Description: Your mate does not react kindly when you are taken from him by an old foe. Alternate AU where the Omatikaya took the place of the Mangkwan.
Content Warnings: A LOT, torture, kidnapping, arguing, This couple has commited heinus crimes. Reader and Jake are lowkey giving Harley Quinn and Joker.
Author's note: Hehe, this was so fun to write! Thank you @lejardinfleur for beta reading again! Based from this request!
Junebug's Jake Sully Writing Event Prompt(s): Mangkwan Jake, Grumpy x Sunshine, “Who did this to you?”, and Quaritch holds reader hostage
“He will break each bone in your body and feed your flesh to Toruk. If you believe in Eywa, you may want to start praying,” you smiled widely up at the reborn Colonel as you sat on your knees. It had been 15 years since you had seen Quaritch, but you preferred when the men you killed stayed dead.
“If he can get me, then he’s welcome to,” he said, not facing you as his eyes searched the sky for any hint of movement.
You struggled against the orange handcuffs that bound your wrists behind your back. “I will make a note of your cooperation,” you answered sarcastically.
“I would appreciate it, Mrs. Sully,” he chuckled, not taking your promise seriously.
“Your funeral,” you muttered.
The formerly old man had his goons tie you to a stake in the ground when he captured you. The setting sun beat down mercilessly and you were thankful for the layer of ash and paint on your skin to protect you from being burned, although sometimes you did enjoy the sting.
“How long will it take him to get here?” Quaritch asked, finally tearing his eyes away from the horizon to look at you.
You smiled, resembling a palulukan, your fangs glinting in the dying light. “Can you not feel the stillness? He is here already,” you informed him. The group of recombinant soldiers shifted around nervously, eyes searching the air for any sign of Toruk Makto.
“You’re shittin’ me,” Quaritch called what he thought was your bluff and the words made you giggle.
“I would not dream of it,” you answered calmly.
A screech from the East made all of the Avatar soldiers lift their guns and spin around to face the sound. Simultaneously, an ikran screamed in the opposite direction.
“If you said your prayers boys, your goddess did not hear you.” You beamed at the sign of salvation. The calvary had come. The sound of beating wings filled the air all around you as the Omatikaya descended from the sky.
Shots rang out as the recoms aimed their weapons at your clan when the thump thump thump of large wings were heard. Directly overhead, Toruk fell towards you, ash and smoke billowing out from behind him. You cackled at the sight, giddy elation bubbling up in your chest.
Jake came down from above the group, swooping low and plucking Quaritch up with toruk’s claws. The Colonel’s terrified face deeply satisfied you after he had thoroughly ruined your day. Stealing an innocent girl while she collected herbs in the mountains was just rude.
Quaritch screamed and hollered to be put down and Jake granted his wish. He landed Toruk without letting the Colonel go, causing him to lay prone on the ground as his arms were pinned under the beast.
You took the moment of chaos to get ahead. You swiveled your feet out from under you and kicked the knees of the closest person. The woman buckled and fell to the rock, ash puffing up around her when she made impact. She rolled over immediately, but you kicked her again, this time in the face. Her skull hit the rocks and her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
Out of the corner of your eye, you could see when Jake dismounted, spitting on the ground in front of Quaritch as he passed, but otherwise not stopping as he made his way to you.
Around you, soldiers were getting plucked up by ikran and were disappearing into the now inky black sky. You kept low, not wanting to get caught in the cross fire. You maneuvered your hands under your legs so that the handcuffs now sat at the front of your body.
The few Recombanants that were left grouped together, all shooting at the sky, not noticing the Olo’eyktan of the Omatikaya stalking towards them. Red feathers streamed behind him, attached to his mohawk of braids. Over his eyes sat a leather rider's mask with nantang teeth sticking out of the top. A dozen, small metal hoops surrounded the shell of each of his ears and below them hung an ikran fang. They both swayed as he walked.
Paint and ash covered him from head to toe. A vertical red stripe went down half his face, ending at a point at the tip of his nose. Ash covered the surrounding skin, while a black line ran horizontal over his eyes. Red ran from his jawline down to his shoulders, forming an upside down triangle over his chest. You had painted it on his skin this morning.
He held up his own gun, firing it at the avatars who were picked off quickly. When one ran at him from the side, he unsheathed his knife and plunged it into the man's throat, twisting it so that the man died instantly. He fell like a sack of meat.
“I knew you would come, Ma’Jake,” you smiled lovingly up at your husband as he took out his knife and flicked off the blood.
“Of course I came, baby. Are you okay? Did they touch you?” he asked, crouching down to press the blade of his knife over the handcuffs. The orange material snapped at the pressure.
He checked over your body for injuries, before he helped you stand, immediately pulling you in for an embrace. “I’m good, now that you are here,” you said, laying your head on his chest as you wrapped your arms around his middle.
He pulled away, noticing a discrepancy in your face. “No you’re not, who did this?” he took your chin in his other hand and angled your face to see smudged paint. The revealed skin underneath was purple rather than blue.
You rolled your eyes, forgetting what had happened when they captured you. “Oh yeah, the Colonel was not too happy to see me. I suppose he found out I was the one who killed him last time,” you shrugged.
“He hit you?” Jake seethed, fangs bared.
You nodded, but smiled. “Do not worry, Ma’ Jake. I promised him that you would give him a slow death,” you drawled, batting your eyelashes at your husband.
“Sounds good to me. Whatever you want, baby,” he smiled wickedly, grabbing your hand and tugging you towards Toruk.
“Ma’ Olo’ektan,” Tsu’tey called, dismounting from his ikran as he greeted his friend. “Other than the Colonel, they have all been slain, except for one, a coward that fled into the mountains. Neytiri is hunting him down as we speak.”
“Tsahik, we are glad to see you are safe,” Tsu'tey added.
He bowed his head to you, hair drifting over his shoulder at the action. His paint was perfectly lined, as always. He was known to have a meticulous eye for it. Red was slathered across his chest and down the center of his face. His skin was also covered in self-inflicted scars across his shoulders, one for each of the fallen that died in the fires. A wooden faux claw perched on a necklace, carved from the wood of Hometree.
“Thank you for coming to save me,” you smiled at your husband's advisor and the clan’s most fearsome warrior.
“Very good, Tsu’tey.” Jake nodded, clapping a hand on his back as you passed by, heading towards the hostage.
“Jake,” the Colonel called from under Toruk’s grip. The Great Leonopteryx huffed at the pitiful sound. “We knew each other once. I tried to help you,” he begged and it brought joy to your heart to see him be the one who was scared.
After he destroyed Hometree and set fire to the forest, there was nothing left but ash and smoke. The fires burned for weeks and your people were forced to rebuild a life from nothing.
When Jake set down on the ground as Toruk Makto, a new leader emerged. He set up a camp among the rubble with you by his side. The Omatikaya hit supply lines and cargo shipments. You stole guns and medicine and metal weapons.
The Omatikaya had survived when Eywa had forsaken you and left you to rot. But Quaritch had been the one to order for your home to be blown to ash, the fault laid equally with him.
“You never helped me. You set me up for failure,” Jake hissed. “You never expected me to survive, but here I am, Miles. I am stronger than you, smarter than you. You set me on fire and I emerged from the ashes.”
“Please, Jake, we have guns, weapons. We can make a deal.” Quaritch begged from the dirt.
“I have those. What else do you have to trade me? Blue jeans and lite beer?” Jake snorted. “No, I’ll make my own deal. I’m gonna continue to make raids, taking from the humans a fraction of what they took from us. But one day, we will come at you like a storm that never ends, we will kill every last human on Pandora, starting with you.”
“We were both Marines, you would kill a brother in arms?” Miles scoffed, but it was desperate.
“Yeah, I would. Especially one that hit my woman.” Jake stepped closer to Quaritch, and Toruk stepped away, releasing him from the hold.
Jake yanked the man up by his vest until his feet were on the ground. “I think I’ll send a message to the skypeople. Baby, what do you think about his hide strung up on the outside of Hell’s Gate?” Jake asked over his shoulder, iron fists still hiking the colonel in the air.
“I like it…” you smiled, but thought more, “And maybe something written in his blood, what should it say, Miles?” You asked, walking around to his back and yanking on his tail hard.
He hissed at the pain, but did not speak.
“She asked you a question,” Jake growled.
“It is okay, I will come up with something good,” you smiled, circling around again behind Jake, stopping behind his shoulder. “Deal with him, remember the promise I made,” You whispered in his ear, eyes on Quaritch as he grimaced at hearing his fate.
You traced a hand down Jake’s back and he grinned, shivering slightly at the contact. “Oh, I remember. Go clean up, baby. I got it from here,” he replied, dropping the Colonel on the rocky ground.
You turned and sauntered away to find a ride back to camp. “Be back before dinner,” you ordered over your shoulder.
“Yes ma’am,” he hummed as he took his axe out of his belt.
As he cleaved the axe downward, you heard Quaritch’s scream of pain and the sick crunch of bone, retribution for the suffering you had endured, a repayment of sorts. The Omatikaya people cheered around you, laughing and whooping as the blue colonel died his slow death.
Read on AO3 | Main Masterlist | “Steady yourself. The forest is your home; it will not reject you.” ── Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk’itan, Ch II
summary: When Neteyam finds you on the battlefield, a Mangkwan; injured, he decides against killing you.
tags/warnings: 18+, aged-up characters, forbidden love, slow burn, enemies to lovers, injury, mentions of blood, au where neteyam did not die, suggestive, mentions of mating and tsaheylu, mutual pining, he falls first (sorta), denial on your part, soft neteyam, tags will be added in the future
a/n: omg i'm so excited to share this one. i've been working on it for a while and though the first chapter might feel a little slow, give it a chance! the next chapters are from the reader's pov. this story follows the beginning of avatar fire and ash, except the children are a little older here (which also means tuk’s a teenager), and neteyam did not d!e. i may or may not be inspired by forbidden friendship from the how to train your dragon soundtrack while writing this.
Could you write a Miles Quaritch x Na’vi!fem reader fic, where she’s Varangs shy/sweet twin sister (smut maybe?? Only if your comfortable!!”
—The manager for the insanes
GENRE: Fluff || Smut
WORDS FROM RXSIL: "Thank you so much!!! I heard someone"
WARNINGS: Unorthodox rough na'vi sex because Quaritch and Mangkwan reader...? NSFW content, MDNI. Varang being a soft yet sadistic sister to reader. Injury from a palulukan attack. Mentions of birth, blood, burning. Reader is gentler version of Varang? Not entirely compliant with request, I'm sorry for that. Degradation. Fingering. Groping. Grinding. Finger-sucking (is that a thing?). Spanking. Tail pulling. Doggy (?). Praising. Choking. Kuru pulling. Breeding Kink. Might have some mistakes or the smut might not be good.
SYNOPSIS: "Varang, the epitome to Mangkwan's ideals..she was also a sister, unfortunately. A sister who she barely let out of her sight, It always goes according to Varang's wishes. But now? The pink-skin in na'vi body who joined was ready to skip any boundaries and get the shy sister in his arms!"
VOCABULARY: -
|| Tsahìk: spiritual leader || Olo'eykte: chieftain || kuru: neural-tendril system || pa'li: direhorse || Toruk Makto: toruk-rider || uniltìranyu: dreamwalker/avatar || tsmuke: sister || Oel Ngati Kameie: I see you || syuratan: bioluminescence || Eywa'eveng: Na'vi name for Pandora meaning 'Eywa's child' || Ayhìgokx: Trash/Dirt people || tweng: loincloth ||
DURATION・・・・・8.8K
Warmth and purity of fire is worshipped by Mangkwan almost as much as they worship their Tsahìk AND Olo'eykte, Varang. Ruthless and ran by her strong, tyrannical, iron fist, Mangkwan do not dare to step out of line with their leader. Considering she has no worries killing anyone off, including having poisoned her own father to gain the position.
This was added on by the fact around 50% of the clan was not, in fact, Mangkwan by birth. Most are captured Olangi, Tlalim, Tayrangi, Aranahe and other clan na'vi who wandered a bit too far and got captured. True Mangkwans tend to not be alive for long with their sacrificial-to-their-cause demeanor.
Hence, Mangkwans who have been alive the longest, the oldest and the most closest to Varang happened to know one special fact about their leader: she had a younger sister.
The sister who she clung to like a fucking vine.
Most have never seen her, most never get to. You were almost never allowed outside the yurt belonging to the Tsahìk-Olo'eykte. Varang was..she never cared for family all that much. She had killed your elder sister, but you? She kept you around like she always used to, when you were young.
Before the accident.
Somehow, she still managed some form of feelings and emotions in her heart, some form of care. Only for you, though. Only for you. You'd accepted not being allowed outside, it was just life and you'd rather not anyway. The Mangkwan outside were no less brutal. You'd rather not see the cruel, brutal and bloody lives they led, you'd much rather have the softer aftermath of it all, benefit of it all without the guilt on your consciousness. It's how you survive.
That is, until your sister's newest recruit, an uniltìranyu who brought your clans weapon of thunder and fire. Loud and burning which your sister adored, even if she did not let you touch them for your safety. You still bore in your mind how you met the man your sister called Quaritch.
Hah...what a vrrtep he was. You remembered your sister talking about him to you many times, how he was a soldier who promised weapons of thunder for the clan to bring their domination to all of Eywa'eveng.
The day you met the dreamwalker had also been one of interest and point of concise alliance. Though, you knew your dead mother wouldn't have approved of it.
Not that Varang cared with how easily she killed your father and elder sister, she only seemed to love you. One of the elders said it came from the fact after your birth, your father had happened to be busy so your weakened mother had immediately handed you to Varang.
Varang, small as could be, had been told to remove her beaded top as she held you against her chest, rubbing your back to calm you down. She hadn't been the na'vi she was now, she didn't like pain or fire nor did she revel in sadism. She was a gentle soul once, but promising warrior for her clan. Her eyes would sparkle, they especially did while she held you against her. Bare flesh to flesh.
You'd been so tiny, so trusting to her. Her bare flesh against your thin and tender one, your tail swishing. You cried against your sister's skin and took your first breathe. Your elder sister had claimed you looked like a 'shrivelled' fruit, which Varang had not appreciated. You and her had become two phases of the same moon.
Sometimes you still saw the sister who carried you in her arms around the forests to hunt the swamp creatures while you were strapped in a carrier against her back. But that was rare, only when she was excited. It came out for the first time in a while when she told you about the uniltìranyu that day.
A bright morning and Varang had been administering and teaching you to make a basic salve, one which would burn less for you and you only. That is when you heard a loud, almost excited war cry which made both you simultaneously whip your heads up and towards the entrance flap of the yurt.
Varang hummed, stroking your cheek and pinching your cheek roughly before crouching and crawling into a stand. She moved like a wave, you wondered how your sister did that.
Her hands gently pushed her knives onto the sheath on her back, pushing the yurt's flap pouring in a sheen and sliver of sunlight, which you habitually avoided, shifting and crawling backwards on your palms and feet. You had grown the habit to avoid sunlight or any light from outside, being inside so long.
Your eyes were more used to the fireplace inside than the sun outside, hence you'd been rather rendered useless through your vision by your sister's insistence to keep you to herself and your own safety net being in the yurt rather than being an active member of Mangkwan. You heard your sister's approval humming and words.
It is only after a bit, did she re-enter and shot her eyes towards you, "Clean and stay good, we have a new...guest," she hummed, her sharp eyes glancing behind her as she strode in while you gathered the beads, turning to fix your own hair while Varang hummed, smiling at you. Her hand brushing past your hand, in a very subtle manner of love.
A guest? Seriously..since when did Mangkwan have guests?
But your words stayed in your mouth when in-strode a..uniltìranyu. You've only ever heard of those creatures, the Toruk Makto was one of those. Your sister called this uniltìranyu a guest..?
You didn't think she'd bring him inside, she trusted him that much? To see YOU?! Hah! You almost felt disgusted seeing the man, no one can put their eyes on you like that!
Your sister said so and you believed her!
But your eyes scanned the creature up and down, your palms flat alongside your heels as if you crouched like a predator. He wore no shirt, but long pants and something strapped across his body, a large..metal thing.
Those were poisonou–....according to Eywa.
But you didn't listen to that thought, more busy scanning him to ponder what sort of creature he was. All while his tail swished when he caught his eyes on you,
"You didn't tell me you had some toy, sweetheart," he hummed in that weird way in a weird language mixed with the one you spoke yourself. Varang turned, realising what the uniltìranyu meant, and hissed loudly, "Eyes OFF," she pushed him back.
The man grinned, his tail swishing and cropped off ear twitching, hands raised as if he surrendered.
You felt a satisfaction hum in your chest with your sister's protection, your tail waggling before you stood up. Varang hummed, gently pushing you back to keep distance between the uniltìranyu and you, "Quaa-ritch, this is my tsmuke," Varang hummed, her tail wrapped subconsciously around your thigh, "Speak." she demanded to you.
You scoffed, but still gently motioned with your hands, "Oel Ngati Kameie." Quaritch hummed, returning the gesture. You snorted at how awkwardly wrong-right it was, but ignored it as you shifted away. Varang hummed, turning to chart her raid plans or something and gently tugging him closer by the strap of that metal thing. You silently looked at them, tail swaying in interest of the dreamwalker.
"You keep an eye out for us, don't you?" Varang hummed. Quaa-ritch—was that his name?—smirked silently, while his eyes turned to you, "Hell yea, sweets. Your sister, is she? Guess I have two women to serve," he smirked, scanning you up and down.
You hissed a little bit, but Varang hummed, "Hm. She is a soft heart, soft foot and soft palmed one. She has not fought nor experienced the purity like you or I–"
Varang slid close, tugging you close by your waist to her with a fond grin which almost looked unusual to the dreamwalker, judging by how his eyes widened slightly and one of those furry things above his eye rose. You copied subconsciously what would be muscle on your own clean face, but then only rolled your eyes,
"I do not need any such protection or servitude," You huffed, tail swaying but getting caught with your sister's, which wrapped tightly around yours.
"Quiet, do not speak nonsense or lies to me, tsmuke. I know what you are." She scoffed a little, tugging your ear as your ear twitched. Your eyes still trained angrily upon the man, when he stepped close. Offering a five-fingered hand to you, "Miles Quaritch, sweetcheeks," he hummed, confidently.
Most never had confidence around you or ever around Varang. Mangkwan, while more animal than na'vi, had understanding and never smiled more than necessary. Why would you with such a life? But seeing this dreamwalker who spoke in his broken na'vi? He seemed so much more..endearing with his confidence, like a pet acting strong infront of it's owner before it's leash is pulled to make it submit.
It still held strength in your mind while you thought firmly of it. Today was another morning, another day of preparation for raids. But preparation wasn't entirely lead by Varang's hand, so she had time which she was using by being uncharacteristically domestically.
Varang sat behind you, silently and very gently-roughly tugging your braids open to braid new bone beads in them. Newly made with bone skeletal outsides and amber encasing blood of some poor na'vi girl who she had just killed a few hours back. She was a particularly rowdy and strong girl. Cutting her kuru was a achievement in it's own right.
Varang hummed, "I cut her," she explained, voice firm but hands uncharacteristically fond of you. You silently hummed, pulling your knees to your chest, "Her kuru bled strong, I made these from her blood. You'd be strong too, yes?" she hummed, tilting her head and making her necklace gently click against her clothing.
"I would, if you ever let me walk," you whispered back, but she gently tugged your head back by pinching your ear. In response, you hissed back at her. Loudly. None would dare.
Varang scoffed a laugh, her grin spreading as the ashen from the fireplace smoked the yurt in that sensorily heavy way, "See? You're no different from a scared pa'li. Quiet." She hummed, letting go of your ear. Your ear twitched and a quirk borne through her lips.
'like a child's'
She hummed to herself, folding her knees beneath her, tail swishing gently and making rustling on the beaded mat, the mat stinging under your knees and calves, digging in your flesh. A way to produce pain. No matter how much she loved you, no way were you escaping Mangkwan traditions and customs.
Varang gently placed the beads, but braiding roughly and tightly making you grunt, "Your hands work like stone, have you no heart?" you winced back, squeezing your eyes shut in pain. Varang rolled her eyes, "You have no backbone, no thirst to prove. You're still like HER child, grow up." she hummed, but didn't mean it cruelly. More so like a mother worried her kid was growing stunted.
You knew who she meant by 'her'..
Eywa.
You never spoke of her again after the mountain spewed fire. After Eywa turned her back and never responded. You knew better than to do it, not infront of Varang. You loved her, but did not ever want to face her wrath or sadistic demeanor which she already inflicted on others. You liked her subtle care and fondness, you loved your sister in the only way you know how.
You were going to respond with a quip somewhere along the lines of, 'yes, well–'. That is when a familiar squawk of ikran came to Varang's ears. She immediately looked up, her beads clicking gently. Her palms gently and quickly braiding one last bead without a hint of fond, gentle sadism she inflicted on you before she stood up fluidly.
Immediately, you crawled back to not let the sunlight against your skin. Your sister grinned brightly and manically at the sight of the man you'd come to know. Quaritch strode in, followed by his right-hand—who you later learnt was Lyle. Quaritch's arm was slashed and back and face busted.
Looks like someone faced some consequences.
Varang smiled manically, as if your sister would recount how she could make those wounds pain more while letting Quaritch in. But she hissed the moment Lyle took a step even close, "Wha–?" Lyle barely got a look at you as Quaritch covered you with his body,
"Out, Lyle."
"Ugh–come on..fuckin' local tails and–" he muttered off while Varang walked closer. Quaritch slumping down on the beaded mat before groaning at the tough beads digging in his skin, "Ugh, sugar. You can't put some softer fuckin' mats in here? Those other na'vi do." he groaned.
You rolled your eyes, Varang scoffed in tandem with you. "It is small pain, it's helpful. It's pure," she said simply, grabbing salves and balms from a hanging metal and amber holder and gently putting them down on the mat near the fireplace, just enough to warm some of them up.
Her fingers dipped into flesh when she grabbed Quaritch's arm, pulling him up and roughly scanning his wounds with a hum. Gathering some blood and purposefully being rough, she gently hummed, smelling it, "How did you get injured?" she asked firmly, but curious.
You crawled close, ears twitching while you tilted your head and scanned Quaritch's wound yourself, "Those stupid thanators..Fuck, you didn't tell me those roamed here–AGH!" he groaned louder when Varang grinned and pressed her fingers deeper when she tightened her grin around his bicep, into the wound. "The Sky-man defeated by an animal? How...Interesting." she grinned.
"Let go of me–shit!" Quaritch wrangled his arm out of Varang's grip while she rolled her eyes, "You fucking sadistic woman. You like ruining people's wounds worse or something?" He hissed. Knowing varang, she probably did. Varang hummed, turning to gently swat him with her tail while he groaned, mumbling a pathetic excuse of an apology which Varang wouldn't have accepted from anyone else. But she found this asshole enjoyable. You were silently watching with a smirk before Varang was, again, turning to you, motioning for you to check the salves and warming up medicine. You nodded, snorting at Miles' reaction but grabbed one of the vials.
Your fingers dipped in gently, gathering a little on your last finger, checking the temperature by pressing it against your thumb. feeling the sting, you bit down on your lip with an approving hum, "Warmed," you told your sister. Varang gently sat down, fixing your hair and gathering supplies, when she finished gathering the supplies.
You began arranging them for her while she sat back watching you, her hand gently on the back of your leg, stroking for minimal casual comfort to herself.
After you finished arranging it. You moved to do something else, "Stay." Your sister demanded, gently tugging your kuru forward and stroking it across her palms. You looked at her, tail waggling before you shifted back closer.
Letting your sister gently tugging you to sit beside her, your chin hooked on her shoulder as she gently snuggled her cheek against your face–your temple and eye admiring the amber flames, the paint of blood ruined against the bead of the mat since Quaritch kept squirming in discomfort.
Quaritch gently stumbled close, crossing his legs and shifting close. The fireplace blazed loudly and high. Animalistic and brutal, much like the wielders of it.
The only source of light you've had permanently since you were..what? Seven? The sun was unreliable source of warmth and light with how close Varang kept you, you were practically stuck in this yurt, never stepping out unless absolutely desperate or at dead night with Varang to accompany you.
Varang hummed, a grin on her lips as she pulled a long strip of gauze. She and Quaritch talked about plans and simple conversations, you didn't think your sister could actually speak normally and not about carnage, blood, corruption, etc. with someone other than you. But she seemed to actually treat this Quaritch with equality. Something your sister didn't have aside from you, the only one who she considered equal to her.
Varang was busying herself with her plans, her eyes working over some salves, balms and medicine she worked on simultaneously while speaking. Miles' eyes moved to yours. Your eyes gazing at the fire, cheek squished against your sister's jaw and round golden eyes and despite the half-done braids, Varang tucked them gently with a thin chain carved out of bones.
Glow of the blazing fire warming up your skin and your syuratan glowing brighter. Varang tugged you closer against her, her hand gently stroking your tail fondly as she always did while she spoke about her plans which Quaritch only half-listened to.
She used her fingers to put some herbs and salves, a balm. Then finally draw some long string solution, laying it across the gauze and grinning. You swore you felt heat radiate from the gauze with the heatened medicine. You silently bit down on your lip, still staring into the fire. You knew the heated medicine was Varang's sadism again bleeding through.
You knew how much she'd revel in the glee when Quaritch would scream in pain from the heat against his wounds, but your sister was still a Tsahìk. Her medicine, while painful, was effective. You almost felt the giddiness of his reaction in you while your sister prepared the gauze. Varang gently nudged you subtly with her tail while she was attempting to wrap it.
She'd almost gotten half-way done when you heard a loud horn blow from outside. Varang's eyes snapped lividly at the entrance of the yurt, but she tilted her head. A subtle patterning of flesh onto the stone as she someone ran upto the yurt, "Tsahìk, we've found Ayhìgokx crossing the territory!"
Varang looked at you then back out. You hurriedly gathered the supplies, getting off Varang. Varang stood up, "The raid must start. You–'' She pointed at Quaritch with a finger. "My sister shall care for you, do not try anything." Before turning her head to you, "You know enough. Be smart, if you don't." she said simply, putting the gauze on your lap.
Before grabbing her knives, sheathing them alongside her cloak and striding off. Your eyes glared at your sister's back while Quaritch sighed, "You sisters–ugh!" he groaned as his wound seemed to sting worse. You scoffed, rolling your eyes, "Guess we shall be acquainted.." you mumbled.
While not much different from your sister, you had always tended to be the shy and quiet..Unsurprisingly gentle and sweet for a Mangkwan, Varang didn't like that a lot, but accepted it as a part of your demeanor long back and didn't attempt to change it anymore.
"Yeah, you like your sister..?" He asked you, propping his foot up, his wounded arm resting upon his knee while his other palm planted firmly a bit behind his body to support himself and not slump. You hummed, "I do," you paused, looking at the gauze. Still warm, but you felt bad for the pain it might inflict now that your sister wasn't there to unapologetically be sadistic.
You felt your usual shyness wash upon you, cursing it inside your chest. You took a deep-breathe, "I shall work on your wounds then," you said simple. Quaritch looked at you, his eyes scanning upon and down with a grin on his lips, "Yeah..? You're good at this medicine shit?"
"I'm a Tsakerem, of-course i am." you said firmly, lifting your chin up in pride. One hand gently grabbed his arm where a large slash was, scanning it. You hummed silently and your palm reached into the fireplace, gathering some ash from the edges of the fire while attempting to handle the silent burn.
Gathering enough, you held a fistful gently mumbling something. Miles' eyes narrowed at the sight, "What are yo-AGH!" Quaritch groaned when your palm brushed the ash across his slashed wound, over the blood. The pain and warmth stung deep, "Ugh–what the fuck is wrong with you?! Ugh..I could cut you—you little–!" he groaned when you rubbed the ash in deeper.
"Breathe, it shall help. It is painful, yes. But you can endure," you whispered softly, feeling soft and upset it hurt so. You gently picked the gauze, the salves, balm and whatever on it stayed firm, "Turn your arm like this–" you whispered, gently twisting. He followed it, creating space between his abdomen and arm, while you began wrapping it.
"Hold on this," you said, before grabbing his other hand and placing it upon the end of the gauze on his shoulder. As you did, his eyes met yours and yours his, your palm held upon his own, "You're touching my hand." Miles pointed it out, awkwardly.
You immediately pulled it back, "Yes, I was fixing you!" you said, adamant and feeling the burn flare in your stomach. You began wrapping it tighter, your palm holding on down and gently pressing, "Breathe," you whispered again. Voice low. Heat from the fireplace increasing, sweat beading upon his back and brow.
You learnt that's what the hair above his eyes was called by him. He gently held upon his shoulder, his fingers grazing yours when you wrapped gently. The gauze held down. Miles paused, watching you work silently, when you occasionally rubbed more medicine.
Your palms gentle, round eyes focused firmly on fixing his wounds. Gentle hum, the kindness found among the cruelest beings of this planet. The bare softness found in place where sadism, cruelty and pain was more important. Where beings more wild animals were na'vi. Quaritch would be lying to himself if he said he hasn't been sneaky.
He knew during nights you wanted to go out, Varang would accompany you. Your tail waggling excitedly while your sister brutishly played around with you like you were children again.
Her laughter almost beautifully kind compared to the kind of soul she was. Her palms layed flat as she stayed on all fours, much like you. Both of you prowling gently like playful predators while you wrestled her.
She won, dragged you back to push you against the ground. But occasionally? Varang would let herself be defeated for the gentle and kind soul she called her sister. She knew she had corrupted you to an end, but you were still the baby she'd performed skin-to-skin with when she was a mere child herself. You were her everything.
Miles watched it all, from the shadows. Watched how you giggled when your sister would gently tug your tail back, how your eyes would soften for the fresh air and stars and Naranawm, gossiping against the ground. Twirling and dancing for fun, dragging the epitome-of-demons-and-death to smile like the world was covered in flowers and brought light to life, like she was actually your sister.
Miles has never seen anyone have as much affect on people as you do. Your kindness was rare in the areas of Mangkwan, you came out as rare as a thread of blonde in the inky black. A brighter star rare among the sky of beauty of Pandora. Miles had to admit, he was rather moved by how you stayed kind despite the behavior which swirled around you, more beast and animalistic than comforting or even fostering.
His eyes moved up, again scanning the red top of flower petals waxed to create them immortal, three long flowy strands moved from one of your shoulders. One right around your collar, like a low choker, one across your chest and one dangled loosely across your right upper arm to right across your ribs, under your arm and side of your abdomen.
Your tweng beading and gently clicking with movement, shells and unusually well-kept, ash-clean shells and translucent seeds strewn across your kuru with small spines braided through alternately.
You were clearly loved.
Miles knew that, he saw the proof of it infront of him. He would've kept staring obnoxiously, but then you snapped the gauze tighter. The dire urge to make the man infront of you groan just a little in pain—
"I never knew tsumke's pet would be so disrespectful," You hummed, sadistically playful. The same things you learnt form your sister, from the women around you when they flirted with men. But yours..? Well, Miles would guess you were somehow still gentler and more tender than some other women here.
He groaned, wincing and sucking his teeth, squeezing his eyes to regulate the pain to not cry out pathetically. "Still staring? Or do I need to do something to the eyes, hm?" You asked, leaning your face close, pulling the gauze now swiftly and tightly, almost painfully to wrap around his wound.
The blood yet still, somehow, soaked through, gently dampening your hand in crimson while you grinned against his face. He tilted his head and gently leaned it back, "Come on, you're puttin' on a show," he whispered. His na'vi broken and messy, but somehow still retained his smugness.
"Am I? What kind of show, hm?" you asked, your tail swaying and grin spreading till your fangs showed. Giddily and playfully sultry, yet shy. Your hands coyingly straightened while they placed upon one another on his shoulder as if hiding yourself from view subtly, smartly.
"Let me show ya what sorta–" Quaritch grinned, removing his uninjured hand which held the gauze down previously to slide right behind your thigh. Your tail snapped, gently hitting the back of his hand to deter him off but—
"–show you got, baby." he hummed, grabbing your thigh roughly and tugging forward till you sat in his lap. You, caught off guard, hissed loudly. Apprehensive, but quieted down when you realised what happened. You scoffed, tugging the gauze tighter and making him groan,
"Hands off, Quaaritchh," you cooed out, a smirk spreading across your lips again, before you gently pressed them together in pride as his hand on your thigh scrambled off.
You gently loosen your hold, smiling at his wound, your tail moving until it grazed his stomach, "Come–on..shit–" he winced, calming down when the pain stung less, "Damn, lady." he scoffed but still seemed impressed, looking at you again. His ears twitched while he kept the grin on his lips. Somehow, that wouldn't leave.
Not even with the warmth rising in the yurt, the fire blazing brighter as if sensing the desire pooling. You'd lie to yourself and while you didn't care for Eywa, you knew even Varang would agree with Eywa on this one thing that you had been less than subtle since you've met this man. Your eyes moved upon his physique, admiring the strong muscles and bicep, lean like the na'vi you lived among.
Yet bulky and fleshy unlike your species. His tail moved—no, waggled—against the mat while one hand moved. From it's position on top of your right hand which held the end of his gauze, your left hand moved across his collars to pick at his necklace.
"Come on, you and I both know," he whispered, his face leaning against yours, till your nose nudged but you pulled your head back, "Ya've been starin'."
"Have I?" You rolled your eyes, tail swaying, as if enjoying the sight of the man sat under your thighs. Your thighs moved and you shifted your weight upwards till he used his free and uninjured arm to prop himself up while he leaned back. Your thighs straddling while you sat gently just below his waist yet right above his pelvis.
The discomfort did little to stomp the new swirling movements in his abdomen, your hand gently tugged at his necklace, "I never knew I had such an interest in my sister's pet. So why do you?" you asked, till your eyes stared back at his. As if to intimidate. "Am I really so blind to not notice my own actions or are you so above me?"
Your voice gentle, your hand moved from tugging his necklace to around his neck, gently thumbing at his nape and hair at the very bottom and even gently swiping your thumb gently on his kuru. your eyes softened when he leaned back even further, ensuring you were comfortable, yet his words still jolted whatever stupid things swirled in your stomach,
""Don't deny the truth when it's staring you in the face, atleast" He grinned, his fang poking his bottom lip, "I've been too—starin' at ya, I mean." He spoke.
You froze in your place with his words. To retaliate, you gently tugged the gauze tighter, but so taken off guard by his words, it almost didn't hurt more or less felt almost nice. He chuckled, while wincing, which made you break out of your trance.
You scoffed, rolling your eyes but loosened your hold again. He grinned, "Is that so..?" You asked, gently tugging his kuru forward and stroking it while he hummed. You smiled back at his own reaction, your tail swayed faster but you forced it to calm as if twirled around your hip and side, gently stroking Quaritch's abdomen. Your thigh forced down, gently kneaded his own, before you turned your knee gently down.
You knew what you're doing what anger Varang. She'd be livid. You're weak, you're hers and you're her everything. If she saw this..You do not know what sort of fate shall await this either dreamwalker..nor you.
Yet you do not stop your movements, putting pressure between his legs and playfully pressuring the gauze till the pain mixed and blended with pleasure. Quaritch threw his head back, already feeling his insides twitch and tail reveal every thought. His hand again moved till it sat on your hip. He squeezed before stroking it on your spine and lower back and back on your hip again.
The heat getting unbearable, swirling against you both, the fireplace doing little with how much your palms needed to touch upon one another.
He reached to again squeeze then rub consistently over your hips and sides, his lips reaching up to get yours in a roughly tender kiss.
Lips moving against one another, you hadn't expected it. But you didn't stop, especially since the passion that came with it send the burning, flaming desire similar to easy affection down to your own loins.
You hummed approvingly, kissing back. His hands gently stroking your sides while you held onto his bicep gauze, holding it down while holding the top of his bicep. Your hips gently grinded down against his in lazily yet painfully pressuring circles, making him groan as sparks of pleasure shot up his spine.
He'd throw back his head, but you refused to let him pull away from the kiss, grabbing his jaw tightly till Quaritch's lips puckered. You doubted you've ever seen him so..pliable, but you didn't complain. Your shyness would overtake this entire moment and the shyness washing over you was an experience you did not like emulating more than necessary.
Your lips pressed and moved against his, you tilted your head to angle better. Quaritch leaned up to hold your own jaw, kissing back. Having not expected that, you were caught off guard when he bit down. Hard. And you, in response, let out a moan. Hearing it, he hummed in pride, chuckling against your lips,
"Good, good. Yeah–" he squeezed your cheeks, swatting your hand off his own face till you rested your palm on his shoulder. His hand gripped your face and jaw gently, while the other turned to twine behind your top. Gently thumbing the feathers and your chest before he reached back.
He tugged at it, his hand moved from your job to your chest, gently cupping your underbreast and stroking his thumb across the valley. You stuttered a bit in your movements, your hips grinding down while you stifled a whimper, "Ug–", "Feeling good?", "–hm-mhm.." you hummed.
You grinded more, hands turning to gently scratch on his neck and card the back of his hair, his tongue gently swirling against your lips. With your clumsy movements, you'd been caught more like attempting your first movements with shyness of a newborn, rather than the woman you pretended to be.
You weren't your sister, not by miles. You were, in fact, as she spoke of you. Clumsy-footed, soft hearted and shy demeanor. And now, apparently? Even inexperienced risk-taking. You sighed out, still not willing to show how shy you actually happened to be. His hands gently tugged at the strings of your top.
He kept fumbling with the top, deliberately taking time to open let alone touch the strings which held it together. You were going to reach back and tug your top off on your own to save yourself the embarrassment of being caught wanting Miles so bad. But mid-kiss, he pulled away—
"Come on, your sister won't like this." He panted, licking his lower lip to wipe off the drool you left behind from clumsy kissing, "Better hurry up."
He quickly shifted closer while you crawled back, your tail swaying. Your ash-paint smudged against his weird clothes. The sight made you shimmy back into your own shell, especially the bulge already hardening and getting obvious in his pants.
You cursed inwardly, your shyness shouldn't be oozing or pouring out now. You couldn't afford the control, you couldn't afford to feel the giddiness in your chest or the swirling heat blazing hotter and singing your skin. You hadn't been with a man before. Mangkwan men, like every other part of their life, tended to be rough in courting.
But it wasn't just that. Varang, also, never let you be close enough to a man to get like this. Sure, you've helped couples with their intimate issues should they might stumble upon it and come to you or when your sister asks for it. But you've never personally felt any of it. Didn't help that no matter how silently uncanny the dreamwalker was, he was uncloyingly attractive.
You panted out, cheeks flushed and wiping your mouth with the bank of your hand before feeling your cheeks with the back of your fingers. Warmed and then your hand moved to your chest, feeling your heart-beat, "I never took ya for a shy woman. Not seeing who ya share blood with."
It didn't stop him from crawling while you were just shifting backwards till you found a good enough pile of furs. He positioned himself in between with your thighs on either side. the gauze unfastening, but he didn't seem to care for it any longer. His palm gently kneaded your thighs, before he used one thigh to drag you back against him. Till you were slotted against the bulge.
You wanted to deny the allegation of shyness from the dreamwalker, but what could you say? That you weren't shy? You'd be lying, he could easily see how affected you seem from just a stupid kiss. "Move your hips," he hummed.
Voice ordering and firm, like he used to do with his recoms. But it doesn't seem to work, not when his palm tightens around your thigh when you silently hissed. He chuckles, leaning close and his hand holds your thigh, "Fuckin' hissing back at me. You lot really are like animals, ain't ya?"
You scrambled back a little, but he pushed you down, pinning down. His knee moves to dig into your thigh, still doesn't help with the haziness you can'y seem to realise floats the air. The pain blurred into pleasure, so in response to his thigh digging down. You whine a bit, ash from the fireplace loud and smell blurring your senses.
Quaritch grabs you by your feathery top, tugging you closer. He looks you up and down, while you looked away, shutting your eyes in the unbearable tension. "You local tails really seem to not care, huh? Your tits just be out?" he asked.
Though he didn't wait for a response. His fingers pull and tear the top apart, the waxed flowers and fathers spilling as you gasped. Now the top sat in thin strings and twine in tatters and few surviving decorations. The ash paint covering your chest did little to conceal your nipples.
Your protests were sitting dead on your lips, but you still tried to speak "You–!" and before you could, he grinded just perfectly against you.
His hand holding your thigh moved upto your lips, stroking. "Open your mouth, whore." he hums. You nipped at his fingertips, before up your lips and wrapping around his pointer and middle.
Miles hummed, coating his fingers in your saliva and pressing down on your tongue. You sucked in a failed breath, before his fingers pushed past upto to the back of your throat.
You gagged, tail thrashing in excitement and arousal. Your hand moved to hold onto the waistband of his pants, the other gently digging into the fur, beneath your own legs and between your thighs. Gently thumbing your fingers as naturally as your body demanded it where it wanted to. Your thumb pressed down on your clit, while the fabric gotter damp.
Quaritch curled his fingers, his free hand moved to the back of your head. Making sure his fingers sat snug while you gagged louder, "Taste good, eh? Yeah, suck." You gently grazed your teeth against his skin, sucking. Your own fingers gently grazing and stroking the patch in your beaded tweng.
Once he deemed it good enough, he pulled his fingers back from your mouth. Your fingers gently began to rub and stroke your cunt through your loincloth, the fabric dampening as the seconds passed while Quaritch pulled you in another kiss. His hand held the back of your head, digging into your braids.
His saliva covered fingers gently reached on your waist and around your tweng, before dipping infront. His fingers pushed against your clit, teasing, "Hm-get louder." he smirked. You whined, arching your back till your nipples sat snug against his own chest. The ash paint dusting onto his own skin, while his hand moved from the back of your hand to your hip.
His soaked fingers was gently encircling your clit now. Your own fingers scrambling over Miles to tug his human clothes off. His lips moved against your lazily now, your hips moved in irregular and subconscious circles with the heel of Miles' palm pushing against your nerves.
The hand from the back of your head travelled down till he palmed at your tits, "Your whinin's gettin' louder. You gettin' fucked over that good?" he whispered. A condescending smirk on his lips. You only whimpered, throwing your head back and eye squeezing shut when his palm roughly palmed, before his palm collided with the flesh of your tits.
His palm landing a harsh blow on your tit, the pain shot up your back, but it still made you moan. Your tweng got even more wet, you almost felt embarrassed. Your body moving on itself. Covering your face with the back of your hand swooned over your forehead and eyes. That sight would've matched the softness of a na'vi from Kami'tire, not the sister of the cruel Tsahìk of Mangkwan.
Miles groaned, louder at the sight. Too arousing as he grinded his hardening cock aganist the furs. "come on, angel. Don try and hide from me–"
You never felt such sensitivity before. Never. Then the other, "Ngh–I haven't done this–mhh—never did this before!" you whined out, your ear twitching. "Yeah—can tell, u'pposed with a sister like that insane bitch," His fingers tugged at the strings of your loin cloth. It's tied tightly, he tries a few times before he simply tears it off.
The sound of the fabric ripping is so densely loud in the yurt, your arousal was slicking up your inner thigh rapidly at the sound and how fast and tightly he held your hip did not help. His hand still stay buried between your thighs, circling your clit as sparks shot up your tummy. He clicked his tongue, "Tsahìk doesn't let anyone near ya, does she?" You shook your head, leaning back.
"Though so."
"Men and pleasure do not mean anything," You countered, even with your teeth biting down on your inner skin of your lower lip to stifle noises. Your hips moved back against his fingers, the slick dripping down onto the furs. Varang was going to end you..
"Oh," His fingers immediately moved downwards, now encircling the labia before dipping a little. Till his fingers grazed and teased your hole, slipping in the tight rim just a little before pulling out. And again and again and again. Your whimpers turned up a pitch in desperation, eyes shot to him. Glowing with raging desire and tension you needed him to release now that he has started this,
"Does this man's pleasure that you're moaning and whining like a slut for mean something?" His middle gently prodded before coaxing itself past the rim of flesh.
You whine, tail swishing in response, purposefully pushing against his bulge, making him groan lowly. You hummed in pleasure when his fingers quickened faster and faster, thumb putting pressuring circles on your clit. His other hand moved to put on a pressuring force on your lower tummy while his fingers curled deeper than you expected them to.
Your soft whines turned into soundlessly louder at the increasing and escalating pleasure. Hotness surged through your veins and your hips bucked up in the air. "-Ah-yess..right there, Miles. Do not move," you whimpered.
Your head threw back, burying in the furs while your palms clenched tighter, toes curling while his fingers quickened. Slick practically sloshing with his rapid movements, "Here?" he asked. His fingers suddenly curled into that one spot. Somehow he knew you better than yourself in ways of pleasure.
"Ye—Ah-yeah!" Your whines got louder. The vibrating hums and movements turning to accumulate more and more. Building and surging and hotness ran through your veins. One of your own fingers gently to tug him onto you.
Your breasts brushing and tight against his chest, cushioning and his metal necklace cold and dangling on your throat. His fingers began moving while your tail purposefully brushed right where his cock strained painfully. His palm from your lower tummy moved to unbuckle his own belt.
His fingers began slowing in tandem. You did not like the loss of the extreme pleasure, so much so that you could not breathe. A relieving gasp left your throat when his fingers began dragging in and out painfully and delightfully slow.
"Yes-more..Please, more." you whispered out, your ears twitched a little, before turning downwards. Eyes blinking through haziness of smoke and tears. Miles hummed, "I know, sugar. Just a sec–fuck." You threw your head back, eyes closing to calm your heart.
Telling yourself to breathe while his fingers pushed you to oblivion and blinded the boundary between pain and gratification.
He hummed, you heard clacking until his hand roughly plunging deep till your whine got particularly loud and then he pulled out roughly with a loud 'squeealch!' from your cunt trying to keep his fingers still in. Your eyes immediately shot open at the loss of contact, but you didn't say anything. Not when Miles sat up, away from you either.
Not even when his hand roughly grabbed your arm and turned you onto your tummy, your tail swayed quickly at the sudden roughness. Slick dripping down your inner thighs and staining the crotch of his pants. You kept quiet, face buried into the furs and cheek squished and wiping the drool from the corner of your mouth. That is, until, you felt a blunt sort of tip pushed just at the edge of your cunt.
You whimpered, Miles' cock straining hard as he stroked it a few times, your tail swayed subconsciously, as if trying to deter him off. Not that you wanted him to, not with the way you practically sobbed.
Your voice was loud enough for the somewhat empty clan yurts as he sunk in, perfectly filling you with every inch. Your hands clawed in front, while he huffed, gently using your half-torn tweng to tug you back to push himself in deeper, "Good shit–" he groaned.
His cock practically twitched when you moaned, tightening and clamping down till his cock fit snugly inside. Miles' hand held your hips, squeezing as if to calm himself.
All while you tried to adjust with his cock inside you. This wasn't how it was described, how do the clan comes to you while begging for help during such an experience?! Your clan is rather unwell, you guessed. Your eyes rolled back while your thighs shook, trying to adjust as the pain tore in your tummy from trying to take him entirely.
Slicking bubbling out almost audibly that it made you humiliated, which in turn, did not help with how slick you were. Miles sighed out, "Gods–mhh fuck—...you're so fucking wet, sugar.." he hummed. You blinked, finally adjusting somewhat and grinding back, "You like t-this?" Miles' voice almost cracked.
It made you sighed out a little grin, "Yeah.." You whined, eyes rolling while you wiggled back. Miles hand gently landed a blow on your ass, making you jerk ahead as his cock slid out slightly. Your head snapped up. You hissed loudly and attempted to crawl slightly away when—
Miles roughly tugged you back, using your tail. His grip on your tail tightened painfully while you groaned, face burying into your fists which laid to prop yourself into a somewhat position. His other hand gripped tightly, landing another spank, "H-hahh..Bet those other bastards can't do—fuck..do this, can they?"
You could barely speak, but you shook your head just to satiate. Your lack of pleasure was burning in your veins, your impatience whine of, 'Move!' only made Miles hum in delight.
Miles smiled, gently but almost with difficulty slid out—and plunged back in. Your loud groan muffled into the furs while you moved your ass back against him.
Hotness seared into your throat and flesh moved up your spine while he kept yanking you back onto his cock by pulling on your tail. The sensation overwhelmed your urges alongside the smell of his clothes which were close to you. What was it? Mud? Hahhh..Who knew mud smelt so nice, especially when it came from a handsome dreamwalker?
When his hand reached ahead and grabbed your shoulder to pump his cock inside your squelching and clinging pussy, your moans got whinier. The pleasure hit through with every movement of his cock wrenching itself deeper into your walls and cunt was helped by the ashiness and the sultry and scorching heat from the fireplace.
"Yeah–fuck..good, good. Move yer hips–mmm!—come on, don't run from it," he groaned. You huffed, "So..good-hahhh.." You panted out, the heat burning and searing into your skin. Miles groaned, his hips thrusting deeper. Balmy skin cushioned against your own.
He gently pushed one thigh ahead to create more space to slot himself, hands wrapping around your thighs and tugging you back. Shoving and plunging his cock to the hilt in your cunt. His precum mixing with your slick and practically dripping.
As if your cunt was drooling. Your vocal and noisy mouth kept itself muffled by Miles shoving your head into the furs. All while tugging your ass higher in the air for pushing his cock in. He let go of your tail and slowed his thrusting hips while you whined louder. "Move... f-faster!" you panted out, pursing your lips.
"Shhh," he hummed simply, all while wrapping your kuru gently around his hand and using it to tug your head back. "What a pretty slut, eh?" Miles countered. His cock thrust in and out, pumping faster while he leaned ahead.
Miles' body was practically swallowing your own and pressing down as his hips thrust his cock into your cunt wildly, harsh slaps resonating in your and Varang's respected yurt and his metal necklace cold between your shoulder-blades. Miles threw his head back, the gash on his shoulder barely hurt.
Now when your cunt felt this good. He didn't think your cunt would suck him in so well, so fucking tight and wet. The slick was even drooling out, spurring him to move his cock faster. Wildly, like an animal.
Varang would definitely have our head..But oh fuck, his cock was too good for you to care..!
"Yeah, that's right—" he groaned loudly, "Feels good, doesn't it?" his fangs grazed before digging into your collar roughly, drawing blood. You hissed, tail swayed and hips and thighs shook with pleasure. Every push of his cock against that spot made you screw your eyes shut in pleasure, cunt clenching in pleasure.
Miles groaned into your shoulder, his teeth biting down and leaving marks. His cock twitching as pressure began to build up in his gut, his cock raw and wet leaking precum and a ring of slick gathered at the base of his cock while he moved. His face buried into your shoulder while he began moving mindlessly.
He groaned when you clenched down with a moan with a high-pitched, 'Agh–I feel so close!'. The words kept spurring him on, it's like you were doing this on purpose. He growled, teeth barred and jaw clenched while he moved, "Fuck—say it."
He demanded. Loudly, his grip on your hips was bruising, "Ya want me to breed this cunt? Yeah..? Milk it?" His voice cracked, but his hips didn't stutter as they drilled into you, not even when you clamped at the thought. You groaned, eyes now screwing shut, even tighter. Wanting it is one thing, but admitting it?
No..That would be too much, you could barely speak to counselor elders sometimes. But Miles groaned when you took too long, his hips moving while his left hand moved from your hips to under your tummy and between your legs. His right hand moved to your tits, roughly groping them before it moved to your throat.
His left hand's fingers carelessly almost roughly rubbed your clit between his fingers. While his right hand's fingers wrapped tightly and squeezed till it blocked off just enough air to make it hazy, your tail tensed while wrapping around his upper thigh.
You almost screamed out under him, eyes watering even more and blurring your vision while pooling down your cheeks, "Fuck–come on, angel," he groaned, "Say it! Come on, slut–!" He whined. You whimpered, unable to hold it in—"Cum in me–Hah! Pleaseplease–mhhhm!" you whined, your fingers wrapped around his wrist which choked and pressed down on your throat.
Miles chuckled, his teeth gently biting down on your neck as his cock pumped in, "Come on–yeah..cum. Cum on my cock–!" He huffed, his cock plunging in and his hand tightening around your throat.
His palm slammed ahead roughly in a rough slap against your clit, making a loud sound tear from your throat. Your cunt immediately was left gushing around his cock as you came all over him. Your juices and cum travelling down and soaking the furs underneath while he kept pumping to get you through your hair. His cock stuttering when it came inside you. Cumming hot and sticky, mixed with your juices while Miles stayed buried inside you, groaning into your back.
While he worked you through both your orgasms, his hand released your throat while you gasped in and took air to your lungs. The pain and pleasure buzzed in your blood and flesh, thighs shook while you slumped onto your side, thanks to Miles pushing you from your tummy.
You winced a little when he pulled out, crashing down beside you. He leaned over you to grab his useless little tanktop and wiped your face and wiped away the ash-paint from your skin before slumping back. Your tail swayed against yourself to comfort you, his tail searched for your own.
He wrapped his arm around your abdomen.You sighed out when he pulled you against his face, cheek squished against his shoulder. His palm gently lifted your thigh, till it hooked over his hip and using his tank top, wiped whatever mixture of juices and cum was between your legs or dripping down. Your eyes were heavy and chest moving up and down while you panted.
The air felt cold against your hot blazed cheeks, the fire suddenly too hot for once.You hummed softly, biting down gently at his neck occasionally to mark him as he did to you. Miles gently let you lay your head on his bicep while he sighed. His metal necklace a comfort while you played with it, occasionally gently tapping it on your fang to test the metal for the fun of it.
The sun somehow stayed blazing in the sky and even in broad-daylight, you somehow felt the sun on your skin from just the man's skin against yours.
Varang will be livid when she comes back and when she does? You will manage your insane sister, even for the insane dreamwalker by your side..
Pairing/content: romantic Quaritch x Mangkwan!Reader, familial Spider x Mangkwan!Reader. Quaritch introduces his new/gifted mate to his son-expecting the worse but being met with the best
Spoilers/notes: feed the voices feed the voices feed the voices. I can’t resist anymore I MUST
•it had been mere weeks after you and Quaritch officially mated with Varang’s blessing. he cant lie and say he's not enjoyed it ❀
•in recent days his son,Spider, had been captured again under his watch only to be carted off for test after test because he was able to breathe Pandora’s air without choking on it-from what he's heard and been able to see his boy has been giving them hell ❀
•at first he wasn't sure how to explain that the son he's talked about isn't na’vi at all but some newly mutated human from a situation ship he had when he was human ❀
•he had expected hostility or disgust or even outright hatred but not this ❀
•not you sitting in your shared yurt weaving and carving gifts for a boy you've never met insisting “i cannot meet my son without gifts-they need to be perfect ma Miles”❀
•from armbands to chokers to loincloths you were more than ready to spoil your new son rotten from the second you lay eyes on him ❀
•“Sugar, not that he wouldn't appreciate it-but ain't this a bit much? might overwhelm him off the jump” only his words fall on deaf ears as you work on fixing meals safe for consumption and his own sleeping spot in the yurt-he doesn't even want to start explaining how the chances of the science pukes letting him out of their sights is near impossible ❀
•but you look so happy. such genuine laughter and smiles as you both sit at the fire in your shared home, your even more affectionate with him since he brought up the possibility of bringing you on base to meet Spider face to face, looking at him like he strung up the stars for you ❀
•Varang had lightly mentioned you'd lost a child when your hometree burned,that you lost your mate. the second Varang had showed him off to you like a prized pony it had been infatuation at first site for you ❀
•he was strong, provided immensely for the clan, already had a child of his own, he was handsome it truly went on and on. if wasn't such a hardened bastard he probably would've been blushing as Varang went on the more and more you seemed to obsess over him ❀
•he cant lie that he was flattered by how into him you were (he likes em crazy…same bro-who said that??) ❀
•Once the clan was moved to live on base it became harder and harder to keep your enthusiasm at bay ❀
•You’d scuttle back and forth the new tent with a vigor he’d had yet to see before ❀
•The idea that your new son was merely a building away ramped up your ministrations ten fold ❀
•So when he finally brought you to where Spider was being held he knew the hell fire that would occur when you found out your boy was attacked by all manner of tubes, or ‘plastic vines’ as you called them, that were hooked up and into him all while he was poked and prodded like some display rather than a living thing… ❀
•He knew you wouldn’t be happy but he wasn’t expecting just how willing you were to straight up break the equipment ❀
•Spider had been escorted back to his ‘room’ which was little more than an interrogation room with a glass window between him and those white coats.But he could see when Quaritch entered with you in tow ❀
•You stood out like a silver thorn in a bed of feathers. White, red and black while dressed in points and spikes with a basket on your hip as you stood tall beside his technically dad ❀
•You were looking to and throw with those wide eyes of your (acting like you hadn’t tore multiple wires and tubes apart when the Colonel told you what they were used for) all while pawing at Quaritch whispering to him growing more and more insistent while he spoke to the scientists ❀
•He couldn’t hear what was said but from how he gestured to you with his head when talking to them and how your stared at them unblinkingly with a barely concealed hiss on your lips he could tell it must’ve had something to do with him when the doctors stood down and aside ❀
•You practically skipped after Quaritch, his hand on your hip when he guided you to Spider’s room, with your tail whipped back and forth as the door opened with a quiet swish ❀
•He instinctively placed himself so the table was between him and you two but that did little since you immediately hopped on the table and crouch hop/walk towards him until you jumped down next to him with what he could only describe as a joyous grin ❀
•Quaritch had tried to grab your arm to stop you but uhhh…yea no you were gone the second his hand left your hip to close the door ❀
•Setting the basket down on the table quickly your hands came up to his face-flinching and closing his eyes by habit he prepared for literally anything else except what you did ❀
•Your fingers first grazed his cheeks so lightly he almost didn’t feel them, then your palms slid to cradle his face so gently. Your hold was…kind. Sweet almost ❀
•When he hesitantly opened his eyes he was met with your watery ones and your smile as you moved your head around to look at him from every angle-like he was something beautiful ❀
•“Ma itan” your voice came out low and fragile, bringing one hand from his face to your mouth covering it. “Oh-you are beautiful”❀
•He felt confused until Quaritch spoke up with a groan when he sat himself on the edge of the table near the pair your “meet your stepmom kid.long story”❀
•Spider didn’t have a chance to snap at his dad before you turned your attention to the basket you had brought-Quaritch stepped out with a “you two get bonding. The white coats ain’t gonna be happy bout this” and the door closed in his wake ❀
•You had a hum in your throat as you pulled out what looked and smelled like jerky of some sort, you pushed it into his hands-he hesitated to eat it worried about what kind of meat it was ❀
•“Angtsik ma itan-hunted myself. Eat eat, they do not feed you right-look at them” you hissed and snapped at the air with a swish of your head in the direction of the window “small and weak. They do not feed you-“you turned your eyes back to him as he took a hesitant bite but quickly took more, thankfull for some actual flavour outside of the god awful rations he was given ❀
•“you are strong-growing. You need the right food-stupid tiny men. The ones in those metal skeletons-would not let me bring you a proper meal. Tch-stupid. Jerky was easy to hide” he just stared at you as you spoke in chopped English. You were most certainly missing a couple pebbles short of a river bank but…❀
•You weren’t malicious ❀
•He could see it in your eyes,your smile and how you ghosted your hand over his face but not quite touching him ❀
•“You will enjoy your home-your bed is already in the perfect spot. Not to close to fire but not to far from entrance, you will not overheat or catch a chill” ❀
•He did scoff at that “getting them to let me out of here is ätxäle si palulukanur tsnì smarit livonu (asking a thanator to release its prey/a futile attempt)” at his grumbling you tilted your head with a furrow on your face ❀
•“I kill them?” He was caught off guard by how genuine the question was-like you had offered him the larger cut of meat at dinner-he coughed on his snack making you lurch forward to rub his back ❀
•“No-no no, that wouldn’t uh-I mean your tsahìk wouldn’t be happy with you making waves with the humans right?” That got you on board (however reluctant) “hmm. You are right…ah-you are so smart, you will make a brilliant warrior” your apparently spout mood evaporated like smoke into the air as you cradled his face once more ❀
•The moment was broken by the door opening again, there stood Quaritch with a couple anxious looking scientists tailing him “alright sugar, time to split” you let out an offended noise “I have barely spoken to him! I still have not asked how he would like his paint-“ you cur yourself off when a scientist made the stupid move to grab Spider by the arm ❀
•The pair of you hissed at them, one more intimidating than the other though not by much, you lurched forward and the only thing that saved the idiot was Miles just valley being able to grab your arm to pull you back “oookay-easy spitfire. We’ll come back again tomorrow,how’s that sound?” One of the white coats looked like they wanted to say something against him but the already agitated Mangkwan woman who looked moments away from wrenching herself out the Colonel’s hold and mawling one of them was enough to keep their mouths shut tight ❀
•Back in your shared tent you were laying on Quaritch’s chest purring and rubbing your face against his neck, he must’ve earned some brownie points in getting you that meeting and promising another so soon ❀
•Spider sat on the table in his ‘room’…it wasn’t so cold now he had the cloak you had made for him. It was surprisingly soft and had a faint smell of smoke and burnt wood ❀
•It felt safe. ❀
•He laid down under the table with the blanket you had woven and for the first time since he was captured…he actually slept without waking up at the smallest noise ❀
Tags: IM SO SORRY I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT TAGGING😭
summary: on routine mission, you were compromised by none other than so'lek himself. however, the tables seem to turn on you both.
tags: 18+ MDNI NSFW , smut , sex pollen , cnc , overstim , possessive , rough seggs , hard dom
a/n: @skxawnya this is for u
(yes i know tamtey is technically us but for the plot we're just gonna say its not us)
theme: crazy in love
"Say bye-bye to your precious Tamtey, So'lek." You pronounced the 'k' heavily with a click of your tongue, finger tightening around the trigger of the gun you had aimed towards a very oblivious Tamtey. You were hidden in the trees far enough you could not be seen. You exhaled halfway. Finger curled.
A blur of blue and black erupted from the undergrowth. So'lek, silent as death until he wasn't. His hand clamped around the barrel, wrenching it upward just as the shot cracked through the air. The bullet tore harmlessly into the canopy, sending glowing petals raining down.
You stumbled back as you tried to yank the rifle back, but So'lek had a grip so tight on it, it was near impossible. You flattened your ears, "You-" you snarled, reaching for your dagger at your hip. The dagger never made it out of its sheath.
So'lek moved, twisting the rifle free from your grasp with a sharp jerk of his wrist, then slamming the butt of your solar plexus. Air exploded from your lungs in a choked wheeze. You stumbled to one knee, faltering just for a second, allowing for him to tackle you completely.
He was on you, forearm across your throat, driving you backward through snapping branches and vines until the forest floor rushed up to meet you both. You hit a bed of a soft glowing pod that exploded with the impact, sending spores flying into the air. A shimmering golden cloud erupted around you. Landing on your skin, entering your lungs.
You huffed, trying to regain your steps, but So'lek pinned your head to the ground with the barrel of your own rifle. You laughed, "Well go on. Shoot me. Use the metal your people call poison to the heart."
The barrel pressed harder against your temporal lobe. "Shoot," you spit again, tongue flicking against your lower lip. "Prove you're still capable of it. Or are you too busy playing savior to the last Sarentu princess to remember how to pull a trigger?"
"You think this is a game?" His voice staggered. "You think I won’t end you?"
You hissed, flattening your ears, tail lashing. He reached into his chest armor, pulling out handcuffs, distinct orange, courtesy of the RDA. He cuffed your hands in front of you, hauling you to sit on your calves.
He stayed crouched in front of you, one knee planted beside your hip, the rifle discarded somewhere in the crushed flowers.
You smiled up at him, "For someone who has disdain for the sky people, you sure do use their weapons so expertly." You held up your bound wrists to his face.
So’lek’s eyes narrowed to slits at your taunt. But he ignored it, already contacting for backup.
Heat began to creep up your skin. An uncomfortable heat that made you writhe. The heat wasn't just uncomfortable anymore. It was consuming. It started as a slow burn beneath your skin, like the first embers of a ritual fire, but now it roared. You tried to fix your sitting position, but each movement made you tingle with sensations too good to be true.
So'lek was now struggling too. His nostrils flared, pupils blowing wide as the same cloud settled over him. The anger in his eyes flickered, something primal bleeding through the cracks of his control.
"You poisoned us both," he growled, standing over you completely now.
You bit back, "Me? You were the one who sent us tumbling into whatever this is!" You shot your bound hands in the air with exaggeration. "Maybe the forest finally decided to punish us both."
So'lek's hand shot out, fingers wrapping around your throat, thumb pressing against your racing pulse. "You tried to kill her," he said.
"Maybe." You arched into his touch despite yourself, a whine slipping past your lips. "And I still would." Your sneer faltered as another wave of heat rolled through you, pooling low in your belly, making your thighs clench.
So'lek's ears flattened, tail lashing once. His breathing had grown heavier, chest rising and falling too fast beneath the straps of his armor. "I should just-" He trailed off, eyes darting from your eyes to your lips.
You tilted your head back, exposing more of your neck on instinct, lips parting. "Then do it," you rasped. "Finish what you started. Kill me. Or-" Your tongue darted out, wetting your lips. You tilted your head down to part your thighs. An invitation.
So'lek's gaze dropped to the deliberate parting of your thighs, slow and shameless. For one suspended second, you thought he might actually squeeze, end it, end you, end this madness. Instead, his thumb traced the frantic flutter of your pulse once more, before his grip slid upward to fist the base of your kuru. He yanked your head back sharply, forcing your eyes to lock with his.
"You think you can provoke me into mercy?" His voice hoarse. "Or into murder?"
You bared your teeth in a feral smile. "I think I can provoke you into fucking me until neither of us remembers why we hate each other."
His ears flicked forward, resolve visibly cracking behind his eyes. Then he moved.
He shoved you flat on your back among the ruined blossoms, the impact sending another soft burst of golden spores drifting upward. Your cuffed wrists were trapped between your chests. You clawed at the straps of his armor. He tore your top away in one vicious pull, and his mouth descended on your throat, fangs scraping over the place his thumb had just rested.
You arched hard, a broken moan tearing free when his rough tongue followed the path of his teeth. He bit down to break skin and you felt the answering throb between your legs intensify until it hurt.
"So needy already," he growled against your collarbone, dragging his mouth lower. "Dripping for the man who should be dragging your corpse back to the clan."
"Shut up and fuck me," you hissed, wrapping your legs around his waist and yanking him down. The hard length of him pressed against your soaked entrance through the thin barrier of his loincloth, and you both shuddered at the contact.
His response was immediate, shredding the last scraps of your loincloth and his own. Fabric tore away like it offended him. Then there was nothing between you but heat and slick skin and the obscene slide of his cock against your folds, once, twice, coating himself in your arousal before he lined up and thrust in like being outside of you any longer would kill him.
The intrusion burned with something so beautiful at the same time. Your body reacted accordingly, clamping him down and sucking him in deeper. You cried out, head thrown back as he filled you completely.
He didn't pause to let you adjust. He pulled out almost to the tip and slammed back in, setting a rhythm that was pure animal.
Each thrust seemed to punch the air from your lungs, and it sent you rocking back and forth, aiding him. The feral rhythm So'lek set was merciless, as if the spores had stripped away every layer of restraint he'd ever clung to.
The cuffs bit into your wrists, restricting any grip you could find yourself holding onto. He snarled against your neck, fangs grazing the fresh bite mark he'd left. "You wanted this," he rasped, tail coiling tight against him, his hand yanking your leg over his shoulder. "Begged for it like a bitch in heat."
You laughed, breathless, arching up to meet him. "And you're giving it. Forgetting where you come from, knowing you hate na'vi like me."
He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, pupils blown so wide the gold was only a thin ring around black. "I've hated a lot of things, but none of them ever made me this hard."
Your bound hands scrabbled uselessly at his shoulders. You could feel every pulsing vein as he dragged himself out only to slam back in, claiming space that wasn't supposed to belong to him.
Your tail thrashed, caught underneath your body and his. "Then prove it," you gasped, voice cracking on the words. "Fuck me like you mean to ruin me."
He reared up, one hand clamping around both your cuffed wrists and pinning them above your head. This left only your back on the earth below, and your hips in his lap. The position arched your back painfully, breasts thrust upward. He used the leverage to drive even deeper, hips pistoning with a rhythm that bordered on violence.
The wet, obscene sound of him plunging into your soaked cunt filled the clearing, louder than the distant night calls of the forest. Every time he bottomed out, the thick head of him kissed your cervix and your whole body jolted like you'd been shocked.
"Say it," he snarled, free hand sliding down to grip the meat of your thigh, spreading you wider. "Tell me how much you hate me while your pussy tries to keep me inside forever."
You tried to spit something venomous, but all that came out was a strangled whine as he ground his pelvis against your clit on the next thrust. "I-fuck-I hate-"
He smiled, watching how hard you tried to fight the feeling that you so craved. "That's it," he murmured, voice dark. "Keep hating me. Keep lying to yourself while your cunt weeps for more."
Every muscle in your body screamed for release even as your mind clung to the last shreds of venom.
So'lek leaned down, fangs grazing the shell of your ear. "Look at you. Mangkwan warrior. Reduced to trembling and dripping on a traitor's cock." His tongue flicked out, tracing the sensitive edge of your ear. "Say my name."
You bared your teeth, tail lashing hard enough to stir dirt. "Fuck. You."
"Wrong answer," he growled. With that, he pulled out almost completely, just the tip hovering inside.
You immediately felt the loss, bucking your hips to gain some friction. "N-No wait-"
So'lek's ears flicked forward at the sound, satisfaction curling through his chest. He leaned in closer, lips brushing the shell of your ear, breath hot and ragged. "Beg properly," he rasped. "Or I'll stay right here and watch you fall apart without ever letting you come."
Pride warred with the screaming, pollen-fueled need twisting low in your belly. Need that had already soaked your thighs, his hips. You hated how easily the words spilled out.
"Please," you hissed through clenched teeth. "So'lek-please-"
His hand tightened against your bound wrists. "Louder."
"So'lek-fuck-please fuck me-"
The plea had barely left your lips before he slammed back inside that seated had him to the root and punched a cry from your throat. Your back bowed off the ground, breasts heaving, nipples scraping against the rough straps still clinging to his chest. The sudden fullness was almost too much.
He set a punishing pace again, hips snapping forward with enough force to rock your entire body forward. The wet slap of skin on skin mixed with your choked moans and his low, animal growls.
"That's better," he snarled against your neck, fangs scraping over the constellation of bites he’d already left. "Look how prettily you beg when you're empty. How fast that hate melts when I'm not filling you."
You tried to snap again, something sharp, but all that came out was another broken "So'lek-" as he angled his hips just right, grinding against that spot inside you that made you see white.
He felt it. The way your walls fluttered and clamped, the way your thighs trembled around his waist. His free hand slid down again, finding your clit and rolling it in tight circles.
"Come on my cock," he ordered. "Come screaming for the man you hate."
You came apart with a cry that echoed through the forest. Your cunt clamped down so hard he groaned like the blood stopped pumping down there. His hips stuttering as your walls milked him in frantic pulses. Slick flooded around him, dripping down to coat his balls, your ass, the ruined ground beneath you.
So'lek fucked you through it, relentless, drawing the orgasm out until you were shaking like you could take no more. Only when your spasms began to slow did he let himself follow.
His whole body locked above you. Every muscle in his back and shoulders went rigid, tail snapping straight behind him. A guttural sound tore from deep in his chest as the first thick pulse of release flooded into you.
You felt it. God, you felt every single jet.
The sheer volume forced another overstuffed whimper out of your throat even as your own aftershocks still rippled through your core. Each spurt stretched your already swollen walls further, painting your insides until you were so full the excess immediately began leaking out around his buried length, streaks of white mixing with your own slick and dripping in rivulets down your ass, pooling beneath you.
He didn't stop moving. Even as he came he kept grinding into you forcing every last drop deeper, smearing it against your cervix like he was trying to mark territory no one else would ever reach. The head of his cock throbbed inside you with each pulse.
Your bound hands scrabbled uselessly at his shoulders. "So'lek-fuck-too much-" The words cracked.
He answered with his teeth. Fangs sank into the meat of your shoulder, possessive in its violence. The sharp sting made your stomach flutter again, a little aftershock squeeze that milked another hoarse groan out of him. He shuddered hard, hips jerking once, twice more, grinding so deep you swore you felt him in your stomach.
When the last pulse finally ebbed he didn't pull out. He stayed seated to the root, chest heaving against yours. His kuru was still wrapped tightly around yours from earlier, when had that happened?, the sensitive tendrils braided and locked together.
Minutes passed. Or maybe seconds. Time felt distorted by the lingering haze of the pollen still clinging to your lungs.
Eventually his fangs released your shoulder. He dragged his tongue over the fresh punctures, almost tender, and the unexpected gentleness made something dangerous twist behind your ribs.
"Don't," you rasped, voice wrecked. "Don't you dare get soft on me now."
His laugh was low. "Soft?" He shifted his hips, just enough to remind you that he was still hard. "I'm not done."
Your eyes snapped wide.
One large hand slid under your lower back, lifting your hips higher into his lap. The new angle forced him deeper, the blunt head of him tenderly kissing your bruised cervix.
He began moving. He was slower, more controlled, each withdrawal reverent so you felt every vein, every inch dragging against your fluttering walls before he sank back in. The cuffs tugged at your sensitive skin, still painfully bound in front of you. Your tail thrashed, stirring up leaves and petals beside you.
The pollen hadn't faded. If anything, the second wave of it hit harder now that your bodies were already primed. Every time he bottomed out, your toes curled so hard they cramped.
"Look at me," he ordered.
You tried to turn your face away out of spite. He caught your chin between thumb and forefinger, forcing your gaze back to his.
"You don't get to hide," he said. "Not now. Not when your cunt is crying for me like this."
To prove his point he ground forward into you, deep, slow, making sure to abuse that spongy spot inside you. The pressure made your vision white out for a second, spilling incoherent words from your throat.
You bared your teeth even as your hips rolled up to chase the friction. "So'lek-"
"Louder."
"So'lek-" It cracked into a whine when he snapped his hips forward hard enough to jolt your breasts. "Fuck-So'lek-"
He then pulled your knees over his shoulder, folding you in half once again. The position left you wide open, helpless.
And then he fucked you like he meant to carve himself into your soul. Just raw, animal need. Hips pistoning, tail lashing, growls vibrating against your throat as he mouthed at every mark he'd already left. You could only take it, body arching, hands uselessly pressing at his chest.
Each thrust forced more of his release out around his cock, only for the next one to shove it deeper again. You were a dripping, trembling mess beneath him. You were completely drunk on too many feelings to name them all.
"Come again," he snarled into your ear. "Milk me dry. Show me exactly how much your body doesn't hate this."
He barely finished his sentence before your walls instinctively clamped down around him, sucking him deeper if that was even possible. You cried out in possibly pain or pleasure, maybe both.
He immediately followed after, another flood of heat pulsed into you.
He kept moving through both your orgasms, grinding, forcing every last tremor out of you until you were limp and shaking, tears streaking from the corners of your eyes.
It continued like that for who knows how many more rounds. You didn't care anymore, your brain was fogged with the need to keep going until your body gave out. And you weren't complaining.
Content: First Mangkwan Avatar Male Reader x Aged ! Up ! Neteyam , bottom Neteyam , Breeding Kink , Size Kink ( Reader is one of the largest Avatars the RDA has made ) Implied mpreg I suppose ?
The first thing you felt was the weight— not of limbs, but of wrongness, as if your bones had been hollowed out and refilled with molten stone. Your fingers twitched against wet earth, curling into claws as your lungs seized around air that tasted too rich, too alive. Amber eyes snapped open to a world saturated in hues you’d never seen before— greens so deep they pulsed like veins, blues that shimmered like fractured glass. Your breath hitched. This wasn’t your body. But the hunger in your muscles, the way your pulse roared in your ears like a caged beast? That was yours.
A growl tore from your throat as you rolled onto your knees, tendons screaming under unfamiliar tension. Your new skin prickled under the jungle’s humid kiss, every scar and marking burning as if freshly carved. The markings, jagged, dark, twisted across your forearms like living shadows. You flexed your hands, watching the way the sinew moved beneath grey flesh, the way your claws caught the light. Not human, not Na’vi, something else. Something yours.
The wind shifted, carrying the scent of salt and iron. Your head snapped up, nostrils flaring. Somewhere beyond the tangled vines, something moved. Instinct coiled low in your gut, raw and electric. You didn’t think— you lunged. Your body moved with a predator’s grace, muscle memory you shouldn’t have guiding you through the undergrowth. A strangled cry echoed ahead. By the time you reached the clearing, your fingers were already slick with blood.
The creature— some six-legged thing with too many eyes— writhed at your feet. Your chest heaved. Your lips pulled back in a snarl. And then— laughter. Rough, disbelieving. The sound of a man who’d just realised he could break the world. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, tasting copper. The jungle watched. You smiled.
Neteyam watched from the shadows. He’d seen you emerge from the wreckage— limbs too large, eyes too bright, movements too sharp. Like something carved from the wrong kind of stone. His fingers tightened around his bow. He should’ve shot you the moment you staggered upright. But he hadn’t. Because you’d moved like a storm given flesh, and he’d been stupid enough to be fascinated.
You turned. Slowly. Like you’d known he was there all along. Your gaze locked onto his— amber meeting gold. His breath caught. Yours didn’t.
The creature’s spine snapped between your teeth with a wet crack. It wasn’t deliberate. Just efficient. You didn’t look away from him as tendons tore, as warm blood spilled over your tongue and dripped down your chin. Neteyam’s bowstring groaned under the tension of his grip, but he didn’t loose the arrow. His nostrils flared, his pupils dilated, revulsion, yes, but something else, too. Something that made his pulse stutter in his throat. You swallowed, slow, deliberate, letting him watch the way your throat worked around the kill.
His lip curled. "You eat like an animal."
You grinned, feral, teeth still stained. "And you watch like prey."
The words hit their mark. His breath caught, knuckles whitening around the bow. He hated you. Hated the way his stomach twisted at the sight of you, all coiled violence and dripping defiance. Hated the way his skin prickled when your gaze dragged over him, like claws scraping down his spine. But most of all, he hated the way his heartbeat thundered in his ears when you stepped closer, the scent of iron and sweat clinging to you like a second skin.
You tilted your head, studying him— the way his chest rose too fast, the way his fingers trembled, just once, before he forced them still. Interesting. You could taste his disgust like salt on the wind. But beneath it? Something hotter. Something alive.
His bow creaked, arrowhead glinting as he adjusted his aim— right at your throat. "Name yourself," he demanded, voice sharp as the blade at his hip. You grinned wider, licking blood from your teeth. "Tell me yours first, little hunter."
"Neteyam." Tight, grudging. Like he hadn’t meant to say it at all. You exhaled, slow, watching the way his lashes flickered at the sound of his own name in your mouth. "Good," you murmured, stepping closer. "Now we’re even."
His arrow didn’t waver. "Your turn." You laughed, low, wet, and reached out— not for the bow, but for his wrist, fingertips grazing the rapid-fire pulse beneath his skin. "I don’t have one," you admitted, watching his pupils blow wide. "Yet."
Neteyam swallowed, the motion stark in his throat. "Dreamwalkers always have names." His voice was steadier than his hands. You crowded into his space, forcing him to tilt his head back, shadows swallowing the gold of his eyes. "Then call me what you want," you murmured, breath hot against his cheek.
His exhale hitched. He was tall for his people, built lean and quick, but against you? He felt small. Fragile. The bowstring trembled between you— not from fear, no. Something deeper. Something that coiled tight in his gut when you loomed over him, all heat and hunger and wrongness.
Your thumb pressed against his racing pulse. "Scared?" you teased. Neteyam bared his teeth. "Of you?" But his breath betrayed him, coming too fast, too shallow. You grinned, slow, predatory. "Good." The word curled around him like smoke. "Means you’re smart."
His knee jerked up— fast, brutal— but you caught it against your hip, fingers digging into the lean muscle of his thigh. His snarl twisted into something raw when you didn’t let go, when your grip tightened just shy of pain. "Fuck off," he hissed, voice cracking at the edges. You laughed, low and dark, and leaned in until your forehead nearly brushed his. "Make me."
For a second, neither of you moved. Then his free hand shot up, fingers tangling in your hair— not to push you away, but to pull, rough enough to sting. His lips brushed yours, a fleeting graze of teeth and heat. "I hate you," he breathed against your mouth, voice trembling with the lie. You caught his chin between your fingers, tilting his face up to meet your gaze. "No," you murmured, thumb tracing the sharp line of his jaw. "You want to."
His bow clattered to the ground between you, forgotten. The jungle held its breath.
[Timeskip…]
Neteyam arched beneath you, breath ragged as your hips drove into him with relentless force. His hands scrabbled against your shoulders, fingers digging into scarred flesh as he gasped— half protest, half plea. "It's—fuck—too much," he choked out, the words fracturing into a moan as you rolled your hips deeper. His abdomen tensed under your palm, skin stretched taut where your shape pressed against him from within.
You dragged your teeth along his throat, grinning at the way his pulse fluttered like a trapped bird. "Liar," you murmured against his sweat-slick skin, slowing just enough to watch his face twist, frustration, want, the helpless clench of his body around you. His heels dug into the small of your back, urging you on even as he hissed through clenched teeth.
The jungle air, something you hadn’t got used to yet, was thick around you, alive with the sound of his hitched breaths and the slick slide of skin on skin. Neteyam's head tipped back, exposing the fragile line of his throat as a shudder wracked through him. "Stop—ah— stop pretending you don't like it," you growled, punctuating each word with a sharp thrust that made his back bow off the ground.
His answering snarl dissolved into a broken sound, hands fisting in your hair as he dragged you down. The kiss was all teeth, all heat, his hips rolling up to meet yours in a rhythm that was less surrender than defiance. You laughed against his mouth, dark and pleased, as his thighs trembled around you, caught between the instinct to fight and the need to take every inch.
Your lips found his pulse next, tongue tracing the frantic flutter before you sucked hard enough to bruise. Neteyam gasped, fingers tightening, not to pull you away, but to hold you there. "Fuck— they’ll see,” he panted, voice wrecked, even as his head tilted to give you more room. You bit down just shy of pain, relishing the way his breath stuttered. "Let them," you murmured against his skin, dragging your tongue over the mark. "Let them know who owns you now."
His hips jerked at the words, a ragged moan tearing free as you sealed another bruise over his collarbone, darker this time, undeniable. His nails scraped down your back, leaving raised welts in their wake. "They’ll ask questions," he hissed, though the threat was hollow, lost beneath the shudder that wracked him when your teeth grazed his earlobe. "Good," you breathed, rolling your hips slow, deliberate, watching his lashes flutter. "Tell them the truth."
Neteyam’s laugh was breathless, fraying at the edges as you nipped at his shoulder, leaving another mark. "That I let a demon ruin me?" His voice cracked on the last word, body arching as you thrust deeper, stealing his breath. You grinned against his skin, pressing one last bruise to the hollow of his throat. "No," you corrected, slow, savoring the way his pulse leapt beneath your lips. "That you liked it."
His thighs trembled around your waist, muscles taut as a bowstring when you dragged yourself out almost completely— only to slam back in with enough force to wrench a ragged cry from his chest. You fucked him like you hunted— relentless, efficient, leaving him gasping, his fingers scrambling for purchase against your sweat-slick back. The air between you was thick with the scent of musk and salt, mingling with the earthy dampness of the jungle floor beneath you. Neteyam’s breath hitched, his body tightening around you as you leaned in, your lips brushing his ear. "Tell them," you murmured, voice rough, "how much you begged for it."
"Fuck, fuck, take it— ‘m gonna put a baby in you—" The first wave hit him before you even finished speaking— his back bowing off the ground, a choked gasp tearing from his throat as his cock twitched between you, spilling untouched. You didn’t slow, didn’t stop, driving him through it as his body clenched around you in erratic pulses, his nails biting into your skin hard enough to draw blood.
"Fuck— fuck—!" His voice was raw, wrecked, his hips jerking helplessly against yours as you chased your own release, grinding deep with every thrust, dragging the pleasure out until his breath came in shallow, stuttering gasps.
You came with a snarl, fingers gripping his hips hard enough to bruise as you spilled into him in thick, pulsing waves, hips stuttering against his. Neteyam shuddered beneath you, oversensitive but still clinging, his legs locking around you as if he couldn’t bear to let go. The jungle was silent save for the sound of your ragged breaths, the slow drip of sweat from your brow onto his heaving chest.
You leaned down, licking a slow stripe up his throat, tasting salt and exhaustion and something darker, something yours. Neteyam’s lashes fluttered, his lips parting on a soundless exhale as you pulled back just enough to meet his gaze— amber and gold, both equally ruined.
Summary: You fall off of your ikran into the forest during a wind trader raid. Neteyam finds you while looking for his siblings, and feeling bad for you, he helps you out. You are aggressive towards him in the beginning, but quickly start to like him as his behavior intrigues you.
Wc: 3.9k
Requested by @yeoyangz
You could hear the sounds of the leaves rustling from the wind and quiet movements of the ikrans and the clan, patiently waiting for their Tsahik’s signal.
It was another day of ambushing the wind traders, stealing their items and their lives. You smiled at the thought. And so did your Tsahik and mother, Varang. You were just as vicious as she was. After all, your ferocity was what made Varang choose you on that fateful day.
The Tsahik had decided that she needed a successor. She needed someone with as much bloodlust as she did. Someone who lives for destruction and ruin.
Varang ordered the clan to present their children to her. Her plan was simple. Pit all of the children against each other. Last one standing becomes her disciple.
You watched from afar, the group of kids your age growing. You were the equivalent of a stray animal, unaware of your origin but always around. You weren’t even planning to join, until some adult spotted you dragging you into the crowd, muttering something in annoyance.
You kept bumping shoulders with the other kids, who would just shoved you back and forth. They only stopped once their Tsahik appeared before them.
“Only one of you are worthy. And to prove it, you must fight.” Varang announced, a cold smile on her face.
You felt a pair of hands push you to the ground as the crowd fell into chaos. You then understood. It was either fight or die. You grabbed a leg and pulled them down. After that moment, you let your fists do the rest of the thinking. You didn’t even remember how many people you fought that day. All of it was a blur.
You were running on adrenaline and only stopped when you felt a firm tug on your kuru. You looked up into Varang’s eyes.
“I see you, boy.” She released your kuru and grabbed your wrist, raising your fist in the air. You looked down at the sight before you. Several kids either limping or laid upon the ground. A mix of yours and others blood dripping from your knuckles.
After that day and finding out you had no parents, Varang took you in as her own, calling you her son. You would be the only competent family member of hers, she’d tell you. Weakness was never an option. So she rigorously trained you, day and night. She showed you the ways of fire and its purity. Varang was the one to help you learn the kuru’s full capabilities. How you could seize control of anything you wanted with it. How it could bring your enemies to their knees.
And overtime, you turned into the perfect Mangkwan warrior, feared and respected.
Because of that, Varang loved bringing you along with her when raiding the other clans.
You leaned lower, your ikran doing the same while your eyes stayed on the wind traders. You glanced at Varang, who looked at you before grinning.
“Make them suffer.”
“Yes, Tsahik.” You nodded.
Letting out a war cry, Varang brought her nightwraith of the ledge and soared through the air towards the airships, you and the clan following after.
Even from afar, you could see the panicked expressions appear on the Tlalim’s faces as they frantically moved about, more and more of your warriors emerging from behind the mountains. Lines of black smoke following behind each one of you.
You held on tight to the harness, ducking down as your ikran picked up speed.
You lit the end of your arrow, placed in your bow, aimed, and let go. You watched as it pierced through one of the airship’s ropes, manically laughing as the fire climbed its way up. You flew towards a different ship, taking out your dagger as your ikran moved closer to the medusoid. Your blade punctured the animals side, cutting a long line as your ikran flew forward before returning it to your side.
You pulled on the handle, making your ikran go upwards. You cried and yelped, raising your fist into the sky, which your fellow clan members responded to by doing the same.
A strange noise then caught your attention, something similar to thunder. Your head turned as your eyes landed onto a man with some odd tool, a bang as another one of the Mangkwan fell.
You looked to your mother, who was just as puzzled as you were.
A warrior then flew by you two, holding a pouch.
You took out another arrow, lighting its end. You held up your bow and waited for Varang’s signal. She brought her hand up and then threw it down, signing the warrior to aim for the airship below.
“I am the fire!” Varang declared before you both shot your arrows into the pouch, setting him aflame. The warrior dove straight into the medusoid.
You grinned from ear to ear, a reflection of the explosion in your eyes. You raised your bow into the air, letting out sharp yelps and chants.
An arrow grazed the side of your cheek. You brought you hand up to your face, and lowered it.
Blood.
You looked of where the arrow came from. The one responsible already drawing another. You leaned in close to your ikran and directed it towards the attacker.
Your ikran clawed into his, snapping its head and biting down over and over. You narrowly avoided his ikran’s jaw. You hissed with an amused look on your face.
You were about to clash with the boy again until your ikran screeched in pain. You looked at its left wing. An arrow. You snarled in rage. Your ikran thrashed around, almost throwing you off of its back but you were persistent. However, you didn’t even have a second to think. You screamed as you felt an arrow pierce through your right thigh.
You looked around to see where the shoot came from but in all the chaos, you couldn’t tell. You tried to seize control of your ikran as it struggled in the air. You tried to hold on, but it was no use and you were thrown off of its back.
Varang could only watch as you plummeted into the forest, preoccupied in fighting the one who hurt you.
That was the last thing you saw before the forest engulfed you. You felt the wind rush against your back. You closed your eyes, bracing for the impact. But to your surprise, you felt the large leaves gently catch you, and lowering you into the plants.
You opened your eyes again but your vision became blurry. Soon enough, everything turned to black.
Your ears shot up before your eyes opened. You looked up to see a small prey animal, which you hissed at, scaring it away. You looked around you. Your body was caught up in the vines, barely suspending you above the ground. You spotted your bow and arrows just out of reach. The sky was darker than before. You must’ve been out of it for more than an hour. There was no longer any noise too, just the calming sounds of nature and the chirps of the insects and small animals . A little too calming for your taste.
Varang told you about what it looked like before the fire came down from the mountain. This must’ve been what she was describing. It irked you. How could Eywa leave all of your clan to die in a barren land while places as luscious in life like this existed?
You tugged each of your arms but to no avail. Both of them were stretched out and your legs were tangled up too. And the more you moved around, the more your leg hurt. That damn arrow was still in there.
“Fuck.” You muttered.
You let your body go limp, your head dropping. What were you supposed to do? You couldn’t grab your dagger to cut the vines. You didn’t see a single sign of your clan being nearby. You were completely defenseless from the predators in the area too. And you’d rather die than pray for Eywa to save you.
“Lo’ak? Kiri?” An unknown voice called out. You raised your head and could see the figure quickly approaching. The stranger’s hand pushed through the leaves, his eyes falling upon you and widening.
It only took you a second to recognize him as the one you were fighting earlier.
You hissed at him, your hand instinctively tried to reach for your dagger. Despite being unable to attack him, you still bared your teeth.
And the boy had his bow and arrow pointed towards you, ready to shoot at any moment. His eyes scanned over you. The red and black paint all over your ash-covered body. The killer look in your ember eyes. The animal bones and piercings adorned all over you. His hand pulled the string of his bow back, but then he looked closer. The vines keeping you trapped. The dried up blood on your cheek and your leg. The way your eye twitched and your brows furrowed as you tried to mask your wincing. Even with your fierce behavior, you still looked like a poor prey stuck in a trap. He couldn’t help but feel bad for you.
“What are you waiting for, huh?” You barked. “Go on and shoot me. You have an easy target.” An eery smile creeped onto your face.
The stranger lowered his bow and cautiously walked towards you, making sure to look you in your eyes. To say you were confused would be an understatement. You had never witness someone come up to you in the way that he was. They usually were either shaking in fear or trying to kill you.
But him, he was seemed to be trying to comfort you with quiet affirmations.
“I’m not going to attack you while you’re like this.”
You then saw him unsheathe his own knife. You laughed. “So you prefer to murder your enemies up close? Hm, and I thought your people were against such violence.”
“I’m not going to hurt you.” His voice firm. He grunted as he sliced through each vine, releasing you.
Your body fell to the ground with a thud. You were on your knees, adjusting to new feeling of not being in the air. You rubbed your wrist.
“Are you-” He was able to get out before you tackled him to the ground, grabbing your dagger. Your hand wrapped around his throat, your other holding your knife. You were just about to stab him in the heart before you felt a burning sensation in your leg.
The dagger dropped onto his chest as your hands reached for your wound.
The boy took your wrist, taking your hand off of his throat, and shoved you off of him. His hand was wrapped around your wrist and his other held down your shoulder, pinning you to the ground, you face against the dirt.
You growled as you struggled beneath him.
“That’s the thanks I get for helping you?” He snatched a nearby vine and tied it around your wrists. Once he made sure it was secure, he got off of you and sat you up. “I promise you I’m not trying to kill you.”
You scoffed as you struggled in the binds.
“You are a deeply mistrusting person.” He sighed, sitting across from you. “My name’s Neteyam.” He almost outstretched his hand, forgetting your current situation.
You stopped and looked at up at him in confusion. “Are you trying to befriend me?” Your tone offended but curious.
“I’m just trying to get you to not view me as a threat. It’s not right to attack an enemy in such a vulnerable state.” Neteyam sat across from you, placing his dagger and bow on the side, away from the both of you. “What’s your name?”
You turned your chin up. “Y/n te L/n Varang’itan, Neteyam.” You muttered his name as if you weren’t sure if it was really his own. You’ve heard of that name before. You knew that Toruk Makto had a son, and if he wasn’t lying about his name, then the boy in front of you was him, the perfect warrior.
“So you’re her son.” Neteyam commented. He had heard about you as well. About how ruthless your clan was. About how you all rejected the will of Eywa. About how the Tsahik’s successor was just as unmerciful as she was. And as much as he hated to even think it, you were even as handsome as the rumors told. The way your eyes looked deeply into his. The way your arms flexed against the binds. The scars decorated all over your body. He felt as if he were stuck in a trance.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” You moved away from with what strength you had left. Exhausted, your body slowly gave up. It wasn’t like you were going anywhere soon with your injured leg.
Neteyam’s eyes moved down to your thigh. “Don’t move. I’m going to remove the arrow, and if you resist, it’s going to hurt more.” He carefully moved closer to you. “And don’t hiss at me again, okay?”
Your mouth closed.
Neteyam broke off the feathered end and set it to the side. He, unfortunately, recognized those feathers at the end of the arrow. They were his mother’s. He was going to figure out how to apologize for that later.
“I’m going to pull it out now, alright?” He gently placed one of his hands on your thigh, the other holding onto the arrow.
You grinded your teeth at the feeling of the arrow exiting your body, your ears pinned to the sides of your head. It gave you a sense of relief when it finally left your body but also caused your leg to start bleeding again. Neteyam reacted immediately, tearing off a piece of his shawl, wrapping it around the wound, and tying it tight enough to stop the blood from coming out.
You breathed out as your shoulders sank. You didn’t understand. Why was this boy helping you? And he had multiple chances to kill you right then and there, so why hasn’t he? Curiousity started taking over your suspicion.
You tilted your head. Your eyes trailed down his body. You observed the glowing dots scattered all over his skin. They were in the same pattern the dots on your skin were, the only different between yours and his was the fact yours had been picked off with the sharp end of a blade years ago, leaving bumps instead of luminous spots like his.
“How does that feel?” Neteyam asked as he made the last knot.
“It feels fine.” You replied. The atmosphere almost felt as if you weren’t trying to kill him beforehand. Suddenly, your stomach grumbled loudly. You sighed in frustration.
“You must be thirsty too.” Neteyam moved next to you. “Here, drink this first.” He reached for the water pouch on his hip, unscrewed the cap, and brought it to your lips.
You moved your head away.
Neteyam frowned. “What is it?”
“You could be trying to poison me.” You answered, which Neteyam found ridiculous, but by your tone, he could tell you were serious.
But he wasn’t wrong. You were absolutely parched, but not enough to risk your life over it. You’d rather die to thirst than trust.
“I’m not, but watch.” He brought the mouth of the pouch to his lips and took a sip. “See? It’s just water.”
Neteyam offered it to you again, this time you drank. You hadn’t even realized how thirsty you were until that first sip, the water running down your chin.
“Wait here.” Neteyam put the cap back on and secured the bag to his hip. He stood up, looking around for something, anything, to feed you. After spotting a few fruits high up in a nearby tree, Neteyam made his way to the plant, swiftly climbing up it, picking a fruit, and jumping down.
“Just bite it from my hand.” Neteyam presented it to you.
“What is it?”
He blinked. “What?”
“The land of my village is barren. It does not grow anything, nor does it need to.” You angrily stated.
“I see,” Neteyam tossed around the fruit in his hand. “Well then, this is a Yovo fruit. You don’t need to do much, just bite down and chew.”
Your eyes narrowed.
“Alright, I’ll prove to you yet again I’m not trying to kill you right now… again.” He sunk his teeth into the yovo, chewed, and swallowed.
You cautiously sniffed the fruit before taking a bite. As soon as the flavor hit your tongue, your pupils seemed to double in size, and your tail swished side to side. You had never taste anything like it before, your palette accustomed to mostly meat, dry and tough. You started eating it like your life depended on it and finished it within seconds.
Maybe this Omaticaya boy wasn’t all too bad, you thought. No one had ever treated you the way he had. His kindness brought out a soft feeling inside of you. For the first time, in a long time, you experienced the feeling of safety, and you wanted more. Now, you had an urge to have him all for yourself. Plus, you wouldn’t mind having a pretty boy at your side.
“Hm,” You smiled and leaned back against the trunk of the tree behind you. “I think I like you, Neteyam.” You slowly looked him up and down. “I will have your heart.” You licked your lips, tasting the sweet fruit juice.
Neteyam stared at you, still processing what you just said and your switch in attitude. Weren’t you just trying to kill him a little while ago? “I’m flattered?” His tone unsure.
“I like your hair. Most Mangkwan by our age shave it all off.” You watched as each of his braids swayed with the breeze. The norm didn’t apply to you though. As the Tsahik’s son, you were able to do whatever you wanted with your appearance and clothing, just like her. You wondered what Neteyam would look like in Mangkwan attire.
“I should get going.” Neteyam fixed his shawl, looking back and forth between you and the forest.
“Stay.” You calmly stated. “Please?” You tilted your head to the other side, your eyes bigger than ever, your tail even wrapping around his.
“I…” Neteyam‘s eyes wandered to you two’s tails, to your eyes, and then the forest behind you. He knew he needed to look for his family, but it would eat him alive if his choice to leave you alone, left you, in your injured situation, dead. Neteyam carefully considered his options, a million thoughts running through his mind.
An idea flashed in his mind.
Bring you with him, find his family, and then part ways. It would be risky, to bring you along. Neteyam could just predict how the others, especially his mother, would react to him bringing along a Mangkwan with him, and the Tsahik’s son of all the Ash people.
“Neteyam?” You delicately whispered.
His tail whipped side to side and nearly hit the back of his head. “Sorry. I was just thinking… Do you think you can walk?”
“I can try.” You said before Neteyam moved behind you and cut the vines holding your arm together. “What are you doing?”
“I’ll explain on the way. Try to stand up.” He placed your hand on his shoulder and wrapped his arm around your waist, carefully lifting you up.
You winced at the sudden pressure on your right leg, but adjusted quickly and was finally standing, with the help of Neteyam of course. Your arm was now around his shoulder as his other hand held onto yours.
“My ikran is nearby. We can-”
An arrow flew past your eyes, sticking into the tree bark.
“You need to leave. Now.” You pushed Neteyam off of you, a confused, worried expression on his face.
You limped towards your bow and arrow, scrambling to draw an arrow and pointing it at Neteyam. Your head snapped back and forth as the sounds of calls and the silhouette grew, coming closer and closer.
Neteyam took a step closer. “Y/n-”
You took a step back, or at least tried to. “If you do not go now, my mother will have your head on a pole.” You hissed.
“Son!” Varang shouted as she commanded her warriors to rush towards you and the ‘threat.’ The Mangkwan climbed through the roots of the trees and pushed past the leaves. Neteyam was barely avoiding the amount of arrows attacking him. You moved in front of him, trying to slow their shots.
“Get far away from here!” You urged.
Neteyam looked into your eyes one last time before sprinting into the forest, his figure quickly disappearing into the trees.
You released your arrow, purposely shooting it into a tree. You stared into nothing when he was gone. You were surprised by your own actions… Did you just protect someone? You had grown so used to saving your own skin and not caring for anyone else’s but yours and your mother’s, putting your own life at risk for someone else’s felt odd.
Varang and the clan had reached it you. She looked at your condition up and down, examining the cut on your cheek, before ordering some of her warriors to chase after the other boy. You watched as they ran the same path as Neteyam.
“What happened to your leg, boy?”
You lowered your head in respect. “I was shot by an arrow, Tsahik.”
“I saw.” She flatly stated. “I’m asking why is there a cloth tied around it.” Varang pointed directly at the torn piece of Neteyam’s shawl.
“To stop the bleeding.” You kept your answer vague.
You could feel Varang’s intense stare upon you, she was deciding her next words. “You will ride with me upon my nightwrath.” She turned towards the others. “We will return home soon. Come, Y/n.”
She walked as you were forced to limp behind her for you were taught long ago that dependence is weakness, a thing worse than death. You glanced and couldn’t stop looking back where you last saw Neteyam. For the first time ever, you had wished that your clan would not succeed in their hunting. You wished to see him again, hopefully alive.
Extra:
Neteyam made his way through the leaves and bushes before seeing his family, except his mother.
“Neteyam!” Tuk exclaimed, running up to him and hugging him at his hip. The rest of his family turning towards him, all breathing out sighs of relief.
“Bro!” Lo’ak smiled, also running up to him before pausing, Kiri doing the same.
“Are you okay?” Jake spun Neteyam around by his shoulder, checking for injuries.
“Yes, sir, I’m okay.” Neteyam looked at his family’s confused faces, even Tuk looked confused. “What’s wrong?”
“You don’t see it?” Lo’ak partially laughed, amazed that his brother didn’t realize it. Neteyam’s brows furrowed. He knew he wasn’t majorly injured. Was there a bug on him?
Jake sighed, his hand dragging down his face. “You’ve got red and black paint all over your body, boy.”
“What.” He finally looked down. There was red and black paint smeared almost on all of him. His arms, legs, and torso all tainted with the two colors. It must’ve gotten on him from when you two wrestled and lifting you…
“Bro, did you get into a fist fight with one of the Mangkwan? How are you still alive?” Lo’ak scoffed, receiving a slap at his arm from Kiri.
“I… encountered one.” The image of your eyes flashed in his mind.
“Who?” Kiri asked what they were all thinking.
Neteyam looked around and then to the floor. “The son of Varang.” He responded under his breath as if speaking of you would summon you right behind him, but deep inside of him, something yearned for you.
“What.” They spoke in unison.
Note: Neteyam is alive guys… but anyways, I would love to make like a pt. 2 and like expand on this if it’s well liked enough, or if anyone gives me more ideas. I’m always open to requests and comments guys pleaseeee. PLEASEEEE.
Also I am sorry to those whose requests I haven’t finished yet. I promise I’m cooking them in my drafts right now.
OH AND TO THE PERSON WHO REQUESTED THIS. I hope it was to your satisfaction. I hope y/n is as ruthless as you wanted him to be.
