You’ve taken down three of her best warriors by yourself. You’re the only thing standing between the Mangkwan and the caravan you’d been travelling with. Weak children who worship a weak mother. Because of you, they’ve gone, fled into the forest on their mounts. Your face is speckled with blood, cast with cutting shadows from the fire.
She moves in slow strides, aware of your eyes following her. You make a mighty form— jewelry crafted from bone, feathers woven into your hair, sharp knives held like extensions of yourself, sawtute skulls at your hip. Your heart will be delicious.
But you’re faster than she expected. Riku goes down with a wet sounding cough, blood gurgling from his open throat. Then her back is held against your armored chest, scarred arm crossed over her torso and gripping her arm to hold her still, your nails biting into her skin.
“Stay back!” You snarl at her warriors, fangs gleaming in the firelight. The polished curve of your knife presses against her throat until blood drips down her skin in thin rivulets. “Or I cut.”
She grabs your kuru, makes the bond with a swiftness that discloses how often she’s done this. Your body jolts at the sudden connection, grip going slack on her arm. The muscles ache, branded by your fingers with bruises that will come with the sun. And your minds touch.
It flickers, becomes almost blinding through the bond, rippling up her kuru like lightning.
The pain of thunder—the bullets, your mind screams hatefully—ripping through your arms and legs, the agony of laying under your mother’s cooling corpse for hours while your home was raided, then carrying out the funeral rites the best way a child could. All the kills, your knives plunging into flesh, the trophies fashioned into armor. A righteous fury burning brighter than any fire she’s seen, one that’s brought you both to your knees.
You let out a cross between a war cry and a curse as you sever the bond with the swipe of your arm. The absence of you feels like a mighty chasm cutting through a valley. Your ears fold against your skull as you hiss at her, rising unsteadily to your feet to loom over her like a palulukan out for more than just blood.
Varang releases a shaking breath, lower lip trembling lightly as she stares up at you in something bordering on reverence. Then comes her voice, quiet and raw in the face of your truth.
Just thinking, Mr. Cameron said the Ash People they’re planning to have in Avatar 3 are supposed to “reveal another more negative angle of the Na’vi”. It just occurred to me that perhaps “negative” could mean they don’t follow the 3 laws of Eywa?
Like, maybe they’re only perceived as negative from the point of view of other Na’vi because they use metals, make advanced tools, and stuff like that?
I also just think it could be cool as heck to see Na’vi with swords/metal weapons and armor and stuff lol
One of the women of the village, Maika, gave birth to her first child. Coincidentally, it marked the end of the rainy season. The damaged marui were repaired, as well as the torn walkways, while the scent of distant rainwater lingers in the air. Maika sits by the cookfires, surrounded by clan members who wanted to meet her son. Ralu lingers behind her, blinking far too often to be normal as he looks down at them. Your usually stoic friend is clearly holding back tears, but you choose not to comment as you approach.
You smile broadly and touch your fingers to your forehead in greeting when your turn arrives. “I have brought something for you.” You say, presenting the warm blanket you began weaving the moment Ralu had told you Maika was pregnant. They both looked immensely touched by the gesture. “For the cold nights.” You unnecessarily add, amused by Maika’s glossy eyes and trembling mouth as she takes note of the intricate patterns.
“Thank you, tsmuktu.” Ralu says, his voice thick, and you snort as you hand him the blanket. He gives your shoulder a halfhearted shove, and Maika giggles. Her son’s ears twitch at the sound, and he blinks up at her with big blue eyes.
“Would you like to hold him?” She asks, and you pause. The babe is small— about the size of a tsurak egg, and probably just as fragile. You don’t remember the last time you held a child of his size, more used to the anklebiters that tackle each other off the walkways to race to the ilu pens. Your ears fold against your skull, and you open your mouth to politely decline, but Ralu arranges your arms into a comfortable position and promptly sets his tiny son in your hold.
“Oh.” You breathe, staring back at the eyes flicking over your face. “What is, um,” The child wraps his small hands around your toa guard, curiously thumbing the leather, “what’s his name?”
“Entu.” Ralu replies, smiling broadly at your awkward stance. Entu smacks your chin, and Maika giggles behind her hand, the corners of her eyes crinkling in amusement.
He’s adorable, you have to admit. Tiny, fragile, and adorable. It won’t be long before he’s also carelessly sprinting down the walkways with the other children. You watch little Entu, enraptured, as the boy swats at the beads woven into your braids. The Metkayina often wear shells and pieces of sea glass in their hair, along with intricate leather bands, but amber and wooden beads belong to the Omatikaya. They were a precious gift from Jake and Neytiri when you began courting. It seems Entu likes them, too.
You draw your eyes away from the baby, feeling someone’s gaze weighing on you. You spot — speak of the vrrtep — Jake watching you from the walkway with a strangely intense look. His amber eyes dance between your protective hold on the child and your face. Neytiri joins his side, wrapping her arm around his, and her expression gains that same bizarre heat. She leans up on the tips of her toes to say something into Jake’s ear, and his tail lashes almost violently. You tilt your head at them, confused. You haven’t done anything to provoke such a reaction, you don’t think…
Maika giggles again while Ralu’s mouth spreads into a smirk. Your fellow warrior takes his son, who’d been in the middle of nibbling on the corner of your toa guard, from your arms and nods in the direction of the forest Na’vi. “Good luck, tsmuktu.” He says in a teasing tone.
“With what?” You ask, your confusion growing.
“Tuktirey is eight cycles already, yes?” Maika asks thoughtfully, ignoring your own questions, and shares another look with her mate. Ralu nods, stroking Entu’s striped back as the babe rests his cheek against his father’s collarbone.
You broad tail sways in exasperation, “What do you mean? What does Tuk have to do with this?”
Ralu shrugs his shoulders, careful not to disturb his son, “I’m sure your mates can explain.”
You sigh at them, barely able to hold back a hiss, and bid them goodbye. You hear them laugh while you leave and, for a moment, you wish you had five fingers to mimic the rude gesture Lo’ak often shoots the other Metkayina boys. Jake and Neytiri’s eyes are dark with an emotion you can’t place, and they both watch you intently as you cautiously approach. You easily tower over them, causing you to lean down to greet them. Jake sighs into your mouth when you kiss him, trailing calloused fingers over the muscles of your abdomen. Neytiri leans against your side, brushing her lips against your cheek while her own slim fingers circle your bicep. You shiver, and you feel your ears grow hot.
“Hello.” You murmur quietly as you pull away. “Did you go see Maika’s child?” You ask in a failed attempt to seem casual.
Neytiri smiles, a beautiful thing that lights up her expression. “Yes. He will be strong.” She says in reply, once again glancing at Jake while subtly feeling your arm. There it is again, that look. Good luck, Ralu wished you, but with what?
“Come.” Jake speaks up, grasping your hand in his. His slim tail curls in an interested arc behind him.
You’re a willing follower as they lead you to their marui, now empty given that their sons and daughters were busy in the reefs and will not come home until eclipse. The scent of their growing arousal perfumes the air, and you find yourself relaxing. For a moment, you’d thought you’d done something to anger them. You find yourself pushed onto their pallet, barely managing to move your tail out of the way in time to avoid sitting on it.
Jake strokes the stripes along your jaw almost absentmindedly, “Entu’s a cute baby, isn’t he?” He asks in a strangely pointed manner.
You look between them, feeling uncharacteristically nervous under their hungry stares, “Yes… He’s cute. And small.”
Your words strike something in Neytiri, with the way her posture straightens and her eyes trail to your hands again. “Mm, he looked very small in your hands.” Your ears twitch at the breathiness of her voice.
“The kids are so big now, it feels like forever ago when they were that size.” He adds, sighing wistfully, and traces your bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. The weight of his finger draws it downward, exposing your sharp teeth to his searching eyes. “It won’t be long until they move out. Even Tuktuk is getting older.”
“Tuktirey is eight cycles already.”
Oh.
Jake grins at the look of realization that dawns on your face. It’s a filthy, debauched thing that sets your body on fire and makes your tewng grow tight around your groin, but you doubt. “Do you,” Your lips brush against his thumb as you speak, “want that of me? Another? They won’t be like…” You trail off with a grimace. You are Metkayina, not Omatikaya. Any children you sire will look like your People. If you were to have one with Jake and Neytiri, they would be different, and it will be your fault. You can’t give them children with the slim limbs, darker skin and amber eyes that their sons and daughters have.
Neytiri kneels beside you, her expression softening, and cups your face. “They will look like you.” She says, her lips spreading into a warm smile. “And we will love them the same way we’ve loved our other children.”
“Mhm.” Jake hums in agreement, smoothing a hand over your braided hair. “What do you say, yawntu? You wanna be a Sempu?” The question should be as arousing as it is, but your cock throbs at the notion.
Neytiri kisses you first, slow and deep. Her hands cradle your face like you’re something precious, and her lips part for your tongue. You tilt your head to trace the sharp points of her teeth, humming at the sweet taste of fruit lingering on her own tongue. You stroke your hand down the curves of her slim body, undoing the strings of her tewng that wrap around the base of her tail. She sighs into your mouth, her chest pressing against yours as she arches her back when your fingers trail lower.
You gently press against her folds, feeling her arousal wet your fingers. You only manage to slip the tip of a finger inside her when Neytiri pulls away. Her pupils are wide, nearly swallowing the pretty amber of her eyes, and she makes space between you. You stare at her in confusion, but she shakes her head with a soft chuckle.
“We were thinking,” Jake begins, his voice thick with arousal at what he’d been watching, and leans down to mouth along the column of your throat, “this could be my turn. It would be my first, too.”
“Oh,” Is all you manage, feeling like the air has been taken out of your lungs. The thought of Jake, swollen with your seed, has your tail thumping against the pallet.
He tilts his head, his eyebrows lifting, “Is that a yes?”
“Obviously.” You reply, finally organizing your thoughts, and grab onto his slim waist to pull him closer. He straightens and stands very still while you untie the stings of his tewng.
Glossy strings of slick cling to the cloth as you slip it down his thick thighs. You swallow the excess saliva that pools in your mouth, resisting the urge to simply bury your face between his legs and lap at his slit like a starved nantang. You will do that another time. Jake shivers as the air inside the marui brushes against his heated flesh, precum shining on the flushed tip of his cock. Your appreciative hum trails off into a purr as you press your nose against the soft pudge of his stomach, inhaling slowly to drown your senses in his scent. It envelops you like a warm, intoxicating blanket.
Jake exhales shakily, and Neytiri settles behind you. Her hands ghost over your back, along the waving stripes of sea green that hug your body, and undoes the laces of your toa guard to bare more of your skin. You take another deep breath against Jake’s soft skin, then move your head to catch the opalescent droplets dribbling down his cock. He gasps raggedly at the sudden touch of your tongue, and his hands go to your hair. You slip your hand between his legs, brushing your fingers against the wet, swollen lips of his pussy.
His hips tilt into your touch, easily accepting your fingers as they breach him. He’s warm and soft inside, and your tewng sticks to the arousal dripping from you. Neytiri’s mouth presses against your shoulder, leaving kisses against your skin as she watches you thrust your fingers inside Jake. You slip a second finger into his cunt, curling and spreading them apart to stretch him for your cock. Neytiri tugs your tewng down, curling her fingers around your hard length to free it from its confines. She swipes her thumb over the tip, collecting the slick and precum for an easier glide as she strokes you.
You moan quietly, your ears folding against your head at the sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine. Jake’s breathing quickens, his tail lashing behind him, and he grinds against your fingers. He brings his tswin around, presenting the tendrils of his kuru to Neytiri. They writhe in the air, wanting, and you reach back to grasp her own tswin. She watches you, her lips parted as she pants, and nods. You move your eyes to the kuru, watching them intertwine and form tsaheylu, and you feel the way Neytiri shudders against your back with a soft, whining exhale.
Your eyes dance back and forth between them as you keep moving your fingers, watching their matching expressions when you add a third finger to press against the spot inside Jake that makes their tails shake. You aim for it, again and again until he flutters around your fingers and they climax. It’s always lovely, seeing them become one through the bond, managing to make them come for you at the same time. Your fingers are coated in slick when you take them out, and Jake’s pussy twitches and clenches around nothing.
Silently, you hold your soaked fingers to Neytiri’s mouth. Her eyelids flutter as your fingers slip past her lips, spreading Jake’s slick over her tongue. They groan simultaneously as the sweet taste spreads over her tastebuds. Neytiri suckles at your fingers, laving her tongue over and between them to get them clean. You pull away and kiss her chastely when she’s done before you turn back to Jake, reaching out to place your hands on his hips. “Are you ready?” You ask quietly, your eyes flitting over his face as you look up at him for any sign of hesitation, but he just smiles back at you.
“I am, but…” He murmurs, placing his hands on your shoulders to steady himself as he moves to straddle your lap. You grunt as the swollen head of your cock bumps against his dripping folds as they hover over you.
“Are you?” Neytiri whispers, finishing Jake’s train of thought.
You smile as well, surrounded by the two people you love the most, about to make something beautiful. “Yes.”
She wraps her fingers around your cock, guiding it inside Jake as he lowers himself. You groan as your cock inches inside him, bit by bit, until it’s completely buried inside him. It’s a snug fit despite his earlier orgasm, and more slick dribbles from where you meet to soak the inside of your thighs. It’s not your first time together like this— far from it, actually, but somehow it feels like a first.
So you act like it is, rocking gently inside him and kissing the glowing freckles that dot his face. Jake pushes down to meet your thrusts, his ears flat against his skull. You hear the quiet, wet sounds of Neytiri thrusting her fingers inside herself as she kisses and nibbles at your throat. The action muffles her sounds, while Jake cries out freely as he bounces on your cock. His own erection grinds against your stomach, smearing precum onto your skin.
“You’re wonderful,” You pant, quickening your pace, “Both of you. Great Mother, I love you both.”
Jake tips his chin with a whine, and you capture his mouth with yours. His blunt nails dig into your chest as he scrambles for support and greedily suckles on your tongue. Your grunt is muffled when Neytiri bites down on your shoulder, her fangs breaking through the skin. It feels so good. “Give it to me,” Jake nearly sobs, breaking away with a soft squelch as thin strings of saliva hang between you, “Please, please, please—”
“Give us a baby, yawntu.” Neytiri says hotly against your skin, lapping at the blood rolling down your skin and rutting harder onto her fingers.
“I will,” You snarl through grit teeth, slamming up into Jake’s pussy, “I’m going to fuck you full of my seed and we’ll watch it take. Watch you swell with a baby, our baby.”
Jake cries out, his eyes rolling, and cum spills onto your stomach while his cunt tightens around your cock like a vice. As slick gushes onto your pelvis, Neytiri takes it upon herself to grasp your tswin with shaking hands and connects your kuru to theirs. It’s a decision that’s taken in the heat of the moment, but one that’s been considered for far longer. You gasp, and it gets caught in your throat like a sob. For a moment, you’re lost in the feelings that crash into you like a wave against the shore. It’s Jake, and it’s Neytiri, and it’s you. You shudder as you come, your eyes screwing shut from the sting of overwhelmed tears, and your ears fold. You hear someone groan, maybe it’s Jake, maybe it’s Neytiri, or maybe it’s you— it’s all of you.
You tighten your fingers around Jake’s hips until you feel the phantom sting on your own, the bruises that will blossom on his skin come morning. You feel the seemingly endless ropes of cum you spill inside his cunt, the fluttering of his walls around your cock, and the press of Neytiri’s fingers against the softest parts of her. You tuck your face into the crook of Jake’s neck, and his hand curls around your nape to keep you there as he rolls his hips with small whines and whimpers, milking every drop you’re more than willing to offer.
Neytiri coos at you, her tail curling around your waist as she nuzzles against your back. You stay like that, all huddled together and breathing like a single being. It’s tsaheylu, you realize— or maybe they explain without speaking. It’s lovely, and it’s everything you’ve ever wanted. Well, almost everything.
Jake gasps softly when you maneuver him onto his back on the pallet, careful not to break the bond. His cock lays against his soiled belly, half hard, and you tug Neytiri closer. “Again?” You ask out loud, even though you don’t have to.
“Yeah, that’s—” Jake’s eyes grow half lidded at the thoughts that run through your mind, “that’s perfect.”
Neytiri moans breathily when you push her down onto his cock, and she grips on to Jake’s arms while her tail tightens its hold on your waist. You pull back, slipping out of Jake until the very tip remains inside him, then thrust back inside him. Slick and cum make a bubbly, frothy mess around the thick base of your cock, smearing onto the mess that’s already on your skin as you drill into Jake’s gushing pussy. You lift and drag Neytiri’s hips down in time with your own thrusts, your ears perking at their pleasured cries. It’s sloppy, it’s wet, it’s loud— it’s wonderful, and it’s perfect.
By the next rainy season, there will be another child born to the Suli family.
Thinking about Ronal and Tonowari going feral over a Recom they rescued…
When you’re healed up and proven trustworthy, you’re taken right out of the healer’s marui into one they set up for you
They’re super wary when the Sullys arrive and try to keep you huddled up inside your home, but you always slip out when they’re not looking :(
Ronal tries to convince you to go back, but her resolve melts the moment you grasp her jaw in your hand to bring her in for a kiss, tracing the points of her teeth with your tongue
You leave her breathless, dazedly staring after you with her pussy hot and slick between her trembling thighs
Tonowari gets pouty when he sees you joking around with Jake
He knows it’s dumb, but knowing Jake can bond with you in ways he and Ronal can’t because you were sawtute makes him feel insecure :’(
The Olo’eyktan goes right up to you with the half hearted excuse that he needs you to fix some nets or something, but the way his fingers trail up your arm gives him away
He’s got your cock shoved down his throat the second you’re alone, gripping the meat of your ass to pull you closer as he slobbers all over your length and you tangle your fingers in his curls to fuck his face
Frantically strokes his weeping cock in time with the pistoning of your hips, your spit slick balls smacking wetly against his chin
Comes hard when you fill his mouth with your thick cum, his eyes threatening to roll into the back of his skull as he soils the sand under his knees
Ronal is on you the second she spots you, the scent of her mate clinging to your lower half
She clings to you and digs her blunt nails into your shoulders with soft sighs and breathy moans as you thrust your fingers into her wet cunt, your thumb drawing firm circles onto her sticky clit
“You’re so pretty, Ro,” You murmur against her turquoise skin, pressing soft kisses onto her flushed cheeks, “and so wet. This all for me? Want me to fuck you full and leave you dripping? Then Wari can clean you up while I take him. Would you like that, watch him cream around my cock while he licks this pretty pussy?”
Tonowari enters the marui just as you slip your cock into her cunt, your heavy balls pressed up against the swollen lips of her pussy with her back flush against your chest and your arms around her middle
He takes her face in his hands, kissing her bruised lips and holding her steady while he waits for his turn
Bruh! Imagine just having a fivesome with Neytiri, Jake, tonowari and Ronal,
But all the readers doing is just fucking them into the infinity and beyond..
Sounds nice
Neytiri rides your cock as Ronal sits on your face, rolling her hips into the broad strokes of your tongue over her slick folds. Neytiri whines sweetly, gripping your thighs to steady herself as she swivels her hips. Jake groans wantonly, he and Tonowari transfixed on the sight of their mates being pleasured by you. Tonowari wraps a large hand around their hard and weeping cocks, rutting and sliding against each other needily. “Goddamn, look at that…” Jake nearly moans, his ears pressed against his skull as he watches Neytiri throw her head back with a breathless cry. Ronal nearly bows over your head, her fingers buried into your hair as slick spills from her pussy as her walls spasm around your tongue.
You grip the Tsahìk’s hips to keep her firmly against your mouth as you noisily slurp up her juices. You plant your feet on the woven mat to steady yourself and meet the rolling of Neytiri’s hips with powerful thrusts that make her bounce on your lap. She cries out, frantically rubbing her flushed clit with the pads of her fingers. Her eyes threaten to roll into the back of her skull when you spill inside her, her thighs trembling as she reaches her own climax.
Tonowari pulls away from Jake to help his mate lay down to rest and leans down to press his mouth against yours, licking Ronal’s sweet juices from your skin. Jake crawls to you as Neytiri pulls herself off your spent cock, the girth glistening with your mixed fluids. She smiles at his heated gaze, lovingly stroking his face, and guides him to take your half hard cock into his mouth. You moan into Tonowari’s mouth as Jake takes your cock to the root, his flat nose pressed against your pelvis. The Olo’eyktan nuzzles your face, mouthing at the curve of your jaw as Jake gets you ready for their turn, Neytiri joining Ronal to watch the show.
You hum low in your throat as you roll your hips in a leisure thrust. Wet heat clenches around your cock, pulsing like a heartbeat. Jake drops his forehead against his folded arms, his back arching beautifully as he moans. “Pretty boy,” You sigh, smoothing a hand over the curve of his spine. The turquoise color of your skin clashes against the dark blue of his own.
“Oh fuck,” He curses in his Sky Person language, pushing himself back to meet the pistoning of your hips. “S’good. So deep.”
Neytiri takes her bottom lip between her teeth, rolling frantic circles onto her puffy clit with her fingers. Her cunt is flushed, puffy and pretty and slick with arousal that glistens and drips down her thighs to wet the woven carpet on the floor of your marui. Her fingers make loud squelching noises as they thrust into her cunt, curling in search of that spot inside her that makes her toes curl. She hasn’t been successful so far, but the sight of you fucking her mate into the ground has her nearing the edge.
You tangle your fingers into Jake’s hair and lift his head. He grunts at the pleasurable sting that blooms over his scalp, only to groan wantonly at the sinfully delicious sight of his mate. “Come here, mama,” You coo at her, your ears flicking at the way her breath hitches in her throat. She meets your eyes, her pupils blown wide with need. “Let him get a taste.”
She crawls forward and sits in front of Jake, spreading her legs. He immediately latches his mouth onto her clit, moaning at the taste of her desire. Neytiri holds him in the cradle of her thighs, weaving her slender fingers into his hair to guide him with the desperate bucking of her hips. You lean over Jake, giving a particularly firm thrust that has him whimpering into Neytiri’s cunt, and cup her cheek to pull her into a kiss. It’s a desperate, open mouthed kiss that has her gasping as you trace the points of her fangs with your tongue.
Thin strings of spit connect your bruised lips as she pulls away to breathe. Neytiri cups your face, staring into your eyes as you grip Jake’s slim waist in your hands, dragging him back onto your cock with every thrust. Little ah, ah, ah, ah’s leave his occupied mouth in between kisses and licks peppered onto Neytiri’s clit, three of his fingers thrusting and curling inside her cunt.
Her hand shakes as she reaches behind her to grasp the end of her tswin and bring it over her shoulder. She bares it to Jake, who nods almost frantically in response, and takes a hold of his own. You watch hungrily as the tendrils of their kuru interlock, and their bodies jolt as tsaheylu is made. The mutual pleasure proves to be too much for them, and they nearly scream as they orgasm. Jake grips her thighs tightly as cum paints the muscled planes of his torso, and Neytiri’s eyes screw shut as she gushes all over his slack mouth. You curse at the vice grip of Jake’s hole around your cock, doubling the force of your thrusts until he’s helplessly rocking back and forth. His thighs are a frothy mess of your precum and his slick, slapping wetly against your own.
“Inside—” He pleads in between ragged gasps, turning his head to look at you over his shoulder. He’s the image of debauchery, the lower half of his face soaked in Neytiri’s juices, “Come inside me, yawntu.”
Neytiri drags her nails down your front, hunger in her eyes, “Fill him.” She breathes.
The coil in your abdomen snaps, and your hips snap forwards one last time to sheathe the entire length of your cock inside his hole. You tug him onto his knees, pressing his back flush against your chest, and wrap your fingers around his half hard cock to stroke him . He throws his head back, crying out as another orgasm rips through him, echoed by Neytiri’s answering moan. You hiss through your teeth as your balls clench, emptying rope after rope of cum into his hole until it drips in thick streams of opalescent white.
“What do we say?” You murmur against Jake’s sweaty temple, mocking his own words.
He’s too exhausted to form a response, shaking in your arms with little pleased hums and whimpers as he pants. Neytiri shuffles closer, unbothered by the cum that smears onto her skin, and wraps her arms around both of you. She presses her lips against your cheek in a kiss, nuzzling her nose against your skin while her tail loops around Jake’s thigh, “Thank you, yawntu.”
Imagine Aonung and Lo'ak having a rivalry (not that they already did) over spending time with you. They are always at each others throats, and do anything within their power to prevent the other from being with you. But you've had enough of their companion, and drag the both of them into a private area in the island and punish them for annoying you, as well as making them get along in a not so dissatisfying way. And by that I mean by pounding into Lo'ak's pussy while Lo'ak thrusts his dick into Aonung's cunt along with your movements.
(Characters are aged up. Reference.)
“This is so much better than arguing.” You say, emphasizing your words with strong, well aimed thrusts into Lo’ak’s cunt. You wrap your hand around his throat and squeeze, drawing a strangled whine from him. “Isn’t it?” You ask when you don’t get a coherent reply from either of them, pressing your cheek against Lo’ak’s and peering down at Aonung.
“Y-Yeah.” Aonung groans, bucking his hips to meet Lo’ak’s jerky thrusts into his pussy. His hard cock lays against his belly, drooling precum.
“So much better.” Lo’ak agrees breathily, caught between two sources of pleasure.
You chuckle and push Lo’ak against Aonung’s chest, leaning down to cage them in. They both gasp, your cock pressing deeper inside Lo’ak’s cunt, which pushes him further into Aonung’s. “Great Mother have mercy.” Aonung chokes, his long legs scrambling to hook around you, one of his hands gripping Lo’ak’s bicep while the other claws at your back.
“Oh fuck—” Lo’ak shudders, his eyes threatening to roll into the back of his skull. “So deep…” His cunt tightens deliciously around you.
You nip at the curve of Lo’ak’s jaw and smirk at Aonung. “One I fill this one’s pretty little pussy, it’ll be your turn.”
Aonung’s mouth drops open with a wanton groan, and Lo’ak jerks between you. Looks like they can come to an agreement whenever you’re involved.
