Heat 3
Heat Part 3
Pairings: Na’vi Reader (23) x Lo’ak (20) x Neteyam (24)
Warnings: MDNI (Minors Do Not Interact)
Contains: Oral, vaginal penetration, anal penetration, rough sex, double penetration (DP)
The onset of your fever after your last rendezvous with the older Sully brother blurred everything that followed into a haze. You vaguely remembered the boys supporting your weight, each holding one of your arms as the heat consuming your body intensified. Every step became harder than the last.
Fragments of memory surfaced through the delirium. Jake Sully's voice, low and calm, speaking words you couldn't quite make out. The unmistakable feeling of strong arms lifting you effortlessly. You barely registered clinging to him as he secured you against his chest before mounting his ikran. The rush of wind against your burning skin faded into darkness as your consciousness slipped away again.
The fever refused to break. It clawed through your body with unnatural intensity, leaving you aching in ways you couldn't explain. Deep down, instinct whispered that you needed another release, yet even the thought of moving felt impossible. Your heat wasn't supposed to return so soon. It was completely out of cycle, and you had no idea why.
When you finally awoke, your skin was damp with sweat. Your fever had vanished.
Blinking against the soft light filtering through the woven walls, you realized you weren't in your own marui. The scents surrounding you were unfamiliar—wood smoke, leather, medicinal herbs, and something distinctly masculine. The hammock beneath you wasn't yours, and a cool, damp cloth rested across your forehead while another had been draped over your body.
Slowly, you pushed yourself upright, your muscles weak but no longer burning. Your eyes wandered around the unfamiliar space, searching for anything recognizable, trying to piece together how you had ended up here. The last thing you truly remembered was Jake's voice... and then nothing.
A familiar voice echoed through the marui. You jolted upright, the cool, damp cloth slipping from your sweat-soaked body and pooling in your lap. A sharp gasp escaped your lips as your eyes dropped to yourself.
You weren't wearing the clothes you had collapsed in. Instead, you had been changed into a fresh loincloth and a loose woven wrap draped carefully across your shoulders. Your skin was clean, though still slightly damp from where someone had wiped away the feverish sweat. The realization sent heat rushing to your face.
Someone had undressed you.
Your pulse quickened as your gaze darted around the unfamiliar marui, searching for the source of the voice. Every instinct screamed for answers, yet your mind still felt clouded from the fever.
"Easy," the voice said again, softer this time. "Do not try to stand just yet."
"Jake?"
"No," the voice replied. "It's Neteyam."
Your head turned sharply toward the entrance. Neteyam stood in the doorway, one shoulder resting against the woven frame of the marui. His posture was relaxed, but his golden eyes remained fixed on you, studying your every movement.
"Where am I?" you asked, your throat dry. "How long have I been here?"
"You've been here for a few days."
Your stomach dropped. "A few days?"
He nodded. "This is one of our family's secluded marui. We come here whenever we need to be away from the village."
You looked around again, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. "Why didn't you take me home?"
For a long moment, Neteyam said nothing. Then the corner of his mouth lifted into the faintest smile. "And where's the fun in that?"
Your eyes widened. "What?"
Before he could answer, another familiar face appeared from behind his shoulder. "Don't listen to him." Lo'ak stepped into the marui with an easy grin, folding his arms across his chest. "We both looked after you."
"Lo'ak..."
"You kept trying to leave every few hours," he said with a chuckle. "Didn't matter how high your fever got."
Heat crept into your cheeks. "I... don't remember."
"We know." Neteyam finally pushed himself away from the doorway and walked farther inside. Every step was slow and measured until he stopped beside your hammock. "You weren't yourself," he said quietly. "The fever came too fast."
Lo'ak's smile faded into something more serious. "We've never seen anything like it."
Your heartbeat quickened. "What happened to me?"
The brothers exchanged a glance. It was brief, but unmistakable. They knew something. Something they weren't telling you.
"You'll have questions," Neteyam admitted.
"And we'll answer them," Lo'ak added.
"Or..." Neteyam smirked, closing the distance between you in a few quick strides. "Help jog your memory."
Your brows furrowed. Your heat—it was gone. That wasn't possible. Your cycles always lasted close to a week, yet if they were telling the truth, it had ended in barely a day. Slowly, your gaze drifted downward. Faint bruises circled your wrists. Dark marks bloomed along your collarbone and the tops of your shoulders. Your entire body ached, every muscle sore as though you'd spent days running through the forest. A knot formed in your stomach.
"What... happened?"
"You know, [Y/N]..." Neteyam said quietly. "You're very difficult to keep up with when you're in your heat."
Before you could react, his hand slid into your hair, gently but firmly threading through the strands to pull you toward him, and his lips crashed against yours.
A startled gasp escaped you, but the moment his mouth met yours, the spark ignited. The taste of him triggered a violent rush of memory that hit you like a tidal wave. The phantom sensation of being completely filled returned all at once, shattering the darkness in your mind. Suddenly, you weren’t sitting in the quiet marui anymore—you were back in the sweat-soaked heat of the storm.
~~~~~~~
Jake Sully had landed in the village with you barely conscious against him, the two brothers following closely behind on their ikrans.
"She needs somewhere quiet," Jake said, already knowing something was wrong. Your heat had come unexpectedly, and with the hunting party needing guidance again, he didn't have time to stay.
Lo'ak and Neteyam exchanged a quick glance. "The old marui," Neteyam suggested. "It'll be better for her there."
Jake hesitated, but only for a moment. They all knew bringing you back to the village would mean questions, whispers, and too many curious eyes. The hunting party hadn't heard what happened through the comms—the signal had been lost due to the distance—but once they returned, there would be gossip. You were the only female in the hunting party. They knew the whispers would come; some would question your place among them, while others would see your condition as a weakness, as proof that you did not belong. Neither of the brothers wanted you to face that.
"Look after her."
"Of course," Lo'ak replied, hiding the small grin that tugged at his lips. They weren't lying. You would be looked after.
You vaguely remembered stumbling into the marui, barely holding yourself together as another wave of your heat overtook you. Your body burned, your head spun, and the familiar ache in your stomach returned with a force that made it hard to stand.
"I need water..." you managed to whisper.
The brothers immediately sobered. They knew the seriousness of what was happening. A heat this intense, combined with such a high fever, could become dangerous—leading to weakness, confusion, or worse if left untreated.
"Let's take her to the stream by the marui," Lo'ak suggested.
"Not yet," Neteyam replied firmly. "We need to clean her up first. We need to take care of her properly."
Lo'ak looked at him, annoyed. "What do you think I'm trying to do?"
You barely heard them. Your hand caught the edge of the wall as you tried to steady yourself, your breathing becoming uneven as your strength faded.
"Take advantage of her?" Neteyam said sharply.
Lo'ak's expression darkened. "I'm not the one who—" He stopped himself, frustration flashing across his face. "You're the one turning this into something it isn't."
The tension between them grew heavier. Neither noticed how you struggled behind them, overwhelmed and exhausted, caught between the pain of your fever and the confusion of their argument.
"Stop..." you whispered, your voice barely audible.
Both brothers turned immediately.
You stood there in all your glory. I’m too hot. I can’t take it anymore. You pressed your legs together, feeling the heat building between them as a slick moisture trailed down your skin. Your pheromones were spiking again; within seconds, your scent would completely fill the room and overwhelm them.
You walked right up to them, stepping directly between Lo'ak and Neteyam. Facing Lo'ak, your backside grazed against Neteyam’s loincloth. Neteyam watched you intently but didn’t move an inch—it felt like he was holding his breath.
You smiled sheepishly. "I want you," you gasped, not expecting the words to actually leave your mouth.
Leaning in for a kiss, you felt Neteyam stiffen against you, trying his best to resist the urge to touch you right then. You grabbed his hands, placing one over your breast and the other right between your thighs, humming in deep satisfaction when he finally allowed his fingers to roam. Pulling away from the kiss, you let his lips trace a path down your neck. You tilted your head back to look up at Neteyam hovering over you, a sudden wave of possessiveness washing across his face.
You smiled softly. "Don’t worry, I want you too."
Leaning back into him, you ground your hips against his length while your hands pulled Lo'ak down for a deep kiss. Reaching behind yourself, you slipped your hand beneath Neteyam's loincloth to grip him, making him gasp.
"That's it, boys," you whispered seductively. "Don't argue. Don't fight. Just help me through this."
You were entirely consumed by the sensations. Before long, Lo'ak was kneading your breasts, taking one of your nipples into his mouth as his tongue flickered over it, moving back and forth between them. Meanwhile, Neteyam’s hands were busy below; one was rubbing your clit while his other hand fingered you. You threw your head back, taking it all in. Neteyam’s mouth hovered over yours, fighting to be dominant, and you found yourself leaning into him even more as his fingers worked fiercely inside you, curling tightly to hit your sweet spot. Your breath hitched, your inner walls clenching tightly around Neteyam’s two fingers, and you moaned louder, letting them know just how close you were.
Lo'ak looked up at you. "I wanna taste you again," he said with a smirk. "Hold her up, Neteyam."
In one swift movement, Neteyam lifted you up. Still facing Lo'ak, your knees hung over Neteyam's forearms as he held your legs wide, exposing you completely to his brother.
"Oh my god," you whispered, watching Lo'ak lower his head.
His tongue began to flicker against your pulsating clit while his fingers inserted deep inside you, thrusting rhythmically. Neteyam buried his mouth against your neck while firmly holding you up, his rigid length pressing hard against your lower back. When Lo'ak suddenly pulled away, you cried out for him to continue.
Hearing your plea, Lo'ak leaned back in to pick up the pace. You felt Neteyam chuckle, the vibration of his laugh rumbling against your back. "Look how needy you are, [Y/N]."
Your hips bucked forward, rolling your weight right into Lo'ak’s mouth. Your hands gripped tightly onto Neteyam’s arms and Lo'ak’s hair, pushing yourself closer. You began to shake as your screams and moans grew louder, completely out of breath.
"Make me cum, Lo'ak!" you screamed, pressing down harder.
You could feel him smiling against your skin as your climax exploded all over his face. But that didn’t stop him. Lo'ak continued, drinking you in as you overwound, and when you took a quick, breathless glance down, you saw him already stroking his own length, getting ready for what was next.
You barely had time to catch your breath before you took control. Looking directly at Neteyam, you wrapped your arms around his neck. "Put me down," you gasped out, your voice leaving no room for argument. "But don't you dare stop. Turn me around. I want to face you."
Neteyam complied instantly, lowering your feet to the ground only to lift you right back up so you were facing him, your thighs wrapping tightly around his hips. He hovered you right over his rigid length, his breath hitching as he waited for your command.
You didn't make him wait. You reached back, grabbing Lo'ak by the back of his neck and pulling him close so he was right behind you. Looking Neteyam dead in the eye, you arched your back and deliberately spread your cheeks, presenting yourself completely to Lo'ak.
"I want it," you begged, your voice thick with heat and desperate longing. "Right there. Both of you, now. Don't make me wait."
It wasn't their idea—it was entirely yours, and the sheer dominance of your demand left them completely breathless.
You were already dripping wet from your own juices and Lo'ak’s saliva. Neteyam looked surprised by your sudden dominance, but his expression quickly shifted into sheer eagerness to have you again. He gripped your waist tightly, flinging your legs over his elbows as he hovered over you, lining himself up.
"What are you waiting for?" you demanded, breathless.
That was all the invitation he needed. Neteyam plunged mercilessly into you. After just three deep strokes, you leaned back, reaching blindly for Lo'ak.
"Put it in my ass," you ordered him, your voice straining with desire.
Lo'ak spat onto his hand, slicking his fingers before pushing them inside you to stretch you out. You groaned at the bittersweet, sharp, yet deeply pleasurable sensation. Once you were ready, he positioned his tip against your opening and pushed inside, stretching you completely as he plunged deep.
You screamed out, a mix of intense moans and gasps escaping your lips. Your fingers clawed fiercely into Neteyam’s shoulders as you threw your head back. Lo'ak leaned forward, his mouth latching onto your neck, both brothers moving in perfect sync to claim you as you took them both at once.
You were completely full, stretched to your limit, and every movement they made sent electric shocks radiating through your core. Neteyam’s pace was heavy, his eyes locked onto yours, unblinking and dark with possessiveness, while Lo'ak moved with a frantic, desperate energy from behind, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave marks.
"Look at me," Neteyam growled, his voice rough and vibrating against your chest. He bucked upward, meeting you stroke for stroke, his rhythm perfectly synced with Lo'ak’s.
Your head fell back against Neteyam’s shoulder, your voice caught somewhere between a sob and a scream. You were drowning in them. Every time they thrust in unison, your vision tunneled. You could feel the tension vibrating through them, the way their muscles corded under your fingers as they neared their own breaking point.
"Don't you dare stop," you gasped, your body twitching, your inner muscles clamping down on both of them, milking them, driving them closer to the edge.
Lo'ak groaned, a guttural, primal sound that tore through the room as he increased his speed, his head dipping to nuzzle into the crook of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. "You're so tight, [Y/N]... so damn tight," he breathed, his voice cracking with the strain of holding back.
Neteyam didn't speak, but his movements told you everything—he was losing control. His hands slid down to grasp your thighs, pulling you flush against him so there was no space left. You felt the dangerous, delicious spike of their desire, the way their bodies went rigid.
You were vibrating, hovering right on the edge of a massive, shattering climax, your body liquid and primed. You could feel them both coiled like springs, their endurance failing as they surged into you harder, faster, their breaths ragged and hitching in time with your own.
"Take it," you choked out, pressing your hips back into them, begging for the final, shattering collision. "Give it all to me."
They broke.
The command was the final thread snapping their restraint. Lo'ak let out a low, ragged growl from behind you, his hands locking onto your hip bones with a bruising grip as his pace turned completely feral. He drove into you over and over, his chest slamming against your back with every heavy, frantic thrust.
In front of you, Neteyam’s composure shattered entirely. His pupils were completely blown out, his jaw clenched so hard the muscles in his neck strained. He bucked upward with a primal, unrelenting force, his hips crashing against yours in perfect, devastating opposition to his brother. You were caught in the crossfire of their synchronized desperation, your body completely overwhelmed by the dual friction stretching you to your absolute limit.
"I'm coming—[Y/N], I'm gonna—" Lo'ak choked out, his voice raw and breathless against the skin of your shoulder.
Your inner walls spasmed violently, clamping down around both of them in a series of intense, involuntary pulses. That deep, milking warmth was the point of no return. Neteyam let out a guttural shout, his fingers digging into your thighs as his entire body went rigid.
With a final, deeply buried thrust, Neteyam pulsed hard inside you, filling you with his thick, searing heat. A fraction of a second later, Lo'ak gave one last, desperate push, his body trembling violently against your back as he flooded your other entrance, his release hot and heavy.
The double wave of warmth filling you from both sides triggered your own shattering climax. You threw your head back, a loud, breathless cry tearing from your throat as your vision went white. Your core convulsed around them, riding the wave of the intense, pulsing release as the three of you melted together, completely spent.
~~~~~~
The sheer, overwhelming force of that shared release echoed in your mind like thunder, the phantom sensation of their heat and the memory of your own white-hot climax making your breath catch in the present.
The flashback shattered. You remembered. You remembered everything.
The fever hadn't just made you delirious; it had unlocked a wild, insatiable dominance inside you. It wasn't their idea to push boundaries. You had demanded it. You had controlled them. You had begged for both of them, taken them both at once, and driven them to the absolute edge until they broke inside you.
You stumbled backward the moment Neteyam pulled away from the kiss, your fingers flying to your burning lips. Your chest heaved as you stared at him, your pupils completely blown out and your face flushed crimson as the sheer weight of what you had done rushed over you.
Neteyam stepped back from you slightly, stopping right at the edge of the hammock. He loomed over you just like he had in the heat of the storm, his eyes tracking the rapid pulse fluttering at the base of your throat. He knew the kiss had worked. He knew you remembered every single detail.
Beside him, Lo'ak stepped forward, his easy grin sharpening into a predatory smirk. The lazy atmosphere of the marui vanished, replaced instantly by a heavy, suffocating tension.
"From the look on your face," Lo'ak murmured, his voice dropping an octave, rough and laced with the exact same gravelly tone from your memory, "I'd say your memory is fully jogged."
Neteyam didn't back down. He reached down to let the back of his long knuckles trail lightly along your jawline, his skin sending a jolt of pure electricity through your body.
"We told you that you were difficult to keep up with," Neteyam whispered, his voice thick with a lingering, dangerous possessiveness. "But we never said we wanted you to stop."
Lo'ak stepped up right behind his brother, his gaze burning through the loose wrap draped over your shoulders, his hands resting on his hips as he looked down at you. "The fever might be gone, [Y/N]... but we've been waiting days for you to wake up properly."
They stood over you, completely synchronized, their expressions heavy with a raw, lingering desire that proved the memory wasn't just a dream. They weren't just checking on you anymore. They were hungrily waiting to see if you were going to take control again.