#dom neteyam

[wheneclipsefalls]

heyy i love ur works sm, could u possibly write a fic like the one you wrote about Lo’ak in Unmoveable, but with Neteyam as the alpha and the reader as the bratty/dominant omega. (Preferably fem reader) Tysm!!

Pairing: Adult Alpha Neteyam x Olangi Princess Omega Reader

Summary: Princess or not, a spoiled brat like you needs to be put in her place. And since you have been given over to him now, Neteyam is more than ready to put that attitude in check.

Warnings: dubcon/noncon, explicit MDNI, aged up Neteyam, omegaverse, dom/sub dynamics. power imbalance, very talkative Neteyam, breast play, nipple clamps, anal, punishment, kidnapping/arranged marriage, swearing, etc.

A/N: Hi anon...you probably thought I was never going to fufill this request😆😅 Hopefully you are still online to see this

Adult Neteyam pic by Cinetrix

Unmovable for reference

“What are you doing?”

“Waiting.” You reply simply, folding your legs upon where you are perched on a nearby boulder. 

“Is that so?” One of Neteyam’s hairless brows curves upwards into an unusual expression as he places his hands on his hips. You shrug it off as morphed social skills he has picked up, a consequence of living with Sky People. You don’t let it ruffle your feathers. 

“Yes. Soon you will have left and I will finally have some peace before my clan comes to get me.” You supply the information with a tilted chin and confidence oozing from every pore even as the towering alpha closes in on your space. 

“Your clan has given you to me, princess.” 

You refuse to meet the gaze that somehow manages to penetrate your defenses with a heated fire, contrary to his poised posture that emanates a relaxed grace. 

“An oversight on their part.” Your fingers interlock together and place on your lap. If he wants to put on a tough bravado why shouldn’t you? “Once they come to realize their mistake they will come to retrieve me. Until then, I wait.” 

However, waiting here may take more patience than you care to admit. The Olangi clan are known for their expertise as pa’li [direhorse] riders but even they may require a day or so to catch up to the point where Toruk Makto’s son has dragged you to. It's the furthest you have ever been from home. Consequently the first time you have seen the beautiful rolling grounds of the plains slowly transform into congested forest. 

You can only see a portion of the sky with these interlocking trees in the way. It pushes in on you like the bars of your enclosure, yet another representation of how trapped you have become in Neteyam’s grip. 

“I’m waiting too, paskalin [honey].” You shuffle slightly when he comes to sit beside you. The rich essence of his scent wraps around you in a vice-like grip. It has your inner omega running restless but you maintain a serene exterior. It wouldn’t be the first time an alpha has tried to rope you into submission with drifting pheromones. “In fact, we all are waiting.’ He gestures to the handful of Omatikaya warriors that have made the journey with him. They pretend to busy themselves with loading up pa’li that are already prepared. “Waiting for you to stop this tantrum of yours.” 

“Tantrum?” The word feels foreign on your tongue. 

“It means a child throwing a fit when they do not get their way.” 

“I am not a child!” You seethe, lips peeling back to reveal your pointed fangs. “I am a princess and-”

“And I am a prince.” Neteyam shrugs, cutting you off. “Yet neither of those titles mean anything out here.”

You scoff, allowing your hair to act as a protective curtain from his searing attention. A prince. What a laughable thought. A true prince does not drag a female away from her home with bound wrists and promises of mating. He has no right to call himself such a thing. 

Then again, your father calls himself Olo’eyktan yet he was the one that handed you over to the alpha. All for the promise of protection against the RDA. The Omatikaya could have asked for anything to seal the alliance between your two clans in battle but all that Neteyam had come to collect was you. 

Your father’s decision, however, could be forgiven in your eyes. He was doing what he thought was best for the people. His greatest error was believing Neteyam would be a suitable mate for you, for thinking that any alpha would be a good match for you after all that you’ve expressed against such a union. You are a free spirit. Despite your presentation as an omega you were never meant to live in an alpha’s shadows. 

“Look at me.” His voice is soft but firm. Another scoff of refusal is traveling up your throat but this time Neteyam doesn’t wait for you to follow his command. He captures your chin and forces you to turn and feel the weight of presence. It feels as if his alpha pheromones not only bleed into the space between you but also cinch around your throat like a claws. “I am your alpha now, your mate. That is the only title you should be focused on.” 

Neteyam is a strange alpha, that you have come to quickly realize. Where other alphas often raise their voices in demand for respect and submission he delivers his commands in the form of smooth purrs traveling down your spine. He uses force when necessary but never done rashly or out of anger, simply a tool to get you back to where he deems you should be. Among the other males there is no passive aggressive commentary or puffing of chests to remind them of rank. 

Instead he converses with them as old friends do. He leads the group in every sense of the word but it’s done with almost a playful hand as they laugh and make jokes with one another. And yet, after all of this backwards messaging, there is an air of dominance that laces his every move. He walks and talks with a relaxed expression as if he knows there is no need to prove himself. His supremacy is something that would not dare to be questioned. 

And somehow that comes off as higher snobbery than any other foolish alpha you’ve seen wrestle for your hand. 

“I don’t have an alpha. Nor will I ever.” With a tug your face is whipped from his hold. You manage to conceal the rush of heat to your cheeks by smoothly shifting your hair and facing away from him once more. “I suggest you accept that fact and stop wasting both of our time.”

Not a single bat of your eyes in his direction as you stare confidently ahead at the strange tree in front of you and wait to hear the party’s retreat. Instead your ears only catch the sound of a small sigh and shuffle before Neteyam is standing before you. 

“Come now, princess. It’s been fun but we still have ground to cover.” He reaches his hand out to help you up but you only gamble casting a glance at it from your peripheral vision. As far as you are concerned, Neteyam does not exist in your world. And so you treat him as such. 

“Neteyam!” A voice bellows across the distance. “We are losing daylight, brother. Are we set to travel?”

Neteyam doesn’t hesitate to send the other male a small smile before saying, “She is coming along now.”

“No I am not.” Your instant response is tainted with a gasp of offense. How dare he speak for you! “I am not moving from this rock until my clan comes to get me.” You insist, slapping his hand away. 

Neteyam remains unperturbed, simply giving a shrug before murmuring, “Have it your way then.” 

You aren’t afforded a second for a sense of victory to settle in before the prince is tossing you over his shoulder. Strongs arms wrap around the back of your thighs to keep you pinned there and decrease the range of motion for kicking. It doesn’t stop the gasp of outrage and pure spite that emanates from you. Limbs swinging in every which direction to deliver damage, you quickly resent the way his strength greatly overpowers your own. 

“I am not some fresh kill for you to carry home. Set me down right this instant!”

“I gave you the chance to walk over with dignity, princess. What else am I supposed to do?” He tries to retort but you can detect the grin in his voice. Even more humiliating, from your upside down position you are still able to spot the other males squirming to not laugh at your compromising position. 

“You are a mongrel of a man!” 

The scratchy venom of your tone is morphed into a surprised squeak when you are let back onto your feet. Regardless, you remain trapped in Neteyam’s arms as you are wedged between him and a pa’li. 

“Don’t waste your energy, tiyawn [love]. It will be at least a few more days before we reach Omatikaya soil.” 

They are surrounding you from every side. The five other males may wear amused expressions and appear to be enraptured in conversations with one another but you are no fool. These men are under Neteyam’s jurisdiction. At the first sign of trouble they will be snapping into action. Running now will only get you dragged back and fighting against Neteyam’s hold may get you flung into a humiliating position again. 

“At least let me have my own pa’li. I know how to ride.” 

Neteyam's chest heaves with the responding laugh that awakens within him. White pearly teeth on display, his amusement rises higher. Several of the others try and fail to not join in. It heightens your blood pressure until your face is hot to the touch.

“That’s a very good try, princess.” He beams, patting your hip. 

Neteyam unfortunately is not the fool you hope for him to be. Nor the arrogant alpha that would make the mistake of believing himself capable of catching you once you’ve set off on a pa’li. You’ve been riding since you were barely able to walk. The Omatikaya may understand the concept, but they hold not near the same precision and skill that your years of training have granted you. 

It’s a fact he seems acutely aware of because he doesn’t let you saddle up first. All it would take is a few seconds for you to make the bond and leave them in the dust. Instead, he hands you off to another male as he settles himself upon the creature and only after he has made the bond himself does he have you lifted to sit in front of him. 

By the time you settle around a fire for dinner and begin setting up camp, you can feel your eye on the verge of twitching. This journey has been nothing but painful and slow. So exceedingly slow. Although every step is one step further from your home that doesn’t erase the annoyance you feel at their painstaking pace. The only thing that stops you from snapping at them to hurry up is the hope that this extra time will help you come up with some sort of escape plan. 

It’s clear that your father’s remorse is far too sluggish for you to solely rely on at this rate, so it seems it is once again up to you to meet them halfway. 

However hatching up plans is exceedingly difficult when you have an alpha sculpted against your back, his essence clouding your mind and his eyes constantly peeking down at you as if he knows every thought swirling in your head. Try as you might, there is no reasonable way to veer away from his touch while riding the pa’li, at least not one that keeps you from developing excruciating back pain. 

Trying to set your inner turmoil aside, you focus on using this time away from the Omatikaya prince to properly set your head right. However, it seems Neteyam has different plans as he settles to lounge by the fire. He thanks one of the other males for a drink he is handed before his attention lands on you. 

“Come sit, princess.” He pats the spot beside him. There may be a warm smile to accompany his words but you know that it is nothing short of a command. The steely undertone of an alpha’s call reverberates in his tone. 

It locks your spine into a ramrod straight position and your tail already tries to tuck itself the longer you wait to obey. It’s irrelevant, however. You’ve become quite adept at pushing down your omega instincts in favor of following your own logic instead. 

With a smooth stroll and a feigned innocence to your smile, you maintain eye contact while making a show of sitting next to a different male across the fire. He’s a beta and your proximity immediately has him twitching. 

Neteyam’s golden eyes take on a darker hue, but he remains where he is. You’ve challenged his authority, in front of his men no less, but somehow you escape the night unscathed from his rath. Or so you think. 

It’s hard to say whether these sleeping arrangements are usual for the Omatikaya or rather just a setup meant for traveling. Either way, it is the most bizarre thing to sleep in a roll of fabric high up in the trees. Netyam claims it’s safer to stay off the ground during eclipse in the forest. A silly point truly when it’s just as dangerous, if not more likely, to turn over in your sleep and fall to your death. 

Climbing up to the hammock is all the more painful and terrifying than riding with Neteyam. He patiently trails behind, waiting and giving unwanted direction for your climb until you have finally cocooned yourself in the fabric. Still trembling but refusing to voice any complaints that could be mocked, you take a moment to catch your breath. 

That moment is exceedingly short.

The hammock suddenly swings and you look up to find the prince lowering himself down carefully from a branch above. 

“No no, absolutely not. This is my bed. Get out.” He chuckles as you try to push and swat at his muscular thighs but it’s no use when he is settled in the fabric a few seconds later. 

“Technically it is our bed.” 

“Then I will take my chances on the ground.” Your stomach somersaults at the thought of enduring the climb down. 

Comment ignored, Neteyam coaxes you to lay down before slipping himself behind you. You’re tempted to kick when he wraps an arm around your waist but the hammock is still swinging to a point of nausea. Best not to make it any worse. 

“You’re trembling, omega.” It’s murmured against the shell of your ear. There is no need to look down in order to confirm his assertion. How do the Omatikaya sleep peacefully up in the trees like this? You’ve never considered yourself to have a fear of heights but today has you questioning that assurance all together. 

“You look like you need someone to calm you down.” The palm of his right hand runs up and down the length of your arm, as if the transferring heat there would diminish your shivering. 

“What I need is a break from your pestering.” 

“I already gave you one.” His tale tickles at the back of your knee just as his accented voice deepens. “A break that I have still not received a thank you for.” 

“I wouldn’t hold your breath waiting, my prince.” You sneer. It wasn’t his decision to have you sit away from him during dinner. It was entirely your own and he is not about to receive acknowledgment as if he had any control over what you do. 

“I hope you know what you’re playing at, princess.” 

Those are the last words he speaks of the night and consequently the same ones that leave you restless and twitching. Sleeping like this is impossible. When you’re not worried about falling to your death you become acutely aware of every point of contact between you and Neteyam. His toned chest is like a bustling fire against your back. His tail at some point wraps around knee as if it belongs there. Even his silky ebony braids tickle at your neck, almost as bad as where his face tucks itself behind your ear. 

There is no forgetting who lays behind you. Sleep seems to never come because you are constantly trying to calm your raging heart and control the pheromones that threaten to slip into the air. That would wake him up far too easily. 

His breath is heavy, heartbeat consistent and strong from where it pounds against your back. You’ve been sure for a while now that he is fast asleep. Now is the time to make your move, but frozen you remain. Eventually you look down to find that your fingers have begun tracing the veins of his forearm as an anxious tick. 

Thank Eywa he seems to not wake up from the touch. Or perhaps it is the smooth caress that has coaxed him further into sleep. Either way, you hold very little hope of not only climbing down the trees without splitting your pretty head open but also doing so unnoticed. 

Sleep comes and goes along with the hours until waiting has wound you taunt. It is only a matter of time before the sun rises again and you’ve lost the window of opportunity. So with sweaty hands and a heart threatening to come up your throat, you cautiously slide yourself out from his hold. 

By some miracle it turns out that Neteyam is the deepest sleeper you have ever met, because even as the hammock sways from your climbing out, he simply lets out a sigh and turns his head further into the fabric. 

Scaling down the tree is a test in vigilance and patience. Every smooth breath you force yourself to take is a practice in these arts. Stubbornly you refuse to look down, knowing it will only bring forth nerve ridden mistakes. So with the pace of a snail you inch further and further down the trunk. 

You just need to make it to a pa’li.

That’s it. 

So close. So very close, you tell yourself, even as you know it’s a lie.

“What are you doing?”

Your breath catches in your throat, thighs tensing as you remember to still keep hold. Your muscles relax slightly, however, when you notice that the voice holds an Omatikaya accent but it is not Neteyam’s. The beta from dinner sits up in his hammock, eyes squinting at you through the darkness. Say the wrong thing and he is bound to sound the alarm. 

“You should not be out of bed.” He sighs. 

“I must relieve myself.” Biting your bottom lip you steer your features into confident defiance. “Or am I not allowed to do that too?”

The beta lets out a sigh and a curse you do not recognize. It must be part of the Sky People’s weird language. 

“Alright, I will assist you just wait for a moment.” 

“I don’t require an audience.” 

“But you do require supervision.” 

It’s difficult to argue when you remain clinging to a tree for dear life. So when the beta helps you make it down the tree foothold by foothold, there is nothing left in you to protest. Instead, you simply shift gears. 

“Be quick.” The male says, gesturing to a secluded spot behind thick bushes.

“It takes as long as it takes.” Head held high, you walk past him and into the bushes. Luckily the sounds of nocturnal creatures are loud enough to excuse why you are so silent in the bushes. Furthermore, it’s clear that male has at least some respect for your privacy as a woman when he doesn’t question again what takes you so long.

Those advantages aside, running now would still do you no good. He has steered the two of you further away from the pa’li and running on foot will only get you lost in this entanglement of greenery. And with a beta, one native to the area nonetheless, there is no chance of getting far. 

Lucky for you, there is always one sure fire way to disable a man without violence. 

“What did you say your name is again?” 

The beta straightens when you walk past him. 

“Um, I didn’t.” He picks up into a jog to catch up with your sudden retreat. Not a foot of space is granted between you two. He has grown suspicious. 

Shifting your long glossy hair over one shoulder, you look over at him with a subtle pout. “Well I don’t see how that’s fair. You know my name but I don’t know yours.” 

The beta doesn’t immediately melt at your softened composure like most males at home do. Rather he seems to clear his throat in discomfort before muttering out, “Ke’ve”

“Hm, Ke’ve.” You repeat back, as if savoring the taste of his name on your tongue. He’s nervous. No doubt, devoted to keeping his distance from the prince’s intended. There are ways to relax him, however. “Well Ke’ve, not every male is noble enough to lend his help in the middle of the night. You must know your presence has brought me great comfort out here.” 

His eyes scrunch but he doesn’t respond, perhaps unsure of what response would be safe. 

“You see,” With a sigh, you come to a halt. “I’m not very accustomed to feeling vulnerable. We are so far from home in a place I have never been but I still do not enjoy being seen as weak. So I wouldn’t admit this to anyone else but I feel as if I can trust you when I say,” You pause for dramatic effect and will tears to your eyes. “I’m scared.”

Were it an alpha, the essence of your fear would be enough to swoop you into their arms and make an oath of protection. Ke’ve on the other hand is a beta, so his response is more subtle. Yet just as promising when his expression falters and he looks on the verge of sighing again. 

“You are safe with us.” And as sure as the sun rises in the morning, so does that inevitable flash of concern spring forth. 

“I do feel safer with you.” Just a gentle brush of your fingers against his elbow. So subtle in wake of your shining vulnerability that he doesn’t shrug it off. “I can’t tell you how much that means to me.” 

A few stray pieces of hair fall over your cheek to frame your depiction of soft spoken innocence. You are perfectly poised like a flower ready to be picked, a delicate beauty that deserves to be protected at all costs. The same disposition that has had beta men falling at your feet time and time again. 

They are always enchanted by your demeanor. So much so that when the Olo’ekytan’s daughter suddenly spins the table so she is straddling their waist and taking control, they can’t help but hand the reins over. 

“Yes well you…you don’t need to worry.” Ke’ve’s eyes don’t hold the same snare that Neteyam’s do but you can already imagine how pretty they will look rolling to the back of his head when you have his cock in your mouth. Pleasure has a way of rendering a man defenseless, therefore giving you the perfect opportunity to carry out your plans. 

With the stealth and precision of a predator stalking its prey you snake your hand up his bicep and over one broad shoulder. Consequently it has your own face inching closer to his wrist where you sensually let his pulse point rub over your throat. It will leave the trace of his scent there, igniting a primal side of him that can be molded perfectly into your designs. “How can I repay you?” You ask, batting your lashes up at him as you begin the slow descent to your knees. 

But they never hit the ground. 

Sharp pain erupts along your scalp as a hand abruptly grabs a chunk of your hair at the roots. That hold is used to veer you back onto your feet and fall back against a warm chest. “I can think of a few ways.” 

Your carefully crafted composure shatters into a hiss as you try to recover from both the shock of being caught and the unforgiving grip Neteyam has in your hair. Even more so, the tingling sensation that brutal hold sends down your spine. 

“Ow! Let go!” 

“Tell the others I will be having a little talk with my omega.” Neteyam commands, ignoring your useless struggling. “You are dismissed, Ke’ve.” The beta doesn’t need to be told twice, already scurrying to get away. 

“Now let’s get you sorted out.” Still keeping his hand tangled where you try to dislodge it, Neteyam drags you further into the mysterious forest. You note that the distance, however, is not quite far enough to completely conceal your whining from the others. 

Feet stumbling once that hold is released, you find yourself unceremoniously deposited onto a large boulder. You can spot the cliff’s edge where it drops down into a waterfall and beyond is the rolling landscape of Pandora’s forest. The glimmer of eclipse is slowly shifting into the first ray of sunshine to cast over the horizon. 

“You just had to prove me right, tiyawn.” Neteyam tutts, squatting onto his haunches so that he is at your level. 

It takes considerable effort to get your brain back online and position yourself into a pose more flattering and fit for a princess. No male has ever handled you so roughly. They wouldn’t dare. But the sting of Neteyam’s tug on your scalp leaves a strange ache behind that has your mind reeling. Trying to put your confident mask back on, you fuss with your hair to get every strand back into place. 

“And you just had to act like a barbarian.”

“Did you really believe it was that easy to sneak away from me?” 

Your throat runs dry when you meet his eyes. This wasn’t a near successful escape, it was planned. One look at his face and it’s clear that he knew exactly when you left and exactly who was assigned to deter you. 

“Can’t a woman pee in peace?” You fumble out, making your last attempt at defending your story.

“I suppose not when it ends in you practically nuzzling at another man's tewng [loincloth] like a little slut.” 

Your jaw drops before you can stop it. Eyes ablaze and tail pointed on alert, you are tempted to throw caution to the wind and slap the alpha’s pretty face. No male, in fact no Na’vi, has ever used such a vulgar term to depict you. You’ve had your share of fun among the betas in your clan, but that makes you no less glittering of a gem. And certainly not a slut. 

“No man of honor would even think of using such a term, let alone directing it at me.” When you rise up to your full height, Neteyam stands in suit. “Is this why you asked for my hand? Any normal prince, especially the son of Toruk Makto, should have half the women in the clan begging to mate with him. But maybe even they could not see past your arrogant disrespectful bravado, so you had to travel to another clan entirely to find an unknowing prospect.” 

“Is that your theory?” Tone deceptively calm, the deep drag of his voice washes over you like silk. 

“You may think that you’ve conquered and can now return home with a pep in your step but no matter what you do, there will always be one truth that will haunt you.” 

You gulp down the lump in your throat when one of his long strides closes the distance between you. Regardless, you refuse to retreat. 

“And what truth is that, princess?”

Your wild eyes shoot to pierce through him. 

“That you chose wrong.” You let that statement hang in the air for a beat, hoping it will press down on him in the silence. However it is disappointment that lays a hold on you when his unreadable expression remains in place. 

“Is that so?”

He’s close enough to nearly feel the beat of his heart. 

“It may be your experience that omegas in your presence bow in submission and shudder beneath that charming grin, but I am not one of them. I am not subject to swooning for or baring my neck to any alpha. I am too independent for your tastes.” 

His chest vibrates with a deep chuckle, one that ironically holds no jovial warmth to it. Instead, paired with the sinful curve of his lips, it wraps thick tendrils around you that act as the calm before the storm. 

“You’re not independent, princess. You’re a spoiled brat.” 

He’s undeterred by your scoff or bat of your hands when he forcefully grasps your chin between two fingers. 

“When my father finds out what kind of man you-”

“Your father has done you a great disservice.” Two steps forward and Neteyam has successfully backed you up against the cool stone. “He has given you everything you’ve asked for, let you go entirely unchecked. We can place part of the blame on him for turning you into a spoiled little thing that thinks it only takes a bat of her lashes to get what she wants.” 

When your lips part to sneer a nasty comment at him, Neteyam swiftly presses his thumb over them. 

“It’s because of this spoiled attitude that you have not properly learned the pleasure of submitting to your nature.” He’s not trying to hide the shadow of his scent over you now, it circles you into a clouded dome. Leaning his head down, his lips just barely whisper against your own that are still trapped beneath his thumb. “You don’t understand the ecstasy of being tamed.” 

A warmth pools at the pit of your stomach. You recognize that feeling and what it means. Putting your desire to win this argument aside, it’s clear that now is the time to bow out before this escalates too far. 

“Get off.” At first it’s just a whisper. Then when Neteyam’s body remains curled over yours, rock hard and unmoving, your voice rises. “I said get off! You egotistical pervert!” Your cries don’t stop and neither does the useless rain of your fists against his chest. 

But then he is snatching your wrists and hooking a hand beneath your thigh to slide you up onto the rock. The stone is cold against your exposed back and ass, your tail becoming trapped beneath your own weight. Neteyam crushes all hope of sitting back up when he cages your smaller form with his own bulking frame. 

“Always have to make it difficult, don’t you, tiyawn?”

You fight the urge to squeeze the muscles beneath your captured hands when they land on his chest to push him away. 

“Maybe it wouldn’t be so difficult if you just got off of my ass for once.” 

“Oh but princess that is exactly where I want to be.” That devilish grin is accented by a ray of sunlight painting his features. 

Without an inch of personal space it becomes aggravatingly obvious how gorgeous the man above you is. Neteyam is the perfect contrast of broad shoulders and a slim waist shown off by his beautiful woven battle band. His immaculate braids swing down across his cheeks and collarbones to frame his intense eyes, sharp jawline, and lips that were simply made to do sinful things. 

 Your reflection is cut short when a band begins to wrap around your wrists. Squirm as you might, Neteyam holds no sympathy for your protests as he expertly ties the appendages together. Empty threats. Cries for help. None of them make an ounce of difference. 

“Scream as much as you want if you’re that eager to give the others a show.” 

That shuts you up in an instant. It confirms your earlier observation of proximity and immediately has you playing back the conversation to guess how much of it that other males have already heard. 

“You’re a monster.” 

“Hm, and all yours, princess.” A wicked grin across his lips, Neteyam secures your bound wrists to a low branch over the rock. You’re left stretched out and trapped laying across the boulder beneath him. 

That cocky expression blanches its color once he draws his nose along your neck. The exact spot you had tricked Ke’ve to scent you. Your heart hammers on its own accord when Neteyam’s wicked smile drops. Mere seconds ago nothing had seemed more appealing than ripping apart the alpha with the lash of your tongue, but now something in you warns to stay still. To stay quiet. 

“I was going to wait until we reached Vitraya Ramunong [tree of souls], in light of tradition.” His breath is hot against your neck, a heat that travels like lava down to your very core. “But it seems my little brat can’t wait that long.” 

His teeth sink in without warning. It takes a moment for the shock to fizzle out and allow you to feel the pain. Neteyam’s teeth bite and capture the soft flesh there without mercy before his lips suck a dark spot directly over where Ke’ve’s scent used to be. 

Your spine arches, hips already bucking without your consent. The only response to your screams and squirming is Neteyam’s own hips pressing you back against the stone. He is ravenous. Biting, sucking, and licking at that one spot until the area has become desensitized to his ministrations. 

Your body has spiked from zero to one hundred in a matter of seconds. Your head reels with the whiplash of having the male reprimand you one moment and the next sinking his teeth into a mark terrifyingly close to your mating gland. 

“Better.” Neteyam finally murmurs against your neck. He seals the mark with a deceptively tender kiss as you are left short circuiting. Your instincts flare, that primal part of your nature climbing out from under the rock you’ve kept it trapped beneath. 

“Are…are you insane? Biting that close-” 

“I won’t mark you there tonight, tiyawn. Want to be able to feel you through the bond when that happens.” A curved knuckle runs down your kuru, making your toes curl. “Once we are under the spirit tree together. There are still some traditions I’d like to keep.” He says with a grin that you could almost associate with a charming gentleman, not the same male that just savagely ravaged your throat like a predator of the night. 

“But we will need to find a way to get you to behave until then.” You can’t mirror the ease he feels as he speaks. It becomes clear now how dire your circumstances are. You had thought Neteyam wouldn’t dare to put a hand on you without permission but now he has proven to be more than willing to not only touch but leave marks behind. There is no telling where he draws the line. 

And you’re scared, just as you should be, but there is something else far more terrifying that plumps into your bloodstream. A dangerous intrigue that borders excitement. 

“How do you suggest we do that, princess?” 

No matter how hard you try, no humble response willingly bubbles to your lips. Neteyam is still an asshole, gorgeous or not. Alluring or not. No matter how tempting he may be, that doesn’t mean it’s worth exploring the mysterious punishment he has up his sleeve. And you…well you’re still pissed. 

“My behavior is nothing in comparison to yours. You-”

A hand comes down on the side of your ass hard enough to have you choking on those words. 

“You hit me!” Neteyam simply tilts his head at your accusation. 

“Good observation, tiyawn.” Not a hint of apology present. This man is not remorseful, he is proud. “If you keep running your mouth like that I will be forced to do it again. Knowing you, it won’t take long for me to tan that ass red.” 

Your father never spanked you as a child. It would break his heart to see his little girl cry the tears it would inevitably provoke. And with your dating experience exclusively being betas, no man has ever tried to right that wrong. Thinking of riding on a pa’li with a red ass now has fear jumbling threats past your lips haphazardly. 

“I swear on my-”

His right hand clamps over your mouth. The pressure is hard enough to have you whining beneath his skin. 

“That’s enough from you for now.” 

There is nothing left for you to do but watch. Body rendered immobile and now your last weapon at your disposal silenced, you are at the utter mercy of the prince. A mercy that does not appear to be afforded any time soon as his other hand trails down to start undoing the knots of your top. 

It shouldn’t be as scary as it is, watching string be string get unlooped as your crystal top begins to fall slack. However, this particular intimacy is one you are not accustomed to. 

It had started out as just a silly game you had played when you first started dating. Men were often foaming at the mouth to get a proper glimpse of your subtle breasts. It had been an immediate source of amusement as you’d seen how far they were willing to go for only a chance. And even more rewarding when you noticed how easy it was to never follow through with satisfying this desire. 

So it continued. It became somewhat common knowledge among your lovers, and any future interested prospects that you keep that part of yourself private. However, you hadn’t meant for it to go on as long as it did. Eventually you would cave to a worthy beta and watch him go feral, but that was before you discovered simply how sensitive your nipples are. It only took a few times of playing with yourself, brought on by your interest in nipple piercings, for you to see how vulnerable that area of you is. 

And now it is ironically Neteyam that uncovers that part of you.

He can sense the shift of your scent the moment it happens. With every tug on the feeble strings your essence takes on a darker hue. Pleasure and pain. Arousal and fear. These combinations are ones you have not been properly exposed to. Perhaps were it not for him, you would never have been humble enough to try them. 

The last undone tie allows the strung crystals to slide over the curve of your chest before dropping to the floor. What pretty little things you adorn yourself with, yet they do very little to protect you. Because it’s clear to him that in your eyes, protection is never needed. You can not fathom how much you have truly gotten away with.

Prancing around in your little outfits. Torturing men with what they want but can’t truly possess. Expecting the world to shift whatever way you desire with the wave of your hand. It’s laughable how you never imagined to face the consequences of such actions. 

You’re a haughty little thing just waiting to be put in your place. 

“My brat.” Neteyam smirks, leaning down to place a kiss at the slope between your breasts. Goosebumps ripple over your beautiful azure skin. It’s a visceral reaction to the smallest of his touches and it drives him near insanity. How perfect this pretty body of yours will be as a canvas for his marks. A vessel for his heir. 

Fuck, you are beautiful. 

Perhaps he can’t entirely blame you for being so arrogant. Your beauty is enough to hold a man captive with just a simple glance. And you’ve taken advantage of that far too many times. 

He allows himself to fall captive to it now. Unlike the others, he won’t need to starve after you once you’ve decided you’re done playing with him like a toy. No, you will be bound to him. You will belong to him completely. 

“So pretty.” He coos, his lips just barely painting over your right breast. When his bottom lip hover over your nipple he watches in awe as it hardens. “But you already know that, don’t you?” 

You’ve gone silent, but he can feel the stutter of your breath beneath his hand. It would be unfair to neglect the other side, so Neteyam takes his time showing your left breast the same gentle attention that has your other nipple following in suit. He’s heard of your reluctance to reveal such pretty breasts to your lovers, but he never imagined it would be due to such sensitivity. 

It’s like watching a flower bloom for him. The way you squirm and whine at even the drag of his eyes over your delectable form. Neteyam lets his hand slip from your mouth, no longer willing to explore only with his lips. 

His fingertips start a trail down by your navel and ascend up over your stomach and towards your chest at a slow pace. When he finally reaches to gently palm at your right breasts he feels your heartbeat pounding like a drum under his fingers. So many nights he has dreamed of touching you like this, rendering you utterly speechless before he has even started. Now as your lips part and breath becomes labored from his simple touches, there is no sight more delightful. 

You are perfect. You have an attitude that is in major need of fixing but even that is simply a beautiful challenge Eywa has created for him. The way you fit in his hands, gently massaging that supple flesh, it’s clear She crafted your body specifically for him too. 

The sun has finally breached the line of the horizon and now it sparkles along your chest in a dazzling show. The white crystals woven in your hair remind him of the halos worn by the angels his father has described. 

He applies more pressure with his right hand until the plump flesh is spilling between his fingers, giving him the perfect presentation for his salivating mouth. What starts out as an open mouthed kiss a few inches above your nipple quickly turns into sucking that flesh into his mouth until you are writhing. He groans at the sounds you make and when he pulls back to see the purple mark rising along your skin, the sight is enough to have him on the brink of purring in elation. 

Neteyam bends forward and starts crafting his brand on the other side so they are a matching set. This time he takes care in placing it further below your left nipple, at the crease where your stomach meets your chest. It will be difficult for you to find a top able to cover up this claim wrought by his teeth, a purposeful decision on his part. 

“Tey…mmm… teyam wait!” 

He grins at the cute nickname you’ve already coined for him, but that only buys you a few seconds before he is finally puckering his lips around one of your stiff points. The reaction is instantaneous, spine curving and a screech barreling up your throat. He doesn’t start off sucking too hard, instead just enjoys the way you feel in his mouth. Eventually, though, the whines you make are too decadent for him to resist making them ring louder. So he sucks harder at the little point and groans around the sensitive area so that it has vibrations shooting through you. 

“Finally being so good to me, tiyawn, aren’t you?” He says, taking a moment to release your nipple with an audible pop. “Laying yourself out for me to enjoy. I knew you could be a good girl.” 

You haven’t come to earn this praise yet, but it’s important to leave an alluring snippet that exhibits what could come if you only behave. As much as you may want to fight it, your nature won’t let you escape how good such praise feels. You are a stubborn woman but your body wants to submit to him. There is a part of you, no matter how deep you’ve buried it, that yearns to please your alpha. 

He snaps you back into the moment by softly closing his teeth around your left nipple. It takes a hand against your stomach to stop you from rolling onto your side and away from his soft torment. 

“It’s too sensitive! Stop!” Your pouted lips beg but your strengthening perfume gives your arousal away. Just as he figured, you’ve yet to experience how beautifully pleasure and pain intertwine. He rolls that bud sensually between his teeth before carefully giving it a tug. 

He alternates between tormenting your nipples and savoring the plush curve of your breasts with his hands and mouth. The skin is soft beneath his calloused palms. It has him wondering how it would feel to have that velvety skin squished around his cock and as he fucks your breasts. Neteyam swallows back the pooling saliva on his tongue, a string of it still connecting his lips to where he laid his last mark on your tits. It’s almost tempting enough to forgo his plans altogether and sate his lust driven curiosity, but Neteyam shakes it away.

The two of you will have plenty of time to experiment later. 

“Teyam, please no more. It’s too much!” Your pleas have died down in volume. Now they are coated with your labored breath as you try to control the pounding of your heart. 

“Too much, princess?” He questions and guides his hand down south to rest over your loincloth. “Or not enough?” When he cups your pussy through the fabric you roll up against him and chase whatever friction he is willing to give.  

It’s not nearly enough, he can tell from your disappointed expression when he pulls away entirely. Pupils blown wide and chest heaving to catch your breath, you remain silent as he reaches for the pouch attached to his tewng. 

Neteyam pulls out a line of woven crystals, much like the ones you wear in your hair but these were foraged from the caves near his home. There are fastens on either end of the chain that took far too much time for him to craft. 

“Is that for me?” Naturally you ask, that pretty face already showing how quick you are to forget what he was doing to you mere seconds ago once a shiny gift is presented. Neteyam fights the curve of his lips and keeps his every from rolling. Always so predictable.

“Just for you, princess.”

He had crafted it after his last visit to your village. Far before the Olangi clan thought the threat of Sky People was great enough to require protection but him and his father had been there to spread the news regardless. He knew before you even spoke that you thought the world was at your feet. Even the way you walked, spoke of a spoiled elegance. And when he had tried to sate his curiosity towards you with a conversation you were nothing but rude and spiteful towards him.

He knew then that you were going to be his, one or another. 

And so he started foraging for the crystals that first night back. 

“So pretty,” you murmur, voice airy. Those golden eyes narrow as you squint to look at it. Despite your current position and already wrecked voice, a sneaky little smirk forms over your lips. “But you miscounted. My hair is much longer than that.”

He lets you have your moment, watches as you grin up at him as if you have finally landed a critical blow. All for that to sizzle out when he bends down to whisper in your ear. 

“Who said anything about your hair?” 

The confused scrunch of your features doesn’t last long when he begins running the cool metal of the clamps up and down your right nipple. Nipple clamps are not a traditional erotic tool for the Na’vi so he’s certain you don’t believe your first instinct as to where that is going until he starts to pinch the right one to prepare it. 

“Neteyam, no! Get that away-” He clasps his other hand over your mouth again. Always the demands with you. Sooner than later you will learn that begging gets you a lot further with him. It’s a little trickier to prepare with only one hand available but Neteyam manages. 

The alpha plants a knee across your pelvis to keep you place while his right hand tugs at your nipples to confirm they are pointed enough to clamp onto. When the first clamp goes on your right nipple, your screeching goes up an octave. You know what to expect better when the left one is attached but that doesn’t diminish your reaction. 

Lovely little drama queen you are, the fit that follows is inevitable. He’s tested the clamps and consulted with several Sky People before deciding to use them on you so he knows there isn’t any real damage being done. Still, you are going to squirm and screech and, were it not for his hand, probably shout every insult you can think of at him, because you have never been punished like this. And your tantrums are what has worked for you in the past. 

He lets you fight it out as he holds you down. Neteyam doesn’t mind as it gives him time to admire his handy work. The chain of crystal connecting the clamps hang exquisitely between your curves. Those stiff points have turned a new shade of purple as they peek out between the clamp’s teeth. 

“Enough.” Neteyam finally quips back, tugging at the chain. A mix between a moan and groan rumbles from your throat. Once his hand has retreated he can hear the sound properly. Keeping his pointer finger curled around the crystal chain, the prince raises a warning brow at you. “Are you done throwing your fit?”

He watches your pupils dilate and lips curl into a pout.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you like my gift?” 

“It hurts.” You whimper with a quivering bottom lip. It’s difficult to say how genuine the reaction is considering what a good little actress you are. 

He nods his head, mocking your pout with a feigned one upon his own lips. That only whips your stare into pointed daggers. 

“It’s supposed to, tiyawn. That’s why it is called punishment.” He kisses right above your left clamped nipple. “A term you may become very familiar with if you don’t fix your attitude.” 

Pulling back from where you glare, Neteyam settles himself beside you on his side. His left arm props against the rock to casually support his head while the right drags down your torso. The alpha’s ears perks at the little hiss you release when he just barely brushes the chain but he continues down south. 

Another time when the moon is still out he will kiss every little tanhi that dots your precious body until you cry for more. For now, he is only focused on one location. 

Neteyam can sense the heat of your core the second his fingertips slip beneath your loincloth’s waistband. You are soft and wet, just like he had imagined so many times. Flared nostrils greedily inhale your scent as he pauses to cup your entire pussy. Much like before, you can’t help but react to his touch. With a little more pressure in his firm hold, a trickle of wetness drops onto his palm. 

Fuck, you are inescapable!

You may believe he is to blame for this arrangement but the truth is you are the one that has trapped him since the moment he caught a whiff of your essence. It is him that has been utterly destroyed by his constant thoughts of you. 

“But I know that isn’t all there is to it, is there?” He continues, softly kissing your shoulder. “It’s not just pain you feel. There’s something else.” 

Your poor bottom lip has been utterly abused by your sharp teeth. Whatever sacrifice it takes for you to keep from admitting the truth to him. He discards your tewng with one hand. 

“A unique sense of-” He spreads your folds to suddenly massage your peeking clit with his pointer finger, stealing a gasp from you. “Pleasure.” Neteyam finishes with a grin. 

You turn to putty in his hands. The tension riddled along your muscles unravel as he rubs circles along your clit with just the right amount of pressure. When he clasps the chain between his teeth and tugs your eyes fly open, taking in your surroundings as if the pleasure has made you forget where you are entirely. 

“Can’t space out on me yet, princess. We still have more to discuss.” 

Talking appears to be the last thing on your mind, hips already rolling to hump against his hand. So close to the edge already that it causes a burst of pride to warm in his chest. Warm thighs bracket his hand as if afraid it will pull away at any moment. Smiling softly at the display, Neteyam smoothly covers your upper body with his own, nose to nose in a matter of seconds. 

There is nowhere for you to hide now, every microreaction bared for him. Those vibrant eyes remain locked on his own, but he catches the way they occasionally dart to his lips before returning. 

He doesn’t need to be told twice. 

Your lips against his are like decadent chocolate, the swirl of his tongue around your own is another burst of flavor he simply can not get enough of. And so the prince swirls the kiss into a languid roll of passion that leaves your lips ruby red and breaths coming out in puffs once he pulls away. 

His hand is drenched in your juices. So much so that when he switches to his thumb rubbing your clit and pointer finger tapping at your entrance, those soaking walls capture him at the first sign of intrusion. Your tight heat sucks in the first digit, pulsing around him greedily as your eyes roll back. 

Another tug to the chain and he has your attention again. 

“Let’s start with an easy question, tiyawn.” He starts. “What were you going to do to Ke’ve?”

Smart little thing that you are, or perhaps manipulative is a more accurate term, you act as if the pleasure has completely swept you away from understanding him. Beautiful little whimpers rumble in your throat and a look of pure lust crosses over your deceivingly innocent features. 

Neteyam isn’t willing to wait to see how you act your way out of this. 

His finger stops curling and thumb halts before his other hand pushes your thigh upward so that he can land a crackling spank to your ass. 

“Princess,” Neteyam drawls out in a mocking sing-song voice. “I’m running out of patience.”

The charade drops but your body trembles from the sudden lack of stimulation. 

“I was going to distract him.” It’s spoken so softly that his ears twitch and strain to make sure he hears you correctly. The finger inside of you restarts, curling up against your g spot while his thumb torments that bundle of nerves from the other side. 

“That’s a nice way of putting it.” He slots his face against the slope of your throat. The fragrance that is so uniquely you is especially strong here so there is no stopping the way his tongue naturally flicks out to draw a wet line from your collarbones to jaw. “Let me be more specific. How were you going to distract him?”

The context clues were clearly enough to put two and two together, but he still demands that you say it out loud. The first step to developing remorse is acknowledging what was done. 

When you take your time thinking up a strategic answer he cruelly pulls his finger out and jams a second one back with it on the thrust. Your toes curl and your face is turned to bury in your hair. 

“Princess.” 

No response, just a small whine as he scissor his long digits to stretch those velvet walls. 

“Were you going to suck his cock?” 

Your silence is rewarded with his hand stilling. The disappointment has your lips parting to no doubt say something far outside of a good girl’s vocabulary, but one raised brow has you falter in that decision. 

He twirls the middle of the chain around one finger so it is shortened and with each word he tugs it back sharply. 

“Were. You. Going. To. Suck. His. Cock.” 

“Ah mm Yes!” You gasp, eyes squeezed shut but pussy wildly pulsing around his fingers. 

“That’s what I thought.” He revels in the naive relief you exhibit when he begins his ministrations between your thighs again. How cute of you to think that a little truth would forgive your earlier sins. 

Neteyam prowls down your body, savoring the slide of your skin against his own until he is settled between your thighs that are now pushed over his shoulders and he has an unobstructed view of your greedy cunt. While diligently pushing you closer to an orgasm, the alpha takes special care to decide where his next visual claim will be laid. He decides on two spots. 

The first one is atop your upper thigh where it will be in clear view of anyone you come across and the second is harshly sucked into the sensitive flesh of your left inner thigh. 

“You will never walk upon Omatikay soil without my marks.” 

You don’t appear to hear him.

“Oh mm Neteyam…feels so good.” 

It might just be the first good thing you’ve said all day and his inner alpha purrs in deep satisfaction. Unfortunately for you, punishment comes before rewards. 

Retracting his hand entirely, Neteyam swipes the remnants of your sticky arousal over your inner thighs, painting his beautiful canvas. There is no time to complain at the loss before he is running the flat of his tongue from your convulsing pussy up over your clit and even navel. 

That wet muscle dances along and between your folds in practiced precision. Your essence tantalizes his very tastebuds until he is producing so much saliva that it is difficult to say how much of the wet mess at your apex is made from him versus you. He supposes in some ways he is responsible for both. 

The prince’s lips shine with the evidence when he pulls back to speak. 

“Do good girls do that?”

“Huh…what?” 

“Do good girls try to suck cocks that are not their alpha’s?” He reiterates, weaving a firm steel into his voice. 

“I…uh…no,” Comes your timid response. 

Those thick lashes flutter when he returns to feasting on your delicious cunt. It only lasts for a second, however, before he is speaking against the soft skin of your thighs. 

“That’s right, tiyawn. Good omegas know who they belong to.”

Your body jolts as if stung by lightning when his thumb rubs at your sensitive nub again. He can see it in your face now. His omega is just barely tipping on the edge of release. 

“So what do you think you should do about it?”

Breath borderline erratic the muscles in your legs tense in anticipation of that wonderful release. The same one that he roughly rips away when you don’t respond, not daring to even breath across your cunt. 

“No no please! I’m so close! Just a little longer. I wanna come!” 

“What do you think you should do about it?” Neteyam repeats, tampering down the smirk that threatens to cross his lips when he sees the way you whine and tugs at your bonds. 

“For…for what?” You’re so genuinely confused he has to hold back a coo at how adorable you look. 

“What do you think you should do to make up for trying to suck his cock?”

That little head of yours is working overtime to craft an intelligent response. It becomes all that much harder when he starts playing with your clit again, keeping you tantalizingly close to the edge but never over. 

“I…I could…I..”

“Yes?” Neteyam considers himself very patient but he is forced to halt his touch when you take too long to respond and get far too close to coming. 

“No wait! Why did you stop?” Your foot stomps against the rock like the spoiled brat that you are, so utterly confused and crestfallen at being denied for the first time. Has any male ever even tried to edge you? If your response is anything to go off of, it’s clear that he will be the first to teach you the joys of orgasm denial too. 

“Answer my question, oeyӓ tiyawn [my love].” 

Frustrated tears run from the corner of your eyes and this time Neteyam is positive they are genuine. Your little pout is broken by sharp teeth torturing your bottom lip again while you try to get a hold of yourself to respond properly. 

“I…I could suck your cock.” It comes out almost as a question but the prince is eager to take it. 

“There you go.” He hoists himself up to deposit a kiss on your lips before shrinking back down and continuing a very special kiss between your legs. Your pretty thighs immediately clamp around his head, shaking so hard he can feel the vibrations. As much as he wants to taste your release properly he can’t pass up the opportunity to see your face for the first time as you come.

So the alpha escapes the cage of your thighs and replaces his tongue with skilled fingers the fuck up into your pussy and play with that precious bundle of nerves. He kisses his way up your body, this time being mindful of the crystal chain, until he is nuzzling against your cheek. The woodsy essence of his own scent will integrate there, letting everyone know that you have been claimed. 

“Such a smart girl my omega is. So good for her alpha.” 

That is your undoing. Like a woven tapestry he watches you unravel into an explosion of pure ecstasy. All of this time you’ve denied yourself the wondrous caress of an alpha’s praise. It’s left you with no defenses once finally showered with his sweet words. Neteyam groans deeply beneath your whiny scream, savoring the way his hand is now properly drenched as he rides you through the orgasm. 

You don’t register when Neteyam pulls away. In fact your head is so high above the clouds that it’s only when your hands drop like a dead weight against the boulder that you realize Neteyam has cut your bonds. 

It feels as if the world is a hazy blur of color, everything so vibrant and wondrous as you come down from that high. Even the simple kisses Neteyam gives to each of your wrists feels like drinking sunshine. In fact it is so incredible that you instantly crave more. 

More of him. 

More of this electric pleasure.

Anything and everything that has brought you into such a happy state. 

However, when the prince comes to carefully help you off the boulder and back onto your feet, it’s suddenly clear what it will take to get another taste of cloud nine. And in this case, that means tasting him. 

Neteyam hardly needs to prompt you onto your knees. Whatever is brewing inside of you is now your new addiction and somehow being at eye level with his crotch has never seemed more appealing. Your alpha wants you to atone for your sins, perhaps then he will grant you another orgasm. Well if taking him down your throat is redemption then you are going to be good at this game. 

Past experience is the foundation of your confidence. 

Hands still shaking with aftershock, they fumble to get a hold of his tewng. You’re about to catch hold of the waistband and simply rip the fabric down when strong hands catch your wrists. You look up at him in bewilderment. What type of man stops a woman on her knees second before he is about to get his dick sucked?

“We’re not going to do this your way, princess. If you want to make it up to me then you will learn to follow my instructions.” 

In some ways it’s borderline insulting. What is wrong with the way you suck a male off? No man has ever complained. And if they did, how would Neteyam even know? He’s never experienced nor witnessed what you do. But of course as an alpha he must believe he knows best. 

Typical.

Those thoughts don’t bubble into words, however, because as much as you would like to prove how fucking fantastic you are all on your own, you don’t want it more than another orgasm. Preferably by the means of his skilled tongue.

When he drops your wrists you shift uncomfortably, both impatience and the tight press of the clamps around your nipples creates the undeniable need to squirm. All while Neteyam simply watches you from above, perfectly calm and entertained by your position. 

That is until you go to shift the clamps and your wrists are immediately snagged again. 

“Did I say you could touch that?” He asks, that smooth voice taking on a smoky edge. Just when you are about to pout, however, Neteyam pulls your hands to place them along his upper thighs. You don’t need to be told twice. Running your hands along the smooth skin and squeezing the corded muscle there is a nice enough distraction to silence your objections. 

That is, until a new distraction presents itself. 

His long fingers carefully start to undo the ties of his tewng. Done at such a leisured pace it’s obvious he is determined to torture you, even pausing at one point to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear before finally lets the cloth fall away. 

Excitement quickly mingles with apprehension when you see what you are faced with. 

Beta males have always satisfied you with their size, just enough to make you choke a little and hit that special spot inside of you. However, you’ve forgotten entirely what it means to be with an alpha. Neteyam’s cock curves up against his lower abs, fully hard and already sporting a drop of precum. But even the thought of fitting your mouth around that bulbous head, let alone trying to get the massive length down your throat makes your ears begin to twitch. 

All confidence quickly drains from your face. 

“Are you ready to listen now?” 

Finally peeling your gaze away from his twitching cock, you look up at him to see him staring down at you with the same intensity. 

“Yes.” You whisper, suddenly grateful for promised instruction now that you’ve been properly thrown for a loop. Perhaps you should have branched out to fucking with alphas at least once, just to know the difference properly. Because now you feel like a proper virgin waiting for their first lesson on giving a blow job. 

Surprisingly there is one feeling that rises higher than your trepidation.

Curiosity. 

Somehow the challenge before you sparks a further interest. A need to map out every part of his body until it has become less mysterious. Until it feels familiar beneath your hands.

And as if Neteyam can read your thoughts, he says, “You can explore now, tiyawn. Take your time.” 

Take your time. Not the direction you would expect from a male whose cock is fully hard and jerking against his lower stomach. You had thought all alphas to be forceful, wanting to claim and fuck in a quick and dirty fashion. But Neteyam stays true to his word when your hands slowly travel up his thighs. 

You are given more than enough time to familiarize yourself with the area. You start small, running the pads of your fingers down his muscular abdomen to feel each and every muscle there. Then once a little bit of confidence has been regained they come to rest around his base. 

The dark blue shade of his skin elegantly bleeds into a beautiful purple the closer to the tip it goes. All to then end on a subdued shade of pink along his head and balls. Even without the moonlight you can make out the small tanhi that dot along his skin. They lead along the side, creating a trail beside the thick vein lacing the underside of this cock before fanning out around the tip. As if they were perfectly crafted to entice your eyes towards the prize. 

Neteyam’s tail lashes the first time you run your fingers over him. His arousal is an essence that infiltrates the very air around you like a thick cloud. Surely he must be anxious for you to hurry up, but the prince keeps his body strictly in place for your exploration. 

It is only when he catches your tongue swiping over your bottom lip that he speaks up. 

“You can use your tongue, tiyawn.” With an inaudible gasp you pull back in surprise, practically forgetting he was there. An amused grin shows off his pearly white teeth, never faltering as you hesitate for a moment. “Are you feeling shy, princess?” 

“No.” You bite back even as your stomach does a somersault. 

“Remember, I will guide you. No need to stress.” His fingers run through your scalp and in spite of how good that feels you rear back and glare at him. 

You don’t need help. And you sure as hell are not shy. So what if you are a little caught off guard? That does not give him the right to treat you like an omega virgin ripe for the picking. 

So you draw forward and boldly draw the flat of your tongue slowly from the base to tip. Much like he had done between your own thighs. Because much like him, you are not afraid and you are not one to hand the reins over easily. 

What you do not anticipate is how the taste of him blossoms over your tastebuds. It sends a thrill through you that is difficult to conceal as you go in for another taste. It gets sloppy very quickly. The moment you try to take the head into your mouth, your nerves get the better of you and that ends up making you draw back. 

Just in time as Neteyam slots a hand in your dark locks and grabs hold of the roots. “Why are you rushing, omega?” 

“I am not.” 

“Follow my directions. No need to prove yourself.” He says, but he already wears a crooked smirk. 

It continues like this back and forth until you are finally tired of having your head yanked back by your hair so you wait for his instructions. Neteyam is meticulous in the way he has you explore, the way he forces you to taste him before even giving you the chance to take him into your mouth. 

But when you do finally take in the first few inches your inner omega springs forth without reserve. You feel every ridge and vein of his cock as they slip past your outstretched lips. And that stretch, that utterly deniable feeling of being stretched full, is what has you drawing in for more. 

Before now being on your knees has always felt like a place of power. You’ve riddle men down to whimpering messes just by the skilled trace of your tongue. You’ve swallowed everything they’ve had to give while they’ve sung curses to the sky. It is them that is rendered entirely insatiable as you hold their pleasure in the palm of your hand. 

It doesn’t feel that way now. 

It’s hard to determine what he awakens within you but every time you are pulled off of his cock and told to take a moment to breathe, it is you that feels insatiable. You figured it would get better once Neteyam fell deep enough into his own ecstasy but somehow the evidence of his pleasure only escalates your own addiction. You can never get enough of him. 

Never will you tire of seeing his magnificent neck on display when he throws his head back with a rumbled groan. Never will you suck down the taste of him enough to satisfy your carnal desires. And never will there be a more magnificent feeling than the wash of his praise over you as your throat contracts and you gags around him. 

It is him that leaves you ravenous. 

“All the way down now, princess. That’s it, you can take it.” 

You’d take just about anything this man says at gospel at this point. A fact that is evident by the way you no longer hesitate to sheath him down your throat when commanded. And when those sinfully gorgeous hips start to move, you fight every need for breath and simply let him fuck your throat without complaint. 

In fact it is you that complains when you are given a chance to breathe, tears streaking down your face and drool coating your chin. 

“No whining.” Neteyam tsks, wagging a finger playfully. It would normally piss you off but now it only registers as the absence of praise. So when he continues to the pattern, moaning and bucking his hips only to pull off seconds later, you bite back the urge to cry and beg for his cum. “Just get me wet, princess. Tongue out. There you go.” 

It makes no sense, but then again that seems to be the theme when it comes to Neteyam. He demands you suck him off only to deny you the pleasure of feeling him shoot down your throat. Your pretty face is nothing but a mess of tears and spit when he finally rears you back for the last time. For a moment it seems possible he will jerk himself off and finish across your face or pinched nipples but his next direction has your tail tucking. 

“There’s my good girl. Now stand up for me.” 

“Neteyam.” You whine but he is quick to grab hold of that crystal chain and force you to your feet as your nipples ache. 

“Are you still wet for me, omega? Spread your legs.” He slides a hand between your thighs to inspect the evidence of just how aroused you truly are. “Very good girl.” He grins against your ear, as if he didn’t already know how desperate he has made you. 

It’s only a second of attention to your clit before he is taking your hand and dragging you through the forest. 

Neteyam has always been known for being meticulous. Or in Lo’ak’s words, obsessive. He has lived his life with a plan and great attention to detail. So when he has you following him, your hand in his own, he can’t help but look for the perfect spot to take you. The ideal place where he can admire you spread out for him and finally experience what it is to be inside of that sweet little body. 

He’s pleased to find you put up no fuss when he coerces you onto your stomach with your face down and ass up. In fact, your spine curves as you look back at him, a seductive gleam in your eyes that says you are still not above playing games to get what you want. 

“M’ready.” You sigh against the grass, tail curling upwards to give him access. It may as well be the equivalent of snapping your fingers in a fetching command. Regardless, Neteyam decides to let you off this time, especially when you are creating the most gorgeous display for him. 

Your pussy clenches around open air, your cunt an absolute mess that has dripped down between your thighs. There is no mistaking what you want. 

But that doesn’t mean that is what you’re going to get. 

You don’t immediately react when he uses both hands to knead and spread your plump cheeks apart, but when he begins to push a finger at your tightest hole, you squeak and draw back. With a stern hand gripping your hip he pulls you back against him where he kneels. Tentatively you trust him once more only to squirm when he only sticks his fingers into your pussy in order to collect your slick arousal and spread it between your cheeks. 

“Neteyam!”

“Mawey, princess. You’ll like it, I promise.” And you will, despite your better judgment. 

“No, not there!” Were it not for the hazy glow he has you in now you surely would claw his eyes out for even suggesting such a thing but with his thumb reaching down to rub at your sensitive clit, your defenses are greatly weakened. 

“And why not, tiyawn?”

“I want you to fuck me.” You drawl with a whine. 

“And I am.” Neteyam slinks up so his chest is pressed against your back, pushing away your hair so he can whisper in your ear. “I am going to fuck my spoiled brat until the only words she can manage to utter are thank you and my name.”

You sputter at his sensual words, pussy trying to clamp around the finger that swirls through your juices. 

“But that’s…t-that’s not what I mean.” 

“Are you nervous, tiyawn?”

“N-no.”

“No male has ever tried to stretch this little hole before, have they?” 

You simply attempt to tuck your face away from him as it turns a lovely shade of red. Neteyam grins and kisses your cheek. 

“I am going to take every first you have left, princess. I will fuck all of your holes over and over again, including this naughty little hole.” A shudder ripples through your trapped frame. “Your greedy pussy too but the first time I do that we will bonded beneath Vitraya Ramunong so until then…” He grips your hip to keep you in place when his lubed finger finally starts pushing past that clenching rim.

“Breathe oeyӓ tiyawn.” He hushes your whines. It takes considerable effort to coax you into relaxing for him but Neteyam finds that the right amount of praise and gentle kisses seems to get the job done. 

Fuck, you are so incredibly tight! It feels as if you are trying to cut off the circulation in his fingers as he adds another. His heart races at those pulsing walls around his cock. You do nothing to aid his patience as little pants filtering from your lips and soon your eyes are fluttering closed. 

You won’t want to admit it, but this new pleasure has you entirely hooked. A strange sensation no doubt, and even uncomfortable at times he can tell as you struggle to take a third finger but so too do you eventually start pushing your hips back against the intrusion. 

Holding you in place is no longer required, allowing his other hand to slip to the front of your body and resume strumming your clit. Grass becomes intertwined with the sparkling crystals in your hair due to the way you keep turning your head to whine and squirm. 

“I wish you could see how perfect you look like this. Sweet little ass sucking in my fingers like it was made for this. I knew I’d see you like this someday, my pretty brat learning to behave.”

“F-fuck you.” You sputter.

Neteyam can’t even find it within himself to be mad when you are clenching around him like this. He’ll take care of that naughty mouth soon, but for now he is content to focus on making your body fully submit to him. 

“As you wish, omega.” 

The prince pulls his fingers out and makes sure to spread more of your natural lube over his cock. He feels like he could bust any moment just looking at your hole clenching at the loss. The gleam in your eyes when he lines the head of his cock up to your tightest hole gives him all the information he needs to know. 

“Teyam!” You gasp just before his head makes it past the entrance. 

“Doing so good for me, omega. Stay nice and relaxed.”

“It’s not going to fit.” The protest is greatly undermined by the way your pussy leaks juices down your thigh. 

“Don’t worry, princess. I’ll make it fit.” 

And true to his word, Neteyam patiently rears forward and rubs sinful circles over your clit until his pelvis is cushioned by your plush ass. 

“Oh my Eywa!” You quiver, thighs no longer doing the work to keep you up. 

“What was it you said about getting off your ass?”

“You fucking…Oh…asshole.” Your insults are barely tangible as he begins with shallow thrusts. “Oh my…oh…aahh.”

“Different than you thought, isn’t it?” He smirks, but even he has to close his eyes and take a moment to breathe. Your walls cinch around him so tightly it feels as if you're trying to strangle his cock. Even his shallow thrusts take considerable effort, even more difficult not to prematurely fill you with his seed every time those gummy walls pulse. “Deep breathes. Let yourself enjoy it.” 

“M-more.”

His ears perk, wondering if he has misheard you.

“What was-”

“More! Move now! Move fucking now I swear-” The air is punched from your lungs when he harshly rears back to the tip before plunging himself all the way inside again. The noise that escapes you is one he has never heard before and he knows for a fact that it rings loud enough through the trees for the others to detect. 

Grasping a handful of hair he pulls you up onto your knees so that your back is flush against his chest. From this vantage point he can see the crystal chain sparkling in the sunlight. 

“Is that any way to ask for what you want?” He rumbles against your ear. 

The sound of clapping skin echoes through the forest as you eagerly push yourself back against his now brutal pace. 

“Teyamteyamteyam,” Comes your endless spew, head thrown back against his shoulder. He’s too lost in his own ecstasy to chew you out for not answering his question. Instead he roughly manhandles you off of his cock and pushes you to lay down on your back. 

“But-”

Legs thrown around his waist he sinks back inside to the hilt. “You need to learn some fucking patience, princess.”

“I’m sorryyyyy!” You drawl but those little hands are already grasp at his biceps, demanding that he slots himself closer. Looking down he swears he can practically see his cock moving in your stomach. 

“How are these pretty tits doing, hm?” Swooping down, he leaves sloppy kisses around your secured nipples, groaning when your fingers claws at his hair to pull him closer. “Tell me the truth now, princess. Tell me how much you love me my cock in your ass.” 

He knows you're far gone when a response comes back without any fight. “I love..ngh..ah…I love your cock in my ass. Don’t stop, alpha. Pleasepleaseplease.” 

“Take a breath for me.” He commands softly and the second you comply he undoes both claps in tandem. In some ways he has heard that taking them off is more painful than putting them on. If that is true, you must have a secret love for such pain because you bare down on him so hard that it takes everything within him not to bust inside of you. 

“Fuck!” You curse, yanking him down impossibly closer. “Neteyam!” 

“Good girl, princess. My good girl.” He murmurs between sloppy kisses laid on your chest. He licks gently over your pointed nipples in efforts to soothe them. 

Neteyam’s own patience is quickly unraveling but he wants to come in time with you. He wants you to squirt across him as he paints your walls white. So with his own breaths coming out in pants and hips ricketing at a desperate speed, he reaches between you and assaults that little bundle of nerves. 

“Come on, brat. Do as you're told for once and come for me.” 

You steal the very air from his lungs. Your silky walls milk him dry as you come around him. Stars dot his vision and his abdomen flexes at the pure pressure of his own release. He spills himself inside of you as your nails dig into his shoulder blades. 

When he finally does come down from that high, your grip won’t release. His name is a whispered mantra on your lips as you pull his heavy body atop of yours. He falls without resistance, crushing you beneath him. 

You’re overwhelmed. It makes him both proud and spiteful that no other male has truly managed to get you into this floaty state before. From the way you claw at him as if he is the very oxygen you rely on, it’s clear you don’t know how to handle such new intense emotions. To think you’ve gone so many years without truly satisfying your omega. 

“I’ve got you, omega. Your alpha’s here.” He tries to prop himself up on an elbow to relieve some of his body weight from you, but that has your panic rising. With an endless draw of sweet nothings he presses himself back down just in time for your lips to demand his. 

That anxiety gradually smoothes away the longer he indulges the impromptu makeout session. When his tongue swirls around yours, your movements become more leisurely. Even the very nature of the kiss becomes lazy while you softly play with his neat braids. 

“Teyam…”

“Yes princess?” He checks to make sure your breathing has finally turned back to normal after pulling away. 

“I’m ready to sleep.” You say as a matter of fact. 

“No tiyawn we still-” It’s too late. Chest somehow managing to rise and fall beneath his weight and eyes fluttered closed, you are dead to the world. Very typical fashion for you to simply state your wants as reality without waiting for any protests. 

He rolls his eyes fondly before carefully situating both of you onto your sides. His legs feel like thin vines walloping in the wind. Neteyam has to hold back a groan when he finally manages to slip out of you. Bathing in the sunlight with you tucked against his side, he allows himself one moment to recover and bask in the feeling. 

And when that moment is gone, he does everything in his power to dress and clean up both of you without disturbing your slumber. Your hair is still tangled and the echoing screams are sure to be enough evidence of what has happened between you two but when he walks out carrying you bridal style, he playfully glares at the other males who are anxious to make their teasing comments. They will beat him up about it later, for now it is important that you sleep. 

With narrowed eyes and a hiss he demands their silence before he situates you in front of him on the pa’li. Facing sideways on the horse you snuggle closer in your sleep, body shivering. You only wake for a second so that he can slip his thick poncho over the both of you. This way you are kept warm and eyes are shielded from the sun as you sleep.

“Well?” Tak’nal, his second in command, asks with a raised brow. 

“Problem solved.” Neteyam says simply. “Let’s go home.”

Writing this felt like a fever dream😂🫠 Please don't be shy, let me know what you think😚💗

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I’ll Show You.. How Beautiful You Are

Neteyam X Na'vi reader *i cannot find the request for this one*

⛔️minors DO NOT interact⛔️

Word count: 2.9k

Plot: Neteyam is in love with the fact that he made you a mother, and watching you breastfeed only feeds the demon on wanting to breed you, over and over again. But reader cant help but feel insecure about her postpartum body. but daddy always takes care of it

Warnings: Extreme smut, fingering, slapping, creampie, breeding kink, dom Neteyam, daddy kink, vulgar language

︶꒷꒦︶︶꒦︶꒷ 🌸 ︶꒦꒷︶꒦︶꒷︶ 

“Te, could you hand me her blanket please?” you held your hand out to him, holding your child to your chest while she fed. Her tiny body became heavy as she drifted off to sleep.

“Of course my love” he says, reaching for the soft fabric and handing it to you. His hand brushed against yours as you grabbed it from him, sending a shiver down his spine. He has this thing about him. That whenever he touched you, it didn't matter if it was intimate or not. He would shudder under your fingertips.

He watched as you placed the blanket over yourself and the baby, you swayed back and forth rocking her further to sleep. His eyes sparkled at the sight of you. He felt as if the best thing he could ever give you was a child. Four of them at that. It just got to the point where he couldn't keep his hands off of you. You looked up, your eyes meeting his only to find those bright, yellow saucers staring at you with lust, adoration, happiness and love. You giggled.

“Why are you staring at me?” you ask. He sat silently for a moment, soaking in the image of you with his child. “You're just beautiful that's all” you shake your head, wondering how he could come up with such a conclusion even in the state that you were currently in. your hair needed to be touched up, your postpartum belly was poked out and relaxed, legs crossed and covered in stretch marks. All you could think to yourself was how on Pandora could he possibly find you to be ‘beautiful’ right now. You scoff.

“Please, there's nothing beautiful about this” you say, looking down at your body briefly before looking back up at him.

In a split second his face was flat and cold. A serious and perplexed expression on his face. He walked over to you, bending his knees, he put himself in a crouch. Lowering his body until he was eye level with you.

“... there is nothing more beautiful in this world” He tucks a stray hair behind your ear. “Than this body showing the world.. exactly why it's so beautiful” he shifts on his feet, facing his entire body towards you. “These marks, the baby weight, the change in your smell, the milk you make… its all for that little one right there” he points to your daughter now sound asleep in your arms. “Everything about you… in fact, is beautiful” you smiled wide, reaching your hand up to caress his face. But that smile soon fades.

“I know your intentions are pure my love, but i don't ‘feel’ as ‘beautiful as you say i am” you used your fingers in dramatic quotation, emphasizing how much you meant the words you were saying. He rolled his eyes, standing to his feet before turning his back to you. He presses on the intercom on his throat. Placing his hand on his hip.

“Kiri… Kiri come in” he waited, a static signal coming through on the other side.

*craaack*

“If you're not calling me to babysit then goodbye” Kiri says, her connection breaking as she lets go of the button on her throat. Neteyam laughs, pressing against his throat once more.

“That's exactly what i'm doing so come now, please and thank you"

You looked at him with confusion, while he was one to be spontaneous, you still weren't quite sure what he had up his sleeve.

“Um.. what are you doing sir?'' You say jokingly, standing to your feet. Your baby still nestled tightly in your arms. The look on our face laced with curiosity and yet dread. You knew now that whatever it was that he had planned, you weren't getting yourself out of it anyway.

He smiled, walking over to you and taking your little one out of your arms gently. Reluctantly you let go, your hands dripping to your sides as if you had no clue what to do with them.

Just then there was a knock on the wooden frame of the hut. Peeking your head around the corner, you're met with a smiling Kiri holding her arms out in front of her to take her niece.

“Gimme gimme!” she says excitedly. You smile in return, watching the whole thing unfold right in front of you. And finally, you had a good idea on what exactly was going on.

“Take care of my baby,” Neteyam says sternly. “I don't want to have to hunt down my own sister”

Kiri rolls her eyes, taking the babe in her arms with care, heading her brother's annoying and unnecessary warning.

“She's in GREAT hands” she says obnoxiously, flashing you a small smirk before turning to leave out of the hut. You watched as she left with your pride and joy, your heart already aching from her absence. This would be the first time you've been away from her since she was born.

“Neteyam… i'm nervous” you say. He turns to you walking closer as he slowly wraps his large hands around your waist. Squeezing the the flesh of your hips gently.

“Don't be nervous, she's okay i promise” he says lowly. Taking one hand brushing that same piece of hair that somehow always fell in the same pattern. You nod your head in response despite the way you really felt.

“Now… what's all this talk about that you don't feel beautiful?” He pauses briefly. “Do I have to remind you?” he leans down, placing a slow hot kiss to the side of your neck. Instinctively you closed your eyes, leaning into his lips as he kissed you. It had been so long since the two of you have been intimate. Your body just needed it's time to heal. Needless to say, the time in between has been a bit of a nightmare. Neteyam applied more pressure to his hands around your waist. Being sure to coax whatever feelings you were having right out of you

“I-its just… I don't look the same anymore” you say shyly. For a moment you wanted to stop his hands from roaming, becoming entirely too self conscious as he explored your ‘new body’. He comes off your skin.

“You mean.. The hips that i grab when i fuck you got a little..” he pauses. “Wider?” he smiles down at you, biting his lower lips as his hands continue to grip the thick flesh of your hips.

“You're sexy.. Those thighs.. So thick” his voice was soft like velvet, almost soothing as if it was his goal to put you to sleep. Your hands rested on top of his forearms. Moving with him as he touched every inch of your torso.

“These lips” he leans down to kiss you. “So soft,” he groans. Pressing his pelvis into your lower belly. His muscles flexed when you squeezed his arms. Another way that made him shudder. Your breaths began to pick up, they were ragged and labored. It felt as if your chest was caving in, your lungs expanding by the second - with no room to accommodate their size.

“N-neteyam” you moan. Closing your eyes and leaning your head back to look at him. He took his thumb and rubbed it slowly along your bottom lip.

“Mm yes?” He moans.

You swallow the lump that slowly formed in your throat. Gulping dry air as you attempt to formulate coherent words. “Tell me what you want to do to me” you say seductively. Pushing your body into his as much as you possibly could. His smile was laced with arrogance when he leaned down to cup the plump flesh of your ass, pulling you up to wrap your legs around his waist.

“I want to suck these titties, milk you… clean it all up with my tongue” you moaned at his words, turning into jelly while he walked you to the plush bedding on the floor that you laid out to dry. His knees landed first when he set you down, nestling himself in between your legs.

“I want to smack this ass”

*smack*

“Until you scream my name”

You began to quiver, choking on air the more he drowned you with his words.

“Suck these toes… these pretty toes” he lifted your leg. One hand holding your ankle and the other cupped around your foot, his thumb pressed firmly into your arch. He looked at you for a steamy second, fucking you with his eyes before taking your toe into his warm wet mouth. Moaning as it entered passed his lips.

He comes off the digit licking his lips before placing a soft kiss to each toe.. one.. by.. one.

“I want to tongue kiss every inch of you” he paused putting your leg over his shoulder. “Starting here..”

Neteyam leans down, planting a soft, sloppy kiss to your inner thigh. Your body shook with the contact, your breath sharply catching in your throat as you watched him make his way further up your body.

“And here” he moans. His voice was laced with sex and seduction. Kissing the crease of your inner thigh. Your hips lifted off the floor, wanting more friction than you were getting. Your body, already beginning to sweat.

“… and here” he places a kiss in the center of your cunt. Those soft fat lips still imprisoned behind your loincloth, his hot breath making contact with the surrounding skin. You moaned against him once more, gripping the soft pelts under you, using whatever you could for stability. He stops for a moment to look at you.

“Is that what you want daddy to do? Hm?” Taking his hand he rubs a long stripe up your pussy, despite there being cloth there, you felt every second. Every nerve ending in your body, prepared to implode with his touch.

“You want daddy to show you just how beautiful you are?”

Taking your bottom lip in between your teeth, you bite down hard, almost drawing blood. Nodding your head with haste. Unable to wait any longer. He had met his goal.

“Then tell me,” he says. Coming up to kiss your lips. “Tell daddy what you want”

A soft purr left your chest.

“Fuck me… make me feel beautiful again”

He smiled to himself, lifting his body off of you to lean back on his heels.

“Turn around” he demanded, twirling his finger in a circle. You did as you were told, quickly turning to lay on your belly. You wiggled your hips to settle in between him, the sight of your fat ass sending him over the edge.

*smack*

A firm hand landed on top of your soft flesh, instant stinging and pain throughout your body. But strangely, it felt good. He gripped your cheeks, spreading them apart with his large calloused hands. A low grunt rumbled out of his chest, the force of his grip causing your pussy lips to seep out of your loincloth. He needed access.

Taking his fingers, he rips the fabric in the center of your pussy. Tearing the cloth in half, revealing your wet and glistening cunt.

“Fuck… so wet already for daddy” he moans lowly. No hesitation whatsoever to run his finger up and down your warm slit, coating his digits with your dripage. “Poke that ass up baby”

You had no problem obeying orders. Lifting your ass in the air and propping your knees under your chest. The sounds he omitted were a sign that you did exactly what he wanted you to.

“That’s it.. good girl”

You moaned into the soft blankets under you, unintentionally muffling your mewls.

“You better scream for me.. Don't hide those moans from me” without another word, he plunges his digits far into your aching cunt, curling them dowards to abuse that spongy spot.

“Uh! F-fuck!” you couldn't help the obscenities that came out, your once tight hole now brutally stretched open to accommodate his thick and long fingers. “T-too deep!” you started to plead with him. You slid your knees out from under you, laying flat on your belly to escape his fingers - but this only caused him to grab your hip, putting you back in your previous position.

“Fuck no, i said poke that shit out” he demanded. On wobbly legs, with his fingers still buried deep inside you. You did as you were told. Assuming the position.

“Good girl” his praises sent a fire through you. It took all of your insecurities away. Wanting nothing more but to submit to him and allow him to show you what you wanted him to. “Fuck daddies fingers.. Make yourself cum” so lost and aroused you started to move your hips. Spelling his name with your thrusts. He began palming his cock through his loincloth. Growing frustrated by the lack of friction.

“Oh! F-fuck! You moan, pushing his fingers so far into your pussy that you felt the tips of them kissing your cervix. “Mmm! Pleasee” you whine, throwing your head back as you feel your orgasm approach. Your soft gummy walls almost swallowing his hand whole.

“Fuck yes baby, do that shit” he moaned, pulling his loincloth to the side, setting his hard beast free. Neteyam tended to be more aggressive with sex, and soft and vulnerable with you outside of the bedroom. You loved it when he took control. Using you as his toy whenever he wanted. And since it's been so long since he was deep inside you. You desperately needed this.

“p-please ! I wanna cum! I wanna cum on daddy's dick” you beg, picking up the pace of your thrusts. His fingers are good, but not enough anymore.

“Yeah? You want daddy to fuck this little pussy?” he slides his fingers out of you, causing you to whimper pathetically. “Make you cum? Hm?” he groans. Pushing you down on your chest, gripping the back of your neck, his fingers pressed firmly on your vein just enough to make you lightheaded.

“Mmm! Y-yes!”

“Yes what..” he says lowly. Lining his throbbing cock with your wet folds. Making sure to deny you any contact until you say the word.

“Yes daddy!”

He smiles to himself.

“Such a good girl” the head of his cock slides past your pussy lips, stretching you more than you feel you've ever been. “Good fucking girl” he growls through gritted teeth, squeezing his eyes shut. Your breath caught in your throat as he sunk into you entirely, his pelvis now flush with yours.

“Y-yes!” you moan. Attempting to move your hips back, wanting to cum as soon as possible.

“Oh fuck baby” he moans. Leaning back to watch you fuck yourself with his cock. “...f-fuck” he whimpers. Locking his hands behind his head, his eyes glued to your pretty pussy gripping his length with precision.

You throw your ass back, gripping the sheets below you, desperate to cum. Your pussy is already fluttering around him. Your asshole contracted, showing Neteyam that you were close. And was sure that he was going to be the one to make you finally feel the way you deserve. He grips your hips, taking your thrusts from you. Pushing his cock deep and past your swollen cervix. Making you feel like a virgin again.

“Uh! D-daddy!”

He can't speak, out of breath as his hips snap into yours, nothing but the sound of slapping skin filling the void in the hut. You were sure that anyone passing your hut could hear.

*slap slap slap slap*

“Ohh you're such a good girl … look at that” he pulls out, just leaving the tip in. a pool of your cream sitting at the base of his cock. “Oh my fucking god” he moans, sinking himself back inside you. The force of his thrusts were hard and firm, something that would definitely make you cum.

*slap.. PAUSE..slap.. PAUSE.. slap!*

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, the short pause in between his thrust finally coaxing your orgasm out of you.

“N-nete! G-onna cum!” you moan, your legs shaking underneath you h closer you got.

“Mm cum..” he demands, continuing to deliver hard, frim and stuttered thrusts. “Cum for daddy”

As if on demand, your coil snapped. Sending your orgasm through you like a thousand bullets piercing your skin.

“Mm a-aha c-cumming!” you moan loudly, your thick and creamy nut seeping out of the side of your cunt, pooling at his lower belly. His head spun at the sight of it.

“Ohhh fuck yes.. Yes *thrust* yes *thrust* yesss *thrust*” he whimpered, feeling that little pussy sucking him in as you came hard.

“Daddys gonna cum too” he moans.”gonna fill you up, give you more of my babies”

“Uhh.. m-my god” his body shook, his seed escaping passed the tiny slit at the head of his cock, coating your gummy walls.

“Oh yes… deeeep inside that pussy” he whimpers, high pitched moans leaving his throat as he came deep inside you, sure to get you pregnant for the fifth time. “Fuck you make daddy cum.. Mmmm” his hips stutter into you, spraying the last of his seed inside you.

“I want them.. I want all of your babies!” you moan. Your legs buckled under you as you took the last few ounces of him. He sat above you, his fists pressed into the floor on the sides of your waist. Breathing heavily as he came down.

“F-fuck… I need more.. Please” he groans in your ear. “Fuck me again and ill give you all my babies” his eyes were half lidded looking down at you.

You smiled to yourself, turning around under him. His cock sliding out of you with a *pop* the overstimulation making him quiver above you.

“I’m all yours daddy”

[atxxokirina]

There's A First Time For Everything — (18+, MDNI) — Neteyam x Fem reader

Summary: Neteyam finds you wandering in the forest late at night, and decides to help you with a certain problem you've been having.

Contains: soft-ish dom Teyam, oral (fem receiving), squirting, creampie, dirty talk, virgin reader, experienced Neteyam. Tell me if I missed anything.

Neteyam has been patrolling through the forest all night. Bow in hand, analyzing his surroundings for anything unusual. Suddenly, he hears faint footsteps along with leaves rustling. His ears perked at the sound, readying his bow without hesitation. "Who's there?" He calls out, noticing a dark silhouette behind him.

You stop moving, immediately turning around and holding your hands up. "Teyam, it's just me," you disclaimed. "Put the bow down, please." And he does does exactly that. Lowering his bow, he approaches you and grabs your arm, pulling you behind a tree. "Y/n, what are you doing out here alone?" He whisper-yells. "It's dangerous to be out here when it's this dark. You need to go back to the village." You scoff. "What am I doing? What are you doing?" You questioned back, getting defensive in your tone.

Neteyam cocks his head, looking puzzled for a moment. "I'm protecting the clan. That's my job. But what's your excuse?" You're at a loss for words. You open your mouth to speak, but nothing really comes out. Neteyam gives you a 'that's what I thought' look. "I'm going to ask you one more time; why are you out here?"

You sigh in annoyance. "I just.." You start. "I'm having a hard time with— something. And, I guess I just needed some time to think." You trailed off, bowing your head as you aimlessly twiddle with your thumbs.

Neteyam can tell that you didn't really want to say what was on your mind, but since he had already asked twice, he figured he might as well ask a third time. "You can tell me what's bothering you, y/n. I won't think of you any differently." He spoke in a reassuring tone. "Ugh, okay", You deeply sigh, standing still for a moment. "So.. I'm a virgin," You start, wincing at your own words. Face plastered with shame. "And I hear all of my friends talking about how good it feels.. and I guess it just, makes me jealous?" You brought your head up, meeting Neteyam's amber colored eyes.

"I feel so left out. I want to feel good too, you know?" He's taken aback by your admission, but he keeps it to himself. "Y/n." He cups your cheek, bending down to meet your height. You gulp, cheeks turning a shade of baby pink. "There's absolutely nothing wrong with that, okay? You shouldn't be in such a rush to lose it anyway. It's not good for you." He chuckles. "Plus, a lot of guys like when girls are virgins."

You frown, rolling your eyes. "That's not true", you scoffed. "Everytime I've told a guy that I'm a virgin, they leave. Say they don't wanna 'corrupt me' or whatever, it's so stupid." You folded your arms. Neteyam's expression shifts to curiosity. "Is that so?" You nodded with a sideways smile. "Well, that just means those men are cowards. And they didn't deserve you in the first place, hm?" He pats your head as your tail slowly rises.

"Maybe you're right, I'd probably prefer someone more like you anyways." You say under your breath, but of course he catches it.

Damn those perfect ears. Neteyam slightly grinned at your flirtatious comment, "Someone more like me? What's that mean?" He stands to his full height again, his tall and muscular body towering over you. You heartbeat becomes irregular for a second. "Someone strong, independent, who can carry himself, an amazing warrior.." You respond quietly, tone dramatic.

His grin grew wider at your words. "A warrior, huh? So you're telling me that you're attracted to me? Am I hearing that right?" You nod with no hesitation. "Mhm," Neteyam leans into you, moving one of his hands to your chin and softly stroking it. "What if I were to.. help you with your problem?" Neteyam asked seductivly . You were instanly flustered, heart becoming flush, feeling like you're floating. "I-I would like that.."

Neteyam leans in closer, your faces only inches away from each other now. "Then, I guess I should give you what you want", He rests his thumb in your bottom lip, swiftly pulling it down before gently bringing his lips onto yours. You squeak in suprise, but as the kiss deepens, your body relaxes. He smirks against the kiss as he feels your heart thump. A line of saliva disconnects the kiss. Your breath is heavy, and your body is just burning with desire. "More.." You mumble quietly.

"Asking for more already?" Neteyam smiles at you. Stepping closer once again, this time pressing your bodies together. He can almost feel the arousal radiating from your body. "I think I know what you want." He whispers as he snakes his hands down to his loincloth, untying the knot and allowing his pulsating cock to spring out. Your eyes grew wide, gulping in shock. He was girthy, right about the size of your wrist. The veins on his cock were colored a dark purple, you see the precum softly pouring out. And oh my, was he big. Neteyam sees the way you're looking at his cock, and he knows that she has her hooked. "Do you like what you see?" He whispered.

"Mhmm," your body was entranced with arousal and submission. "I do."

Neteyam pecks your lips once again, pulling away slowly as he tugs on the waistband of your loincloth. "Take this off." He demands. You loosened your loincloth with no hesitation, he shoves it down, and you step over it. Neteyam grabs you by your scruff, making you yelp, his face meets your neck. Sharply inhaling before licking a stripe up and circling his togue.

His fangs swiftly sink into your collarbone, causing you to cry out. "Ow-" You feel him smile. "Sorry, you just taste so fucking good," He groans again before moving his head down, tapping your thigh. "Put this leg up baby, I'll hold you." You obey, lifting your leg up as Neteyam held you against the tree.

He brought his hand down to your heat, playing with your wet folds and teasing your clit. "Hmh!" An involuntary moan escapes from your mouth. "You're already so wet," he teases you with a single lick. "But I still have to stretch you out. Get this pretty pussy ready for me." He huffs, continuing to tease you as you tighten around his digits. Even though Neteyam's cock was aching— no, yearning for you, he wanted to cater this night to you. It pained him enough not to be able rip you apart right here and now, but since this was your first time, he had to be patient.

He began sucking on your nub, easing a finger inside of you. Your cunt immediately sucks him in as you pant, feeling his finger curl up and play with your walls. "Fuck!" You whine, grinding against him. "You like that, don't you?" He says in a pitiful tone, now pushing a second finger in. You moan in response, unable to speak as you roll your hips. "Answer me." Neteyam growls against your clit, making the vibration jolt through your body. "Y-Yes! Oh fuck, Neteyam! I l-loveeee it," You mewl out as your muscles tighten, climax approaching soon.

You close your thighs around Neteyam's head, hands searching for something to hold onto. "Neteyam..!" You gasp as he became more adamant with his licking, both of his fingers plunging in and out of you, wet noises excluding from your pussy. "Yeah?" He asks innocenty. As if he if wasn't knuckle deep inside of your pussy right now.

"I'm g-gonna cum! Pleasee, don't stop!" You whined as your cunt convulsed, and before you know it, your squirt is spewing out like a waterfall. Neteyam taps your mound, groaning in satisfaction. "Theree you go baby, that's a good girl." He coos, lapping the rest of your juices up before pulling away and sitting up.

You looked up at him as you're out of breath, watching as he brings himself on top of you, lips hovering over yours. He slowly leans in, your mouths crashing against each other. He wastes no time slipping his tongue inside and sliding it on yours. You moan into the kiss, becoming greedy. "See? You taste so good.." He pulls back with a smirk. You shyly nod.

Neteyam brings his hands down to fist his cock, a breathy groan coming from him. "I think I've stretched you enough. You're ready for me now." He speaks in a deep tone, each word hypnotizing you. You couldn't lie, you were nervous about your first time. But you trusted Neteyam, and you trust that he'd take care of you. "Okay, I'm ready." You confirm, closing your eyes to stop the anticipation. "Open your eyes, y/n." You shoot them open, fighting back tears. "You'll be fine, I'll take good care of you." He bends down to peck your forehead, holding his hand out. "Here, hold my hand. Squeeze tight if it's too much, yes?"

You nod with a gentle grin. "Uh uh, use your words." You sigh. "Yes, Neteyam." He smirks, using his other hand to rub your wet folds. His tip comes in contact with your lips, gently parting them. Your heart is palpating in suspense, but your pussy is just begging for more.

"I'm gonna push it in now.." he warns, you grip his hand now, preparing yourself. With one pull back, he shoves his full length inside of you. "Mmm!" You moan out with a gasp, feeling him against your sweet spot. "You feel even better than I imagined, fuuck.." Neteyam praises in between mewls. He grabs your thighs, fingertips digging deep.

"It feels good, s-so good." You continue to whine as tears marble in your eyes, each thrust becoming painfully better. He grunts, bringing his hips all the way back, then thrusting forward, adjusting to a new pace as he pounds into you. "You wanted to feel my fat cock stretching out this pussy, hm?" Neteyam teased, leaning down for a kiss. The rhythm of his hips doesn't stop, you kiss him back, crying and moaning into his mouth.

His hands find your clit again, using his thumb to press against your nub. Neteyam pulls back for a moment. "I'm gonna make sure this pussy remembers my cock, gonna mark you with my scent," he growled. You wearily whine. "Neteyam.."

The way you said his name was music to his ears. He was close, and so were you. Something like this was so enchanting, the electricity coursing through your body was something else. "..make sure everyone knows you're mine." He deeply moans, humping you now. Desperation growing more and more. You felt it. You felt him approaching his high, and he felt you too. "You're squeezing me so tight."

"Neteyam!" You mewl again. "You're mine, yeah? Say it. Tell me who you belong to now." It's getting harder and harder for you to comprehend anything as your mind is practically going blank. You're so fucked out. "Is my baby going dumb off my fucking dick?" He laughs, leaning his head back, braids swooping over. "Shit, I never knew you'd be such a slut." Neteyam smacks the plush of your ass with both hands, holding on tight as he uses them as leverage to pound you into oblivion.

"Neteyammmm!" You practically scream, "I'm c- I'm close! I'm gonna cum!" Just with that, he roughly thrusts, lifting his hips up to ensure he's hitting it right. "Tell me, y/n. You're not cumming until you say it." You writhe in pleasure. "I caaannn't—" He shows no mercy, still fucking your cunt. Harder, faster, and deeper. "I'll stop if you don't." Neteyam warns.

You finally obey. "I-I'm yours, Teyam! A-All yours, fuck! Please let me cum, pleasepleaseplease!"

And almost like your bodies heard each other, you both came. Neteyam letting out staggered moans as he pumps his load inside of you, his dick twitching around the sponge of your pussy. You felt the immediate warmth as you squeezed him, pulsating as your thick cream coated his cock.

The two of you huff in unison, worn out. Neteyam can clearly see how tired you are as he pulls out, softly groaning. "You did such a good job, baby." He kissed your forehead, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "Thanks, Teyam.." You mumble as you chest rises and falls. He kneels beside you, reaching for his loincloth as well as yours. Tying his on and laying the other garments beside you.

"Stay here, y/n. I'll be back, I'm gonna get something to wash you up, okay?" He speaks in a warm, gentle tone. It's hard to believe this is the same man who was just making you scream his name. You weakly smiled. "Mhmm," Neteyam pats your head twice, giving you one more peck before he stands from his position, leaving to get you clean.

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[wheneclipsefalls]

Little Gift Masterlist

Pairing: Dark Adult Neteyam x Fem Human Reader

Summary: The RDA are forced to negotiate with a certain Olo'eyktan. Luckily, there is only one thing he wants.

PARTS

Introduction

Scramble

Feast

Tremble

Latch

Snap

Please remember to read the warnings at the beginning of each part

[wheneclipsefalls]

Pairing: Neteyam (23) x Metkayina Fem Reader x Loak (22)

Synopsis: Your relationship with the Sully brothers comes with expectations, rules, and punishments. Yet nothing quells that fire deep within better than the two putting you back in your place.

This series contains elements of intense dom/sub or master/slave elements. Please carefully read the warnings at the beginning of each chapter. Do not like = Do not read

Lesson Learned

You break one of the strict rules that Neteyam and Lo'ak have set for you. Now you must suffer the consequences.

Marked

Neteyam and Lo’ak have many different ways of staking their claim on you.

Consequences

Hanging out with your favorite male friend after a heated argument with Neteyam isn’t the smartest course of action. 

Welcome Home

It seems ridiculous to care, but Lo'ak isn't the most estatic to see how you and Neteyam have spent your time while he's been away. You're more than willing to give him his own little one on one time.

[wheneclipsefalls]

Lesson Learned

Masterlist   ao3   Part 2

Pairing: Neteyam (23) x Metkayina Fem Reader x Lo’ak (22)

Summary: You break one of the strict rules that Neteyam and Lo'ak have set for you. Now you must suffer the consequences.

Warnings: explicit (MINORS DO NO INTERACT), rough sex, creampie, p in v, spanking, blowjob, oral, dom/sub undertones, power imbalance, slight degradation, praise kink, sir kink, established relationship, male x female x male threesome

A/N: This is definitely the flithiest smut I have ever written. Nervous about this one so please be kind <3

[Yawne = beloved]

“Ow! I said I’m sorry!” You plead and whimper in pain while trying to detach the strong grip Lo’ak has on the base of your queue. His pace is relentless, dragging you along by your queue as angry huffs leave his flared nostrils. 

“Save it.” Lo’ak hisses before you finally reach the entrance of Neteyam’s marui. Butterflies erupt in your stomach as you anticipate the scolding and punishment that is to come. Your small fingers fiddle with your loincloth that Lo’ak barely gave you time to throw on before dragging you away. He yanks you past the doorway, grip unyielding. 

Neteyam’s ears flick and tail swish at the sound of you two entering. He quickly turns away from his task of sharpening his knife to gaze at both of you. There is a look shared between the two brothers that holds a message you are not privy to. This is never a good sign, especially when it causes a heavy sigh to escape from Neteyam’s lungs. 

“What did she do now?” The eldest Sully brother asks, looking between the two of you. If Lo’ak’s anger at your disobedience is anything to go off of you know that Neteyam won’t be far behind once he learns what you have done. 

“Go on and tell him, yawne. Tell Neteyam what I found you doing.” Lo’ak’s voice holds the undertone of the smirk on his lips. Although he is upset, you can tell that he is looking forward to putting you back in your place. He revels in holding this power over you, in making you submit and truth be told you’re eager to bring those fantasies to life once again. The brothers can be rough and strict, sometimes giving you rules to follow that make you pout and curse their names but at the end of the day you know your body yearns for more. There is no greater pleasure than being between the two of them, taking whatever they desire like a good girl, falling apart underneath their touch.  

Lo’ak powerfully tugs your queue, a warning to concede to his order before things get worse. 

“I was…I was touching myself.” Your ocean blue eyes don’t dare to meet Neteyam’s gaze as your ears pin back against your curly hair. Still, you can feel the radiating intensity filling the room, capturing the air from your lungs. 

“Oh yawne, what are we going to do with you?” Neteyam sighs with almost a fond tone, but you know better than to be fooled by it. He is playing with you. Letting your mind swirl with anticipation of what is to come. 

“Needy little pussy can’t last even a week without getting some attention.” Lo’ak mocks as Neteyam stands to his full height, reaching past the two to close the flaps of the marui. Your cheeks tint a dark red, but you know there is some truth to Lo’ak’s teasing. You were already being punished for your misbehavior the week before. Neteyam and Lo’ak taking away your orgasms for a whole week to teach you a lesson. You were never allowed to touch yourself, unless it was for their amusement, but you got desperate over the last few days. It seemed that the brothers were aiming for you to mess up as they teased you at every opportunity possible. 

“Perhaps you need a reminder of who this pussy belongs to.” Neteyam’s dark timber sends shivers down your spine. His warm breath is right against the shell of your ear and his braids hang and tickle at your neck. 

“Nete, I’m sorry!” You whine, but your apology holds no weight for the older brother. You quickly turn your big blue eyes up towards Lo’ak, hoping to find better luck there. “Lo’ak please! I’ll be a good girl.”

“Good girls know better than to play with what doesn’t belong to them.” Lo’ak’s golden eyes hold a mischievous and alluring lust. He is too far gone to accept apologies now. There is no escape. There never was when it came to breaking the rules. Neteyam and Lo’ak rule you with a firm hand, delighting in your submission. 

“Lo’ak’s right, babygirl. It seems that no matter what we do, you insist on being a naughty slut.” The two lead you to the middle of the room as you pout. One harsh look from Neteyam tells you all you need to know. Without a word you sheepishly strip off your beaded top and untie the frilled loincloth before tossing them to the side. 

Despite the long night ahead of you, a thrilled burst of arousal coils in your stomach as you are naked and on display before them. Those twin sets of hungry golden eyes never fail to make you feel vulnerable and small, yet you can’t get enough. You can already feel the wetness gathering between your legs, some still left over from your time spent pleasuring yourself. 

“On your knees, babygirl.” Neteyam orders and you quickly comply. They circle around you slowly like vultures, keening in on their prey. At this point you might as well be prey, hunted down and trapped in the den of creatures much more powerful than you. Your eyes follow their strong toned bodies from your place on the ground. They catch on the new tattoo Lo’ak has running along his hips. The younger Sully does not miss your interest and winks in response. 

“We need a punishment that is going to last. Something that will remind our slutty princess to stop rutting against things like a bunny in heat.” Neteyam muses, although you are sure they have already decided on your fate. A small squeak escapes your lips when you feel a slim tail brush against your bum. 

“Well her ass has lost some of that pretty red glow from last week.” Lo’ak chuckles and you can already see Neteyam’s smirk forming. 

“Would be a shame to keep it that way.” The eldest responds, sealing your doom. Lo’ak drags you from the ground and makes quick work of bending you over the tall table. Your feet swing above the woven floor of the marui, unable to find purchase. Despite your better judgment, you try to weasel your way out of another spanking. You were just barely getting to a point where you could sit down without wincing. 

“Please no more! It still hurts!” You beg while twisting to cover your upturned ass with one hand. Lo’ak pins both of your wrists to your lower back with one hand, ignoring the doe eyes you send him in search of pity. You can feel the pressing bulge from his loincloth against your ass, wrapping your coil of arousal tighter. 

“But your bum looks so pretty with my red handprints.” Lo’ak mockingly coos while shifting his hips along the plush of your rear. Neteyam is nowhere to be seen with your restricted view but you have no time to ponder on that before a harsh smack is delivered to your rear. The pain ripples along your skin with a familiarity that you dread. 

Lo’ak brings his hand down again with brutal force and this time you can’t keep in the whimper that was strangling your throat. The younger Sully brother sets a pattern and pace that is unpredictable, taking random breaks to rub over and appreciate the flush of your skin before randomly starting back up again. You wreath and squirm underneath the blows but his rough hands keep you in place without struggle. 

Tears well up behind your blue orbs, threatening to fall along your cheeks pathetically. Suddenly Neteyam comes into view, beaded braids knocking against the wooden table. A gleeful smile curves along his lips. He doesn’t say a word before leaning forward and capturing your lips in a heated kiss. Lo’ak pauses his assault on your ass to run a finger along your soaked folds. 

Your soft moan is swallowed by Neteyam’s greedy kiss. It starts off sweet and gentle, caressing your lips with a sincerity and care that has your heart fluttering. This, however, starts to shift as his tongue invades your mouth and Lo’ak’s thumb finds your clit. Lo’ak rubs at your clit with expertise till your legs are shaking from the stimulation. You can scantily breathe with Neteyam exploring your mouth leisurely, occasionally biting at your bottom lip with sharp canines. 

The table shifts as you rut your hips back against Lo’ak’s skilled fingers. Neteyam slips a hand over to cup your cheek and deepen the kiss further. The pleasure becomes dizzying; overwhelming. Your orgasm is quickly approaching, having been lingering since Lo’ak soiled it earlier with his appearance. The younger Sully seems to pick up on this information as his efforts increase, two fingers spreading your slick lips to expose your clit to his view, rubbing at it with urgency. 

It becomes more difficult to kiss Neteyam back as your brain is overloaded with white hot pleasure. He doesn’t seem to mind as he continues to nip and bite at your lips until they are pink and swollen. Lo’ak continues the assault on the sensitive bud while slipping one finger past your entrance. The combined sensation is enough to push you over the edge. Neteyam swallows your obscene noises as Lo’ak rides you through the orgasm. 

Coming down from the high is an absolute relief, your body sore but happy from finally getting to release all of the pent up sexual energy from the last few days. 

A sharp slap to your ass breaks you out of the trance and has you unintentionally sinking your teeth into Neteyam’s bottom lip. You’re not sure when Lo’ak pulled out his finger and decided to restart the spanking but your body is already humming with overwhelming sensations. The coppery taste of blood tickles at your tongue and you’re not sure if it is yours or Neteyam’s as both of your lips are swollen and red. 

Neteyam pulls back and beams at you. Lo’ak spanks your ass without hesitation. Slap after slap brings a new hue to your skin that he enjoys seeing. It’s not long before he gets to see the mark of his handprint on your pretty ass. 

“Please Lo’ak! Please!” You babble with streaming tears. However it is Neteyam who responds while Lo’ak continues the spanking. 

“Ah ah ah baby, you have better manners than that.” Neteyam tutted, knuckles grazing along your flushed cheek. 

“Please sir!” You correct yourself. 

“I don’t know, mama. Spanked your ass red last time and it was still not enough to keep this pussy under control.” Lo’ak accentuated the words with a brutal smack. Your red skin is hot beneath his hands as they freely explore your ass. Neteyam casually perches on the edge of the table. 

“Perhaps she needs a different type of persuasion.” Neteyam draws out while running the tip of his fingers from your clit to your entrance. His blue fingers become stained with the sticky arousal and cum leftover from your first climax. He hums in satisfaction while licking them clean. Hooded eyes look down at your tear stained face before smirking devilishly. Lo’ak runs his blunt nails along your red ass in amusement. Once again you are left out of the mix as the two brothers seem to come to a conclusion silently. 

Neteyam pulls you off the table and back against his chest, bulge poking against your burning backside. His hand wraps around your throat, feeling your pulse fluttering beneath his touch, to keep you in place. 

“Such a pretty girl.” Lo’ak coos, drinking in the sight of you. His fingertips dance along the edges of your ribcage before expert thumbs sweep over your hard nipples. Your whimpers fill the marui as Lo’ak mercilessly tugs and pinches at the sensitive points. Neteyam’s cock twitches in his loincloth at your sweet desperate sounds. As you try to twist away from the onslaught, Neteyam smacks your outer thigh then uses one muscular arms to wrap around your waist. 

“I-it hurts.” Your complaint turns into a little squeal when Lo’ak twists one of your nipples harshly. 

“Poor thing.” Lo’ak mocks with a feigned pout. Neteyam’s chest vibrates against your back into a deep chuckle. Once your peaks are red and hard enough for his approval Lo’ak steps back to gawk at his work. 

“What do you say, babygirl?” Neteyam prompts you.

“Thank you, sir.” Your breathy voice is hardly more than a whisper. Lo’ak rewards you with a stroke to the cheek anyways. 

“You know how to thank me properly, mama.” 

You can feel your slick now coating your thighs, dripping down to your knees visibly but all your attention is focused on the hardon pressing against Lo’ak’s loincloth. The second Neteyam releases you from his grasp you are obediently falling to your knees and crawling over to Lo’ak. You instantly go to untie the knots of his loincloth but are stopped by four fingered hand slapping you away. 

“Already forgot what we’ve taught you, huh? Can’t think straight with your pussy all wet?”

A dark red stains your cheeks to match your ass and as if in response, you can feel your entrance fluttering and leaking in search of attention. 

“Please can I suck your cock, sir? Want it so bad.” You bat your eyelashes up at Lo’ak knowing how much he enjoys the sight. It’s a conscious effort not to squeeze your thighs together or rut against the marui floor at this point. The burning flame in your core has risen to a raging fire once again that needs to be quenched. Still, orgasms are privileges for good girls as Neteyam often reminds you, so there is no telling how much they will make you suffer. 

“How can I say no to a face like that?” 

That is all the confirmation you require before eagerly undoing the knots and throwing the loincloth aside. His long member slaps up against his stomach, the lines of his new tattoo creating an alluring path to the hard cock already sporting a bead of precum on the head. Your coiled arousal tightens at the sight. No matter how many times you’ve seen the bulging veins and bulbous head you can’t help but thirst after him in such a primal manner. 

You try to kiss and tease at the head but you forget that this is punishment; not playtime. Lo’ak grabs your hair and forces his length down your throat till your nose hits his navel. His thick cock weighs heavy on your tongue and fills your throat so fully that it is difficult to get out shaky breaths. Lo’ak gives little time for you to adjust before he is fucking your face, using your mouth as a tight cocksleeve for his pleasure. 

“Agh that’s it, mama. Such a good little cockslut for us.” Lo’ak’s fringed rough voice spurs you onward even though he is the one completely taking control of your movements. You know the sight of you is degrading and humiliating and yet you crave to be their little toy, there to please them in any way possible. You can already tell by the way the head of his cock is hitting the back of your throat that your voice will be raspy for the next few days. Lo’ak’s eyes are hooded as he looks down to see you staring up at him innocently with tears creasing out of the corners of your eyes. The sight is almost too much to bear and it has him increasing the pace to something almost impossible to accommodate. 

You let out a small squeak when Neteyam grasps your hips from behind and pulls them back. His loincloth is gone, deposited somewhere in the mix and you can feel him running the head of his member up and down your sticky folds. The eldest Sully lets out an audible groan as he sees your arousal already dribbling onto his hard cock. The view only gets better as you desperately curve your back and push your ass up to reveal your aching pussy that greatly complement the red handprints along your cheeks. Neteyam kicks your thighs further apart, greedily wanting you to present every last inch of yourself to him. 

“One cock not enough for you, babygirl? Your pussy feeling a little left out?” Neteyam purrs, thick accent cloaking the words. You can’t see it but you know that the dangerous lustful light is gleaming in his eyes, signaling his surrender to the primal desires that plague his mind. You try to gurgle out some form of confirmation but with Lo’ak’s member in your throat it is simply a whining moan that increases the stimulating pleasure for the younger Sully brother. 

“I’d take that as a yes, bro.” Lo’ak chuckles but it comes out between gritted teeth, voice heavy with ecstasy. You can scarcely hear Neteyam’s soft chuckle over the ringing in your ears as your mouth is invaded over and over again. At this point you are rutting back against Neteyam mindlessly, only stopped by a harsh slap on your rear. 

The mushroom tip teases at your entrance before slowly slipping past the rim. You whimper as your pussy takes his thick length in inch by inch. Neteyam’s eyes blow out till there is only a thin rim of gold outlining his pupils. The lewd sight of your greedy pussy practically sucking him in has a feral growl rumbling in his chest. He doesn’t stop till he is buried to the hilt. You swear you can feel him against your cervix, filling you to the brim. Impaled on both sides by their thick lengths you can hardly breathe, let alone think.  

“So tight, babygirl. Little cunt squeezing me so good.” Neteyam hisses, fingers digging into your hips. 

“She’s just so happy to be filled, aren’t ya mama?” Lo’ak halts his movements in favor of pressing your face against his pelvis once again to see you choke and squirm. One pelvis pressed against your ass and another along your freckled nose, you whine in a mixture of pain and euphoria. 

“Our good little slut, finally getting what you’ve been begging for.” Neteyam’s baritone hums in amusement as he slowly pulls out till only the tip is caught on your rim. Without warning his hips slam forward and fill you completely in one fluid motion. Your eyes rolls to the back of your head and before you know it Lo’ak is following his brother’s pace. They slam into you from each side at a jackhammer pace. The pleasure of your sweet spot being hit by Neteyam’s cock at each thrust coalesces with the pain of Lo’ak’s banging into the back of your throat. 

It’s a painful yet erotic dance that flows through your senses as you try to keep up with the movements. You whine at the increased soreness that comes from Neteyam’s hips slapping lewdly against your tender ass. Lo’ak on the other hand has a firm grip on your hair as he continues to use your mouth without a second thought. You are an absolute gagging whimpering mess with swollen lips, tear stained cheeks and an obvious glow on your rear and both men revel in the image. 

Your legs and arms tremble with the challenge of not collapsing beneath you. 

“That’s it that’s it. So close, gonna cum down your throat, mama.” Lo’ak groans, head thrown back in pleasure. “You want my cum, yawne? Gonna savor every drop like the good girl I know you can be?”

A mewl escapes the back of your sore throat, trying to beg with your eyes for exactly that. Neteyam’s brutal pounding of your sweet spot has your head in a blurry haze but you can recognize your desire to be a good girl. You want to make Lo’ak proud as you swallow all of his sticky seed. 

“That’s what I thought.” The words barely escape his lips before his cock is twitching and squirting white cum down your throat. He holds your head in place firmly, not allowing you to move away but you don’t try to anyway. You suck greedily, trying to breath as your gag around his member. The sticky substance is salty and thick but you’ve grown accustomed to the taste. Once his moans of ecstasy die down, Lo’ak’s pulls out from your mouth with a ‘pop’. 

“Swallow.” You immediately obey, throat aching at the simple gulp. Long fingers grasp your jaw, squeezing your cheeks slightly. “Open. Tongue out, mama.”

Your tongue is stuck out to show you’ve swallowed, all the while little distorted moans leave your open mouth, still stimulated by the brutal fucking of your pussy by the eldest brother. His smooth words of praise become only white noise as you reach the tip of your peak. Neteyam feels the way you naturally clench around him and takes it as his cue to reach underneath and massage your clit. 

“G-gonna cum aah need to cum! Please sir!” You’re not sure which brother you are asking for permission from but it’s Neteyam that growls out an answer.

“Cum all over my cock, babygirl. Give it all to me.” His breathy command sends you over the edge. Stars dance along the outlines of your vision as you cum for the second time. “Fucking hell! I swear you’re trying to milk my cock, yawne.” Neteyam groans but you are too far gone to process his words. His thrusts ride you out through your climax. 

Insistent fingers still thrum at your clit as you come down from the high and a whimper escapes your lips at the overstimulation. Neteyam doesn’t let up, the sound of slapping skin only becoming louder as he ruts into you aggressively. 

“Too much! S’too much! Nete please!” You plead but Lo’ak is quick to shut you up. He kneels and forcefully takes you into a heated kiss. 

“This is punishment, babygirl. It’s not for you to decide.” 

There are no words that can be formed in response with your hazy focus and even if there were, Lo’ak has your mouth occupied again. His kiss is sharper, more demanding than his older brother’s. You struggle to stay present in it with the whiny gasps that push from your throat. You grasp at Lo’ak’s broad shoulders to stabilize yourself, your legs already on the verge of giving out. 

The tendrils of oversensitivity wrap and weave their way through your veins, demanding every ounce of your attention. Lo’ak’s kiss is failing to restrain your begging pleas, but he shushes you tenderly with praises as Neteyam chases his own high. 

“I’m gonna cum inside this little pussy just how you like it, babygirl.” Neteyam’s pace is practically ripping the air from your lungs at this point, expertly finding that spongy spot inside of you with ease. “Fill you up till my cum is leaking down your thighs. Always such a messy thing afterwards, aren’t you?” 

Lo’ak begins to attack your neck with open mouthed kisses and you take the opportunity to gasp for air before responding to the eldest brother. 

“Yes sir! Feels so good, please don’t stop!” You screech, hands clawing at Lo’ak’s shoulders hard enough to draw trickles of blood. Lucky for you Lo’ak barely flinches as he leaves hickeys along the column of your neck. You knew these are going to be more marks that have the other males of the clan staring at you, but there is nothing that seems to satiate Lo’ak’s oral fixation and marking kink. 

“Then cum for me again, yawne. Be a good slut and cum on this dick again.” His demand tempts you to protest but Lo’ak slaps your ass in warning before you even open your mouth to speak. Neteyam rubs at your clit fiercely without reprieve and that overwhelming stimulation is washing over you again like a wave. Your climax comes without your permission and it has your mouth open in a silent scream. 

Rope of sticky seed paint the inside of your walls, Neteyam’s hand leaving crescent shaped indents on your left hip. A cacophony of whimpers and growls stir together to fill the marui along with the squelching sounds of your tight pussy taking him in.

 “Good fucking girl.” Neteyam rumbles, finally halting his hips before sliding out of you.You collapse into Lo’ak’s arms as the aftershock of the orgasm shakes at your nerves. Neteyam spreads your legs widely to admire his work while you are cradled and shushed in Lo’ak’s lap. You can feel the white cum dribbling past your entrance only to have Neteyam collect the seed with his thumb and push it back inside your pussy. 

Lo’ak pets at your hair fondly while you bury your face against his stripped thighs. The two give you a short reprieve as you pant into Lo’ak’s lap. Hope that you have proven yourself starts to form and fester but that quickly dies when you are manhandled to lay on your back. 

“Still one last bit of punishment that needs to be dished out, babygirl.” Neteyam softly pets your parted thighs. 

“Something to make sure you never touch what belongs to us again without permission.” Lo’ak chimes in. 

“Are you ready to take it?” You know what Neteyam is really asking. ‘Are you willing to keep going?’ The eldest is always the most responsible when it comes to checking in on you, making sure your limits aren't pushed too far. Surely it has become a habit after all he does to look after his siblings and friends. Your body is aching and sore but there is still a burning desire to continue, to make up for your disobedience.  

“Yes sir.” The confirmation is barely a scratchy whisper but Neteyam smiles back in response. Golden eyes never leave yours as he spreads your thighs apart as wide as they can go. Your soft folds naturally part with the new position, still sticky with arousal and cum. Lo’ak fingers trace soothing circles along your ribs and stomach lightly, the gentle touches letting you know there is something painful coming your way. 

Neteyam’s palm comes down on your cunt hard and fast. 

Your thighs are quick to slam closed as the burning sensation travels along your core. The pain and pleasure are mixed so closely into a new found wave of electricity, but all you can think about is protecting your already sensitive clit and pussy from his spanks. 

“None of that, babygirl.” Neteyam tsks with a shake of his head. “Keep them open.”

Your muscles ache with the forced movement of Neteyam spreading your legs once more. 

“Shouldn’t have broken the rules, yawne. Now we have to spank your little cunt till she no longer aches to be naughty.” The younger Sully boy reminds you. 

“Lo’ak!” You whine, head thrown back against his shoulder. Your complaints are only met with a dark chuckle and chaste kisses to your cheek. 

The second hit comes without warning and the wet sound of the impact is obscene. Your ears pin back against your hair. 

“Poor babygirl. When are you going to learn?” The patronizing tone from Neteyam is hardly processed in your brain as you struggle to keep your legs closed again. Although the mighty warrior can easily outmatch your strength, he calls upon Lo’ak for help so he can continue the harsh slaps. 

Lo’ak easily slips his arms underneath your knees and pull them wide and up towards your ear so your body is effectively pressed in half. You are completely vulnerable and exposed to the torment and yet your body contradicts itself by releasing more slick that pools down along your red cheeks. Neteyam uses two fingers to gently part your lips and expose your swollen bud.

“Nete, I’m so-”

You are cut off with another smack directly on your clit. Your body jolts but is kept in place by Lo’ak as Neteyam raises an eyebrow at you. 

“I’m sorry, sir!” Your trembling voice quickly corrects. “I won’t do it again I promise!”

“Of course you won’t, babygirl. Not after we’re through with you.” The eldest’s face holds a crooked grin while gently stroking a finger through your swollen folds.  

“How many more?” His ears flick at your quiet question. The brothers lock eyes once more across your shoulder. 

“What do you think, Lo’ak? How many more does our little slut need to behave?” Neteyam tilts his head to the side with a feigned beseeching look as if he has simply asked his brother about the weather; not the fate of your poor cunt. Lo’ak as always is a fan of drawing things out letting the trepidation and anticipation build till you are squirming in his hold. 

Not that the added suspense is needed anyway. You are already a wreck, bent in half with messy hair, ass red and neck full of little love bites and hickies. Your brain works on half power as the mixture of Neteyam and your juices shimmer along your sensitive parts fully only display. The warm breeze rolling over your exposed body only serves as a greater reminder of the compromising position you are in. 

“At least a few more to get her nice and warm.” The vagueness of his response is intentional, effectively leaving the other brother to do as he pleases without restraint. Neteyam takes the invitation without pause.

His hand comes down on your exposed folds and it wrenches a wrangled moan from your lips. It is hard to distinguish the lines between agony and bliss at this point. Either way, the exercise is useless so you surrender yourself to the experience instead.

 Neteyam plays an agonizing game of alternating between working your clit and smacking your cunt within the same breath. Neteyam looks up through eyes glazed over with dark lust to see your pinched up expression and heaving chest panting for air. It sends a thrill through him to see you absolutely fucked out of your mind, no thoughts left but that of pleasure and pain and of course the need to please them. 

“I need you to promise something, babygirl.”

“Y-yes yes I p-promise.” You sputter out before really processing his words. Lo’ak’s dark laugh vibrates against your back. 

“He hasn’t told you what to promise yet, mama. Poor thing can barely form a thought, too cockdrunk.” Lo’ak nips playfully at your pinned back ear but the sensation is drowned out by another spank landing home on your clit. 

“Promise that this cunt belongs to us. Promise that my brother and I get to play with it whenever we please.” 

Lucky for you, this is not a new promise or concept. It takes little thought to swing together a response. 

“It’s all yours! It’s always belonged to you two, sir!” Your heavy eyelids make it difficult to peek through to make eye contact with Neteyam while speaking but the proud look on his face makes the effort worth it. 

“Good girl.” One last smack comes down on your cunt making you mewl pathetically. You scarcely notice when Lo’ak releases your legs and they collapse to the woven marui floor. Despite everything you’ve been through there is still one desire that burns at the front of your brain. 

“L-Lo’ak.” He lets your improper addressing go, seeing how frazzled you are. 

“Yeah mama?” Hot breath tickles your ear. 

“C-can you pl-please…n-need you….” Your tongue seems to work against your best efforts to form a coherent sentence. From his place between your legs Neteyam coos at your destroyed state. 

“You want me to fuck you, mama? Want my cock in your pussy?” You almost sag in relief, knowing that Lo’ak understand your mangled pleas. 

“YES! Pl-please  please need you!” It feels incomplete at this point to only have one of the brother’s seed trickling down your thighs. 

“Don’t worry, mama. Gonna fuck you dumb on my cock.” Lo’ak makes the lewd promise with an angelic voice that contradicts all reason as he presses loving kisses into your curly hair. The brothers make quick work of switching places, your head laying back on Neteyam’s lap while Lo’a settles himself between your legs.  

“You really did a number on her, bro.” Lo’ak bends down and kisses your clit gently. The flesh is hot to the touch and even the smallest sensation makes your toes curl. Neteyam meanwhile busies himself with running his calloused fingertips along the curves of your torso. He revels in seeing the goosebumps that appear beneath his touch and the way your sore nipples harden again with even the slightest breeze. 

Your entrance futters out of sensitivity when Lo’ak’s mushroom tip pushes past the rim. Every ridge and vein is felt against your velvety walls, encasing him eagerly. You are too exhausted to keep your eyes open but the melodic groans that slip past Lo’ak’s lips are ones that you recognize well. His thrusts are smooth and long, making sure to bury into you to the hilt every time. 

His balls slap obscenely against your sore ass while his pelvis causes a delicious burn when coming in contact with the heated flesh of your core. Still, you can tell that Lo’ak is trying to hold back for your sake, seeing how exhausted his yawne is. You are dazzled by your own body’s ability to start working towards its fourth orgasm of the night. The coil wraps even tighter when you dare to watch Lo’ak’s body move through the slits of your barely opened eyes. The dark curves and design of his tattoo beautifully accentuates the sheer power and muscle of his toned hips and lower abs. 

There is a flitter of pride that always surfaces when you see either of the brothers, forest people by birth, sporting the Metkayina traditional tattoos and clothing. In some way it makes them feel even more like yours. Your forest boys turned ocean hunters. 

“So gorgeous, yawne. Taking him so well.” Neteyam’s string of praises soothes your pounding heart as your climax crawls closer and closer. 

“Already got me close, mama, fluttering around me like that.” Lo’ak chimes in through bared teeth. There is no strength left to respond to the words, only a constant spew of obscene noises erupt from you. 

The concept of time is lost on you as your brain only focuses on the overwhelming stimulations racking from your core. It could have been a few minutes or hours but all you know is that when Lo’ak paints your inner walls white with ropes of his cum, your climax follows in suit. 

“Yes! Oh yes mama, just like that!” The symphony of mixed moans and growls rattle in your ears until your orgasm finally stops shaking your bones. 

Your eyes shut immediately, only vaguely aware of the sets of warm hands moving your body. When you manage to take in your surroundings once again you are sandwiched between the two brothers, head on Lo’ak’s chest as Neteyam cleans you with a wet cloth. 

“Did you learn your lesson, babygirl?” Neteyam asks with a soft smile. You have just enough strength to nod your head and send a tired smile back. 

“Go to sleep, yawne.” Lo’ak’s fond chuckle acts as a lullaby that pulls you into the heavy mist of sleep. 

Part 2

[wheneclipsefalls]

Marked

Masterlist        ao3

This one shot is a sequel to Lesson Learned but can be read as a stand alone

Pairing: Neteyam (23) x Metkayina fem reader x Loak (22)

Summary: Neteyam and Lo’ak have many different ways of staking their claim on you. 

Warnings: aged up characters, rough sex, slight degradation, p in v, threesome, dom/sub undertones, spitting, swearing, orgasm denial, possessive behavior, power imbalance, established relationship

Sevin: Pretty        Yawne: Beloved           Tewng: Loincloth

Ocean waves roll against the strong corded muscles of Neteyam’s thighs as he wades out of the salty water. His body aches from the strain and exertion of the hunt but it’s a welcomed feeling. The pleasant hum that tells one that they have  accomplished something, pushed themselves to new limits. Now that his desire for adventure and achievement has been satiated he yearns for a softer pleasure. This instantly has his thoughts turning towards you. 

Beads of ocean water still running down his toned body as he hastily makes his way towards your marui pod. He finds it empty. The lack of Lo’ak’s appearance is sure to be no coincidence so he immediately knows where to find you. On the outskirts of the village he can see Lo’ak’s small pod with the flaps closed and it tells Neteyam everything he needs to know. He is barely within eyesight of the abode before he hears your whining pleas. A smirk curves along his lips, wondering what his brother has gotten you into now. 

Pulling back the flaps, the sight immediately sends blood rushing to his groin. 

Your hands are tied to the headboard by the slim pieces of leather Jake had once taught Lo’ak to make. As Lo’ak licks and feasts at your core devilishly you curse those stupid straps that keep you in place. Part of you wonders if the younger Sully brother requested to make them only for this purpose. The sight of the leather now stirs a concoction of thrill and dread when you see him unwrap them from his forearms. 

Lo’ak is insatiable. Long tongue running up and down your folds and tracing circles till you are practically growling at him. Then, without any warning, he is sucking on your clit, fingers probing at your entrance synchronously. It’s a rush of tantalizing sensations that quickly bring you towards the familiar cliff of climax, only then to have it ripped away in an instant. 

You aren’t sure how long Lo’ak has been edging you, but your core spasms with the need for release. Yet, it is becoming clear with the mischievous satisfaction that twinkles in his golden orbs that this feeling will not be going away anytime soon. 

All of this could have been avoided if you had simply kept your mouth shut. The hungry makeout session underneath the mangrove trees was heading in a direction that you knew would end with him ramming into you without reprieve. You were more than ready for that outcome but it was the consistent drag of his teeth along your neck and fourth mark littered across your collarbone that had pushed you to complain. 

Lo’ak has always been possessive. Truly, both brothers can’t stand the thought of another man touching what belongs to them, but Lo’ak lets out this frustration by marking your body as his…constantly. You’ve been to more meetings and gatherings than you can count that led to wandering eyes observing the primal marks covering your skin. You can’t help but feel slightly embarrassed by the ordeal, always trying to find a way to cover them. This effort is always proven useless however as Lo’ak inevitably finds new places to sink his teeth into. 

In a moment of weakness you brought it up, complaining that his oral fixation always ended in giving you unwanted attention and embarrassment. 

He didn’t take it well.

You should’ve known such comments would bring you to now, where you are writhing beneath him in humiliating desperation with a new line of teeth marks along your curvy hips. 

Your head snaps over to finally see Neteyam, dripping in the entrance of the marui. Hope lights within you like a flame, naively thinking that the older brother will come to your rescue. 

“N-Neteyam!” Your voice grows into a whine as Lo’ak purposely avoids your bundle of nerves again. Still, Neteyam’s gaze is casual, opting to look at his brother instead. “Nete help!”

Lo’ak rolls his eyes at your pathetic little pleas. His tongue flicks at your clit just to enjoy the amusement of seeing your hips jut. 

“Our little yawne thinks she has the right to tell us not to mark her sweet body.” Lo’ak’s distorted explanation rolls off his tongue easily. You quickly go to sputter and correct the information but suddenly two fingers are pressing into your tight heat and the only thing that escapes your soft lips is a gush of air followed by a moan. Lo’ak presses his other hand to your inner thigh, keep you spread open for him. He has to hold back an audible groan at the sound of your tight pussy squelching around his long fingers. 

“Silly babygirl.” Neteyam chuckles before crossing the room, past the spot where you squirm and cry beneath Lo’ak. He starts to dig through various weapons and tools that abide in the corner of Lo’ak’s marui while you try to call for help. 

“You borrowed my spear gun.” He casually tells Lo’ak.

“Yep.” Lo’ak confirms, lips still tickling at your clit and sending a vibration of pleasure through you. 

“Where is it?” Neteyam hums, still digging through the items. You can barely believe your ears as they continue to have a casual conversation as if you are not dripping onto his brother’s face while begging to finally have an orgasm. This isn’t the first time they have done something like this and it gets you wondering if they simply do it to frustrate you further. To show that your pleasure is completely in their hands and can be taken lightly as a form of a sadistic game. 

“Behind the basket, bro.” 

“Nete!” 

Lo’ak’s canines sharply bite your clit. You screech and cry at the pain. 

“When my head is between your thighs you call my name.” Lo’ak’s hisses at you, stern gaze pinning you in place. You can feel your clit throbbing from the small bite but it only fuels your desire to burn hotter until it has become agonizing once again. 

“Yes Lo’ak.” You whimper. He nips at your folds again, reprimanding you. 

“Yes sir.” You correct yourself but you can’t help but feel that he tricked you into answering incorrectly. When he dives back in to assault you with euphoric pleasure Neteyam finally decides to stroll over and set the spear gun to the side. He pets your curls and coos as you moan relentlessly. His long fingers slowly brush along the news marks on your hips, admiring the contrast against your light blue skin. 

Lo’ak’s fingers curl inside of you while his thumb massages your sweet bundle of nerves. It’s enough to have your legs shaking and renewed promises coming from your lips. 

“Sir please! I’ll do anything you want just please let me cum!” You beg, back arching while your hands frantically tug at the binds. 

“Oh yawne, you know how much I love hearing you beg.” Lo’ak draws out while beginning to pump his fingers in and out of your sopping entrance. His other hand comes to leisurely play with your little bundle of nerves, lightly tapping it repetitively till you are close to the edge, then pulling back. You swear he has some sixth sense that tells him when you are about to cum. Sometimes you wish you were better at keeping a poker face but you are putty in the brothers’ hands and you doubt that will change any time soon. 

“Neteyam, he’s being mean.” You whine, pained expression turning to look up at the older brother. 

“Babygirl, you know how much Lo’ak and I like decorating your little body with pretty marks. It seems to me that you were the mean one telling Lo’ak he couldn’t.” Neteyam easily rebuts with a crooked grin. It’s obvious that he does not intend on lending a helping hand and your hope starts to diminish. 

Your little squeak mixes with the lewd squelching sound of Lo’ak’s suddenly removing his fingers from you. He leans back on his haunches, sending you a cocky smile. The loss of sensation has your brain in a frenzy, desperately trying to find some point of contact to ease the burning desires. You push your hips towards him obscenely chasing after Lo’ak’s touch. All it grants you is leisure glide of his fingers between your folds more so for his entertainment than your actual pleasure. 

Before you know it Neteyam is standing up with a pleased sigh and grabbing the spear gun on. Your cerulean eyes watch him warily, stomach dropping as you see him heading towards the exit. He claps a hand on Lo’ak’s shoulder. 

“Seems like you got this, bro.” Neteyam’s comment is only met with an assured nod from Lo’ak before he is strolling out of the marui, leaving you alone to be tormented by the younger Sully. 

Your tewng doesn’t conceal the angry purple marks on your hips no matter how much you shuffle the bands and fabric. Lo’ak leads you towards the fire with a possessive hand to the small of your back. Half the village is gathered together for the small celebratory meal but you can’t focus on any of the festivities with your body clawing for release. 

No matter how hard you begged, pleaded, or promised unimaginable things, Lo’ak was set on edging you without reward. 

Pattering beside him with shaky legs you spot Neteyam lounging on the outskirts of the gathering. Led to the other brother, you are prompted to sit on the eldest Sully’s lap. You obey but not without a short huff and a pout etched on your lips. Trapped in his lap with an arm around your middle Neteyam is unbothered by your pouting state. If anything, he seems to enjoy your adorable expression as Lo’ak’ picks up your feet and places it on his own lap. 

You refuse to say a word as food is passed around and chatter fills the air. The sexual frenzy of hormones racing through your veins sets you into an irritable mood. How is it that you have two fully capable, and drop dead gorgeous, Na’vi males and you’re still sitting there clenching your thighs together like a teenage girl? 

Lo’ak can’t resist running his fingertips occasionally up and and down your calves, even tickling at the bottom of your feet until you are kicking and glaring at him fiercely. The cute scrunch of your nose and angry gaze only eggs him on, a cheeky grin permanently in place. 

“Are you going to stop being a little brat or do I need to fuck that pout off your face?” Despite the amusement in Neteyam’s tone, you know that it is no joke. The sensible part of your brain tells you it is better to behave. It increases the chances of getting to cum at least once tonight, but you are also known for being stubborn. It’s a trait that the brothers enjoy on a good day but a large part of that is due to how fun it is to break that stubborn spirit. To show that after all the glaring, biting, yelling and plotting, you still will end up a whimpering mess promising to be their good little slut. 

However, you are already riding the thin line of Lo’ak’s patience and you know the moment Neteyam sees some real defiance from you, there are bound to be consequences. Consequences that are sure to leave you aching and rutting against your sheets tonight in search of relief. 

“I’ll be good.” You mumble before slotting yourself closer to Neteyam, head pressed against the crook of his neck the way he likes it. The obedience stirs him to trace soothing circles along your back, slowly calming down your racing heart beat. 

The meal continues on smoothly after that. You enjoy the privacy that eclipse brings as the three of you are sat on the edges of the crowd, away from prying eyes. The night air is cool and gentle across your skin as the light slowly shifts to that of bioluminescence. For a moment you think that the worst is over and that the night will end with you entangled between the two happily but one detail throws off the whole trajectory of your plans. 

Aonung stars from across the fire, browline scrunched with a heated gaze that doesn’t dare to leave you. 

You recognize the stare as you have known Aonung your whole life. You spent most of your childhood running into the future Olo’eyktan as you played with Tsireya. There were even times as you got older that both of your parents briefly discussed the possibility of you too mating in the future. All of that of course was long forgotten when the Sully family arrived and the brothers managed to steal your attention away. Truth be told you never imagined yourself with the Metkayina male and you figured he felt the same way but it's obvious that this does not dismiss the injury to his pride. A mate that could’ve been his but is now constantly being felt up by forest boys. 

You pray to Eywa that neither brother notices the penetrating look, even venturing to try and distract each with sweet kisses and random stories from your day.  

Naturally it is Lo’ak who spots it first.

The golden rim sparkles with interest, tugging at one edge of his lips. The crooked smirk hides filthy plots swarming through his brain. He knows how much Aonung disapproves of the relationship but most importantly he recognizes the triumph his brother and him have scored over Aonung, blaringly obvious by the way you nuzzle between the two of them. 

It’s only once Lo’ak’s hand is teasing up the plush of your inner thigh that Neteyam detects the source of the decision. Neteyam tilts his head to the side, braids swinging as he tauntingly stares right back at Aonung. To Aonung’s credit he doesn’t shrink away or avert his eyes. A notion that can be credited to male stubborn pride. 

The wafting tension becomes palpable, stealing the breath from your lungs and tingling across your skin until you’re shifting on Neteyam’s lap. You recognize what is happening, a silent game between the three males. Aonung refuses to look away and Lo’ak eagerly starts to place open mouthed kisses along the heat of your neck. The warmth of his tongue along your pulse is tantalizing and enticing but your thoughts are still clear enough to recognize the embarrassing situation that is coming to unfold itself. The grind of Neteyam’s hard cock beneath your core only sparks your primal desires into a further distraction. 

“Nete-” Sharp teeth at your earlobe cut the sentence short. Your eyes squeeze shut as you try to recall what your objective is. Calloused fingertips begin to slide up your ribcage, daringly getting closer to the shell top along the swell of your breasts. “S-stop he’ll see.” 

“That’s kind of the point, mama.” Lo’ak’s words are complimented by a sharp pinch to one nipple after slipping underneath a shell. A small mewl slips your lips. The heat between your legs is unbearable again and the consuming pleasure of exploring hands and kisses only serve to subdue your mind further into a sexual frenzy. 

“H-he’s future Olo’eyktan maybe we shouldn’t-” Neteyam grips your jaw tightly, forcing you to look back at him. Those golden orbs now harbor ice, relentlessly staring you down with a firm intensity. You gulp, already regretting speaking.

“I don’t see why you should care, babygirl.” You can’t tell if it’s Lo’ak’s or Neteyam’s hand that reaches for your other nipple to abuse it, but the sharp pain has your back arching as you bite your tongue to keep the noises in. “Is he the one filling your sweet pussy every night, making you see stars?” 

“No sir.” The glimmer of stars-like freckles adorning his face are a sharp contrast to the dark shadow covering his features. Neteyam is usually so gentle and sweet, a good counterbalance to Lo’ak’s short temper, but there are moments when you get to see him like this. Rigid and unyielding to anything but absolute acquiescence. It sends a thrill racing to tug at your already pumping heart. 

“Then it shouldn’t matter to you. Isn’t that right, babygirl?” When your eyes start to drop closed due to the teasing at your buds, Neteyam’s grip tightens, fingers digging into your soft cheeks. This startles you back into the present, pulling together some resemblance of a response.

“Y-yes sir. I’m sorry.”

“I don’t know baby, I’m not sure if I believe you.” Neteyam tuts with a feigned sigh.  Lo’ak tugs on both of the hardened nubs simultaneously, pulling a small shriek from your throat. You are too caught up in Neteyam’s piercing features to process the way your hips are rubbing back against him shamelessly. 

“I mean it!” Your small whine becomes more urgent. 

If you were to look over you would see Aonung gripping the edge of his knee painfully, holding himself back from stomping over there to make a scene. Lo’ak occasionally looks back to make sure he is watching and it always results in a wordless brawl of emotions as they try to pin the other down with deadly looks. 

“Then prove it.” Lo’ak chimes in, hot breath fanning over the back of your neck. Your jaw is finally released. You shoot bewildered looks back and forth between the two, trying to understand what conclusion they had already come to. The warm hands beneath your shells disappear and you are maneuvered to straddle Neteyam hips while facing away. Your legs spread wide, allowing the brush of night air to sink past the edges of your loincloth at your heated core. 

Aonung’s features are now clear from across the fire, the only Na’vi intently watching the three of you. Blood rushes to your flushed cheeks. This is so much worse than a few hickeys. 

“Slip your hand in your loincloth, yawne.” Lo’ak’s command has you snapping your neck to stare back at him in shock. He tilts his head with a look that says now is not the time to test them. You are trying to prove you’re sorry, after all. 

With that in mind you shut your eyes and nimbly slip one hand underneath the soft cloth of your tewng. Heat radiates from your core, slick already dripping to your inner thighs. 

“Two fingers along that pussy.” 

There is no other choice but to obey, fingers swiping between your folds. Your cunt is still sensitive and the light brush of your fingers already has your hips bucking shamelessly. 

“Show me.” The younger Sully murmurs darkly. Strings of arousal cover the two fingers and create a lewd line between them. Lo’ak wastes no time, grabbing your wrist and bringing the digits into his mouth. His tongue caresses each inch, stealing every trace of the slick. It’s then that you notice he is staring right back at Aonung, who wears a deep scowl that leaves creased wrinkles along his forehead. 

The shame that would usually riddle your stomach into knots is concealed by the increasing pleasure that you receive from watching Lo’ak clean your fingers, his skilled mouth showing a reflection of what other places his tongue has been put to work. 

Once the brothers deem the show of claim worthy enough, they send Aonung one more look of victory before shifting you to your feet and leading you into the bundle of mangrove trees. You pad along with them thoughtlessly, only focused on the radiating sexual energy coming from the brothers. 

Your forms are concealed enough to be dismissed by the main crowd but a certain onlooker can still make out the silhouettes lit by the moonlight. 

There is not a second given to breathe before lips are attacking your swirling turquoise skin. Neteyam’s hand grips your throat, pushing you back against the bark of the tree. Tongue and teeth dance across your form without reverence. Lo’ak pushes your legs apart to continue suckling at the already present marks to your inner thighs. Your grip on Neteyam’s broad shoulders is borderline painful as you silently beg for the younger brother to move his lips closer to your clothed core. 

“Nete can we please go home? I n-need you inside.” The tremble in your voice is hushed away with a chaste kiss to the lips. 

Neteyam’s response sounds different. The vowels are wider and the concoction of sound only swirls into gibberish in your brain. For a moment you believe that you are already so fucked out that your mind has lost the ability to compute words, but then you notice the way he is looking down at Lo’ak instead of you. Lo’ak too responds with foreign sounds that mean nothing to your ears and that is when you realize the brother are speaking English to one another. 

It’s not the first time they have used this trick. The language barrier proves itself to be a good tool for discussing your torment or pleasure while you remain anxiously unaware. You hate the way your frustration grows at uselessly trying to decipher their conversation, especially when that infamous smirk returns to Lo’ak’s lips. 

“Does our little slut want to be fucked?” Lo’ak coos in a patronizing tone. You rapidly nod your head, dismissing the humiliation of looking so desperate.

“Yes sir! Please need to be fucked, need to be shown my place.” You’re willing to say just about anything at this point to be filled. To finally have the ache in your core blossom into unfathomable euphoria. 

“That’s right, babygirl. Aren’t you lucky to have the two of us teaching you how to be a proper cockslut?” Neteyam rubs his thumb along your pulse, applying just enough pressure to coalesce arousal and trepidation. 

“Y-yes yes thank you.” Your lips chase after the first sight of dark blue skin you see. Your kisses barely reach his cheek as you are still held in place by the firm grip on your neck. 

“How about a deal, mama?” You suddenly notice that Lo’ak is back on his feet, towering over you. You are trapped between the two of them against the tree, only a small window allowing you to see the continuing festival in the distance. A set of hands make quick work of unknotting your loincloth, tossing away the offensive garment. You immediately feel the light breeze along your slick covered petals, reminding you of how vulnerable you are now. 

They lead you towards a stump and Neteyam sits down promptly before pulling you to straddle one of his thighs, facing away from him. You squeak as the majority of your weight now rests on your core against the toned muscle. The pressure is overwhelming in your state so you try to lift yourself off, but Neteyam grips your hips and pulls you back down before you can escape. 

“Not so fast, babygirl.” He chuckles. “Show us how good you can ride my thigh then we will give you what you want.” 

Your bottom lip is trapped between your sharp teeth. This is new territory. You’ve never tried this before and although you are immensely turned on, you begin to worry that this won’t be enough to push you over the edge. 

“Seem like a good deal, mama?” Lo’ak kneels down in front of you, tying his hair back into his infamous ponytail. You go to protest but the words are caught in your throat as Neteyam unexpectedly flexes his thigh. The slight shift of muscle drags against your clit, eliciting a small moan to take the place of your disagreeance. 

“Good girl.” Lo’ak purrs. 

Neteyam’s hands guide you along the smooth skin of his thigh, the effect bringing a wave of pleasure bursting through your core. After not being touched for a few hours, it’s a great relief to have some sort of contact to the sensitive folds. He guides the motion in long strokes, flexing the muscles at random points to hear your moans increase in volume. Lo’ak watches the way your body arches beautifully with every rock of your hips. Eventually seeing the phenomenon is not enough for the younger Sully so he captures your lips in his, loving the way you breath harshly into his mouth. 

Their large hands maneuver your body easily until it is obvious that even on top you are not in control. Neteyam’s thigh is covered in your sweet slick, providing natural lube for your journey along the aqua skin. The wet noises of your pussy mix into a melody with your shaky breaths and squeaky moans. 

“Making such a fucking mess, sevin.” Neteyam’s deep baritone cusps around the back of your neck. Your breath catches when Lo’ak swipes the shells away to greedily cup your breasts. “Wonder what your little admirer would say if he saw you like this. See how desperate you are just to ride my thigh.”

The dirty praises bring another round of sweet whimpers into the air. You had forgotten about Aonung and the shame you felt having the brothers feel you up in public but now that worry has resurfaced into something else, a filthy fantasy you didn’t know you had. Neteyam chuckles darkly at your reaction. His hand wraps around your braid, forcing your neck to crane back, accentuating the dramatic curve of your body. 

“You like that idea, don’t you babygirl?” Your legs are already shaking from the strain of rutting yourself back and forth. The hands digging into your hips are the only things that keep your momentum going. “Want everyone to see what a good little slut you are for us, huh?”

Incoherent noises surface as a response as you feel your orgasm quickly approaching. Tendrils of sensitivity are already lacing your core, the drag of your clit against the hard muscle becoming borderline overwhelming. A sharp slap to your ass has your eyes snapping open to the scene again.

“Neteyam asked you a question, mama. Don’t be rude.” Lo’ak reprimands you. 

“Y-yes sir, I do.” You whimper. Neteyam finally releases your braid. Your head spins as you are back to facing forward. The trees seem to curve and morph into the night sky, dark edges becoming thicker around your vision.

“Ah ah ah hang in there, mama. Don’t go passing out on us.” Lo’ak gently pats your cheek, bringing your vision back into focus. “We just started after all.” He chuckles. 

The pace picks up, strong hands digging into your soft sides to keep you going. Any thought outside of your need to cum drifts away, only leaving enough mental energy to chase your oncoming high. Words of encouragement ring in your ears, even though your body has become pliant as Neteyam and Lo’ak do the work. The familiar tightening sensation in your stomach returns but this time with the hope of release. 

“Come on, babygirl. Cum all over my thigh. Give it to me.” Neteyam’s dark growl is feral and enough to bring sweet euphoria to the front of your mind. Your body convulses and shakes seemingly down to your very bones as you decorate his thigh with your release. The forced rocking motion draws your climax out until you are whimpering and trying to escape the oversensitivity. 

Strong arms slip around your waist, pulling you back flush against Neteyam’s chest. The simple motion against your core has another whimper surfacing. You can feel the strings of cum and arousal connecting your core to his thigh lewdly. 

“Good girl. What a pretty mess you are.” The thick timber of his voice anchors you in the moment, the only sensation your overwhelmed nerves can focus on. It takes a few moments for your pleasure-addled brain to rejuvenate, finally remembering where you are. Your lazy vision drags along the scene until spotting the glowing flames from the festival past the trees. The crowd has moved on from eating to dancing and weaving intricate songs of drums and vocals. 

You wonder if the noise was enough to drown out your climactic screams. 

There is a loss of heat when you are gently handed off to Lo’ak. Your protests are short lived when you regain the comfort in his arms instead. Sitting on the younger Sully’s lap you can see the clear shimmer along Neteyam’s thigh. 

“Why don’t you help Neteyam out and clean up your mess, mama?” Lo’ak whispers the command cloaked as a suggestion in your ear. 

Neteyam watches with glowing hooded eyes as the flat of your tongue dances across his skin. You can taste your own juices but the real pleasure comes from tracing the lines and curves of his toned muscles. Regardless of whether or not you have sufficiently cleaned him up you start to focus on worshiping his body instead. You hungrily lace his inner thighs with open mouthed kisses that have him twitching. Small hands explore the expanse of his legs and thighs, no efforts to conceal your lust. 

A hummed groan releases into the air and you are unsure of which brother it came from but it spurs you on anyway. Neteyam is gracious enough to allow you to leave a few small hickeys along his inner thighs. However, when you try to focus your efforts on the bulge in his loincloth he stops you. Gentle fingers twist in your hair, guiding you to look up at him.

Your pout has returned. 

“But you sai-”

Lo’ak’s fingers spreading your folds cut off the sentence abruptly, rough pad of his forefingers finding your clit quickly. He rubs the sensitive bundle of nerves slowly. Watching the way your already puffy clit shrivels at the touch. 

“We said we’d give you what you want, mama, but you have to trust us. Good girls don’t act greedy.” The words barely register in your brain when two of his fingers slip into your heat. Neteyam chuckles and pets at your hair as you are limp against his thigh. Lo’ak doesn’t start slow, knowing you are already warmed up enough as it is. The tips of fingers mercilessly rub against your g spot until you are trembling. 

The combination brings up memories of Lo’ak tormenting you earlier that day.

Afraid of a repeat, you scramble to get ahead of the situation.

“Lo’ak! Please sir, can I have your cock?! B-been thinking about it all day I need it!” The words tumble out of your mouth as you strain to press your body back against him. The movement allows him to reach a new angle with his fingers. Your face pinches together in bliss, ignoring the humiliation that comes from the position you are in. 

“Aw yawne, you’re already cockdrunk? Can’t have you suffering now can we?” His feigned caring tone only lasts for a moment before you can feel the head of his cock sliding across your petals. More pleas leave your lips but they are unnecessary when he starts to slip past the rim. The stretch of your walls around his thick length is overwhelming. 

Lo’ak’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he finally manages to sheath himself fully in your tight cunt. The way your heat hugs him so perfectly has him already longing to rut into you without mercy. When he sees the pure bliss that laces your features his self control snaps and an unbreakable pace begins. 

Neteyam cradles your face in his hands, watching every flicker of emotion in your expression. You take each thrust obediently, pushing your hips backwards to provide better access. Neteyam revels in the sight of you. Pliant between them as Lo’ak fucks into you brutally. When tears trail from the corners of your blue eyes, Neteyam coos and wipes them away with the pad of his thumb. He takes a mental picture of your wrecked state, body trembling and overwhelmed, hair a tangled mess and cheeks wet with tears. And yet you still take more. 

Always the perfect girl for them. 

“Open.” Dark blue fingers tap your cheeks. Eyes barely fluttering open, you wrench your jaw apart and stick your pink tongue out. Neteyam spits into your open mouth, the substance landing on your tongue. You swallow the spit eagerly, another tangible reminder of his claim on you. Knowing the drill, you present your tongue to prove you’ve swallowed. Your stomach flutters at the look of pride Neteyam gives you. 

Soon the sound of Lo’ak’s pelvis colliding with your ass is mixed with your screechy moans. They hover above the other chants and calls of the celebration. 

“Sh babygirl. I know you want everyone to know how good his cock feels but we shouldn’t disturb their fun.”

In the midst of thrusting Lo’ak manages to grasp your discarded loincloth and throw it to his older brother. Neteyam is quick to understand the meaning while you are absolutely delirious and pleasure drunk between them. When Neteyam tells you to open your mouth once more you become excited, thinking he will spit in it again or better yet, finally let you suck him off. A shocked whine vibrates from your throat when soft balled up fabric is forced into your mouth instead. 

Your tongue pushes at the fabric, trying to get it out. Seeing the struggle, Lo’ak plants his pelvis to your ass before reaching forward to force the fabric back into your mouth. Your curly hair bounces with the shake of your head, earning a sharp pinch to one of your nipples. 

“What’s wrong, mama? Though you liked taking it from both ends.” Lo’ak’s teasing makes you whimper and pout around the gag, a sight that Neteyam gleefully enjoys. He mentally curses himself for not bringing the polaroid camera he stole from the lab. He knows that this view would provide a perfect shot to add to his little collection of you. In his eyes, you never look more beautiful than when you are on your knees between his legs, lidded eyes barely showing your blown out pupils. 

You stop fighting the gag, giving in to the blissful stretch and stroking of Lo’ak’s member inside your pussy. It’s hard to think about anything else, especially when Neteyam takes away the task of even holding your head up. His large hands are warm against your soaked cheeks and those amber eyes send goosebumps along your skin. 

When fingers trail around your hip and back to your clit, you start to come undone. Your lips stretch around the fabric, gaping to try and form muffled words. Although none of it is close to coherent, Lo’ak can tell from the way you grip his cock what you are trying to communicate. 

“I’m right behind you, sevin. Don’t hold back.” The younger Sully grunts shifting to get a deeper angle. Your ears drop backwards as the all consuming sensation takes you over again. “Damn!” Lo’ak grits out between sharp teeth as you almost painfully squeeze around him. 

The climax takes everything out of you. Your muscles burn and your core now aches in a new way. You collapse against them, letting Lo’ak use your pussy to chase his own high. The night air feels harsh in your lungs as it comes in small steam through your nose. The loincloth is drenched in your own saliva, small strings slipping past the corners of your mouth. 

“Taking me so well, mama. Look so pretty.” Your heart siezes with the sweet praises from the younger brother and its the motivation you need to hang on. When the familiar warm ropes of seed paint your inner walls, a wave of relief washes over you. The filling of your womb is somehow comforting, a sweet partner to the gentle trace of Lo’ak’s fingertips on your bare back. 

The window swallows your whimper of protest when Lo’ak slips out. You are held between them when finally the cloth is taken out, a line of saliva connecting it to your swollen lips. You preen when Neteyam leans down and presses a chaste kiss to those lips. He carefully unties the shell top from around your torso, helping you to get more comfortable. It is only when he is leaning forward to do so that you notice the outline of his aching cock in his loincloth, reminding you of your original objective. 

“Neteyam,” He looks down to see your head resting sweetly along his inner thigh, voice breathy and sincere. “I want it.” 

Neteyam sighs, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I don’t know, sevin. You’ve already almost passed out once. Let’s not push it.” 

Lo’ak snorts, before rolling his eyes. 

“Bro, you’re too soft.” Neteyam's soft gaze sharpens into a glare that is directed at his brother. Lo’ak doesn’t so much as flinch. “She’s literally asking for it. You really gonna say no to that face?” He squishes your cheeks together and puts on his own mocking pout as you both look up at him. Were it a circumstance where your brain isn’t morphed by post orgasmic bliss you might have laughed at the scowl that crosses Neteyam’s features at the teasing. Now, you can only bat your eyelashes up at him sleepily.

“Shut up and let her go.” Neteyam snaps, batting Lo’ak’s hands away. “Come here, babygirl.” 

It’s clear his resolve has crumbled but you don’t give him the chance to change his mind. Trembling fingers undo his loincloth and eagerly toss it away. His length slaps softly against his stomach, obviously aroused from the turn of events. It baffles you to think that Neteyam was willing to let himself go unattended to, worrying about your well being instead.

This realization ignites a determination to take care of him. To bring him the same euphoric pleasure he is so willing to give you. 

Neteyam shuts his eyes as you leave sweet kisses and kitten licks along the shaft and head. His cock twitches, bringing a sleepy but triumphant grin to your lips. Although your jaw aches and sleep tugs at the back of your eyes, you push through and wrap your lips around the head. You can feel the deep rumble that comes from his chest when you finally sink down till your nose is pressed to his navel. 

It’s not an easy fit. Your throat contracts around the girth and your gag reflex is already on the brink of acting up. Still, the heavenly moan that trickles from his lips is reward enough. 

You gag around his length, forcing yourself to go up and down in smooth strokes. The ache in your cheeks from holllowing them only increases as his hips start to buck up into your mouth. It’s clear that he’s been on the edge for a while now. Every time the head of his cock hits the back of your throat, your heavy eyelids threaten to droop closed. 

“Not sleepy time yet, babygirl.” Neteyam chuckles, patting your cheeks to signal your eyes to open. 

Neteyam gets lost in your glassy eyes, kept open and looking up at him by sheer will. You’re always so obedient for him. Doing everything in your power to bring him pleasure even when your little body can barely take the strain. This cacophony of thought mixed with the tight convulsing around him is what pushes him over the edge. 

You choke in surprise when white ropes of cum sputter into your mouth. Lo’ak is quick to hold your head down so none of Neteyam’s seed is lost. Barely hanging onto consciousness, you manage to swallow down the sticky substance. 

The night air is filled with the mixture of yours and Neteyam harsh breathing, his thumb pushing any lost cum past your lips. Fucked out beyond repair, you don’t try to fight it when Lo’ak collects you in his arms. His shoulder acts as a good pillow as you snuggle into the crook of his neck. Sweet praises drift into the last grasps you have on reality. 

Unbeknownst to you, the brothers spot a figure at the edge of the trees, his eyes caught on the sleeping form in the younger Sully’s arms. 

Aonung

“Hey cuz.” Lo’ak smirks.

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If Only… You Were A Good Girl: Episode I

Neteyam X Na’vi reader

⛔️minors DO NOT interact⛔️

Comment: This was requested MONTHS back and I lost inspiration. I changed it a bit so I’m sorry if it isn’t what anon wanted. I hope you like it.

Plot: Neteyam, who’s always calm cool and collected. Cannot stand the woman he has to train. He isn’t a person filled with hate but there’s something about reader that he just cannot stand. One night while drunk, his true feelings emerge. Leaving reader confused and helpless.

Warnings: dom Neteyam, sub reader, mean neteyam (I know I’m sorry 🥲) groping, angst, verbal argument. Drunk Neteyam

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You lived a simple life. The days were filled with strenuous tasks and duties. Your parents kept you busy most of the time. Conditioning you to be a wife, a mother and the clan's healer (Tsahik). By the end of your days you were exhausted - and the only thing that made your mind go silent. Was the presence of your training partner.

Neteyam.

Of course in a perfect world you two would have been great friends. Almost too close for a man and a woman. If only it weren't for his profound hatred towards you. Regardless of his constant, and not so subtle apathy, he was always kind.

Just like any other day, you mosey your way to the training center. Swinging your bow around playfully, with no regard for its heavy wood and sharp arrows. Smiling and waving at your fellow peers as you make your way to training.

From a distance, Neteyam could hear that annoying gut wrenching giggle. The laughter that shook him to the core when he realized it was you coming. He turns his head in your direction, watching with a grimace as you swung your weapon around. The sight of you made his blood boil. He couldn't stand the sound, the sight, or even the smell of you. He even went as far as attempting to find you another trainer - but you insisted, using his father as ammunition the second he tried to train dump you.

Seemingly unaware of the eyes that were on you, you continued to mingle. Conversing with your good friends as you stopped for a moment. Your friend Ka’ani pulling you in for a hug the second you stopped to talk to her.

“My sweet girl.. How's training going?” Ka’ani says. Letting go of her hold on you.

“It's… going” you nodded your head awkwardly. Sucking your bottom lip as you watched her cross her arms over her chest, flashing you a questioning look. There was one thing about your best friend that you couldn't deny. And that was the fact that you could never get anything past her. You stayed silent for a moment, the tension from your shoulders relaxing the more she attempted to coax the truth out of you, with just one look. You huff, looking around before leaning in to whisper to her.

“He hates me, '' you say. Leaning back and folding your arms. Anxiously tapping your foot as you await her reply.

Her once cold and questioning look quickly turned into a sly grin, her fangs poking through as her smirk turned into a side smile. You shove her shoulder.

“Don't look at me like that Ani.. I’m serious”

“He does not hate you”

“That's easy for you to say, you've never even heard the way he speaks to me” your face began to pout. Your hand coming up to lazily graze your face in exaggeration.

“It's like I’m a pest, buzzing around him while he swats me away. It's embarrassing”

“You're being dramatic, have you ever tried ‘talking’ to him? She steps closer to whisper.

“Everytime I see you with him, you turn all stupid and forget how to speak,” she laughs, poking your belly. But you didn't find any of this funny. You had the biggest crush on Neteyam and you couldn't even speak to him properly without getting nervous.

“I wanna see you try to seduce him.. It's like beating a dead hor-”

A throat cleared behind you. Your body jolted as if someone pressed an electrified rod to your spine. You knew that gruff, you could recognize that sound anywhere. It was the sound you heard ten times a day when you messed something up and he was too standoffish to use his words as a means of correcting you.

Your eyes bore into Ka’ani’s. As she stands across from you with the biggest, shit eating grin in existence. You rolled your eyes at her before closing them and mustering up the courage to turn your body around. Despite your reluctance you did so, slowly turning to him, your eyes moving eerily slow as you looked up at his face.

“Nete- “ he held his hand up, stopping your greeting right in its tracks. You sealed your lips instantly. Lowering your head as you prepare to get scolded.

“Training is 1400 every day, not 1401.. Not even 1402. So.. mind explaining to me why you're here instead of in line?” his voice was cold. Just like it usually was. Nothing more and nothing less. His face is even more unforgiving. His brows gathered together in the center of his face, his lips pressed tight in a thin line. You couldn't help but to hold eye contact as you tried to search for a proper excuse and not one that may land you thirty laps around the training yard.

“I’m sorry Neteyam. I got distracted, it won't happen again” your voice was shaky. Lacking confidence. One of your many traits that he couldn't stand. He needed a strong woman who knew how to use her words. Someone who was assertive and collected. To him, you were pathetic and weak. Just another person he got stuck training.

“It's Karyu (teacher) to you.. Understood?” the base in his voice made you question whether or not you actually liked this man. There was no reason for him to be so rude. Nonetheless you respected him. Afterall he was five years your senior - which was enough for him to have seniority over you.

Your back straightens as you stand at attention.

“Yes Karyu.. My mistake” the air around you was thick. His presence was uninviting and cold as usual. You wanted to crawl up into a ball and disappear - because in this moment there was nothing worse than the guy you have feelings for, scolding you like a child.

“Thirty laps for being late.. And ten more for addressing me by my name” his voice was low. Low enough only for the three of you to have heard. And to prevent any further punishment, you looked him straight in the face nodding your head in response. Without even saying goodbye to Ka’ani, showing your respects (i see you) to Neteyam and walking away, making your way to the training center.

Neteyam stood watching you with a scowl on his face, biting back insults as you walked away. His mind clouded as it battled with itself on whether or not he was too harsh. He didn't particularly like you - this was true. But he wasn't a mean person and he couldn't understand why everything about you made his spine itch.

He folded his arms over his chest, palming himself in the face. Before he could walk away he was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. He turns to see Ka’ani glaring at him and for a second he thought he was going to get hit.

“You know she likes you right?” she says. Stepping closer to him as she looks him up and down with disgust.

“She doesn't even sleep, she stays up late to train '' she walks closer to him, poking him in the chest with her three fingers.

“All to impress… you”

Neteyam’s mouth hung open. Flabbergasted by what he just heard. He knew that you acted strange around him but never in a million years did he think it was because you had a one-sided crush on him. In a way he was flattered and repulsed at the same time. He was your teacher, your mentor. Not someone that you were supposed to have a crush on. The thoughts in his head made him sound ridiculous. There was no way to have a ‘proper’ crush on someone. It was either you did or you didn't.

He snapped out of it quickly. Shaking his head free of his intrusive and disturbing thoughts.

“Yeah.. sure she does” he says to Ka’ani before walking away abruptly. Giving her no chance to bite back.

–

You did your laps in silence. The previous encounter with Neteyam playing over and over in your head. What was it about you that pissed him off so much? You wish you knew, so that when the time was right, you could fix it. Your mind was like a battle in itself because why should it be your responsibility to fix something when you don't even know what's wrong. It didn't seem fair, all you did was do everything that was asked of you. Especially when it comes to Neteyam. Just like your parents, you were very scared to disappoint him, something you did daily without even realizing it.

“Six more! Let's go!” he shouts at you as you pass him. You rolled your eyes, picking up the speed of your feet with more vigor. This time your laps filled with hatred for him as you pushed your body to the edge of breaking down.

Neteyam watched from afar, studying your form and being harsh with his critiques.

“Back straight! You're slacking!”

“Pick up your feet! Knees to chest! Knees to chest!”

“Come on! This is pathetic, my grandma can run circles around you!”

The last snide remark was it for you. You ignored his constant attempt at humiliating you and stood on the far end of the field to breathe. Placing your hands on your hips as your chest expanded and collapsed with the little air that you had left. Neteyams' brows furrowed, growing more impatient with you.

“Who said it was break time! Keep running!”

Your head spun with insults. Trying with everything in you not to snap.

“I'm exhausted! You never make the other warriors do this kind of punishment! So why is it always me?!” your voice was shaky, lacking confidence as usual and like any other time, this didn't sit well with Neteyam. Without another word he was making his way across the field. His long legs moving his body with ease - as if he were floating across the grass. Before you knew it, he was standing in front of you with a scowl on his face. His shoulders and neck are already sweating from his trip to you. You stepped back a little, his large build making you more nervous than you were before.

“Did I say you could stop?” His voice was low and sinister. He had no intentions to take it easy on you.

You hang your head, too defeated to fight back.

“N-no bu-”

“If I hear another excuse out of you.. That's another thirty laps”

Tears began to form in your eyes, at this moment, you reached your breaking point. All of those insults gave you the ammunition that you needed to finally stand your ground.

“No one else in this training group obeys you the way I do, I go home… every night to train and practice so that I'm even remotely close to competing against you. To your standards no less. I haven't had a proper meal.. Or .. or a good nights rest due to the panic attacks I have about the next thing I’m going to fuck up. So excuse me Karyu if I'm a little tired and checked out!”

The once timid and sweet y/n was replaced with a tired warrior who just wanted rest and to stop the constant nagging and subtle bullying from the person you looked up to the most.

“I'll speak with your father tomorrow, take me off your case and work under Lo’ak. I dont think its good for either of us to continue down this road”

For a moment, Neteyams mind raced with all the wonderful thoughts of not having to train you and see you every day. But in the same instance, he felt hurt, as if there were a better option than him to train you - which was impossible considering he was the best warrior in the entire clan. His grimace quickly turned into a frown, unbeknownst to him. He couldn't think of anyone else training you. Anyone in his clan for that matter. It was almost like some strange sense of ownership. You were his to train. But he didn't protest.

“If that's what you wish. But I promise you won't make it close in rank”

He quickly turned away from you, leaving you where you were standing. Alone and cold. Your bones, shivering as if you were the one being dumped. When in fact it was the other way around. With all the pent up emotions that you held back, it was no surprise when the tears began to fall down your face. You just wanted to understand what it was that he hated about you so much. Even after all this, it wasn't even worth knowing at this point and you just hoped that you only had to see him in passing from now on.

Your day ended with you packing up your training gear, walking to your home alone in the dark. That was after you sat in the training center, alone and crying on your own. Hot steamy tears falling down your face, your cheeks red and chapped from the cold night air. You didn't even attempt to muffle your cries. Who cares if anyone heard you, you were hurt and had every reason to sit and mourn a relationship you knew you'd never have. Things were just better this way.

Getting up off the cold wet grass, you make your way home. Squinting your eyes so they adjusted to the night sky. Your head fell back as you admired the clouds and the moons that circled pandora. Struggling to keep your eyes open, the crying making you exhausted. For a moment, you were lost in your own thoughts. The silent cries that played over in your head like a record. Tugging at your heart - way more than what you could handle.

Letting out a loud sigh, you enter the deepest part of the forest. The part where the moon's light didn’t touch. Where the flora of the world had to light up your path, atokirina (seeds of the sacred tree) floating all around you as if they had a purpose - specifically for you. Your pace slowed, one of the seeds floating right in front of you. Now stopping you in your tracks. With your hand outstretched, it lands in the palm of your hand. Its tendrils dance softly on the flat of your hand.

“Hello” you say softly. Attempting a half smile as its light dances in your eyes.

But amidst your one minute of peace, you heard a loud thud in the distance, your head turning sharply in the direction that it came. You may not have been too skilled in combat but you were good with a bow. You drop your hand quickly, arming yourself and aiming for whatever it was.

The tip of your arrow scanned the forest, you got down on one knee. Being as discreet as possible. You moved your arrow slowly, looking for what it could have been, suddenly hearing a groan, possibly from a man, but you couldn't tell in the dark.

“Come out! Before I shoot!” you shout. Fear running through your veins. You didn't know the first thing about whatever - whoever it was behind the bushes. And since you've never been in a real combat fight, you weren't even sure if you had it in you to win. But you would die trying.

Just then a large figure, much larger than yours, stumbles out from behind the bush. You pull back on your bow string, ready to let loose. That is until the person stands to their feet, their long hair falling lazily over their shoulders. The dim light from the plants revealing who it was.

“Neteyam?” you say, shaking your head to quickly correct yourself. “Karyu? What are you doing out here?”

You lower your weapon, walking over to him as he stumbled on his feet. Mumbling something under his breath. As you got closer, you got a strong whiff of alcohol. Covering your nose with the nook of your elbow.

“My god.. Are you drunk?” It was more of a statement than a question. It was obvious that he was drunk. This also wasn't like him. He was someone that was perfectly poised. Not someone who over indulges in a beverage such as alcohol.

“Karyu..” you repeat. Placing your hand under his armpit to keep him steady. His head thrashed as he moaned and groaned. His eyes half lidded as he looked down at the ground.

You shook your head in disappointment. Wrapping your arm around his waist to steady him.

“Come on. Time to go” you began to move, only taking one step before he stopped you. Shoving you away from him, stumbling on drunk feet as he stands up straight to look you square in your face.

“D-don’t touch me.. I don't want you touching me” he says drunkenly.

Your demeanor went cold quick.

“My pleasure, who cares if you freeze out here. Only someone stupid drinks this much and wanders into the woods alone.” You turn to walk away, your feet slapping the cold hard ground.

Neteyam quickly realizes his mistake, catching you by the arm before you get too far.

“y-you .. you can't leave me out here alone” he says. Slurring his words before losing his balance and falling into you. But you shove him off of you, just like he did to you.

“Get off me… you..” you pause.

“You asshole!”

The name snaps Neteyam out of his funk for a moment. His brows raise in surprise having never heard such a word come out of your mouth.

“Did you just curse at me?” he says. His voice firm as if he were never drunk in the first place but the hiccup that came out of his throat quickly blew his cover.

You step closer to him, but keeping enough distance so he wouldn't touch you again.

“I sure did,” you say. Raising your chin high. “You've been nothing but nasty to me, it's the least you deserve. now .. good luck finding your way out of here” you turned away, performing another feeble attempt to leave. Only this time. He moves in front of you, stopping you right in your tracks. You moved to the side, only for him to mimic your movements. Doing so again when you moved to the other side. You huff, glaring at him.

“Move” you demand.

He sneers at you, a smug and drunk smile plastered on his face.

“You think just because I'm drunk, I don't realize that you're disrespecting me?” He steps closer to you. His muscles under his armpits were so well conditioned that his arms hung outwards at his sides. Nowhere close to touching his waist. You say nothing, trying to hide the fact that his size intimidates you.

“You think because I'm drunk that I can't take you down right now?” he growls. Taking another step closer to you. He causes you to stumble back, losing your footing for a moment. He can see your confidence falter, continuing to move forward until you're backed up into a tree.

“You think I won't show you who's boss right here?” His voice was low and gruff. He knew what he was doing. On top of the alcohol tainting his judgment. You gulp hard as he towers over you. Averting your gaze from him. But not for long before he hooks his finger under your chin, forcing you to look at him. His pupils were large and blown out - that of a predator. And just as if it were perfect timing, the wind blew, creating goosebumps on your skin and sending a chill down your spine, causing you to visibly shiver. He chuckles, lowering his head to whisper in your ear.

“Show me that attitude again and i'll show you what's up” his breath was hot against your ear. Feeling nauseous as you've never been this close to him. You hadn't even noticed your breath pick up. Breathing heavily out of anxiety and arousal. This man was the worst and yet you were melting right below him, as if you were completely prepared to surrender to him.

Your silence didn't sit right with him. So he had to turn up the heat. His hand reached above you, planting his palm against the tree. The hand that held your chin now traveling down the center of your chest. You watched his hand move slowly, almost mortified as you watched his hand hook the fabric under your top, ripping it from your body. You stood frozen under him. Closing your eyes as you were too scared to look at his face.

“What..isn't this what you've been fantasizing about?” his hand didn't stop. Slowly moving to your belly, gliding over your belly button as he stared beams into your face. Letting out a soft, sinister laugh as he saw your eyes still screwed shut.

“Haven't you dreamed of me touching you like this?” he whispers, his face getting closer to yours. The smell of alcohol, strong on his breath.

“Tell me you want me to tear this up and I will” his hand now reached your aching pussy, already soaked. He could feel your wetness through your cloth, causing him to suck in a sharp breath through his clenched teeth.

“See , already wet for me” he squeezed your mound gently. Forcing a moan out of you. Your eyes shot open. Finally looking him in the eye, ready for him to take you. Right here. Out in the open.

“Tell me” he whispers. Leaning in to place a soft kiss on top of each one of your exposed breasts.

You opened your mouth but no sound came out.

“Come on” he squeezed you harder. A low moan coming out of his chest. His already hard and growing bulge pressing against your thigh.

“I-I” you stutter. Breathing heavily. The pressure from his hand on your pussy causing your slick to leak down your thighs.

“Say it..” he demands. Biting the flesh of your breasts, hard enough to draw a little bit of blood. When he pulls back to look at you, your dark blood trickling down his chin. His tongue swiping over his bottom lip to lick it clean.

“P-please” you beg, your tone of voice as low as a whimper.

“Please..” you beg again.

He smiles down at you before pulling away. Stepping a few steps back. The distance in between you two, having you ready to pounce on him. He shakes his head, adjusting his hard cock under his loincloth before wiping your blood off of his chin with the back of his hand.

“Maybe you should have been a good girl and I would have given you what you wanted,” he says. You stumble towards him, wanting nothing more but to have him. But he steps back, half turning his body from you. He holds his hand up to you. Stopping you where you stood.

“Move another inch and you’ll never know what it feels like”

And just like he ordered, you stood still. Looking almost pathetic as you stood there topless with your pussy dripping onto the soft moss beneath you. Pooling at your feet.

For a second he catches a glimpse of it, biting his lower lip.

“Good girl” he says before turning to walk away. Leaving you once again. Alone in the forest.

But this time he left you wanting him, aroused and on the verge of exploding.

If only… you were a good girl.

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