes at him and conceded to the requests to stay that came from pouty lips. He knew that the outbursts and new neediness was a result of increased omega hormones leading to Neteyam’s presentation. It was normal, even natural, to have the boy wanting to be glued to his side at every moment possible. His inner omega had recognized the alpha. The omega instincts would scream at him to stay close to the alpha as a preparation for the unpredictable presentation.

Kxolo was more than happy to indulge these cravings, but he had responsibilities too.

“I’m sorry love, but I was not asking for permission.” Extracting Neteyam from his frame was more difficult than anticipated. The flexing thighs and unbreakable grip were skills that the omega had obtained from hours of climbing.

“You can stay for a little longer.” Neteyam insisted as his leg was forcefully pushed from its positions over the Olo’eyktan’s hip.

“I’ve already stayed longer than I should have. Now be a good boy and stop pouting.” His firm voice left no room for argument as he finally managed to escape the tangled limbs and stand up. His inner alpha moped at the idea of leaving the omega when he had finally come around to showing such intense affection. Excuses were quickly being woven in his mind to find an escape from his responsibilities and indulge the boy, but Kxolo was used to drowning these voices out when needed. He knew what it meant being Olo’eyktan. There had to be balance between serving and receiving.

Kxolo went to sheath his knife in place and grab his bow. Netyam watched with big sad eyes from his place on their sleeping mat. It was becoming more difficult to distinguish between the feigned expression hiding ulterior motives and true sadness from his omega. The Sully boy was slowly figuring out what worked with his alpha and how to bend him towards his will. This was not foreign knowledge to him, but Kxolo hated to punish his omega when he was being so sweet and affectionate. It had taken so long to get there, after all.

“Neteyam please, enough with the sad eyes. You know that I cannot cave.” His voice fringed right on the lines of beginning while still maintaining his stern aurora.

That little crack in his resolve had the omega quickly scrambling to his feet and pulling the Olo’eyktan close by his battle band.

“Then take me with you.” Neteyam looked up at the taller male through thick lashes.

“Baby boy…” A deep sigh surged through the alpha’s chest. He tried to hold tightly to the last string of his resolve and ignore the glimmering hope in those golden eyes.

“I’ll be so good. I’ll just be quiet and watch. You won’t even know I’m there!” Neteyam urgently made a case for himself. Small hands slid along Kxolo’s waist until the omega had wrapped his arms tightly around his torso. Adoration fluttered rapidly to the surface as he felt him clinging to him. Still, he knew better than to take Neteyam’s word on it.

The omega had been an equal mixture of clingy and bratty for the past few days as they neared closer to his presentation.

“You know how much I would love to have you come along but you and I both know it would not work out. Not only are some of my responsibilities tiresome and dangerous, they also will leave you very bored.”He placed a tender kiss along the crown of Neteyam’s head. His reluctance only increased at the sight of the omega snuggling his face against his chest. The effect let their scent mingle and linger together into a satisfying essence.

“Please daddy.”

Kxolo’s strong hand instantly grasped Neteyam’s jaw and maneuvered it so he was looking up at him. His stripped cheeks were squeezed together firmly as the blazing golden orbs seared through him. Neteyam’s tail was curled and on alert at the compromising position.

“Baby boy,” The words were nothing more than a rumbled growl “do not start something you are not ready to finish.” Kxolo could feel the small shiver that raked through Neteyam’s body. Leaning down till they were face to face, Kxolo’s warm breath caressed his lips. “I’ve been very lenient with you lately because of the hormones but that does not mean you can be a naughty brat trying to manipulate me.” The raise of his browline quickly had the omega’s ears pinning backwards.

“Is that clear?”

Neteyam nodded as best as he could with his face trapped. The Olo’eyktan’s expression visibly softened before a warm smile graced his lips. He released the boy hastily and kissed him on the cheek before stepping away to continue gathering his stuff.

“You can hang out with Epok while I’m gone.” The bow was carefully shifted. He looked around the space to make sure he wasn’t forgetting anything.

“What?!” Neteyam gaped.

“Epok. I’m sure he won’t mind looking after you.”

“I don’t need a babysitter.” Neteyam huffed with his arms crossed.

“Then how about a friend to keep you company? Vamai is off with a group to gather berries on the west side. She won’t be back for a couple hours.” The information seemed to do little to sway the omega. Regardless, Kxolo’s mind was made up.

Neteyam squinted down at the piece of wood in his hands. The knife dragged stiffly into the timber in effort to mold and yield it to the right shape. His skills were rusty as he had not handled a knife in almost two months. Still, it was preferable to focus his energy on the badly carved bow than the curious gaze of the beta across from him. It had been an hour and they had already ran through every polite conversation topic.

That is, except for one.

The one person they had in common between the two of them.

“How has Vamai been?” Epok softly asked, eyes never veering from his own bow.

Neteyam tried not to show his shock at the abrupt blunt question. It was confusing ground to be on. Vamai avoided talking about Epok around Neteyam like the plague. He was not stupid. There was more to the story than what she had explained. Still, he was caught between his best friend and her ex lover with no idea what was appropriate to talk about.

The burning questions had been sizzling inside of him with no space to escape.

“What are you two fighting about?” Neteyam blurted out without a forethought. It was hard to say if it was the intense curiosity that had been fostered over the past couple weeks or the boredom from the past hour that had pushed him to butt in. The sound of scraping wood ceased. Neteyam looked up to see Epok sigh softly.

“I suppose she hasn’t told you then.” The soft timber of the beta’s voice was a calm drawl. Epok was reserved at times. A shingle of armor that Neteyam had a hard time getting through.

“No, but you can.” He insisted. There was more to the story after all. Neteyam couldn’t help but wonder why Vamai wouldn’t explain it to him. They told each other everything. From sexual encounters to what they ate for breakfast, it seemed that nothing was off the table for conversation. So why was this?

Epok set the bow down on the mossy ground. A large hand ran over his face as he let out a deep sigh. Apprehension was clear in his features.

“It’s complicated, Neteyam.” The omega waited for a further explanation but nothing came. He shifted to his knees, ready to diligently press for information. From the edge of the forest a group of Na’vi women came out giggling and carrying baskets of fruits on their hips. Among them was Vamai who seemed to be in a deep conversation with one of the other women.

The talk stopped when her eyes caught on Epok and Neteyam sitting awkwardly.

“Neteyam?” She abandoned the group in favor of investigating the situation.

“Olo’eyktan has me watching him while he is out on business.” Epok answered before the omega had a chance. Awkward tension quickly seeped between the cracks.

“Oh well, I’m here now so there’s no need.” Vamai said with a clipped voice. Before Neteyam knew it she was practically yanking him to his feet. He didn’t protest as he was anxious to get away from the uncomfortable interaction. Epok on the other hand was less eager.

“I was specifically told to watch over him, Vamai.” Epok swiftly got to his feet. A calm but stern aura surrounded him. It was easy to see the shift into his warrior persona. Always a responsible and obedient soldier.

“Yes I know how much you value your orders.” Vamai seethed. An underlying tale was woven between the words. It seemed the meaning did not evade Epok as his lips turned down into a frown.

“Vamai-”

“If Olo’eyktan gets upset you can pin it on me, don’t worry.” Vamai rashly cut him off. Taking Neteyam by the hand, she dragged his taller form from the scene before another word could be said.

The coiled tension in his muscles gave way as Neteyam leaned his back against the warm chest behind him. Strong arms automatically wrapped themselves around his hips to keep him in place on Kxolo’s lap. The familiar musky essence soothed his leftover nerves until his mind was simply a tingle of calm pleasure. A few hours had seemed to drag on forever. Now he was back where he felt the most safe and comfortable.

The cracking fire illuminated the faces of his friends in an orange glow. Despite the obvious avoidance between Epok and Vamai there was still warm laughter and stories passed around their small group. Neteyam even found Pulo’s company to not be too egregious. Tamil shared a story about his own presentation that had Neteyam on the edge of his seat, or rather the edge of his alpha’s lap. It was rare to hear the reserved gentle giant speak of his love life.

Every now and then the omega caught a glimpse of Tamil with his mate together, greeting her with a kiss at the doorway of their hut or handing off a small wriggling baby between them. The warrior did not ask for attention in his everyday life, but Neteyam couldn’t help but wonder if that came from a place of contentment. Half the time he would excuse himself to sit with his wife and child for dinner.

As he talked of his presentation and the bond between him and his mate, Neteyam’s head wove together sweet fantasies without permission. What it would be like to spend the rest of one's days devoted to one person, but then have that responsibility and joy grow as one becomes two or three or more.

Soft lips gently kissed the top of his spine. The omega instantly settled back in Kxolo’s arms, understanding the hidden request. Laying his head back against his chest, the omega savored the feel of a droning and mighty heartbeat sending vibrations through him. Neteyam mindlessly played with Kxolo’s long fingers while listening to the story.

“You are lucky that didn’t send you into rut, brother. Trust me, omega presentation and alpha rut is a messy combination.” Pulo chimed in before sharp teeth ripped into the grilled fish. Neteyam’s curiosity peaked at the topic.

“Is that a bad thing?” He asked the group softly. It was Vamai that answered him from her lounged position beside them.

“Don’t worry, Nete. Kxolo’s rut shouldn’t be for another month or two.”

In an instant, an unstoppable wave of emotion rippled through him. His thoughts clouded into a possessive haze that could only pinpoint the need to claim what was his.

“How do you know when his rut is?” Neteyam seethed with bared teeth. His form arched forward, prepared to lunge forward in attack if needed. If he had to protect what was his.

Neteyam’s sizzling hiss dissipated into a pain whimper as his queue was yanked firmly. His body was forced backward with an arched neck as Kxolo used the braided hair to manhandle him. The alpha’s hot breath tickled at his tucked ear as soft lips almost brushed it.

“Behave.” There was no need for threats. The omega knew what would happen if he didn’t concede. Looming pheromones wrapped his senses, luring Neteyam into submission. The sudden anger dissolved into a passing memory. “Apologize to Vamai.”

His cheeks tinted a slight pink as his eyes refocused on their setting again.

“Sorry.” Neteyam sheepishly whispered.

To his surprise Vamai appeared completely undisturbed by the outburst. A fond laugh left her lips causing the gems of her tops to tinker softly.

“It’s ok, Teyam. You really are close to presenting, poor thing. The Olo’eyktan’s time of rut is simply public knowledge considering his absence. Don’t worry, he’s all yours.” She cheekily winked at him. Her warm countenance washed relief over him. The grip on his queue disappeared. A sudden urge to get her alone surfaced. She knew what it was like to present as omega. He needed answers from someone that had real experience with the ordeal, but that couldn’t be done in the company of snooping betas and alphas.

The conversation buzzed back to life as if the interruption had never happened. Neteyam found himself back in the blissful hum of his affection as he snuggled back into Kxolo’s arms. He continued to play with the alpha’s long fingers absentmindedly. The action was surprisingly calming as he traced one finger along the pronounced knuckles and roughed up calluses the Olo’eyktan had received over the years.

Warm lips traced the back of his neck with frustrating delicacy. It sent shivers down Neteyam’s spine and made him shift in the alpha’s lap. The curve of Kxolo’s proud smirk was evident even with the omega’s back turned to him. He could already hear the words in that prideful expression.

So sensitive, baby boy.

It seemed that every nerve had been dialed to eleven along with the stronger hormones. The simplest brush of the alpha’s tail or whisper of adoring nicknames had him wanting to curl closer. It was distinct from just simple horniness. Neteyam wanted to be held, praised, and cherished. He yearned to hear the purr of ‘good boy’ murmured from Kxolo’s lips over and over, until the omega had no choice but to believe it.

Neteyam softly listened to the conversation as he traced random words onto Kxolo’s palm. The alpha would occasionally shiver or twitch from the simple touches. Neteyam enjoyed small moments like this where he knew that the mighty Olo’eyktan could become putty in his hands if handled the right way. It reminded him that Kxolo was affected by Neteyam’s presence as much as Neteyam was by his.

As dinner was starting to come to a close, Neteyam prepared himself to snatch Vamai away and pester her with endless questions. His plans were quickly thwarted though when the girl suddenly stiffened, nervously fiddled with her hair and then made a hasty excuse in order to sneak off back home. Neteyam quirked an eyebrow at the sudden change of her demeanor but the thought was lost in the winds as Kxolo’s looming figure came up to hug him from behind.

“Shall we go home?” The Olo’eyktan’s purred into his shoulder between tender kisses.

Neteyam nodded deliriously, melting into the warmth of the embrace.

Lo’ak wrapped the cord around the arrowhead in a diagonal pattern until it was firmly attached. It had taken him five times to complete the task for just one arrow. His nerves were starting to drive him up a wall. No amount of channeling those feelings into projects had fought them off. The sun was high in the sky as he continued to wait for her by the Hallelujah mountains.

She didn’t promise to meet him.

Their interaction through the throat comm had been short. Vamai had confirmed she knew the location and time but when asked whether or not she would come, Lo’ak only received a ‘we’ll see’ before the line went silent.

It was about what Lo’ak expected from the omega after her resistance to mating was made obvious. Vamai was not one to go down easily but it was clear to see that there was something else that played to his favor. Curiosity. The flick of her tail and sparkle in her eyes was one that he recognized well. The omega claimed she didn’t get into relationships but there was always going to be a part of her that yearned to explore the spark of electricity that flowed between them.

That idea alone was enough to stake his hope on. She could be stubborn all she wanted but at the end of the day, Eywa had chosen them for a reason. The very nature of their souls called to one another. If his own dreams were anything to go by, she would still be drowning in endless subconscious thoughts about him as she slept.

“Boo!”

Drowned in his own inner musings, Lo’ak was oblivious to Vamai’s soundless approach till her exclamation tickled at his ear. Naturally he jumped and immediately went to load the arrow but the familiar essence of citrus fruit and pine needles revealed the identity of his ‘attacker’. Vamai’s joyful teasing laugh settled into his muscles till they finally relaxed. He turned to face her and all annoyance at her sneak attack floated away.

As usual her free flowing hair struck with multiple feathers and ornaments framed her elegant features, but this time there was something else. The small pendant lay sweetly along her forehead and that sight alone made his heart skip a beat. She had not only kept his small gift, but had continued to wear it.

Hope was not foolish after all.

As always, Vamai was breathtaking. Her essence wrapped and weaved around him until it left him in a dizzying haze of lust and desire. Vamai’s eyes were pools of golden allure that Lo’ak could easily get lost in. Gently slopes of her features that all led to pouty lips. A petite figure with sweet soft curves that Lo’ak wanted to trace trails on with his tongue. In fact, he had more than a few dreams of doing exactly that. So sweet and delicate beneath his touch. A pretty angel with a devious attitude.

She was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen.

“You know, maybe it would be best to not sneak up on me when I’m holding a deadly weapon, little snitch.” He warned with a raised eyebrow. Vamai gave his words hardly any heed as she simply rolled her eyes. Walking on the balls of her feet she pranced towards the cliff edge to peer down towards the ground. Her tail swished and her ears perked with interest at whatever she had observed.

“I wasn’t sure if you were going to come. Guess you couldn’t resist.” Lo’ak teased with a smirk.

“Well I was bored and I figured you wanted to meet here to go cliff diving.” Vamai easily produced the excuse. Lo’ak’s eyebrows bunched together warily.

“Cliff diving? Where?”

Vamai finally turned to face him once more with a wide grin on her face. She confidently pointed to the top of the waterfall that sprung around the bend and into a deep river. Lo’ak was familiar with the waterfall and river but never had he considered cliff diving there. The beginnings of laughter coalesced in his lungs. He waited for her sweet laughter to bubble up and inform him that it was some silly joke, but it never came.

“Very funny, but no one jumps from there, sweetheart.”

“Well then I must be no one.” Vamai responded without missing a beat. Her eyes twinkled with a mischief that had Lo’ak unsure if he should be excited by it or terrified of its consequences. His eyes swept to the waterfall in the distance once more before returning.

“There is no way you have jumped from there.” Lo’ak concluded with his hands confidently placed on his hips. He stepped closer till their toes almost touched. He inwardly grinned at the obvious shift of her scent that came with his closer proximity. The mask the omega wore was one that Lo’ak was clearly finding ways to see through.

Deciding to push his luck, Lo’ak’s softly wrapped his tail around her upper thigh. Their eyes locked. He waited to see if she would push him away. If she would crack. Vamai held her ground and stared up at him with shining determination, but nothing could hide the faint blush that painted her cheeks. The pink glow was so delicate in contrast to the sharp eyes piercing him.

The prettiest little omega.

“I do it all the time.” The arrogance in her tone rippled away as Lo’ak gently brushed the back of his knuckles against her blushing cheek. The gentle touch made her freeze and a warm satisfaction bubbled up inside of Lo’ak as he saw her eyelids struggle to not flutter closed. This feeling was fleeting however.

Vamai gripped his wrist tightly to stop the movement. The omega’s hand could barely close around the width of his wrist and Lo’ak knew he could rip it away with hardly a flinch, but he remained still.

“You really have a problem understanding personal space, branch-eater.” Vamai shoved herself away from him and swatted at the winding tails around her thigh till it was detached. Lo’ak smirked at the old devious nickname she had revived. “If you want to come, you have to promise to behave.” She huffed with hands on her hips.

“Behave? And what does that entail exactly?” Lo’ak asked with a raised eyebrow and the beginnings of a chuckle forming in his throat. His tail swished back and forth as he observed her wide stance and pouted lips that were meant to exert her dominance over him. He knew it was foolish to underestimate Vamai’s determination but it was hard to find a girl of such short stature and delicate features threatening.

“This is my space.” She motioned to the vicinity around her. “And that is yours.” Vamai gestured to his area without daring to close any distance between them. “You stay in your space and I’ll stay in mine. Does that make sense?”

Lo’ak didn’t miss the patronizing tone infused in her explanation. His inner alpha fringed on the edge of growling at the rebellion but he quickly calmed himself as he focused on the real meaning behind her words. His presence had an effect on her, one that worked against her little game of cat and mouse.

“I think I grasped the basic concept.” He sarcastically teased with a faux distraught expression. “But then again I’m more of a hands-on learner.” Lo’ak’s playful demeanor did nothing to break the cold ice in her expression that worked as an authoritative front. Still, she didn’t respond directly to the comment besides a small exasperated huff. Her hair flowed in the wind as she proudly walked past him to the edge of the cliff.

“If you fall, that's on you.” That was all she said before starting to carefully inch across the narrow pathway along the mountainside.

Lo’ak felt his heart spike slightly as he watched her footwork along the moss covered path. It was not uncommon to scale paths such as this but he couldn’t help but feel slightly responsible and protective over her wellbeing. He gave one look back at his ikran before following after her. They each pressed their backs flat against the cold rock while shuffling sideways. The wind blew harshly against Lo’ak’s skin till it had brought a slight pink to the apple of his cheeks but he paid it no mind as he watched Vamai’s movements diligently. He kept one arm stretched outwards and ready to grab her at the slightest inclination of gravity taking over.

In reality, her smaller form was more adept to paths like these. Vamai’s feet could almost entirely rest along the rock slab while Lo’ak’s had no choice but to hang partway over the edge. Occasional hanging roots and grooves in the rocks became aids along their journey but Vamai hardly used them as they progressed.

The sound of rushing water became more apparent till it was drowning out every other sense and showing evidence of spray wetting their trail. Lo’ak’s sigh of relief upon reaching the normal cliffside was swallowed up in the powerful roar of the waterfall. For the first time the alpha finally had a chance to appreciate the view from their spot at the top of the cliffside. The Hallelujah mountains hung gracefully in the distance, blanketed with golden sunlight. Everything beneath them was a vibrant tangle of green forest and colorful organisms crawling along it. That is, everything but the mighty river and raging waterfall that flowed into it.

The now apparent drop accentuated the recklessness of their decision. Lo’ak thirsted for adventure and thrill but things were different when it involved other people. This wasn’t just him blowing off some steam through mindless adrenaline rushes. He was with an omega, his omega, nonetheless and he didn’t think he could live with himself if she got hurt.

Vamai’s bottom lip was trapped between her teeth as she looked down from their position to the side of the waterfall. They were a good enough distance away from the rushing water that upon impact it was unlikely to get pulled and stuck under the falling water but still, apprehension was thick in the air. Lo’ak could tell from the shake of her hands and hesitant rocking upon the balls of her feet that she was nervous too. She surveyed their intended path closely with furrowed brows.

“Well,” The omega sighed, throwing her hands up. “The longer we wait here the worse it will be.”

“Vamai, maybe we should do something el- VAMAI!” Lo’ak’s sentence broke into a booming yell as she bolted straight towards the edge and leaped into the air. Her form disappeared within a moment as gravity yanked her down. Her high pitched scream that echoed through the air punched at his gut.

All feelings of hesitation became crushed under fear as his feet pounded against the cold slab to follow her. Lo’ak jumped out from the edge without another thought. There was not a moment to consider or process what he had just done before his body was free falling through the air. Cold wind whipped at his skin. His stomach wrenched and felt like it was rising within his chest as his body plummeted towards the ground. The fall was so much longer than he had anticipated and yet it felt as if he was flying at a hundred miles per hour. Lo’ak’s ears twitched as he heard a brassy cacophony of sound and it wasn’t until he felt the air leave his lungs that he realized it was his own yelling.

The Sully boy had just enough wits about him to remember to position his body into a pencil dive before his feet broke the surface of the water.

His ears ached with the sudden increase of pressure as his body sank towards the substrate of the river. Only the sound of sizzling white noise that came with being underwater filled his senses. Once his momentum had slowed and Lo’ak had managed to not scrape up against any of the rocks, he began to swim towards the top. The current yanked at his form to create a diagonal ascent. By the time he broke the surface and air was sucked into his lungs Lo’ak was good ways off from the waterfall and in calmer slope of the river.

Once his need for oxygen had been satiated Lo’ak was finally able to register the breathy puffs of laughter coming from his right. Vamai treaded water off a ways with a delirious smile and blown out pupils. Lo’ak could still feel the buzzing of an adrenaline rush flowing through his veins. This energy was well used closing the distance between him and the flustered omega.

“You!” A stern finger was pointed at Vamai as he swam. “You lied. You have never done that before!” Lo’ak accused with harsh breaths panting through his lips.

“You’re right, I haven’t.” Vamai panted back with an intoxicated and bemused look across her face. “That was insane!” Her exclamation barely came out in a rushed exhale as she looked back up at the top from where they had jumped.

Puffs of air were forced from her lips in small huffs until they slowly started to turn into breathy giggles. Giggling turned into laughter and it wasn’t long until Lo’ak felt the same convulsing pressure in his lungs. Their laughter fed off of one anothers until it became hard to breathe. The release of emotion created pathways for his adrenaline to escape through and slowly this allowed his heart beat to start returning to a normal pace. The corner of the alpha’s eyes crinkled as he laughed. Vamai’s own joy and noises kicked up until she was starting to hoot and yip with glee. Lo’ak had no hesitation in joining her. They celebrated with shrieking cries as if they had conquered death.

Wet hair splayed around her shoulders, Vamai glowed with radiant energy. Electricity that was no longer contained. The sight stretched his grin until his cheeks hurt from the strain. The warriness from her golden orbs was absent, urging him to take a leap of faith.

“Don’t think you won’t pay for this.” Lo’ak teased, feigning a stern tone. “You better hope you can swim fast, little snitch.” A devious glow overtook his features and immediately set the omega into a competitive headspace.

“Do your worst, Sully.” Vamai grinned before ducking underneath the water. She was swift and agile in the water, diving down deeper at great speed with graceful rolls of her body. Lo’ak took in one last breath before diving after her.

His body moved in a powerful rhythm of breaststroke but every time he had a chance to catch the small omega she would slip away from his grasp. Large rocks and boulders that were struggles for the alpha were nothing for Vamai as she slid around and between gaps just big enough for her small body. Lo’ak quickly found that his greatest opportunities for collecting the damsel was in the short moments she would breach the surface for another gulp of air. The first time Vamai just barely managed to slip beneath the surface before he could reach her ankle but he did not make the same mistake the second time around.

Before she could hardly gasp for air Lo’ak slips his muscular arms around her waist and heaved her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. The added weight pushed him slightly deeper into the water but he managed to find purchase on the rocky bottom at a shallower section to keep them above it. Her shrieks and pleas for release were distorted with uncontained laughter. Lo’ak held her squirming form tightly against his shoulder as he looked for an area he knew would be deep enough.

With a mischievous grin and chuckle he grasped her hips and chucked her small form as far and high as he could. A screech left her lips as she flew through the air and straight underwater again. Lo’ak felt a wave of victory wash over him. His smile slowly faded as time went by and her head didn’t pop up. The alpha tried to remain calm and count the seconds she had been underneath the surface but eventually it was too long. Just as he was about to dive into the water a sudden weight toppled onto his back.

Vamai crawled up his back as if he were just another tree to climb. Lo’ak was beyond relieved to see that she was in fact not drowning but his competitive nature was quick to swing back into full force. He clawed and reached for the gripping hands and feets along his back but Vamai seemed to always be one step ahead of him. A playful growl rumbled in his chest. The omega’s hands gripped at his shoulders while trying to find a way to manipulate his balance. She was finally deemed successful by crashing her knees between his shoulder blades and effectively making him too top heavy.

The pair tumbled into the water simultaneously but Vamai found another wave of victory by shoving his head back underwater roughly before he could fully breach the surface.

Their game continued without reprieve. Lo’ak would find ways to catch and manhandle Vamai only for her to return the favor by using his weak points to strategically control and topple over his taller form. Laughter, growls, and screeches echoed off the mountains as they each fought for an unobtainable victory. It wasn’t until they were both wheezing for air that a truce was called.

Vamai settled onto shallows against the rocks as her breath came out heavy. Lo’ak own appearance was disheveled and askew with his arm band halfway to his wrist and braids twisted around one another haphazardly. His attention was quickly captured by her delicate fingers readjusting the feathered top. The Sully boy’s first instinct was to reach out and push the feathers away. He yearned to see the curve of her breasts and peaks that adorned them without any obstructions. To feel the weight of them in his hands, biting and sucking at the omega’s nipples until she was squirming underneath him.

Lo’ak busied his hands with adjusting the bands of his loincloth instead. He stamped out the impulse. Vamai was not another random hookup, he reminded himself. If he wanted her to be his omega he would need to play the long game. His was trying to be what his father referred to as a gentleman.

“Hand it to me?” Vamai’s voice broke him out of the trance and he prayed to Eywa that she somehow had missed the way he was ogling her breasts. A small bracelet floated in the way next to him. Lo’ak quickly obliged and kneeled down in front of her to slip the bracelet back on her wrist. His fingers lingered along her soft azure skin.

Looking up, he found her undivided attention aimed at him, gaze heavy and wanton. The intensity in those orbs drew him forward.

“Lo’ak.” His name flowed like honey from her lips, thick and sweet.

“Yeah little snitch?” Lo’ak leaned in closer till his breath teased at the baby hairs framing her face. She looked between his lips and eyes slowly with doe eyes and he immediately understood the silent request.

It was Vamai that closed the last bit of distance between them. Her lips were just as soft and sweet as he remembered. Lo’ak held back a purr at the feel of her fingers intertwining with his braids. He kissed her back slowly, almost delicately, as if worried of breaking the enchanting girl within his grasp. However, the tune quickly changed when she sensually bit at his bottom lip without mercy.

The coppery taste of blood filled his mouth, showing how vicious she was becoming. Without breaking the kiss Lo’ak sternly straddled her hips with his muscular thighs, making sure not to let his full weight fall on her. Their tongues fought for dominance but all it took for her to cave was one of his hands gently wrapping around her throat. Vamai’s fingers gripped his forearm as a small breathless moan leaked into the kiss. The sound set Lo’ak’s skin on fire. He captured her tongue in his mouth and began to suck it greedily.

His efforts were rewarded with a melody of sweet noises that had his loincloth feeling extremely restrictive. He could feel her pulse beneath his fingers and her scent was no longer just a smell but a true essence Lo’ak could taste on his lips. It was intoxicating. Vamai began to arch her body against him, although trapped beneath his weight. Every nerve lit with tingles as he felt her thighs clench together to chase some sort of friction. They barely gave one another moments to gasp for air before diving back into taste one another hungrily.

With the hand gently wrapped around her throat the alpha slowly guided her to lean back until fully laying against the rock, the other hand cupping the back of her head to ensure it wasn’t bumped. A thin layer of water rushed around her head and pulled the free flowing hair in various directions. Lo’ak gave himself a moment to marvel at her beauty before diving in to capture her lips once more.

Lo’ak ran his thumb up and down the column of her neck, knowing it would leave a delightful trace of her scent on his skin. Meanwhile, Vamai began to get restless. The omega boldly groped and clawed at any skin within her reach. One hand managed to grip at his muscular thigh that had been hiked up underneath him. She ran it along the back of his thigh up higher and higher until it shot a shiver down his spine. He broke the kiss for a moment to let out a hazy chuckle when the omega’s delicate fingers squeezed his ass.

“Cheeky thing.” He mumbled reconnecting their lips. Lo’ak could feel her smirk into the kiss. The smirk disappeared as her mouth formed into an o shape when he wrestled one his knees between her legs to press at her core. The heat coming from beneath her loincloth was a radiating contrast to the cold river water that flowed around her. His tail flicked ecstatically in response to her apparent arousal. He diligently pressed and massaged the sweet spot between her thighs until she had to break the kiss in order to release her pent up moans.

The golden in his eyes was quickly conquered by his dilating lust filled irises. His cock was already at full mass, straining for release from its confines. Every roll of his knee brought a new wave of her arousal induced scent that had his nostrils flaring. The alpha couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to taste her, feel her against his tongue and lips. With that all consuming objective in mind, Lo’ak bit and kissed along her neck while running his hands along the curves of her waist and hips. It took major self control to not sink his canines deeply into throat till it left a mark that would designate his territory.

Lo’ak mind was simply a cloud of desire and lust but even then, he tried to remember the situation he was in.

Control was quickly slipping away as the desperate thrusts against his knee were driving his primal urges to a new high. It seemed that Vamai was not far behind as she squirmed with every descending kiss along her body.

“Lo’ak.” His ears twitched at the beautiful sound of his name along her lips. He decided he liked it even more when it came out as barely more than a panting exhale. “Don’t tease.” She gritted out.

Lo’ak raised himself up from kissing along her ribs until he their noses nudged one another. His knee settled to the side and away from her heat, flashing a desperate displeased expression across Vamai’s face.

“Then tell me what you want.” The alpha whispered, eyes never leaving her own. Vamai’s nose scrunched as she tried to glare at him, but the intensity was subdued by the heavy pants that trickled past her lips.

“You asshole.” Vamai’s insult only brought a chuckle from deep within his chest.

“Ok, then how about I tell you what I want?” He leisurely suggested while reaching one hand down to stroke along her inner thigh. Her demeanor wavered, fluttering eyelashes cuing the effect.

His chest flared with pride.

“I want,” Lo’ak brought his lips to the shell of her ear. “Your taste along my tongue.” Vamai’s ears twitched at the whisper.

“I want to run my tongue between your soft folds.” Lo’ak the tips of his fingers further up her thigh in a swirling pattern.

Vamai bit her lip to keep in the betraying noises that threatened to leave her throat. She could already feel her walls clenching around nothing, fluttering at his sinful words.

“I want to savor every drop of your sweet arousal till it leaves an unforgettable trace in my mouth for days.” Lo’ak’s voice dropped into a deeper baritone that rumbled from his chest. One finger ran over her clothed pussy, catching on her clit unexpectedly. Sparkling pleasure rippled through her without warning. Vamai was unable to hold in her gasp. She could feel the alpha’s grin against her ear.

“I want to feel your sweet little pussy clench around my fingers.” The pad of his thumb rubbed at her clit through the thin fabric. The added pressure had the omega’s thighs beginning to shake. Her burning skin contradicted the light trickle of cool water she lay upon. Every thought whizzed towards the burning coil gathering between her legs. Lo’ak’s toned form looming above her seemed to consume every sense. Vamai traced every ridge and line along his chest and back hungrily.

“I want you to paint them white.” Sharp canines nipped her ear, causing her to flinch. The burning arousal was becoming almost painful as two fingers ran up and down her folds through the fabric. She knew were it not for the river already soaking her loincloth her own juices would have done the job. The fabric clung to her pussy from the sticky slick. “Make your pretty pussy cum all over my fingers and tongue.”

Vamai’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, chest rising with the arch of her back.

“The real question is,” A dark undertone took over his word, luring her further into his filthy promises. “Are you going to let me taste this little pussy?”

“Yes.” The confirmation came instantaneously. “Yes Lo’ak, please.”

Lo’ak grinned devilishly.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” He said as if she was giving him the greatest gift he could ask for. A small squeak of surprise escaped her throat as he manhandled her on the mossy bank out of the water. Still lying atop the shallow rocks of the river, Lo’ak spread her legs wide before him. He impatiently untied and threw the offending piece of drenched fabric away without fuss.

Vamai’s arousal shone prevalently, lips spread partly to reveal the sensitive bud to his gaze.

To say Lo’ak’s expectation of the day were exceeded would be an understatement.

Best fucking day ever.

“Look at that sweet pussy. Already so wet and ready.” She jerked as he placed a sweet kiss on her clit.

With a firm grip on her thighs he flattened his tongue to lick a broad stripe from her fluttering pussy and through her soaked folds. Vamai groaned loudly, wet hair tangling with the moss as she threw her head back in pleasure. It was all the encouragement Lo’ak needed to start devouring her like a madman.

His tongue dragged and played along her folds until her groans started to turn into little pleas for more. Her slick coated his lips and chin as he ferociously licked kissed and sucked at her cunt. The building pleasure made it difficult for Vamai to stay still, let alone hold back the crude noises and pleas crawling up her throat. She bit at her fist, trying to muffle herself and gain some sort of self control once more.

The alpha growled against her core at noticing the sudden stifle of noises. In an instant Lo’ak was back above her, water rolling off of his wet body to drip onto her smaller form. The Sully boy harshly caught her wrist and pinned it to the mossy ground.

“None of that, little snitch.” He tsked, eyes boring into her skull. The flow of burning intensity in his expression seeped into her bones, subduing every hesitation and letting her mind concede to her natural omega instincts. “I want to hear every sound that comes out of those pretty lips. Nice and loud for me.”

He didn’t descend again until it was clear that she would keep her mouth uncovered. Lo’ak didn’t ease himself back into the task. The only warning Vamai received was his hot breath against her clit before he was taking the small bud into his mouth and sucking on it. White hot pleasure raked through her body with such intensity, Vama considered it a miracle she did not cum right on the spot.

“Agh nu- Lo’ak!!” The incoherent babbling only spurred him on further, sharps teeth playfully nipping at her puffed up clit. His tongue swiped the bud back and forth with just the right amount of pressure to have the omega seeing stars. “Oh Eywa! Fuck!” Vamai rattles off with an arching back that so deliciously shows off the curve of her breasts for Lo’ak’s hungry gaze.

His cock strained and twitched underneath his loincloth as he heard the desperate groans of his name continue to rain from her lips. He had to stop himself several times from rutting against the wet rocks beneath him like a horny teenager. Her essence was all that filled his senses as it wafted through his flared nostrils and now resided on his skilful tongue.

Lo’ak hooked the omega thighs over his broad shoulders providing her with a view that stayed burned within her memory. Her neck ached with the strain as she managed to prop herself up enough to see his muscular form laying between her legs. His tangled braids swayed as his face was smothered in the soft wetness of her cunt, eagerly feasting as if it was his last meal. His toned body still lay halfway in the river, small droplets of water rolling down his muscular back.

This gorgeous man was going to tear her apart, she knew it. And yet the scariest part was that a part of her knew she would let him. She would let him do unspeakable things to her body without complaint, probably thank him for it too.

Lo’ak ran his fingers through her wet folds to naturally lube them before starting to press one finger into her tight heat. He audibly groaned against her clit as he felt the velvet-like walls clench around him. Her pussy took the long finger in graciously, sucking around him like it was made for him. Images of slipping his cock into the heat of those tights walls flooded his brain. The alpha barely had to wait a moment before he was able to slip in another finger beside the first. This granted him the euphoric melody of Vamai’s squeal.

“There you go. Your little pussy is so good for me, isn’t she?” Lo’ak cockily purred against her heat while curling the two fingers to reach the spongy spot inside.

“Oh Great Mother! Right there! L-Lo’ak ah please!” Vamai screeched with eyes clenched shut and nose scrunched in pleasure. He watched her expression from below, enjoying the plush thighs that squeezed around his head.

“Feel good, sweetheart?” The alpha cheekily asked while simultaneously curling his fingers and rubbing her clit into circles. Her only reply was incoherent moans and gasps that acted as gasoline to the flames that burned in his gut.

Lo’ak carefully slipped in another fingers, savoring the stretch of her slick walls. His ears twitched as he focused on the squelching lewd sounds of her pussy over the rush of the river. Lo’ak head was locked in place by her soft thighs with little space to breath and his forearms ached from the awkward motion of pumping into her tight pussy from underneath him, but it was a sweet suffering he would take over and over again without hesitation.

Vamai clawed at the moss beneath her as she was unable to properly reach any part of his body from this position. She found slight solace in wrapping her tail around his flexing bicep that supported his weight. The omega could feel her peak quickly approaching. Her walls fluttered around his fingers with every lewd motion of tongue along her clit and folds.

Lo’ak hummed in satisfaction at the increasing pressure around his digits. Constant streams of sputtered screams and moans escaped from Vamai’s throat without constraint, urging Lo’ak to see what other noises he could wrench from her. Her pussy had quickly become well acquainted to his three fingers, allowing him to pump in and out while occasionally terrorizing her sweet spot. Vamai’s eyes snapped open in surprise, feeling the tip of another smaller digit wrestle in besides the others. Lo’ak managed to look up and wink at her as his pinky slipped past the rim.

Demon blood came in handy every now and then.

“Lo’ak! Lo- Lo- Lo- aaahhh.” Vamai screamed, her body braced for the impending climax.

The alpha’s tongue savagely dragged along her folds to slowly spell out Lo’ak letter by letter. Vamai was too far gone to understand the meaning behind his motions but to him, it was the closest thing he could get to properly marking his omega. His name pleasurefully branded on her sweet cunt as she struggled to even say his name properly through her moans.

“That’s it, cum for me.” Lo’ak demanded.

Stars infringed on her vision as Vamai’s orgasm crashed through her. The pleasure seemed to shake every nerve in her body, thighs clamping around Lo’ak’s head. The alpha decided oxygen was unimportant as he could feel her cum painting his blue fingers white crudely. He sucked at her clit and massaged that spot inside of her frantically to help Vamai ride through the orgasm. The strangled whimper she produced while clenching around his fingers greatly outweighed that of his wildest fantasies. Lo’ak knew that his wet dreams from now on would only be mocking mirages of the real thing.

He finally ceased the movements when she had relaxed in his hold and her hips jutted away due to oversensitivity. Part of the alpha was tempted to continue through the overstimulation and force another groundbreaking release from her, but that would have to be for another day.

With heavy lidded eyes, Vamai watched him carefully extract the digits from her pussy before putting her legs down and sucking on the white covered fingers. He hummed softly in appreciation of the taste while locking eyes with her.

It wasn’t until Lo’ak was perched on his haunches that she noticed the obvious bulge in his dripping loincloth. Her muscles ached with the aftermath of such an intense orgasm but still she tried to sit up and reach for him.

“Let me help.” The omega tried to sensually suggest but the words came out jumbled and raw from the excessive strain that her moans and screams had put on her vocal chords.

The offer was more than tempting, especially when his hard cock twitched at the sound of her raspy voice. However, Lo’ak tried to consider the bigger picture. This wasn’t just some sleezy hookup to him. The alpha was lucky enough to taste and pleasure her, but Lo’ak didn’t want her to think that he had called her to meet up with him for sex. He was playing the long game, one that had to be handled strategically.

“No no, it’s ok.” His deep voice soothed her as he crawled fully onto the mossy bank. “Just come here.” Lo’ak murmured while pulling the small omega into his arms to lay with him. Their soaked bodies intertwined, his large hand pushing her head to lay against his chest. Vamai’s hair was missing feathers and instead tangled with pieces of moss. Both of their lips were swollen and pink and the soft wind sent a shiver along their wet bodies, but neither went to move.

The warmth of her small form against his own lulled Lo’ak into a deep sense of serenity. His heart rate finally began to slow and for the first time in weeks, he could feel the beginning of a deep untroubled sleep falling over him.

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