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Mating Cycles

Finally getting around to posting this cause some of y'all feral and up my ass - love y'all <3~

Sol'ek x Reader | light predator-play |

| Dusk on Pandora is dangerous. Especially when your mate is in rut, and decides to hunt yoh for fun.

It started simple enough—a light, teasing smack to his rear, casual. Flirty, dangerously ill-timed. You'd forgotten the day, ignored the slow descent of sun painting the forest a molten gold, shadows stretching like looming fingers. Spilling across the forest like ink, snuffing out the last threads of light like a candle guttering in the wind.

His muscles tensed beneath your palm, drawn impossibly tight, notched like a bowstring ready to snap. His tail coiled once, curling gently around your wrist.

Over his shoulder, his gaze found you—piercing, precise, hypnotic in a way. His beautiful golden eyes, normally calm, and patient, widened suddenly. His pupils stretching wide to swallow the light, the darkness—nearly all consuming.

Then just as abruptly, they constricted again. The predatory gleam remained, contained, coiled like a spring awaiting release. His eyes fluttered closed and his nostrils flared, a deep breath escaped his lips as his ears flicked backwards.

“Ten seconds”. He murmured, voice deep…roughed with quiet need but absolute in its finality.

You laughed, he did not. Instead, he gathered his hair back with a careful twist, binding it tight as he slid into a slow quad stretch. Your stomach dropped as a cold flush swept through you, nerves slowly spreading along through your chest. Oh…he's serious you realized, a timid smile trembling on your lips as your laugh turned into nervous giggles. “Sol'ek…ma Sol'ek,” you murmured, fingers fidgeting together, “let's talk about this—we're both rational adults” .

You said slowly, taking a hesitant back. Sol'ek let out an amused snort, his ears flicking forward, and his tail curling once behind him. “You poke the thanator, then expect mercy?” He chuckled dryly, gently guiding your face upwards towards his with a finger beneath your chin.

His eyes sparkled in the dim light, fixating on your lips with a fervent hunger before swallowing hard. His Adam's apple bobbing as his hand gently wrapped around your throat. Not tight, nor threatening, just present. He lowered his face close to yours, his lips deliberately brushing against yours deliciously slow.

Not exactly a kiss, just a grazing as they trailed up to your ear. “There will be no mercy tonight, run along little Sarentu…ten” he whispered in your ear before stepping back. The warmth of his lips lingered on yours, and a dawning realization settled in your mind.

You watched him lean casually against the bark of the tree, momentarily still—at the predator poised and calm. “Nine,” he called, and the spell broke. You spun on your heels, sprinting blindly into the forest, laughter and nervous giggles spilling from your lips. Towering trees swallowed you as shadows long and ominous stretched around you. Branches and leaves clawed and lashed your face, leaving fleeting impressions and scratch lines on your skin as you dodged roots and underbrush.

Your breath came in quick, sharp pants, heart hammering against your ribs. You stumbled over a gnarled root, barely catching yourself with an awkward flail before you pressed on. Desperate to stay ahead, you knew damn well he would catch you—probably quickly—but you weren't going to make it easy for him.

The forest pressed around you, eerily quiet, shadows stretching long between trunk and ground. Is ten seconds up? You wondered. Spinning in place, your bottom lip fastened between your teeth, tail anxiously curling behind you. Finally, you decided.

Left. you tore through low h-hanging vines and thinner trees. Trying to be mindful of branches snapping beneath your feet, but it was hopeless. Each step forward, left a glowing bioluminescence step behind marking your frantic path. You chewed your lip in trepidation, slowing your pace, placing each foot with careful precision. If you couldn't conceal your steps, at least you could control them.

You silently hobbled around the clearing, weaving this way and that, hoping that bought you some time…though you knew it probably didn't. Sol'ek was in rut. It most definitely didn't. But it's worth a try.

You drew a shaky breath, forcing your pulse to slow. Even so, your bioluminescence betrayed you, glowing faintly like a small lantern in the dark. Pressing yourself behind a tree, you nervously peeked out. Scanning the forest around you. But it offered no comfort, the shadows were endless, heavy and still. And each rustle of leaves threatened to reveal your position, you shrunk behind the tree again.

Debating whether or not to switch positions, your tail twitching nervously, ears pressed flat to your head. Heart hammering in your throat, your lips quivering in a half smile, half grimace. I should move, you thought, dropping to your hands, curling them over roots and damp soil, trying desperately to mask your prints as some kind of wildlife.

Fingers sunk into moist ground, rocks scraping against your knees, as you inched forward. Every sense screamed caution, every shadow felt alive.

Then—snap. A branch broke somewhere to your right, your body froze, every nerve ending straining. A breath caught in your chest, something was moving beneath the brush–or someone. You scampered to your feet, forgetting your careful plan entirely, tail curling low to the ground in instinctive tension. Ears tilting forward, fingers digging into the rough bark of the tree as you peered around a large root. Leaves shivered and parted, a young viperwolf burst into the clearing, adolescent and gangly. Sniffing the air in your direction, relief surged through you.

Anxiety replaced by a cold sweat, your shoulders slumped forward as your heart slowed. The creature tilted its head curiously, then bolted back into the shadows.

“That was a close call,” you murmured softly, eyes briefly closing, trying hard to calm your racing heart. “What was a close call?” A low, smooth voice whispered beside your ear. A startled yelp tore from your throat, as you stumbled backward, falling onto your back.

Heart hammering, pulse drumming in your ears, you scrambled to your feet, backpedaling instinctively. You couldn't see him—shadows concealed most of his form—but the faint glow of his bioluminescence, and the glint of his teeth in the moonlight. Oh Eywa…this is terrifying. Is this what the RDA soldiers see when we hunt them? Well, they deserve it.

Shaking off the fear—and a little arousal, you dash clumsily through the underbrush, lungs burning, feeling both terrified and thrilled.

Peeking over your shoulder, you slowed, then stopped altogether, watching him remain perfectly still. Your head tilted, confusion flickering through you. Then he moved. He ran with a fluid grace, like morning mist slipping through the trees—silent, inevitable. He vaulted over sprawling large roots without a sound, closing the distance with frightening ease. Faster than you could make distance, faster than you could escape. Your chest tightened as too many emotions collided at once. Awe. Fear….arousal.

In an instant, he was on you. The world tipped and together you went tumbling on the floor in a tangle of limbs and breathless laughter. When the rolling finally stilled, you found yourself pinned beneath him. Heat flooded your cheeks as you stared into his eyes–golden and bright, alight with unmistakable glee of a successful hunt. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, calm controlled, and without realizing it, you found yourself matching his rhythm. His ears flicked forward, pupils constricting as he studied you.

“You are not very good at running,” he murmured softly. You slowly lifted your hand, running the pad of your thumb along his striped cheek. The warmth of bleeding into your palms, “well”, you admitted sheepishly, “I'm used to being the hunter not the hunted”.

A low sound rumbled in his chest, something between a growl and a purr. He pressed his face into your palm, his eyes fluttering closed momentarily. “Nga yawne lu oer, ma Sarentu” he murmured, pressing revenant kisses into your palm. Each sending shivers through you, he leaned heavily into your palm. As if savoring your scent.

Your heart surged with affection so deep it nearly made you dizzy. Your hands sought his, and he laced his fingers through yours, warm and sure. He pressed his forehead against yours in quiet reverence, a silent pause that felt sacred. Your lips parted to speak—to echo his words—but he stole the moment. capturing your mouth in a kiss. It was sweet, gentler than you expected. Comforting.

That's it......lol jk I know what you freaks are here for 👀 last chance to back out though

"Be still. I wish to memorize every aspect of you," Sol'ek murmured softly, his fingers gliding over your skin with feather-light touches. He traced your stripes deliberately, each stroke painfully slow... yet intimate. Every movement was sensual as writhed beneath him, his calloused hands memorizing every curve and divot of your thighs. Your lashes fluttered rapidly, breath catching as slender fingers traced invisible circles along your hip.

Your hand reached for him, yet he caught it, Holding it gently in his as if it were the most precious thing in his world. He rested his face against the back of your hand, pressing soft kiss to each of your knuckles. His thumb rubbed along your fingers before pressing them to his lips. His ears flicked backwards as his gaze settled on you, so soft it was if you hung the moon.

"Txe'lan oeyä," he murmured breathlessly, gently pinning your hand above your head. "Allow me to lavish you, ma ywane." He murmured, his voice thick with the primal need to claim you.

Restrained only by pure iron will. Despite himself, his fingers trembled, his tail twitched subtly and he swallowed the raw desire rolling off of him in waves. He held himself steady, his hands perching on your hips. Firm yet reverent, tracing the contours of you.

Your heart fluttered as he rested his head against your womb, your tail curling languidly beneath his chin. "Ma yawne, Sol'ek", you whispered, watching the subtle twitch of his ear. His muscles drew taught beneath his skin, and his tail wound itself along yours, gently grazing along it's base.

You sucked a sharp breath between your teeth, as his grazed your stomach, gentle yet insistent. Desperate to mark you, yet careful not to hurt. Inatinct drove you foward, and you moved first: sitting up slowly, you sank your teeth into his shoulder, tasting him in return.

His hand coiled around you like a live serpent, pulling you impossibly close. His fingers dug into the flesh of your hip, leaving small crescent moons along the curves.

Then, as if something inside him had shattered, he fell upon your neck with fervent precision. Teeth on skin, lips to pulse; hot and insistent, laying claim. He marked your neck like a starved man, hands guiding you with unspoken command. Gently, he set you in his lap, molding you to him. His body burned feverishly, every inch taut with desire.

Your breath hitched as his fingers threaded in your hair. Drawing your neck back, and lavishing your neck wet opened-mouthed kisses.

Your mouth fell open in silent a gasp as two of his fingers hooked inside. A muffled groan escaped your lips, your tongue curling instinctivly around them . He pushed deeper, gently stroking the back of your tongue, drawing a from your spine with each deliberate movement.

His other hand glided along your torso, with slow deliberate care. From the valley of your breast, it travled downward to your abdomen. Stoping just shy of your vulva, before tracing back up your abdomen before ascending again, each touch, reverent and teasing. White hot trails bloomed across your skin where he touched, setting your nerves aflame. A mirror to the rut simmering through him, Heat flooded your cheeks, your chest rose and fell in quick, sharp breaths.

Saliva clung to your lips as he withdrew his fingers, a luminous strand stretching between you. He paused, then slowly spread his fingers apart. Watching the slick thread draw long and thin, catching the light as it trembled. A slow, satisfied smirk curved his lips upward as his eyes refocused on you.

"You have been testing my patience all day," he murmured, his voice low and even. Fingers curling slow as his gaze followed the glistening thread between them.

"I am a patient man," he contined softly, fond, "but even I have my limits." You smiled despite yourself, somethingakin to shynessfluttering in your chest as you back peddled. "I'm sorry?" You offered gently, though neither of you believed it.

"No," he murmured. "You aren't. Not yet."

He responded wordlessly, catching your ankle and drawing you closer with an unhurried pull.

His lips trailed a languid path from your ankle to your stomach. Lingering momentarily between your breast, before rising to your lips. When he spoke again it was against your mouth. The lips warm, but the words cool.

He drew your legs around his hips, holding you close as his hands traced slow, tender paths along your sides. "You will be". He murmured softly against your skin, one hand pulled back, then came down with sudden precision against your rear.

A sharp breath slipped between your teeth as the sting blossomed, like fire beneath your skin in it's wake. Your fingers tightened instinctivly around his arms, nails digging into the coiled muscle.

Although he scarcely noticed, intent wholly fixed on the way your body responded to his touch.

His face settled firmly between your legs, arms curling around your thighs. Holding you close and locking you in place. He began his slow, gentle claiming of you.

It started with a soft kiss grazing your skin, followed by a teasing nip, before the slow stroke of his tongue traced along your slit . His breath hot and heavy along your skin, your hips arching instinctively into the stroke of his tongue but his arms held you firmly in place. Your toes curled, head tilting back, as you bit down on your fist.

Trying in vain to stifle the pitiful whimpers falling form your lips. Sol'ek, however, swatted your hand away and cracked your hip wkth another sharp pop. "Do not conceal what I wish to hear," he commanded, voice low and unwavering.

It's gonna be a long night.

Okay and that's where I'm gonan cut it, the post is getting a lil bit too long. I'll post the second half later today...stone me gently bye y'all <3~

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