The same little reward⋆.𐙚 ̊
Olo’eyktan Neteyam x Na’vi reader
Warnings ⋆.𐙚 ̊<cat and mouse, prey and predator, spitting, finger gagging, fingering, cum eating, pussy eating, oral!fem receiving, crying, slapping, ass play, p in v, rough fucking, aged up!neteyam, oversitmulation, mating, knotting, belly bulge, size difference, choking, hair pulling, slight degradation, dom sub, baby trapping kinda>
Summary⋆.𐙚 ̊<The one where Neteyam holds a competition to choose his mate, and you just so happen to catch his eye, and he claims you as his reward from Eywa. And there was no one he was going to let his prize go after marking it as his.>
Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk’itan had never been given the luxury of choices.
His whole life was layed out for him on a silver platter, step by step. Everything leading up to him becoming Olo’eyktan.
From the moment he could walk, he had been watched differently.
While other children were allowed to be reckless, allowed to be soft, allowed to fail loudly and often.
He did not. Every victory and mistake had come with a reminder about the future he didn’t get to refuse.
And now that day had come.
The war had seen to that, carving the boy out of him and leaving a mighty warrior behind. And leaving his kindness reserved.
He had watched his father nearly die more times than he could count from being kind.
So though Neteyam was generous and protective to his clan, he reserved his kindness.
And though his parents had chosen everything for him, they had never chosen for him the one thing that would always matter, they never forced a mate on him, never tied his life to someone he had not chosen with his own eyes and heart.
And Neteyam thanked Eywa for that every single day.
This was the first decision that was truly his.
And Neteyam refused to make that choice blindly.
He would not bind himself to softness simply because it was foreign.
Because if he was going to give someone the one position in his life that he got to choose.
He would watch her stubbornness be replaced by submission to him and once she was broken down, she would be his prize from Eywa.
Because for once in his life, she wouldn't be offered to him on a silver platter, he would actually have to fight to claim her.
Neteyam loved a good challenge.
He loved the burn in his muscles after a hunt that should have killed him, loved the moment before the kill when he watched hope drain from a creature's eyes, loved the way the clan used to stare when he came back bloodied and breathing hard and victorious, loved the praises to him-the mighty warrior.
Whatever form it took, even if it was a simple pat on his shoulder from his father. He thrived on a reward after a challenge.
And being the apex predator that he is-Neteyam was more than happy to hunt down his prey.
Becoming Olo’eyktan hadn’t softened that hunger.
If anything, it had deepened it.
And he would not choose someone that lowered her head for anyone and everyone.
He would choose someone who fed his hunger. And gave no one the power that she gave him.
But that woman, did not exist in his clan. Everyone here came crawling to him willingly.
And so, the announcement came.
Neteyam had announced that a competition will be held amongst women of different clans and every day he will choose some to go back home until he is left with his chosen mate.
Somewhere out there, was a girl who didn’t yet know she had just been marked by a predator who did not miss.
And he intended to find her.
Whether she was ready or not.
The women had arrived after three days, just as Neteyam had commanded.
they stood before him in a long line. Thirty of them, each one trying in her own way to either show submission or bravery.
On the first day the creatures placed on them had been small, many-legged things from the deep underbrush whose slightest disturbance could provoke a sting sharp enough to drop a grown hunter to his knees.
Some had failed before the first minute passed, gasping and jerking and crying out as instinct took over, sending the creatures scattering and the healers rushing forward, and others had lasted longer only to break when one crawled too close to their face but a few had remained impossibly still.
On the second day they had been given hunting bows and lined up to hit 4 clean strikes.
On the third day they had been sent into the forest with only baskets and tasked to return with herbs that close a wound, roots to calm a pounding head, saps to draw poison, and petals that could lower fever, and more than one woman had come back empty-handed, furious with herself because she knew exactly what she needed but could not find it under the pressure of time.
On the fourth day the women had been told to make baskets strong enough to carry weight without breaking and tight enough that seeds could not slip through.
Some baskets had collapsed the moment they were lifted, some had been pretty and useless.
On the fifth day the women had been led into a stretch of forest thick with shadow and old roots, and released with the knowledge that a viperwolf waited somewhere inside, with orders from no one than it's master-Neteyam to hunt and knock the women down.
On the sixth day had been given gathered meat, fruits, and herbs, and told to prepare meals.
The sixth day had ended with full bellies, and by the time the moon had come out, most of the clan had drifted back toward their kelku's or were rounded by the fire.
You slipped away from the noise, your feet padding across the grass and deeper into the forest to where the flower meadow was.
Soft light pulsed from broad-veined blooms curled around low trees and hanging vines, their colors luminous lighting up the otherwise dark forest.
You had knelt to tend to a cluster of pale star-flowers when you felt that unmistakable pressure on the side of your face, causing your hands to still and your to straighten.
When you turned, the words were already on your tongue.
“Oel ngati kameie, Olo’eyktan.”
You brought your fingers up in the sign, to your forehead, then extending them forward to the large figure infront of you.
Neteyam stood several steps back, half in shadow, half in the low blue light of the flowers, his massive frame impossibly still among the drifting leaves.
For a moment, neither of you moved.
Then his chest lifted slowly as he breathed in, eyes tracking over you unapologetically as if he was silently checking for injuries.
“You do not rest?” he said at last, voice low, carrying easily through the space between you.
You let your hands fall back to your lap, dusting the glowing pollen from your palms as you rose.
“you do not have matters to attend to, Olo’eyktan?”
His mouth twitched, not quite a smile, but not quite anything friendly. “I do. You are one of them.”
“Am I?” you replied, glancing back at him from over your shoulder.
Each one slow, the way a predator moved when it didn’t want to scare away it's next meal, "You will be-if I choose you." even as the space between you shrank until the glow of the flowers caught along the planes of his face and the curve of his throat.
"Until then,I cannot have my potential mate harmed."
When he stopped, it was close enough that you could see the faint tension in his jaw, the subtle flex of muscle in his forearm as his hand shifted at his side.
“I suppose I should be flattered.” you said. “Atleast with you here I won’t be flattened.”
A quiet, breathless sound left him before he could stop it, something that might’ve been a laugh if it hadn’t carried no humor at all, and his eyes darkened just a shade more as they held yours.
“I was starting to think you forgot the dangers of the forest.”
For a second, the Olo’eyktan was very, very visible in him.
"Then why is it that a little thing like you is out here all by yourself"
"I'm not alone-you're here"
“You do not lower your eyes,” he said quietly.
“No,” he answered immediately, and then, after the briefest pause, “Most do.”
His gaze followed your face as you dipped your head down to look at the vine in your hands, causing your long hair to curtain your face, his head subconsciously leaning forward then dipping down to find your eyes again.
“You are Syulang olo',” he said. (Flower Clan)
“You tend life instead of ending it.”
“Someone has to,” you said lightly, though the air between you had thickened enough that even your own voice sounded different in your ears. “Not everyone can spend their days ending life and calling it protection.”
Something dark and unreadable crossed his face, his jaw flexing once as he tilted his head to the side.
“Careful,” he murmured. “You speak to the Olo’eyktan.”
You finally turned fully to face him, lifting your head up to meet his eyes, he still had to look down, your fingers still stained faintly with glowing pollen, your other hand resting loosely at your side. “Then he should be careful what kind of world he makes,” you replied. “Because we’re the ones who have to grow things in it ashes afterward.”
For a moment, he only stared.
“You do not fear me,” he said. Taking another step forward.
You considered him for a beat. “That’s not true.”
“could've fooled me" he answered, pulling a soft giggle out of you, his ears twitching forward at the sweet sound.
“I was hiding,” you quietly admit, answering his earlier question. “I’m tired of being looked at.”
“You realize who you’re saying that to.”
You met his eyes again. “Yeah. That’s why I’m being honest.”
He took another step closer, the corner of his mouth lifting.
“Most people are honest with me only when they’re afraid,” he said. “Or when they want something.”
“And what do you think I want?” you asked.
His gaze dipped, not in a way that was hidden or polite, but in that brief, instinctive sweep that took you in as a whole before lifting back to your eyes.
“Nothing you'll willingly admit.”
Then he straightened slightly, as though remembering something, his eyes never left your face.
“You never told me your name.”
You held his gaze for a second longer, something unreadable passing through your eyes, and then you stepped back, turning smoothly toward the path that led back to the clan, your voice carrying easily over your shoulder.
And you walked away, the glow of the flowers slowly swallowing you back into the forest, leaving Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk’itan standing alone among living light with the unfamiliar, unwelcome, undeniable realization settling deep in his chest.
He should not have let you leave.
And he already wanted you back.
By the time the sun rose on the seventh day, there were only four women left.
They stood now at the edge of the great clearing, washed and dressed in shiny garments, with Neteyam’s large figure spannig out on the throne infront of them, and the clan in a circle around them as the drums began to beat in a steady rhythm meant for seduction.
Right away, it was obvious one of the girls had no real idea what she was doing.
She tried to move with the beat, she really did, but no matter how pretty she was, no matter how nicely she’d dressed, it just… didn’t land.
Another one stood out in the opposite way.
She had smooth turns and controlled hips, catching Neteyam’s attention, yet she failed tk hold his attention even as she matched the drums perfectly and filled the space around her, it all felt weirdly empty.
And then there was the third.
She danced like she was trying to win a fight.
Her steps were sharper, and her movements louder, her presence pushing outward, claiming space, and it would’ve been impressive if she’d kept it about herself, but she didn’t, because her eyes kept flicking sideways, quick and constant, her body changing rhythm not to the drums but to whatever the hell she was looking at, and Neteyam saw it instantly.
She was deliberately competing not for him to choose her-but against someone else.
And that rubbed him off in a way that irritated him because this wasn’t supposed to be about copying or outshining, it was supposed to be about presenting your authentic self and she was too busy watching you to have any of her own.
And that was when he forgot about this whole competition.
Neteyam's hungry eyes watched each shift of your small waist flowing into the next, your shoulders rolling, your hips turning, your arms lifting and falling in the sweetest way.
Neteyam’s head tilted before he even realized he’d moved, his gaze narrowing, his pupils blowing wide until the gold of his eyes was almost gone, his attention pulling so hard in your direction that the rest of the clearing blurred at the edges.
His hand came up to his face, his knuckles settling under his chin as he leaned forward just slightly, because something about you seemed to be missing today, and it pissed him off in the same way a good puzzle did.
There was something so innocent about your pretty little face, and for half a second his brain tried to file you under a child who was mistakenly brought here, and then his eyes dropped and corrected him immediately.
Your body told a completely different story.
You were no fucking child.
The fabric of your tewng riding low on your curved hips. The back was nearly nonexistent. It framed you perfectly, passing the generous curve of her ass, round and plush, made to be held, bitten. Fucking Worshipped.
Your smooth thighs touched slightly, thick and smooth, leading into shapely calves and dainty feet, and the contrast against your narrow, sculpted waist only made you look more divine.
You were full and soft in all the places that made a man lose his reason, you body the epitome of seduction without even trying.
A goddess carved from every fevered dream he'd ever had. No sculptor's hand could have shaped those curves, no painter's brush could have captured that glow in your skin.
And he was a man on his knees before your altar.
Then you lifted your big eyes.
And any leftover doubt died right there.
Your eyes mer his and they said more words than any other woman had ever said to him in his 24 cycles.
It wasn't disobedience, it wasn't fury, it wasn't stubbornness, it wasn't submission.
But it was something. Something that told him that though you wouldn't go out of your way to disobey. You also wouldn't submit.
His prize. His prize from Eywa for all the things she had done to him.
He finally got his reward and it was a few steps away from him ignoring the hungry look in his eyes to to tilt your head up, your fingers running down her body as you tolled your hips to the beat.
The drums were still pounding when Neteyam finally moved, when he rose from the throne the drums instantly stopped leaving behind a silence so thick that every single person could hear the slow sound of his steps as he descended from the platform and began to walk.
He walked toward the first woman, stopping close enough that she had to lift her chin to meet his eyes, hope already shaking in her expression, and he studied her for a brief moment before tilting his head slightly to the side, a simple gesture, barely a movement at all, but the meaning of it landed like a strike.
Her face fell before she could stop it, disappointment flickering across her features before she masked it and stepped back into the crowd.
He stopped infront of the second and then third woman and gave them that same quiet, merciless tilt of his head.
His focus narrowing until it was only you standing there in front of him.
For a moment, he just looked at you, until his low voice finally reached your ears.
The sound of it hung between you, and he repeated it once under his breath, his thick accent wrapping around it, then lifted his gaze past your shoulder to where his father stood, and Jake met his eyes immediately, approval passing between them in the space of a single heartbeat before Jake gave the smallest nod, pride written openly across his face.
Neteyam looked back at you then, trying to push down a smile from making his father proud.
His hand opened between you expectingly, so you placed your smaller hand in his, his fingers closed around yours, and he turned without releasing you, guiding you toward the throne as the crowd parted instinctively, bodies shifting out of his path.
His other hand spanned over your lower back as he walked, and when he reached the platform he sat first and drew you down with him, placing you where everyone could see exactly where you belonged.
Voices rose, cheers broke out, feet struck the ground, drums were taken up again in wild, uneven rhythm, and Jake stepped forward, lifting his hands until the sound bent just enough for him to be heard.
“Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk’itan.”
The clan answered him in one voice, repeating Jake’s words.
Jake lifted his chin, eyes sweeping the crowd, and then he spoke your name, hearing it echoed back by dozens of mouths.
By the time the fires burned lower and the celebration fractured into smaller pockets of sound and movement, Neteyam was already rising from his seat, his hand finding yours naturally as he led you away from the clearing and into the darker paths beyond, where the glow of the torches thinned and the forest closed in around you.
He didn’t stop until the noise had faded into nothing but a distant hum, and he suddenly stopped walking and instead turned to look at you.
whatever warmth the firelight had given him was gone, his eyes dark and steady as they moved over your face.
“I want you to run,” he said.
Your brows pulled together as you looked up at him. “What the heck are you talking about”
"Yeah, I heard you the first time. You drag me out here after choosing me in front of your clan and now you’re telling me to take off into the forest like this is some kind of game?”
"Yeah, it's not. So don't tell me to flee like I'm an ikran that you've claimed."
His gaze dipped briefly to where your hand hung at your side, then lifted back to your eyes. “If I had claimed you, you wouldn’t still be talking back to me.”
"Oh, and you're so sure of that?"
You bit back, then lifted your hand, your fingers reaching for the long braid that ran down the length of his body, curling around his kuru then gently stroking the smooth length of it with your gentle hands.
And then he squared his shoulders making him impossibly larger.
His chest rose on a deeper inhale, his jaw tightening as his eyes darkened further, locking on yours with an intensity that made your pulse trip.
"Your mouth would be too full." He answered finally, causing you to furrow your eyebrows in confusion.
“You don’t touch an Olo’eyktan like that unless you want his attention.”
Instead, you stepped in, just enough that your toes brushed his, your voice lowering. “And, do I have it?”
“Yes,” he murmured. “You do.”
He raised his large arm slowly, not to touch you, but to brace it against the tree above your head, blocking the path behind you as he dipped his head down, closer to yours, causing you to retract the step you just took.
And in that step you took back, Neteyam’s hunger crawled around inside him for he knew in that moment that he stood correct about your hidden submissive nature-and he was going to pull it out of you. One way or another.
And make you so, so sweet for him.
“Your eyes. You look at me as if I was the one being tested.”
You tilted your head, your eyes narrowing slightly. “Maybe you were.”
A quiet sound left him, low in his chest. “Careful.”
“Why?” you asked. “You don’t like being challenged?”
His eyes dragged over your face again, slower now. “I don’t choose what doesn’t challenge me.”
Your fingers loosened around his braid, sliding free, but your hand didn’t drop, hovering between you instead. “Then you know better than to act like I’m already yours.”
He leaned in just slightly, enough that you could feel his breath. “You’re standing in my forest, living in my clan, eating my food, winning my competition, standing under my frame.”
His voice lowered. “That’s not someone who isn’t already halfway there.”
Your pulse kicked harder, but your voice slightly softened.
"Don't act like you know anything about me.”
“I know you don’t submit easily.”
You laughed under your breath, lightly shaking your head. “Easily? Try not at all.”
His gaze held yours, unwavering. “And I know you won’t just give yourself because someone with a title tells you to.”
You swallowed. “So what, you’re planning to scare it out of me?”
His mouth curved, his accent thick around his words. “No. I’m planning to earn it. Everyone submits,” he said quietly. “They just need to reach the time that they face something worth submitting to.”
“And you think you get to be the one who decides that?”
“I already did,” he answered, unflinching. “When I chose you.”
He straightened then, easing his arm back.
“I want you to run,” he said again.
You stared at him, your heavy chest rising, causing him to momentarily draw his attention to it. “And if you catch me?”
“When I do catch you,” he corrected calmly, "I will claim my prize. And you will submit.”
"Kä, ma stxeli" he continued "Defy me and see where it gets you."
Then you smiled, just a little.
“Screw you,” you said under your breath.
Your eyes never left his.
You didn’t hesitate once you turned.
The first step tore out of you on instinct, bare feet striking the cool forest floor as you broke into the trees, the air rushing into your lungs, leaves brushing your arms, branches slipping past your shoulders.
Behind you, there was nothing.
No sound of him following.
And that almost made it worse.
You ran harder because of it, because even though you were strong willed. You were not stupid. Neteyam was a mighty hunter, a mighty warrior, a mighty fisherman, a mighty Olo’eyktan, and you had no doubt that he knows this forest back to back.
He remained where you’d left him, one broad shoulder settling back against the bark of the tree, his head angling slightly as he watched the last flicker of your silhouette vanish
He wanted you to believe you’d escaped.
Minutes passed, and once he could no longer hear you.
Only then did he push off the tree.
He lowered his head slightly as he moved between the trees, finding disturbed leaves and bent gras.
Your trail wasn’t difficult.
You weren’t trying to hide.
You were trying to get away.
He followed the trail, his feet finding their path without sound, his hunger no longer restrained but controlled, the way it always was before a successful hunt.
Ahead, you finally slowed, your air betraying you and you let yourself believe you’d bought distance, so you glanced back and exhaled in relief when you didn’t find a large blue figure.
And that was the exact moment your chest pulling in deeper air as you pushed through a curtain of glowing hanging vines and stepped into a pocket of open ground.
Unfortunately for you, the rush of adrenaline had caused a wetness to drip from your leaky pussy. And scent of your juices was more than enough for Neteyam to find you before any other creature could pick up the sweet scent flowing through the forest air.
He closed the distance without you hearing a single approach, his body lowering to the ground, waiting for the moment your attention drifted forward again.
One instant you were looking at the glowing hanging leaves.
The next, the world shifted violently as a weight hit you from behind, his massive arm sweeping around your middle as he took you down with him, the ground rushing up as he turned the fall so you didn’t take the impact, his other hand bracing, leaves and soft earth scattering as you were pinned beneath him in a rush of motion.
His knee planted on your hip.
His forearm braced above your shoulder.
His other hand caging both your wrists and anchoring your arms above your head.
And above you, his head dipped, close enough that you could feel the warmth of him, his voice low, carrying something dark and satisfied through it.
Then he pulled back for just a second, watching the way your fire slowly slipped away from eyes leaving them doe and beady. He breathed heavily, his nostrils flaring as he took in your scent and the fragile look on your face. “Look at that,” he whispered, almost to himself.
You looked so small, so impossibly innocent, like something he should never have touched. And maybe he shouldn't have, but Neteyam was a selfish, selfish man
His large hands trembled as they slid over your skin, far too large to handle you delicately but trying. Trying so hard to be gentle, to worship without destroying. But Eywa, it was difficult when you looked the way you did.
But then suddenly the Olo’eyktan had a golden idea being the leaving hunter that he is-he reached into his side pouch and pulled out a rope, tying it around your ankles with trained perfection then getting up. You were looking up at his looming frame standing over you when suddenly, your world spun, your body suspended in the air, dangling helplessly from the tree.
Neteyam stepped back, his dark eyes devouring the sight of you, hanging like a helpless prey caught in his trap. He moved closer again,and without hesitation, he grabbed your breasts, kneading them with a raw, animalistic hunger.
His grip tightened as he tore at the little fabric covering your heavy breasts, exposing more of your skin to his assault. His mouth latched onto your nipple, sucking deeply, pulling at you as though he was starving for you, groaning as a respone to your little whimpers. His hands came up to cup your boobs higher, his mouth diving down to suckle on the skin there leaving even more bruises on your untouched skin, then burrying his nose between the
valley of them an inhaling deeply and groaning out an exhale.
He tilted your chin up, eyes dark with need.
You obeyed, and he slowly spit into your mouth.
His ears twitch as he suddenly comes to the realisation that you are hanging helplessly infront of him and he is yet to see your pussy, so he pulled at the rope, causing your body to lower a bit, leaving your covered pussy right at eye level with him.
His hand reached up and slowly undid the knots at your waist, you tewng softly falling off and onto the grass below.
And then you were met with silence.
His chest rose with a deep inhale, his head dipping closer to the area.
“Eywa…” he muttered out breathlessly causing you to instinctively clench your pussy in a useless effort to hide it from his intense gaze.
"Mawey" he cooed at you, his large hands pulling your thighs further apart, exposing you completely to him. "Let me see my prize" he says, running a large hand over your exposed ass, his fingers teasing along the leaking slit of your pussy causing you to whine and subconsciously buck your hips for more pressure when suddenly you felt a puff of air on your clit and you looked up to find Neteyam with his nose pressed to your clit with closed eyes.
You could see his tail swishing back and forth behind him in a predatory reflex. Neteyam had his nose buried between your folds, his chest rising with deep inhales. You instantly flushed with embarrassment causing you to twist away, but his eyes instantly snapped open, his hands moving to grip your hips, keeping you in place. "Fìtxan kalin" he rumbles out, finally detaching his nose from your pussy, a string of wetness connecting them before it broke.
You watch him bring one of his hands to his side and take out his knife, rubbing the flat surface part of it against your wet pussy then bringing it up towards his starving mouth and licking your wetness off of his knife, pulling a deep purr out of him.
Neteyam's dark gaze never wavered as he pushed your legs apart even wider, spreading you wide before him.
He had tasted a fair share of pussy in his life but this. This was something else and he'd be damned to not show you how good you taste to him.
Without warning, he glided a long finger between your folds, letting his knife drop to the ground before rubbing pressured repetitive circles onto your clit.
Neteyam ’s eyes flickered down to where his fingers moved, watching as your body responded to his touch. He growled lowly as he felt the wetness coating his fingers. He pulled his hand away briefly, only to spit onto your pussy, the wet sound of it making you flinch as the heat of his saliva mingled with your own arousal.
His hand was back on you in an instant, fingers sliding through the slickness he’d just created. He rubbed your clit faster, pressing down on the bud with a delicious pressure. You gasped, your hips jerking involuntarily as he rubbed you faster, harder.
His grip on your thigh tightened as he brought his other hand down, grabbing you securely by the waist and pulling you closer to him. His fingers never stopped moving.
He cupped you roughly, his palm pressing against your pussy as he shook his hand back and forth, the harsh motion making you whimper as the pressure built.
He was relentless, grinding his palm against your clit with a brutal rhythm that left your thighs trembling until you were practically grinding against his hand. His hand leaving your waist to grab your ass, spreading your cheeks for him
He pushed a finger inside you. The length stretching your tightness in a way that made you gasp. "So fucking tight baby" he rasped out.
The slick, wet sound of yoyr arousal filled the area, echoing back at you, a humiliating reminder of how your body responded to him, despite your own resistance.
His fingers curled inside you, hitting a spot that made you cry out, his fingers pumping inside you.
Neteyam withdrew his finger slowly, coated in your arousal. His dark, predatory eyes locked onto your, and he held your gaze as he lifted his hand, now dripping with your wetness, to his mouth. His tongue flicked out, to lick it all up off of his finger.
His mouth found your pussy instantly, needing to tate the delicious juice from its source, his tongue flicking across your sensitive folds, drinking in your taste with pure hunger, a groan leaving him at your taste. His mouth worked against you, his large tongue dragging across every inch of you pussy, his need so raw and animalistic that you could barely stand it.
His hands holding you steady as his mouth worked with ruthless efficiency, pushing your body back to the edge. His tongue moved in relentless circles, making your mind blur as the pleasure built, causing you to squirm and look up at the sight and Eywa knows it was so, so sinful.
His adam's apple bobbed as his throat worked to swallow your juices-he was literally drinking from you. Your wetness dripping down his throat to leak onto his large chest.
"be a good girl for me... and don't squirm too much." He suddenly said from above her, his deep voice rumbling through your pussy.
He suckled slowly over your clit then, his lips wrapping around it The pressure was perfect and firm. He then pulled back, then did it again-long tongue thrusting inside you then flicking rapidly before flattening again in long, wet needy strokes.
His tongue gliding all the way back to your asshole before he gripped the flesh there in his greedy hands, roughly smacking your ass before jiggling the fleash in his hands then spitting between your spread cheeks to watch it drip down before his mouth was in it again, licking up the wetness.
He tilted his head slightly, angling his tongue differently now, dragging it hard and slow before sucking-hard-then swirling again.
Without warning, your release hit you hard, your body shaking as you cried out his name, your voice breaking. Your body gave in, the release soaking his mouth, your own arousal drenching your tummy as you came, spilling into his mouth.
Neteyam's mouth didn’t relent, his tongue catching every last bit, gulping down your release as though it was his, as though he owned every part of you. His satisfaction was palpable, his gaze possessive and hungry as he drank you in, his expression fierce and possessive.
When he finally passed back, his breathing was hard and he pressed a soft kiss to you pussy before finally straightening up and unting the rope around your ankle, the arm around your waste keeping you secure as he gently lowered you down to the ground.
"Are you okay Yawne?" He asked you in the softest way that he could for a man that was just ravaging you.
"Yes" you whispered, you mind hazy as you looked up at your, you smaller hand coming up to grab his that rested on your cheek.
"I see you" He murmured as he stroked your soft hair.
"I see you" you replied, a soft smile blooming across your face.
And he did see you. The submission that you were willingly giving to him. He saw all of you now. Someone that he needed to protect and claim and warm and feed and fill. He saw you.
His lips pressed against yours so softly, molding together, the wet sound of your lips smacking into the air. He pulled back, only to have you lean you head up to follow his lips, earning a smirk from him.
He leaned back down and gave you another kiss, watching you sigh in satisfaction. "Better?" He teased as he patted your cheek
You nodded lazily as if you head was heavy and you blinked up at him.
He slid hid thumb across your wet bottom lip, his other one moving to cup the side of your neck.
He pulled back enough to look into your face. Your beauty that made his whole existence ache.
"You’re staring maTeyam" you whisper
"Of course I am. I payed Eywa for you"
I pressed my lips to her throat, my hands moving down to roam her back.
Her hands slowly came up and touched my chest. I almost lost it right there. Her submission was doing that to me. The way she reached for me like I was welcoming and safe, like I was worthy.
I wasn't. But Eywa, I would make her believe I was.
I leaned down and pressed a kiss to her cheek. Then another on her temple. Then one at the corner of her eye. I kissed her face like every inch of it had been sculpted just for my lips to worship.
"Yuey," I murmured between kisses, "So beautiful oeyä Yawne"
She made a soft sound in her throat, almost in question. I kissed the sound away. I kissed her nose, her brow, her jaw.
I raised one arm slowly to comb through my silky braids, pushing it back from my forehead with my fingers.
I watch as her eyes followed the movement and I caught the way her pupils dilated when my bicep flexed.
Just as I wanted. Just as I expected.
"You like that?" I asked lazily.
She slowly blinked, like she wasn't sure if she was supposed to admit it. So I answered for her. I took her hand and kissed it. Each knuckle, one by one, before flipping it over and kissing her palm.
Then I guided her hand to my chest, pressing it to the spot above my heart. Letting her feel how violently it thundered for her. Then lower, inch by inch, I dragged her hand down the ridges of my torso, just until her fingers grazed the top of my waistband.
I kissed her again, this time slower but deeper, my tongue tasting her sigh. And then my hands were sliding down, down to grip her waist, and then shamelessly lower as I filled my hands with the curve of her ass, squeezing firmly and spreading her slightly as I pulled her flush against me.
I groaned into her mouth.
Her breasts were so fucking perfect, and they stunned me every time I saw them.
They looked so creamy and so fucking full I couldn't help but lunge in again.
My mouth closed over one nipple, sucking at it desperately, my tongue flicking and swirling as I groaned against her skin. I licked over the softness, bit gently at the underside.
My other hand snuck around, sliding under her gown to grab her ass as I rocked my hips into hers with a slow, aching grind, letting her feel just how desperate I was for her, my mouth leaving her breasts to place multiple marks on her neck.
"Come," I said, as I took her hand and led her toward the flower bed.
I laywed her down on the it and crouched down before her. Her knees parted slightly, just enough for me to glimpse the inside of her thighs. My vision tunneled and my mind went blank as I stared at the spot between her thighs. My hands gripped her ankles, sliding up slowly.
She blinked down at me like a sleepy doll.
I kissed her calves, then her knee. Then her inner thigh, her fingers tangled in my hair.
I rose slowly, positioning myself between her legs.
I bent and pressed my mouth to her before pulling her bottom lip between my teeth and gently sucking on it.
"Are you so achey baby?," I rasped against her ear.
She made a sound it was barely a whisper, but it was enough.
I pushed her back onto the flowerbed, covering her body with my large one, completely engulfing her, my knee pressed between hers, spreading her slowly. One hand braced beside her head, the other tangled in her hair. "I know"
I rocked my hips into her, I was still clothed, but enough for her to feel how hard I was.
I used my grip in her hair to roughly pull her face up to mine.
"But you better fucking hold onto something, baby," I rasped, voice thick with need. "'Cause I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you."
She whimpered and it sounded so broken and desperate it barely made it past her lips but it made me grin.
I pulled back, taking my loincloth off watching my painfully hard member slap up, past my belly button before crawling back ontop of her.
I grabbed her wrist and flipped her with ease, manhandling her onto her stomach, pulling her ass up until she was on her knees, chest down. A small gasp escaped her as her body adjusted to the shift, but then (fuck me) she pushed back. Slammed her ass right into me with no warning.
I growled, stumbling slightly, caught off guard by how fucking eager she was.
I grunted, both hands slamming down beside her head, caging her in. My chest pressed down over her back, as I let my tongue flick out, tracing the sensitive spot just below her ear.
She mewled, actually mewled and arched up against me, like she didn't know what to do with the desire flooding her body.
She was so slick, so warm even without me inside her. My cock throbbed between her thighs, gliding through the wet juices on her upper inner thighs.
"So fuckin' filthy lettin' me fuck these beautiful thighs," I hissed, dropping my head against her back. "Squeezing so desperately around nothing."
She whimpered loudly and started pushing back into me again, her movements frantic, clumsy, so desperate to feel more.
I rutted against her in slow, brutal rolls of my hips, savoring every sound she made, every twitch of her thighs, every desperate little gasp as she helped me chase the burn just below my stomach. But it wasn't enough. I needed to be inside her. "Please" she whispered.
And I instantly pulled back with a frustrated grunt, peeling away from her slick thighs just long enough to shove her face-first into the grass with my hand. Her head tried to pop back up in confusion, but my hand stayed firm between her shoulders, pinning her down.
"Stay just like that, Yawne," I whispered, grabbing the base of my cock, lining myself up. "I'm gonna fuck you stupid."
The second I pushed into her, the breath punched from both of us and she sobbed, lightly screaming as she stretched around me.
Her walls clamped around me like a hot, wet vice, so fucking tight and her whole body jolted beneath me.
My jaw clenched so hard that I thought my teeth would break, and I had to pause.
"Fuck," I hissed through my teeth.
Her fingers clawed at the moss, breath stuttering beneath me as I bottomed out inside her. Her body adjusted, molded around me, took every inch like she was made for me.
She trembled, her forehead pressed into the soft ground, as I started to move in slow but deep, punishing thrusts that made the grass tear out from the soil underneath. The wet sounds of our bodies meeting made her whine in embarrassment, but I fucking loved it.
I held her hips in a bruising grip, driving into her again and again. Her walls fluttered around me, desperate and soaked, the tension building so hard it made her shake.
I dragged my hand down her spine, savoring the shiver that raced across her skin, before gripping the plump flesh of her ass and spreading her open wider for me to watch my dick enter her tight little hole.
I leaned in, biting into the tender flesh to mark her as one of my hands came down with a sharp slap against her skin, the echo of it blending with her startled moan. I watched red bloom across her cheeks both the ones on her face and the ones on her juicy ass.
I leaned back up and faced myself to go faster as I spread her ass cheeks again, my index finger propping her ass hole before spitting on the area and smearing my saliva there just for fun.
My hands left her ass and I gripped her hips tighter, and drove into her like I was punishing the distance that had ever existed between us.
And the sounds she made... wet, needy sounds with shame.
She whined like she hated how much she needed me. And Eywa, I fed on it.
"Could die happy between these thighs if you'd let me, Oeyä Yawne," I murmured, and voice cracked with need "Carve my fucking grave right here."
"Gonna keep you nice and full for me." My voice rasped out of me like gravel as I quickly flipped her, needing to see her, I instantly leaned down and grabbed her right foot and hooked it over my shoulder and around my neck, pinning down her other thigh to keep her open for me as I fucked the living daylight of her her.
I placed my other hand against the side of her head, caging her into me with my bicep and my necklace kept slapping against my chin with every movement.
I caught it between my teeth, frustrated and half-feral, trying to hold onto something while I lost myself in her body, but then she reached up.
Her lips brushed mine first, then her tongue slid across the chain. And she took it into her mouth.
I tore it from my neck, not to discard it, but to place it where it belonged. I slipped it over her head, wrapped it around her throat once- twice-then twisted it just enough to pull her up, flush against my chest.
I hissed into her lips before devouring them like a madman long starved and she moaned into my mouth so I swallowed it desperately.
I momentarily removed myself from her, watching her whine and whimper from the loss as I moved to sit with my back against the glowing willow tree.
I pulled her into my lap, placing each thigh on either side of mine, making her straddle me.
I guided myself to her entrance, one hand wrapped firmly around my base, the other fisting the back of her hair, holding her close.
"Easy" I murmured, voice thick with control. "Mawey, Yawne."
But her body fought it, tight and trembling around the tip alone.
She whispered in a whine as she pulled back instinctively, hips twitching away.
"Don't run. Open for me."
My hands gripped her hips, keeping her from fleeing, so she tried again but went slower this time.
I kissed her throat, whispering against her skin. "Don't clench. Relax."
A sob slipped from her lips, as she tilted her head back in frustration with tears streaming down her cheeks and I grabbed her hair, pulling her head back forward to kiss away each one.
"Wider," I commanded, nudging her thighs apart. "I said-wider."
She obeyed, her legs parting shakily over my thighs.
"Good girl," I breathed, guiding her down further. "Just like that... take me. Take all of it."
Her head dropped to my shoulder, moaning like she was drowning, her walls fluttering around me.
"Don't move," I ordered, breath ragged. "Don't. Move."
I tilted her chin, and stared down at her flushed, wrecked face, watching her eyes roll back to the front, her head lulling from need.
"You ready?" I asked and she nodded eagerly, reaching back to grab her braid, handing her kuru over to me.
I grabbed my own, smiling as I took in the beady look in her eyes, leaning forward to press my forehead against hers, whispering sweet nothings as our tendrils vined together, the strands glowing and pulsing with need as they grew towards one another before they atlast intertwined, earning a broken groan out of me, my eyes squeezing shut before placing a kiss to her forehead, my head tilting up to the sky in a silent thank you to Eywa.
That she had let me choose.
I could see her. I could feel her. And she was so, so perfect. Oeyä Tsyeym. My mate.
Her lips parted in a whimper so I pushed my long fingers between her lips and they closed around them, sucking lazily as I pushed them in deeper, so deep that her throat tightened around them as I held her gaze. She gagged softly, her eyes watering as her jaw strained to keep me in.
I watched her struggle, drived by the sight of it and she tried to pull back instinctively gripping my wrist and jerking her head back, but I was faster.
My free hand shot up, catching both of hers as I forced her hands behind her head, pinning them there. She wriggled, whimpering against my fingers, but I locked her in place, pressing her deeper onto me.
"Uh-uh," I growled lowly. "Where are you going to run, Yawne?" I whispered. "Who the fuck would take you from me now?"
She blinked up at me, her pupils blown wide, her cheeks wet of tears she didn't even realize she'd let fall.
Her mouth hung open, spit trailing from her lip as she sputtered and gagged.
"That's it," I whispered, pressing deeper until I saw her visibly panic, pressing a comforting kiss to her cheek.
I pulled out just in time to hear her gasp and cough, and Eywa it only made me harder. "You feel so good Yawne. You look so beautiful. Your soul is so perfect. My prize from Eywa."
I praised as I grabbed her by the waist and flipped her effortlessly, her back to my chest now, her thighs forced wide again by mine. I reached down, spreading her open again, she was dripping.
I spat again, this time momentarily bending her over and spreading her beautiful pussy lips and spat between them making it even slicker with my saliva. "Look at this-you're making such a mess"
I angled her back to my chest again, and slightly sat her down before I roughly thrusted up into her, focing a scream and she sobbed and moaned and whined and everything all at once.
I drove in again and again, and again. Feeling her tits bounce against my bicep and her ass slap against my thighs.
Her scream caught in her throat, strangled and breathless.
I gripped her throat to hold her as I fucked up into her warmth.
Not when her hands scrambled for something to hold and found nothing but my back to claw and scratch at and my body behind her, caging her in.
Her breathing turned ragged, each gasp, each whimper, each moan more desperate than the last. I felt her tighten around me, impossibly so, her body trembling as her release crashed over her like a wave. Her back arched into me with head tipping, and I caught the faintest sound of my name, broken and breathless, as it slipped from her lips with a load moan that followed.
I held her through it, letting her feel everything. I stayed deep inside her, grinding slowly to prolong her pleasure, to let her ride it out until the shaking in her legs turned to soft quivers.
I groaned once I felt my knot build up at the base of my cock, and I tried to hold it back-barely and half heartedly. But I did try for one second.
But then I realised that I am sure that she is my gift from eywa-so despite the relationship being new. I know Eywa blessed me with her.
So yeah-I knocked her up this very first night, placing my knot inside of her with another thrust, the knot pops inside her. “So full, aren't you?” I cooe my hand caressing her belly to rub the large bulge of the outline of my cock in her stomach.
My own release hit with punishing force, spilling inside her and coating her walls. I buried my face in her neck, groaning lowly against her sweat-damp skin as I filled her up, my knot making sure my seed took. But also keeping me locked inside her and making it impossibly hard for me to thrust.
I didn't want to move yet. Couldn't. Not yet.
But I felt the small, contented twitch of her fingers curling around mine, her body softening beneath me as she mewled. My lips brushed the top of her spine, then, with a quiet grunt, I shifted just enough to pick her up.
A fucked-dumb little doll. Just for me. No matter how tough she acted in public.
Exactly where she belonged. With her Olo’eyktan. The only person she submitted to.
I rolled her down onto the grass, placing her head on my bicep as a pillow as I reached down between us to pry my cock out of her tiny hole only for my seed to instantly start to leak out form how much she's pumped full of it.
Guess it's gonna need some training to keep in my seed. It's okay though, cus I glide my dick right back into her hole, plugging her pussy and placing a soft kiss to her head.
@exerlover for you, Yawne♡♡
