SARENTU FIC
My sarentu is names Yaxeyë, Tamtey still exists but they are separate people. Yaxeyë uses They/She and occasional He when mistaken for a man but feels comfortable with all pronouns, Nefika is her non bio mom as i felt so mothered by her. Tamtey uses all pronouns but almost exclusively she. Yaxeyë left cryo a year before the others, left alone to explore and defend for herself with no idea that her friends or former allies were still breathing but the sarentu was able to become family again once she found her way back.
part1! part 2 soon.
pairings: Numtet x Yaxeyë.
SMUT WARNING
Yaxeyë did not care for stories, having lost what culture she had at a young age. She had always been less soft than Someone like Ri’nela or Tamtey but more serious than Teylan and Nor. She was a fighter…not a Sarentu, she felt unworthy of the role given her less than forgiving nature. Even Teylan was kinder to Pandora than she was, but she was just so focused on ridding her home of these humans.
Until she found her way back to Tamtey, her self proclaimed sister. She had changed so much so fast, becoming the mighty warrior that mirrored her fallen Sister. She introduced Yaxeyë to So’lek, who had more in common with her than her fellow Sarentu.
Tamtey encouraged them to accompany her to gather contributions for the Kame’tire, she wanted to show Yaxeyë around and possibly integrate them with the clan as a way to help find her inner Sarentu.
Tamtey had made some leeway by introducing her to Anufi, who was able to soften her defenses the same way Nefika was able to but with less luck than their surrogate mother.
Anufi had been the one to show her their spirit tree and…Namtet, a Kame’tire storyteller. Yaxeyë knew Tamtey seemed to plan boring them with old stories in hopes of fostering some confidence in telling her own. She allowed it, for now. But her sister in arms was going to understand that Yaxeyë didn’t do friends.
That was until Namtet began to ramble, earning a silent glare from her. But he didn’t seem to get the hint as he pushed forward with stories that had grown old long before she stepped foot on Clouded forest territory, Tamtey usually had that whole biome to look after while she stuck to the kinglor forest. But their gaze had…altered when the older man leaned back onto his arms, looking everywhere but them.
She had no clue what she was feeling but for once, she couldn’t intimidate someone into silence or just take them out like the soldiers she combats. Namtet either had no idea or simply was too care free to even entertain Yaxeyë’s mean streak.
Which led to Tamtey inviting her more often in joining the Kame’tire for whatever reason, which was probably to keep her from Nesim since they both preferred combat to gentle conversation. Namtet had asked her to follow him and assist in gathering herbs, Tamtey had answered for them before they could decline.
“Sure! Yaxeyë will love to gather, she has not yet explored this area. Maybe…you could show her around?” Tamtey placed a hand to her shoulder, wearing a soft smile that they both knew was just smugness disguised. That itself earned a muttered curse before Yaxeyë was quick to follow after the storyteller.
The pair had been scavenging for a few hours, Namtet explaining and gifting her various plants in hopes of sharing his knowledge. She was less than enthusiastic but she was grateful regardless, as cruel as she seemed to be, she was purposefully gentle whenever she was to help Namtet navigate the rougher terrain.
Soon, they had stopped to feast on the berries they collected and the older man resumed his usual position with his hands tucked behind his head. Yaxeyë had been too observant of their surroundings, ears twitching to catch any noise that indicated trouble or danger. She hadn’t been paying attention to her companion at all, which irritated him whenever he initiated conversation.
He decided he had enough and spoke loud enough it caused her head to snap in his direction. “Tamtey had not told me you do not favor speaking. I had assumed from yet another Sarentu to be more open.” He met her eyes, tilting his head to indicate his stern tone hidden behind false curiosity. Yaxeyë felt like he had spoken out of turn regarding of their behaviour, they were still getting used to how direct and blunt Na’vi truly were. “I don’t find speaking useful. You are just uncomfortable in silence.” They had found a way to snap back, her tone shutting down any further confrontation.
Namtet had seemed to miss that cue as well. “You are very rude. Tamtey should’ve know better than to let me wander off with you.” He waved his hand toward them, scolding as he leaned back, elbows holding himself up.
The young sarentu had nothing to say to that, she had been dismissive but no one had cared not for her own sternness. “Hm” the hum was low as their eyes met once again, this time he was inspecting them.
“Maybe…you are too fierce. Fighting all the time is not good for your spirit.” Namtet spoke softer, assessing her serious expression. “You have not had fun, No?” His burning gaze was beginning to disturb the warrior, yet for once. Talking about something that wasn’t RDA or strategies was seemingly tolerable. Although it did not pull a response from her, she was much less standoffish.
She blames Tamtey for everything that were to unfold. But she blames themselves for being so complicit in enabling the older man.
His long fingers brushed over the curve of their ear, standing a few inches taller that…intimidated her if not for his submission.
He layed on his back, hands cupping her small chest as she heaved. It was strange, it forced her to act on pure instinct and curiosity akin to her thoughtful planning. She was unsure for the first time, but Namtet was keen to guide her.
His fingers first worked them open, all three sliding in and out of her needy hole. Their breath was heavy as she was crouched in front of him, legs spread wider than necessary which eluded to her naïveté of their bonding. He slowly removed his soaked fingers, rubbing the slick off onto Yaxeyë’s stomach. He allowed her to crawl atop him, insisting they straddle him with few whispers. She was quick to guide his cock to her entrance, always following the next step like she still had Priya instructing her through their earpiece. Namtet gently pried her hand from his length, sitting up on his hands to further undress them. Their hair pulled back in a hasty topknot were undone, allowing locks of sleak black strands to flow over their shoulders and face. His lips were just as gentle as he kissed her, her irises burning into his closed ones before they followed suit, her fingers hovering above his jaw.
Yaxeyë was…vulnerable. Everything was moving too slow, too gentle and it was nothing like throwing herself headfirst into an outpost base. But she didn’t have time to focus on her own uncertainty as Namtet began to push into her awaiting heat, the thick head stretching her as her hips jerked, the rest of his length entering them that resulted in a moan to bellow from their lips.
They couldn’t wait, not when for the first time they have connected with another Na’vi other than her resistance family. She rolled on the balls of her feet, penetrating herself on Namtet as his eyes rolled back into his skull. Her cunt was tight but warm, keen and welcoming to his intrusion despite her defensive nature. Every few thrusts, his hips jerked to meet theirs, forcing a grunt from them both every time the sloppy angle hit enough to curl toes.
There was no way he could finish from this, Yaxeyë had no clue what she was doing and it was frustrating them both. Nails dipped into the flesh of her ankle, forcing them to pause which gave him enough time to pull her lugging figure to the ground, pushing himself to his knees before slotting between her legs. He made quick work of re entering them, a gasp and muttering slur beneath their breath as her ankles crossed over his bare ass.
He gave an experimental thrust, skin slapping together as he hit a spot buried deep inside her. “Mgh…Namtet.” She whispered, voice hoarse from repressed moans. His grinds started off slow before working into an even rhythm, Yaxeyë was unable to control herself and smushed her face into the dirt to prevent her from losing her mind from the sheer pleasure that wrecked her body. She dug nails into skin of their palms so she wouldn’t run them down Namtet’s back and thighs, even if the idea of seeing scratches littering his flesh was enough to cause her back to arch.
It wasn’t long until she came undone, panting as her eyes fluttered closed before she looked up at her newfound mate. By customs anyway, they were mated from what Nefika had taught her.
They oddly didn’t mind, he understood the part of her that had died long before she could name it. She brought more purpose to his life aside of his position as Storyteller, sharing her own experiences and brought light to the wars she fought.
Tamtey knew when their eyes met the night after, Yaxeyë’s warm hand upon their shoulder as if she had finally accepted her place among the Sarentu, the resistance and Pandora as a whole. She would hold out until Yaxeyë came to her own senses and told everyone of her mate. Until then, it was just shared glances.
