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lo'ak avatar is so important we need more representation for horse girls who are boys.
the best line in the movie is his weepy little "no☹️😢🥺" after jake tells him hes done enough like nooo lo'ak get behind me
I had this ready for 3 months now.
⋆.𐙚 ̊⋆.ೃ࿔ 𝒀𝒂𝒘𝒏𝒆
part 2 of yawne ♡
pairing: dark!neteyam x innocent human reader
synopsis: neteyam decides to take a sweet girl he found wandering around pandoras forest for himself <3
tw: reader can breathe pandoras air, a/b/o dynamics, toxic neteyam, power imbalance, cnc, somnophelia barely, fingering, bitting, talks of mating, manipulation, DEAD DOVE, you are responsible for the media you consume
wc: 1.9k
a/n: hiyaaa i’m back!! i saw avatar 3 the other day and couldn’t stop thinking of how much i missed teyam so i had to write something myself!! let’s bring back avatar fics please they were the best TvT requests are open so you’re free to request!! this will probably also have multiple parts if you guys want.. i’d love to write a sequel ^_^
☽ ⋆ ⋅ ──── premature | part two of teach me. |
⟡ 𑁍ࠬܓ neteyam tries to teach you how to give a blow job— key word tries. poor baby can’t last as long he wants.
☼ fem! na’vi reader, nsfw, fluff and smut, humor, blow job teaching, cumming early— yes i know this is the blow job hating website but fuck it…. HERE!! everyone is aged up, this is explored several years after becoming mates.
⟡ m.list
Neteyam’s hips move beyond his control.
You press a firm hand to his belly, soft skin twitching beneath your palm, and pin him to the tree, gazing up at him in amusement. His slender frame seems to stretch on forever from down on your knees.
“Ma Neteyam, stop squirming.” You pinch his side and slip a finger beneath the tewng’s tie on his hip, tugging playfully.
Neytiri and Jake dancing together at the Sturmbeest Hunt Festival, which is definitely a scene that should've stayed in the first Avatar film🔥🎇✨️
The awesome artist is tamatoris (ig not active currently) I got this in 2023 💙
The same bunny.⋆.𐙚 ̊
Dark!Neteyam x innocent! Na'vi reader
Summary⋆.𐙚 ̊<The one where you and Neteyam grew up impossibly close to eachother, but as you reach adulthood you drift apart that is until things go horribly, terribly wrong. And neteyam has to draw you back to where you belong.>
Warnings⋆.𐙚 ̊<size difference, choking, dom/sub, rough, gaslight, manipulation, stalking, oral fem!receiving, squirting, sir kink,fingering, degradation, fear kink, corruption>
Neteyam did not remember a time when she did not exist.
His earliest memories were not of bows or blood or the weight of a spear in his hands—they were of a small, soft presence always just behind him, fingers clutching the woven band at his wrist as she tried to keep up with his longer strides.
She was always there.
Their families kelku stood close together, the shells angled along the trees. The Sullys’ home and hers were joined by a long lasting respect, love and trust from Neytiri's bestfriend. A trust that had been passed down into her daughter and through Neytiri's eldest son-Neteyam.
Every morning, without fail, Neteyam and Jake would make their way over to the neighbouring hut and knock three times.
Jake’s voice followed, deep and warm as usual.
“Can we steal our doll today?”
And every time, her parents laughed.
She would peek out first, with her big eyes, soft smile, and her hair never quite tied back right.
Jake had called her doll from the moment she could walk. Not because she was fragile—though she was—but because she had that comfort about her.
The same comfort that little girls put into their toys.
That was found in her.
Neytiri loved her as her own. She was the closest thing to a neice that she had-though not by blood, she would do anything to protect her bestfriend's daughter and they would do anything to protect her children. She braided her hair with reverence, painted her markings with gentle hands, scolded the boys if they played too roughly around her.
And Neteyam—
Neteyam watched.
Always watched.
They played at the waterfall together even then. Lo’ak splashed farther out than he should have, whooping when the cascading water knocked him sideways, convinced he was invincible even then, erupting laughter out of all the kids as he scoffed in embarrassment. Kiri drifted along the water, pausing often to watch the leaves shuffle on the trees.
Spider lingered nearby, pretending he wasn’t paying attention, skipping stones and glancing up every few seconds just to make sure everyone was still there.
She stayed closer to Neteyam.
It was better that way, if she stayed near him he wouldn't go complaining to his parents that she went to far into the water, Lo'ak wouldn't get overly excited and accidentally hurt her, kiri wouldn't try to teach her to hold her breath for a whole minute resulting in a near drowning situation.
She was happy this way, she laughed when the water lapped at her calves as a result of Lo’ak’s franctic splashing, reaching for his hand when a fish surprised her, and he let her hold on without comment. Sometimes she tugged him toward the rocks to show him water flowers she liked. Sometimes she followed him without thinking, matching her steps to his like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Neteyam slowed for her without her ever realising it.
Lo’ak teased her, endlessly. He poked at her reactions, stole her things, laughed when she would pout and go stomping to Jake and Neytiri.
But he would throw punches for her without thinking.
Kiri adored her softness for it reminded her of the way of Eywa and she often dragged her into meadows to talk about Eywa and spirits.
Spider treated her like she was made of glass. Always offering her things, and always watching Neteyam carefully when he stood too close to make sure he didn't trigger a reaction.
Smart boy.
She was not like the other Na’vi girls. They climbed higher, ran faster, laughed louder. They were edged and fearless, born knowing Pandora would either make you strong or swallow you whole.
She was soft.
Her laughter was quiet. She asked too many questions and trusted the answers too easily.
Pandora loved to eat girls like her.
Neteyam learned that early.
So he taught her fear.
Not in a brutal way.
Just enough to keep her safe.
He would crouch beside her even when they would still young to warn her about the consequences of not listening.
“You must never wander too far” he would say. “There are things waiting for something like you.”
Her eyes would widen. She would nod fast and grip his arm in fear when he would purposefully step on a branch-pretending that it came from the bushes.
When they grew older, when his training intensified and his body hardened, so did his mind. He became mature and brave. He became even more of a protector than he was before. She stayed the same. Taller, yes. Older. But still gentle and soft spoken.
He became Olo’eyktan-in-waiting. A future leader. A mighty warrior. His future was layed out on a silver platter infront of him.
By the time he was twenty-two and she was eighteen, the world had shifted.
Pandora no longer felt infinite in the way it had when he was a boy because he had seen the horrors of this world.
Twenty-five.
That was the age etched into him long before he was even born.
That was the age that the heir of the Olo’eyktan would take his place if he is ready and deemed worthy.
He accepted it, and he embraced it. And along with that came the change. He rarely laughed anymore for happiness is weakness. He rarely spoke for the more you reveal the more liabilities you make.
And with all of that came a mate.
The clan chose his future mate with absolutely no concern for how he felt about it.
Which was odd considering the fact that everything else was chosen for him.
She was strong, had a sharp-tongue, and was independent- she was built to rule beside someone like him.
On paper, she was perfect.
In reality, she made his jaw tighten every time she spoke like she commanded everything, every time she pushed instead of balanced. Neteyam was dominant by nature, and having someone that relentless at his side didn’t feel powerful—it felt violent.
But the level of submission that he would break her down to-might just strip his title away from him before he even got it.
He knew that the clan didn’t need two voices clashing for control.
When she turned eighteen, the shift was immediate, and honestly unbearable.
She didn’t change who she was—she just grew into herself, and that was the problem. Her body softened and filled out in ways that caught the eye whether Neteyam wanted it to or not, curves settling where there had once been angles, her breasts filling out in a way that was so rare for Na'vi women-but she was never like the other women. She still laughed softly, still trusted too quickly, still felt like Pandora. The Pandora that he once knew.
The magic, the wonder it all flowed back when she was here.
So he pulled away. Because he now had an arranged mate. And he could no longer push how he felt towards her down.
He stopped walking her home, stopped sitting beside her during gatherings, stopped offering quiet guidance or watchful presence, and started choosing distance instead.
She noticed, obviously.
But she didn’t confront him.
She too accepted the distance with that same quiet grace she accepted everything with, even though confusion sat behind her eyes-she accepted it.
Neteyam told himself this was discipline, that this was what leadership demanded, that protecting her sometimes meant removing himself from her world entirely—but distance didn’t stop him from watching.
He still tracked her movements through the village without thinking about it, noting when she left, who she walked with, how long she was gone, and whether she came back with the same relaxed posture she left with. He followed her into the forest whenever his duties allowed, staying far enough back that she never sensed him, but close enough that nothing else ever got the chance to.
Most nights, he slept outside her kelku, close enough to hear her breathing through the woven walls. When a predator wandered too close once, drawn by movement or scent, it never made it past the treeline, and she never even knew there had been a threat to begin with.
Pandora was no longer magical to him. But you'd be damned to think he wouldn't let it keep being magical to her.
He made sure of that.
When he noticed even a single drop of loneliness or sadness from her. He sent one of his most trusted female warriors into her life under the excuse of friendship, reporting everything she said back to him.
It was better this way. Neteyam was sure of that, until...the reports came back.
She told herself she understood.
That was the easiest lie to live with. Of course he didn’t have time anymore to wander through the forest with her and his siblings to wander around.
Of course he didn’t.
She told herself that growth meant distance, that this was natural, that this was what happened when people stepped into their futures while others stayed where they were.
She told herself that it didn’t hurt because it wasn’t personal, because Neteyam had never once been cruel to her.
So she accepted it.
She smiled even when she saw him and he looked past her. She stepped aside when he entered a space like she had learned to do instinctively, making room for the weight of who he was becoming.
She assumed he was just busy.
That belief lasted right up until the day it didn’t.
The announcement came without warning infront of the whole clan in celebration.
Neteyam and Laïloui were to be mated, and everyone around her reacted the way they were supposed to—with approval, pride, excitement.
She felt nothing like that.
What she felt didn’t have a name, because she had never felt it before, not once in her entire life.
She had known joy, warmth, safety, and curiosity, but this was different. This was nothing like any of those.
That was when everything changed.
It was when she realised that he wasn't busy. And it wasn't an excuse.
Without Neteyam’s presence hovering quietly at her side, without the unspoken understanding that she belonged with the Sully's.
The village stopped making room for her. Conversations closed when she approached. Laughter softened, then stopped.
She was too soft.
Too quiet.
Too unnecessary.
The friend groups she had always drifted within shut her out. She was left out of gatherings. Not given anything to eat during shared meals.
And she took it.
Because she always did.
She woke up every morning with a heavy strain in her chest, and she went to sleep with the same pressure still there, curling around her heart.
She too stopped laughing.
She too stopped talking.
For she had no one to make her laugh. And she had no one to talk to.
Her chosen family had moved on without her.
Neytiri was always busy now, tending to Laïloui with the same care she had once given her. Jake spent his days training Neteyam. Lo’ak chased his brother’s footsteps, desperate to prove himself, while Kiri wandered deeper into Eywa’s pull, searching for her purpose.
And she was still there.
She didn’t blame them. That was the worst part. She understood why they were busy, why their lives were full, why there wasn’t room for her softness anymore in a world that demanded strength.
She remained gentle.
Remained kind.
Remained alone.
By the time the morning came, she had already come to the realisation that she was no welcome here.
So she moved carefully and gathered her things.
She didn’t look toward the Sullys’ home once she stepped outside.
She couldn’t.
If she did, she knew she’d hesitate, and hesitation had never saved her before.
Her father’s absence still lingered like a wound that never closed properly, his death still too recent, and her sweet mother lay sick at the loss of her mate.
She had watched Eywa take pieces of her life one by one, she had started to believe that maybe she was cursed.
It would only be a matter of time before her mother was taken too.
And then what?
She would be alone anyway.
She slipped into the forest just as the sky began to lighten, the familiar paths already feeling foreign beneath her feet.
She had been something people loved when it was convenient, when it was easy, when she asked for nothing—but the moment she needed a connection, protection, belonging, she had been quietly set aside.
She didn’t realize how long she’d been walking until the forest began to change.
The forest grew denser as the daylight faded. And for the first time since she’d left, she felt something other than grief take hold.
Fear.
By the time night fell, it wrapped around her completely.
The forest after dark was nothing like the place she’d known her whole life, nothing like the gentle paths she’d walked with Neteyam and the others when laughter came easily and danger felt theoretical.
She slowed, then stopped entirely, her breath shallow, and her ears straining as the memory hit her all at once.
Never go into the forest at night pumtsyìp
Neteyam’s voice lived in her head like it always had. His voice getting deeper everytime he said it to her as he had over his many years.
And now she was alone.
Truly alone.
She wanted him here- not the future Olo’eyktan, not the warrior everyone admired, not the man who had learned to look past her like she didn’t exist anymore, but the boy who used to slow his steps so she could keep up, the one who had taught her fear so she would survive, the one who had always been there when the forest felt too big.
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Neteyam raises from his prowling spot in the bushes, the second he felt the air get colder, his large frame quietly straightening out as his large hand grabbing her by the back of her neck.
“What did I say.” Neteyam murmurs, his voice low and gravelly as he draws it out from his chest.
She gasps, her breath stuttering violently as recognition slams into her, and when he eases his hand away just enough for her to breathe, and she immediately twists around to look at him.
“Neteyam” She gasped, her eyes widening in shock.
His gaze flicks over her, taking in the few scrapes on her, the dirt streaking her calves, and his jaw tightens in a way she recognizes immediately.
He straightens slowly, his presence filling the space between them until she feels small without him even trying.
“Where were you going” he asks, his tone calm but she knew better based on the way it rumbled out of him.
Her mouth opens, then closes again once she notices the air around them starting to get foggy.
“Mawey” he says quietly.
“I just thought—I thought no one would noti—” She blurts out in a whisper. Cutting herself off when shame came crashing down hard enough to make her stomach twist, and she swallows thickly before whispering, “How did you even find me?”
“I didn’t,” he says simply.
Before she can ask what he means a thick fog rolls in between the trees, lit from within by drifting specks of blue and gold.
It looked-magical. Like the Pandora they once new causing her questions to die in her mouth as she looks at the fog in awe, her fingers slightly reaching up to touch it.
His hand comes back instantly, firmly closing around her wrist. “…don’t,” he says quietly.
She blinks at him. “Don’t what?”
She looks down.
Faint red marks are surfacing on her skin where the mist touched her, barely-there at first, like thin luminous veins or glowing fingerprints, spreading in delicate branching lines over her forearm, her collarbone, the side of her neck.
They’re… almost pretty.
And then the sensation hits like having a little candle stick held against you, burning off your skin layer by layer.
His tongue comes out to lick his lips once he sees her expression shift from awe to panic and fear.
He lifts his own arm into the light.
The same markings are blooming across him, and unlike her. He doesn’t even look surprised. Or scared.
“What is this,” she whispers. “What is on me.” Her voice rising with every word as she trives to rabbidly scratch it off of her.
“Fog spores,” he says. “They react to motion.”
She tugs her arm out of his grasp, turning to make a move to run away, hoping the fog won't catch up to her.
“Hey.” His grip returning to her wrist. He steps closer, his face lit softly from below, his dark eyes locked onto her face. “Look at me. If you run-you'll be dead in 10 seconds.”
Her breathing immediately goes wrong.
Too quick. Too shallow.
“I can feel it,” she says, panic finally cracking through, her free hand twitching before he catches it too, anchoring both of hers in one large hand of his. “I feel like my skin is melting off! I don’t like this, Neteyam, I don’t like this—” she sobs, her eyes filling with tears.
“I know.” Softer. “I know. But you'll be okay.”
She shakes her head. “You don’t look okay.”
The markings there are already concentrated, the faint glow pulsing under his skin.
Her eyes burn with panic as tears start to flow out of them. “Why aren’t you freaking out.”
Because he knew.
“Because,” he says after a beat, “I know where the cure is.
“…cure?”
"We won't get there in time."
"Wh-we have to try"
"We?" He echos, his head slightly tilting to the side, making her eyebrows furrow. "I thought you wanted to be alone. So you can go find it alone."
"I-I don't even know what it looks like"
"You don't. I do."
His hand leaves hers for half a second, dipping into the pocket at loincloth. When it comes back out, he’s holding a small vial with a yellow liquid inside.
“I always carry it when I come to this part of he forest.”
“You...saw me heading towards here,” she says.
“Oh but pumtsyìp- you don't need any help right?,” he says mockingly as he cooes at her. “You’re a big girl now-you don't need me to help you anymore, isn't that so?”
You might be scared, but he needs you to remember why that even after all these months. Why you will always need him to be here with you.
Her stomach twists as her eyes fill with horror, as she fights every single bone in her to snot scratch at the marks or try to rip her skin off.
"No-no I was wrong! I hate being alone I don't know the forest like you do" She sobs, tears flowing freely down her face. "I should've never left- I should've never ignored what you said-please don't let me die out here- please I'm sorry!" Her voice breaking with every word.
“please fix it, please help me-I'll die without you" she shouts through her broken cries, finally giving in and rapidly scratching her arms.
Neteyan let out a sigh of satisfaction, lifting the vial and unsealing it, gently grabbing her hand to peel it away from her skin.
“Mawey, pumtsyìp. Your Teyam is here, here aren’t I?”
The liquid hisses faintly when he tips it over your arm, tending to your skin before his own. The markings fading as quickly as they formed-the fog rolling past the two of you and into another part of the forest.
And only when you are clear of all your marks does he bring the vial to his own skin.
It is so satisfying to him to see your dependancy after so long. It reminds him of when Lo'ak would tease you and you would come crying to him even as a child, and even now. You still come crying to him.
And then he shushed you, as a large arm wrapping around you. Causing you to instantly sob and melt into him, apologising once again.
And Neteyam glows, a weight shifting off of his chest as he realises that you still long for and need his protection after so long.
Maybe if you weren't always so stuck in your pretty little head then you would now that he has been protecting you even though you guys weren't talking-thus why he followed you here. Just like he follows and watches you in many places.
Neteyam lifts you into his arms, the familiar motion calming all your nerves.
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Boy, did Neteyam want to corrupt your innocent little head tonight, but he still kept in mind that you didn't understand sexual acts. But that just fueled his desire even more. Though a part of him wonders if you still blindly trust him like you used you-a part of him knew that your curiosity outweighs your fear.
He needed you to find comfort and protection in him again. And though he admits that he fucked up by ignoring you these past few months-he has also come to realise that he has sacrificed everything he is to become Olo'eyktan.
But you-you were the one thing that he would give up his title for.
And he would be damned if you thought otherwise, so tonight he would make it up to you.
He wanted you to have something that would constantly remind you that you need him. Wether it's his seed growing inside of you, a leaking little pussy so full of him cum that it drips out of you pretty little hole, or his scent marked on you.
He would get it through your pretty little head that you have always and will always need him.
Now that he has brought you to his kelku (house), he moves your body to his preference, making you straddle him.
The dominance of his action causing a blush to run across your cheeks as you nibble on your lips, keeping your eyes down to pick at your hands.
“I thought you were smarter than that.” You didn't even flinch when he slid his thumb across your wet bottom lip, then moving it to cup the side of your neck before crawling it up into the roots of your hair, anchoring itself there as he pulled most of your hair back in a single grip.
He pulled back enough to look into your face. Your beauty making his whole existence ache.
He pressed his lips to your forehead, his hands moving down to roam your back.
He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your cheek. Then another on your temple. Then one at the corner of your eye. Kissing your face like every inch of it had been sculpted just for his lips to worship.
"I-I am smart Teyam" you whispered, your face leaning into his touch.
"Then you would know that a pretty little thing like you should never be in the forest without me"
“So many bad, bad men waiting to take you away.” he gravelled out, tugging her hair at the scalp, pulling a whiper out of her.
“Away from me” His low voice vibrates through you.
And just as you lean in, his grip on your hair tightens, keeping you in place.
“You wouldn't want that to ever happen” he ensures, “for you to be taken away from me” He continues, rolling his long tongue out to lick up the side of your face, tasting your dried tears with satisfaction.
“Isn’t that right?”
“Yes.” You answered, with the smallest whisper and like bleeding infront of a shark, the intoxicating scent between your thighs reaches his nose once more.
He purrs.
His lips hovered near her ear, licking it, his breath scalding against her skin.
"You didn’t think I had truly abandoned you, did you?"
She let out a small exhale as she tilts her head down, remembering how betrayed and confused she felt.
"You...left me"
"I never left you pumtsyìp. I was with you every day. They gave me a mate before I could chose the one I wanted. I was waiting for the right time but I'm done waiting now."
"...I wish you and Laïloui all the best" she whispers as she lifts her leg to get off of him, only to have him grip her thigh and plant it back down.
"Laïloui is not the one I want."
"But-"
"Laïloui is no longer here"
Her eyebrows furrowed as she took in his words.
"I needed time to get rid of her, Mawey. That is the only reason I stopped talking to you"
"Rid of her?" She draws out slowly trying to understand what he means by that.
Neteyam tilts his head to the side in satisfaction at the memory of him shoving Laïloui off the cliff right before binding their kuru. It was a wonderful plan really-the Sully family would break their attachment to you so that Laïloui wouldn't retaliate. To keep her in an illusion that they cared for her. To make her trust them. And to draw her attention away from the one that they truly do care about-you. The clan had already chosen Laïloui before Neteyam had gotten the chance to ask you to be his mate-he had been planning it since he was 18 but Jake ensured him that it was best to wait until he was older and the title of Olo'eyktan was in arms reach. So as a result of guilt for ruining his son's lifelong plan. The sullys joined together to help craft this plan. And thus resulting in Laïloui's "disappearance". And with Neteyam’s assertance of dominance by going against the clan's orders and mating with you-that would be the final act of preparation and he would at last be given the title of Olo'eyktan.
He just needed Laïloui out of his way for good. And he needed you to not be seen as a threat in the meantime to keep you safe.
"Don’t worry your little head about that pumtsyìp."
"You should go be with your chosen then Net-"
"I already am."
She barely processed his words before his teeth grazed her earlobe, biting down on it before bringing it into his mouth to suckle on.
“You don’t get to decide my future for me.”
That did it.
Neteyam went still.
And Eywa knows that was worse than anything he could've said.
His grip tightened in her hair, tugging at it to force her face up to meet his eyes. He leaned back just enough to look at her properly, his golden eyes darkening, as his jaw tightened.
“Say that again,” he said quietly.
She hesitated. “Netey—”
“I said,” he cut in, his voice growing impossibly deeper, “say it again.”
Her heart thudded painfully. “You don’t get to decide my future.” She replied meekly, casting her eyes down as shyness crept over her body.
A slow breath through his nose.
Then a low, humorless laugh.
“Decide?” he echoed. “No, pumtsyìp. I don't need to decide anything. I just need to remind you.”
He leaned in, foreheads touching, voice dropping into her mind like poison wrapped in honey.
“Who was there when you were alone.”
“Who taught you how to walk these forests, how to hunt, how to climb trees, how to swim.”
“Who made sure no one touched you, no one claimed you, no one took what was always meant to be mine.”
Her lips parted. “You don’t know wh—”
“I know everything,” he snapped, suddenly fierce, eyes blazing. “I know every man who looked at you too long. Every whisper behind your back. Every risk that vanished before it ever reached you.”
Her pulse spiked. “But you ignored me.”
His hand slid up, fingers curling under her chin—not forcing, just guiding until she had no choice but to meet his gaze.
“Yes,” he admitted without shame. “I had to Mawey. But not for one second did I want to. I had chosen you long ago...but I just wanted to be worthy enough for you to chose me too...I was waiting for my title. But the clan chose before I could. And I had to let Laïloui think I chose her to keep you safe. Because the moment the she realized how much I wanted you—how much I need you—I would have gotten rid of her in public.”
His voice lowered, as he cradled her small face in his large palm.
“And now I’m Olo’eyktan,” he said. “No one can tell me no.”
Her breath hitched. “You’re scaring me.”
Good.
His lips curved into a smirk as he squeezed her cheeks together.
"I need you to help me get my title Mawey. I need a mate. And I will not chose one that is not you. The future of our clan rests in your hands."
“I said you’re scaring me net-"
“You’re scared because no matter how much you fight it,” he whispered, “you were never going to be anyone else’s.”
Elaila let out a soft, involuntary sound, her fingers clutching at the fabric of his robe as his mouth found her ear again.
"Such pretty sounds."
His hands explored further, mapping every curve of her body as he tilted her head back with a firm tug to her hair, exposing the fragile line of her throat.
"You'll chose me right?" he murmured, leaving open-mouthed kisses to her throat, the sloppy sounds of the action filling the chamber as he smacked his lips against the skin there before letting his spit drool down her neck just to slurp it up again. "For the sake of your Olo'eyktan."
She barely had time to catch her breath before his teeth sank into her skin to place a claiming bite.
She gasped, her fingers digging into his chest, but he didn’t relent. His tongue flicked over the mark, soothing, then biting again, harder.
"You taste divine," he rasped against her throat.
"May you please move your knife," she replies as she wiggles slightly in her attempt to sit straighter. The movement presses her body further against me
"Fuck" he whisper under his breath. "Not a knife,"
"Oh? Then what is it?"
"Keep squirming and you'll find out"
The hand on her face tilted her head slightly, guiding her gaze to his.
When his lips finally met hers, it was soft at first, but that quickly changed as each kiss became deeper and wetter.
His lips moved against hers with a desperate hunger as a low, growl of satisfaction rumbled in his throat.
When his tongue brushed against the seam of her lips, she parted for him, and he took it as an invitation, his tongue slipping past to lick up her very essence, as his tongue moved against hers in deliberate strokes, coaxing her to meet him, to match his intensity.
The sound of their kiss filled his kelku, soft and wet, mingling with the faint hitch of her breath and the steady growl that vibrated in his chest. Saliva slicked their lips, adding a slight sheen to the movements, their mouths sliding together with a fervor that bordered on desperation.
He tilted his head to deepen the angle, his teeth grazing her lower lip before sucking it gently, a flick of his tongue soothing the sting. His hand shifted, fingers tangling in her hair, pulling just enough to expose her to him fully. The kiss grew sloppier, more urgent, as though he couldn't get enough, couldn't pull her close enough to satisfy the ache inside him.
Her hands pressed lightly against his chest, a feeble attempt to put space between them, but he only responded by tightening his grip. His fingers tangled deeper in her hair, tilting her head back as his lips chased hers, refusing to let her go.
"More," he murmured, his voice rough, breathless, lips brushing against hers as he spoke. "More."
He pleaded as his hand slid to her waist, fingers pressing into her skin as he pulled her flush against him, swallowing the shaky breath she let out.
When they finally pulled apart, threads of saliva connected their lips, breaking only when he leaned back to look at her, his eyes dark with unrestrained desire. Her lips were swollen, glistening, and he stared at them as though already planning the next kiss.
"I'm scared...and confused" she admitted, her soft voice contrasting against his deep one as she kept her eyes strained to the floor.
His other hand came up, rough fingertips tracing along her soft jaw before tilting her face up to his.
"I know Pumtsyìp...I know" he answered lowly as his large hands that layed on her waist gently swayed her side to side.
"Open for me," he growled against her lips as he dived back into the kiss.
Neteyam pressed himself against her wetness with no pretense of restraint. The hard, unmistakable evidence of his arousal grinding against her core.
“Do you feel that?” he snarled against her lips. “This is what you do to me"
Suddenly, he placed her on the wall next to him and dropped to his knees, but he didn’t just do that, he yanked her thighs apart with brutal force, making her momentarily stumble back to grab the wall.
He pulled her hips forward until she was perched right on the edge of his mouth, her back arching instinctively to keep balance.
The sight of him there, his broad, muscular shoulders between her trembling legs made her breath hitch.
Without hesitation, he bent forward, his mouth descending on the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. His lips latched onto her soft skin, his tongue dragging over the delicate curve before his teeth sank in just enough to leave a mark. The sharp sting made her gasp, her fingers clutching at his shoulders, but he didn’t relent. His mouth moved upward, leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses, saliva smearing her skin as he worked his way closer to her center.
"What are you doin-?" She gasped as she tried to gently push him away by his shoulder, which obviously failed...
Once he finally reached there, he bared his teeth and clutched it onto her loincloth, and slowly dragged it down. He took a deep breath as he took in the sight of her wet, dripping pussy, all pure and ready for him to claim.
He latched onto her, his tongue pushed between her folds as he dragged it through her arousal, his face burying into her, making her cry out and gasp. The wet slurp of his mouth filled the air as he devoured her, sucking and licking without restraint. His nose pressed against her, his jaw moving with relentless fervor as his saliva mixed with her arousal, dripping down his face and onto his hands, which were still gripping her thighs like a vice.
"Y-ou can't do that, that's dirty!" She squeeled in potest, only to have his tongue circled her clit in response, alternating between flicking it in quick, teasing strokes and pressing flat, broad strokes that left her trembling. He groaned against her, before shaking his face against her wetness making her hand instinctively shoot out to grip his hair as she took a step back, trying to move away from his overwhelming touches, his jaw was slick with her as he pulled back a string of her juices connected his mouth to her core.
“Stay still,” he growled, pulling back
His hands shifted, sliding down to grab her hips and yank her even closer to his face, making her yelp and grab onto his jaw for balance. One hand slid lower, gripping her ass roughly as the other shoved her leg over his huge shoulder, locking her in place. The angle left her completely open to him, and he took advantage, his tongue plunging into her with a ferocity that made her moans bounce off of the walls.
Neteyam growled in satisfaction "Atta girl", the vibration sending sparks of pleasure through her. His lips wrapped around her sensitive bundle of nerves, his teeth grazing it lightly before his tongue swept over it in fast, messy circles. He sucked hard, his mouth wet and sloppy as he alternated between rough suction and flicking his tongue in maddeningly erratic patterns. Saliva coated her, smeared across her thighs and dripping down to the stone floor as he growled against her.
“Neteyam" she gasped, her hands tangling in his hair, trying to push him away when the pleasure became too much. But he was relentless, snarling against her as he grabbed her wrists and pinned them to her sides with a single hand.
He pulled her closer, pressing his face against her harder, his tongue diving deep as his nose pressed against her swollen bud. The wet, sloppy sounds of his mouth echoed in the kelku, louder with every desperate flick of his tongue and every rough suck of his lips. His free hand slipped lower, two fingers thrusting into her without warning, making her yelp out and whimper as he stretcher her as he worked them in time with his mouth.
“Look at me,” he demanded, his voice low and commanding as he pulled back just enough to catch his breath, his lips slick and swollen. “Look at me while I make you mine.”
Her big, innocent doe eyes locked with his cold, stoic glare, and the sight sent a shiver down her spine. His eyes were feral, dark and wild with possession, his jaw and braids glistening with her arousal.
"I-I'm going to pee get off"
She gasped as she tried to close her legs.
But Neteyam dragged his tongue darted out to lick his lips, as he held her gaze.
"No you're not."
Then he was on her again, his mouth rougher, sloppier, hungrier than before making her throw her head back in ecstasy as she grinded her hips, sensually rubbing her core against his mouth in desperation.
Not long after, the coil in her belly snapped, her release crashing through her with violent intensity as her cries filled the air. Her legs shook, her body arching, her fingers tugging roughly at his hair as waves of pleasure overwhelmed her, but Neteyam didn’t stop. If anything, her climax only spurred him on, his tongue and fingers working her mercilessly as he coaxed another release from her overstimulated body.
Her second orgasm ripped through her, her thighs clamping around his head, trying to stop him from continuing as she screamed his name. He growled, prying her legs apart with a brutal force, and he didn’t stop until her knees buckled and she was gasping for breath, her body utterly spent and slick with sweat.
When he finally pulled back, his chest was heaving, his lips and jaw a glistening mess. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, before licking off the essence that trailed on it.
"If you ever try to hide your moans from me again, I'll fuck you by the fire where everyone will hear how good I make you feel,” he growled into her ear.
