Sotey Ship, Week Day 3 Aftercare
Pairing: So'lek xfem! Tamtey (sarentu reader)
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The dim glow of bioluminescent vines cast a soft, ethereal light over the woven hammock in So’lek’s secluded alcove within the resistance camp. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a heady mix of musk and the faint floral notes from Tamtey’s skin. She lay beneath him, her lithe blue body glistening with a sheen of sweat, her chest heaving from the intensity of their earlier exertions. So’lek, the fierce Na’vi warrior with his scarred, muscular frame, hovered above her, his queue still twitching from the neural bond they’d shared moments ago. Their tsaheylu had amplified every sensation, turning their mating into a symphony of raw, primal need that echoed through their connected minds.
It had started slow, with So’lek’s large hands exploring her curves, tracing the swell of her hips and the dip of her waist. Tamtey had arched into his touch, her breath hitching as his fingers dipped between her thighs, finding her already wet and ready. 'So’lek,' she’d whispered, her voice laced with desire, pulling him down for a deep kiss. Their tongues tangled, mimicking the thrusts to come, while his cock hardened against her belly, thick and insistent.
He’d positioned himself at her entrance, the broad head of his cock pressing against her slick folds. With a low growl, he pushed in, inch by inch, stretching her pussy around his girth. Tamtey gasped, her nails raking down his back as he filled her completely, the sensation of fullness making her toes curl. 'Yes... just like that,' she moaned, her legs spreading wider to accommodate him.
So’lek began to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm, each thrust driving deeper. The hammock swayed gently beneath them, adding to the rhythm as he fucked her with building intensity. His hands gripped her thighs, holding her open as he slammed into her, the wet sounds of their joining filling the alcove. Tamtey’s breasts bounced with every impact, her nipples hard peaks that he leaned down to capture with his mouth, sucking and biting lightly to draw out her cries.
'Harder,' she’d begged, her voice breaking as pleasure coiled tight in her core. So’lek obliged, his pace quickening, pounding into her pussy with relentless force. His balls slapped against her ass, and she met every thrust, her hips bucking up to take him deeper. The bond heightened it all the slide of his cock along her walls, the friction building heat, the way her clit throbbed with each grind of his pelvis against it.
Sweat dripped from his brow onto her skin as he chased his release, his grunts mingling with her moans. Tamtey’s hands clutched at his shoulders, her body tensing as orgasm crashed over her. Her pussy clenched around him, pulsing in waves that milked his cock. 'So’lek! I’m coming!' she cried, her vision blurring with ecstasy.
He followed moments later, burying himself to the hilt as hot cum erupted from him, flooding her depths in thick spurts. He ground against her, prolonging the sensations until she shuddered beneath him, oversensitive and spent. Finally, he eased out, his cock softening but still slick with their combined fluids, a trail of cum leaking from her well-fucked pussy.
Now, as the aftershocks faded, So’lek shifted to her side, his large hand gently cupping her face, thumb tracing the curve of her cheekbone. 'You are well, my Tamtey?' he murmured, his voice low and tender, a stark contrast to the growls he’d emitted during their coupling. His eyes, usually sharp with the vigilance of a warrior, now held only softness as he searched her face for any sign of discomfort.
Tamtey smiled weakly, her eyelids heavy with satisfaction. 'More than well,' she whispered, nuzzling into his palm. Her body ached in the best way a delicious soreness from where he’d stretched and filled her completely, her muscles lax and humming with residual pleasure. She felt cherished, claimed, and utterly sated.
So’lek nodded, his expression softening further. He reached for a nearby gourd of fresh water, tipping it carefully to let a stream trickle into her open mouth. She drank greedily, the cool liquid soothing her parched throat and washing away the salt of their passion. Once she’d had her fill, he set it aside and gathered soft moss from the alcove’s edge damp and fragrant from the nearby stream. With gentle strokes, he wiped away the sweat and remnants of their passion from her inner thighs, his touch feather-light to avoid any tenderness. The moss glided over her sensitive skin, cleaning the sticky trails of cum that had seeped out, leaving her feeling refreshed.
'Mmm,' Tamtey sighed, relaxing under his care. His fingers lingered, massaging her hips where faint bruises from his grip might form, working out the knots with firm but careful pressure. He kneaded the muscles there, easing the ache from their vigorous mating, his thumbs circling in slow, soothing patterns. Leaning down, he pressed soft kisses along her collarbone, then lower to her breasts, suckling lightly at her nipples until they pebbled again not to arouse, but to comfort and reaffirm his devotion.
Tamtey’s hand reached up, stroking his queue gently, feeling the faint pulses of their lingering bond. It was a quiet connection now, a warm hum that wrapped around them like an invisible embrace. So’lek hummed in response, his own hand trailing up her side, tracing the lines of her ribs before cupping her breast, thumb brushing idly over the nipple he’d just tended.
Rising slightly, So’lek pulled a lightweight blanket woven from glowing fibers over them both, cocooning their bodies in warmth. The fibers shimmered faintly, casting a gentle light that danced across their skin. He drew her against his chest, her head resting on the steady thrum of his heartbeat. One arm wrapped around her waist, holding her close, while his tail curled possessively around her leg, the tip stroking her calf in lazy patterns.
'Tell me if you need more,' he said, his breath warm against her ear. His free hand combed through her disheveled braids, untangling them with patience, his fingers working out each knot without pulling. He separated the strands gently, re-braiding sections as he went, a intimate ritual that spoke of his care.
Tamtey nestled deeper, her hand splaying over his abdomen, feeling the ridges of his scars marks of battles fought and survived. She traced them lightly, her touch reverent. 'This is perfect,' she replied, her voice sleepy but content. The bond between them lingered faintly, a comforting hum rather than the electric surge of before. In this quiet aftermath, So’lek’s warrior facade melted away, revealing the devoted mate who cherished her beyond the heat of the moment.
But as the minutes stretched, Tamtey felt a subtle stir within her a gentle ache that craved more of his touch, not in urgency, but in the soft exploration of recovery. She shifted slightly, pressing her thigh against his groin, where his cock lay semi-hard against his leg. So’lek noticed, his body tensing briefly before relaxing. 'Do you wish for another joining?' he asked, his voice husky, though he made no move to push.
She shook her head, smiling up at him. 'Not yet. Just... touch me. Here.' Her hand guided his to her lower belly, where the warmth of his seed still pooled inside her.
So’lek understood, his fingers dipping lower to cup her mound gently. He massaged her there, pressing lightly against her clit in slow circles, not to ignite fire but to soothe the lingering sensitivity. Tamtey sighed, her legs parting instinctively as he worked, his touch tender and unhurried. He slipped a finger inside her, gathering some of their mixed fluids and spreading them over her folds, cleaning and caressing in one motion.
'You carry my essence,' he murmured, pride lacing his words as he watched her face. His finger moved in and out slowly, not thrusting but exploring, feeling the way her body welcomed him even in repose.
Tamtey’s breath quickened, but it was a soft pleasure, building like a gentle wave. She reached for him in turn, her hand wrapping around his cock, stroking it lazily from base to tip. It hardened under her touch, but she kept the pace slow, matching his care. Pre-cum beaded at the slit, and she used it to slick her palm, gliding over the veined length.
They lay like that for what felt like hours, hands exploring without demand, kisses peppered along necks and shoulders. So’lek nuzzled her ear, whispering endearments in Na’vi, words of protection and love that made her heart swell. Tamtey responded by licking a stripe up his throat, tasting the salt of his skin, her teeth grazing lightly.
Eventually, the touches grew more insistent, the air thickening once more with desire. So’lek rolled her onto her side, spooning behind her, his cock nestling between her thighs. He entered her slowly this time, not with the frenzy of before, but with deep, languid strokes that rocked them together. His hand splayed over her belly, pulling her back against him as he thrust, his lips on her neck.
Tamtey moaned softly, pushing back to meet him, her pussy welcoming the gentle invasion. It was intimate, connected, the bond flaring softly as they moved in unison. He reached around to rub her clit, fingers circling in time with his hips, building her pleasure steadily.
'Come with me,' he breathed, his voice roughening as climax approached. Tamtey nodded, her body tightening around him, and they shattered together her walls fluttering, his cock pulsing as he spilled inside her again, warm and filling.
Afterward, true rest came. So’lek withdrew carefully, then resumed his ministrations: more water, more moss, more massages. He fed her bites of sweet fruit from a nearby vine, juice dripping down her chin which he licked away with a chuckle. They talked in murmurs about the day’s hunts, dreams of a peaceful future, silly nothings that bonded them deeper.
As the night deepened, their breathing synchronized, and Tamtey drifted into a contented slumber, safe in his embrace. So’lek stayed awake a while longer, watching over her, his hand resting protectively on her hip. In the quiet of the alcove, their world was perfect, a haven of passion and care amid the chaos beyond.
In the hush of the alcove, with the bioluminescent vines pulsing like distant stars, So’lek remained vigilant, his gaze fixed on Tamtey’s serene face. Her breathing had evened out into the deep rhythm of sleep, her body curled trustingly against his. The warmth of her skin seeped into him, a reminder of their shared ecstasy, and he felt a profound contentment settle in his chest. But even in repose, he couldn’t resist tending to her, ensuring every trace of their passion was met with his devotion.
Gently, so as not to disturb her slumber, So’lek eased his arm from beneath her head, propping it on a soft roll of woven fibers. He sat up slowly, the blanket slipping down to pool at their waists, revealing the faint marks his teeth had left on her shoulders reddened imprints that spoke of her surrender. His eyes roamed her form appreciatively: the gentle rise and fall of her breasts, the subtle curve of her hip where his hand had rested, and between her thighs, the soft, swollen lips of her pussy still glistening faintly from their last joining.
He reached for another handful of the damp moss, soaking it anew in the trickle of water from the gourd. Starting at her neck, he dabbed lightly, wiping away the drying sweat that clung to her blue skin. The moss trailed down her collarbone, circling each nipple with care the peaks still sensitive, perking slightly under the cool touch before relaxing again. Tamtey stirred faintly, a soft murmur escaping her lips, but she didn’t wake, her eyelids fluttering in dreams.
So’lek’s hand moved lower, over the flat plane of her belly where his seed had taken root in warmth. He pressed the moss there, cleaning any stray droplets of their fluids that had trickled out during their spooned embrace. His fingers parted her folds briefly, not invading but soothing, the moss gliding over her clit in feather-light strokes to ease any lingering tenderness. A fresh bead of his cum escaped as he touched her, and he caught it tenderly, wiping it away while murmuring Na’vi words of affection under his breath promises of protection, of endless nights like this.
Satisfied with her cleanliness, he set the moss aside and gathered a small pot of healing salve from his supplies, a mixture of crushed herbs and bioluminescent sap that glowed faintly in the dim light. Dipping his fingers into the cool paste, he warmed it between his palms before applying it to her hips. The bruises there were blooming softly, purple shadows from his earlier grip, and he massaged the salve in with circular motions, his thumbs digging just enough to work it into the muscle without pain. Her skin absorbed it eagerly, the glow spreading like a protective aura.
Tamtey sighed in her sleep, shifting closer to the sensation, her leg draping over his thigh. So’lek smiled, a rare softness breaking through his warrior’s stoicism. He continued downward, slathering the salve over her inner thighs, where friction had left them chafed. His touch was reverent, fingers tracing the lines of her muscles, kneading away the subtle aches from hours of clenching around him. When he reached her pussy again, he applied a thin layer to her outer lips, rubbing gently to soothe the stretch from his thick cock, ensuring no soreness would linger into the dawn.
With her body tended, So’lek turned to her hair. Her braids, half-undone from their earlier tangles, spilled across the hammock like midnight rivers. He worked methodically, his large hands surprisingly deft as he combed through with a carved bone pick, separating knots and smoothing the strands. One by one, he re-wove them, incorporating fresh beads from a pouch at his side tiny shells that clicked softly as he secured them. It was a labor of love, each braid a testament to their bond, tighter than the tsaheylu they’d formed.
As he finished, Tamtey’s eyes cracked open, hazy with sleep but warm with gratitude. 'So’lek...' she whispered, her voice thick, reaching for him. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a slow, unhurried kiss, his tongue sweeping gently to taste her anew.
'You rest,' he replied, breaking the kiss to nuzzle her forehead. 'I am here.' But she pulled him back, guiding his hand to her breast, where he cupped it softly, thumb rolling the nipple in lazy circles. Not to arouse, but to reaffirm his mouth followed, latching onto the peak and suckling with tender pulls, drawing a contented hum from her.
He lavished the same attention on the other side, his free hand stroking her side in long, calming sweeps. Tamtey’s fingers threaded into his hair, holding him close as she drifted in and out of wakefulness. When he lifted his head, she tugged him down fully, their bodies aligning once more under the blanket. No urgency drove them now; it was pure comfort, his cock nestling soft against her thigh, her pussy brushing his hip in innocent contact.
So’lek fetched more water, holding the gourd to her lips again. She sipped slowly, then licked a drop from his finger when it escaped, her eyes locking with his in playful intimacy. He chuckled lowly, feeding her a piece of fruit next a ripe, juicy berry that burst on her tongue. Juice trailed down her chin, and he leaned in to lap it up, his tongue tracing her jawline before claiming her mouth in a sweet, lingering kiss.
They settled then, truly, with So’lek on his back and Tamtey pillowed on his chest. His arms encircled her, one hand splayed over her back, rubbing slow circles to lull her. His tail wrapped around her ankle, a possessive anchor. The bond hummed faintly between them, a thread of shared peace that wove through their dreams.
As the alcove’s glow dimmed with the approach of night’s deepest hour, So’lek pressed a final kiss to her temple. 'Sleep, my heart,' he breathed. Tamtey obeyed, her body melting into his, utterly safe and adored. In this sanctuary, amid the whispers of vines and the distant calls of the forest, their love bloomed eternal fierce in passion, gentle in care.
