i have a disgusting soft spot for varang like thats my baby. yes her tall ass is little spooning and yes she whimpers and whines and gets bratty despite the domineering show she puts on for her clan.
“For you I would destroy the heavens, for you I would demolish hell…no promises, no threats.”
Part - 4
PART 1, PART 2, PART 3
Paring: Varang x Na'vi! Ex-human! Reader.
Synopsis: As they start to learn how to live together, until Quaritch stumbles on their lives and breaks that little piece of heaven.
TW: NSFW, 18+, we have a SHIT TON OF SMUT!, Non-con, Dub-con, possessive behaviour, Yandere Varang, kidnapping, alteration of the canon (canon can suck my balls), mentions of the Omegaverse (they don’t use words like alphas, omegas or betas, they just take the role and be freaky as they wish to be), Sapphic Omegaverse, pet play, humiliation, WLW pregnancy, breeding kink (YOU ARE VERY WARNED), use of funny toxic plants, jealousy, little angst, choking, V on V, pussy rubbing, cunnilingus, nipple play, Quaritch is a warning tag alone, sexist Quaritch, fingering, main OC is starting to like murder, kind of like a love confession?, fluff?, light mention of the Sully's family, Neytiri appears in here, If I forget to tag something, plz feel free to stone me to death.
A/N: I did fucking take my time to update, huh? Fuck, time flies too fast and I’m too old. Enjoy, my queer perverts!
Remember that English is not my first language, so I’m sorry…
Chapter four - Fed you with my heart out.
Living with her is not that bad, for the rare occasions where she just induced me to almost an overdose of sex, drugs, and other drugs in general, sometimes I suspect she just experiments with me – don’t do this at home, kids! -, we just repeat the same cycle over and over, making days insufferably longer than they should be.
Firstly, we start with a hangover.
Later, me or Varang do something nice for the other, and she immediately vanishes.
Comes back.
We get high.
We fuck.
We fight.
We fuck.
Sleep.
Repeat process.
It’s been weeks since I started to live inside her little, pristine, princess jail container, and I shouldn’t be surprised nobody has come after me, at least not to even ask if I were alive or not.
Sad for my poor little blue ass, but not disappointing.
They turned their backs to me the second I turned into Varang Pillows Princess, and the Sesgua cut us off when they saw the tiniest inconvenience.
But, like I said, it’s not that bad.
The mark started to heal well; it could have healed faster if the fucking Tsa’hik wasn’t a psychotic nymphomaniac with an uncalled drug addiction.
The shivers, the bad sleep and the fevers finally stopped, and only the elders were nice enough to cut the pain, because that turned her on.
At least she inseminates me two or three times a day, I pray for anything, I don’t get pregnant with her or be out of here to terminate with the damn thing.
But where would I go?
Who could I go to?
If I were an invaluable asset to the RDA, they would have already been here in day or two, armed with their teeth and burning this whole place; they are experts. And the ungrateful bunch of Sesgua people didn’t even try to do something; I don’t know what exactly, but something could be nice, I’m fully aware this is not very 'good vibes! Hello, I’m a psychologist, do you want to talk about your feelings?'.
It is hard not to build a bitter heart, resent it’s a bitter sweet taste on your tongue, you are scared to start to like.
Staying close to Varang is dangerous.
Like a fire, I’m craving to let her burn me completely.
And just let the rest of the world burn.
All my years of service, efforts, I had a life, and I gave it to people who didn’t even defend me when I got into trouble, I know the point of selflessness, but would it cost that much to care just a little? I had no family. No friends I can count on, just my flying lizard. I don’t know where she is. I had no one, and all I had to do is to turn a little blue and be liked by the perfect psycho.
Would that be the only reason?
Would that make a difference?
What if they were waiting for a solid excuse to throw me out of the bus?
“I want to burn the world with you,” I told her while she was braiding my hair; she likes to groom me like a pet.
Well, there is no other word for me than just a pet.
But you get me.
“How come the interest?” she asked steadily, but I could feel her soft fingers braiding in my scalp, it’s sweet.
I shrugged; I don’t need to tell her I want to burn and kill people from the RDA because I feel bitter and resentful as fuck.
“I’m bored,” I said, half true, I’m bored to death and I might start rotting inside if I don’t have something else than just waiting to Varang to appear after her attacks and railed me over.
She hums, pretending to think, she is erratic, but sometimes she can get predictable too.
She pretends she gives a shit about my complaints, and still she does her own way, because she never loses.
“I may be considered if you try what I made you.” Varang also makes me clothes, she takes materials from the murdered tribes, and she just makes them with a smug pride on her face.
How much blood has been spilled for a single top or a skirt?
Today’s clothes were made by seashells from the Southwest Ocean Islands; I could recognise the beauty of such rare luxury.
“When did you go that far?” I asked her, extremely amazed, she is a total feral cat sometimes, but she really has an eye for clothes and beauty, and the fact that she just went that far is amazing.
Because the Mangwan are lazy, they don’t like going that far.
I didn’t like loving the outfits that much, or that my appreciation for her is getting bought by stupid pieces of clothes, but what else do I have than just her?
“Did you like it, pet?” asked Varang, with an aroused look in her big cat eyes, well, that’s something else that happens too.
Varang can be in the mood for everything.
When she is happy, upset, bored, frustrated, if she is thrilled after a victory or sad because she didn’t spill as much blood as she wanted; it truly sucked when she got aroused on my fevers, I didn’t enjoy that at all, but at least she came quick.
But in my time with her, I learned so much about her.
How tired she is, even for that cruel character of hers, she can’t get rid of. She is not a sweet monster condemned by the narrative, she is a full narcissist cunt with an inflated ego because she is scared shitless, insecure, and her obsession comes from lackness.
Well, sometimes having a psychology degree works for something.
But I know where all that came from, and that came from pain, rejection. I deeply understood her, and I didn’t like that, because what does it make me?
I don’t need the cage.
I don’t need to escape.
But I don’t think she is aware; she knows that.
“I do, you have talent,” I said, just walking and sitting on her lap; I learned that maybe showing her a little of genuine appreciation is more valuable than fake flattery, her eyes appreciating the fitting of her creation, her sneaky fingers travelled through my waist up to cup my breasts perfectly.
“They are getting swollen…” she said in a raspy voice, hotter than it supposes to be, but OK, fuck it, we are here.
Her touch is slow, calculated, and her tongue soft, her lips embraced my nipples so softly I could barely contain a gasp; it is true, I’m over sensitive, maybe sore, because I barely just finished with her tongue and fingers inside my pussy, and half an hour later, she is back, well… that’s how it feels.
“You think?” I asked, containing the moans, it’s not the big deal to start screaming for.
But I didn’t want to feed her delusion of my future pregnancy.
Because I have been suspecting that maybe I am.
She bites softly one of the nipples, backing me off, so she pulls the other nipple bead with her hand, shaking my tears on her forehead as we fight.
“You should be with child by now… pet!” She groans, playing with my nipple a little more and torturing the other.
“Maybe I’m not—I’m not fertile!” I mumbled, fighting with my shaking breathing.
“Maybe I’m not inseminating you enough!” She hisses as she swaps me to her bed; the place is small, that’s why I’m fighting for her to forget about the jail piece of her hut. She leaves me lean on the surface, getting the right position for our cunts to start kissing, exchanging sweet fluids between each other.
My body is full of bites, some still fresh and most healing.
She is always eager to create new wounds.
Her thrusting is exhilarating, no matter how many times of the day this happens, I’m never enough to her: the safety of her scent, her violent embracing; she is possessive, by the way she always manages to cage my body into hers, by all times.
Varang’s hands trap my throat as she looks at me directly into the eyes as her hips keep brushing with mine, seeking desperately for release, it’s not clean or civilized, it’s sloppy and animalistic.
“You… You will give me children. Pretty as you, they would be known for their beauty and power! Fuck!” she hisses as she huffs above me. “Your job is to fucking carry them on your belly!”
Tears fall down by default for the lack of air, I just nod, knowing a little more and I will die, or I come.
I learned that pain tastes good, too.
“You better—you better give them to me!” she moans before coating my overflowing pussy with her white stuff, well, the impregnation stuff.
After coming, she runs out.
The fucking cycle.
...
My days wouldn’t be more boring until a bunch of rumbles outside the hut happened. I cannot count how many weeks I have been here, but I would guess by almost a month and a half.
Oh, to have Varang’s trust! I would become her trophy wife, just for her to let me do something as normal as chores, the only people I see around are other people who come to clean and make food in the hut, but also keep an eye on me while she is gone.
Well, I would have to learn how to do Na’vi chores first, even children know how, I’m a psychologist, not an anthropologist, to know about this stuff.
I know Na’vi are more advanced than us because partners divide the chores; there is no such bullshit as ‘50/50’, because how can you make something like that while you have to run over your next meal every day?
They don’t have the sexist crap humans have.
But I know a sexist blue motherfucker.
I could recognise the idiot anywhere.
Fucking Quaritch walking inside the hut, looking around with a horrified looking eye on his face, and those eyes finally land on me; I could swear he almost smiled.
We hated each other, he was an animal before and after he turned blue; painfully, we ended up in the same line of story, and I want to choke myself.
When he was human, he was a sexist poor son of a bitch, he destroyed everything around him, and in the first war against Jake Sully, I was so glad he was put down like the mad dog he was. He just to make women cry, every girl that had the misfortune of stumbling on his way had a guarantee her life would be ruined in weeks. He hurt so many colleagues and friends. I was so happy when they killed him.
Until they had the horrendous idea of bringing him back, like me.
“Cozy,” he said, I scoffed, rolling my eyes.
I mean, yeah, her hut is creepy as fuck, and plus has a kidnapped Na’vi woman who used to be a person on a corner like a normal flower vase.
“Hi, Rich” I said, no matter how much I hate the guy, I have never been glad to have anything that broke my daily dull routine.
He hates when I call him like that, that’s why I made sure to everyone in the scientific centre to call him like that too.
“Look what the cat dragged in, and I don’t mean it literally, I don’t want to offend the pretty lady here,” he said, looking backwards to Varang, she looks… hard to read.
He is right, he dragged me here, I can’t pretend he isn’t right, and you know what? I’m not even mad.
“Don’t talk to my pet,” she said, pulling Quaritch to sit down while she is preparing one of the magical powders she has. I could recognise it immediately, and I held every inch of my gestures to not inform him he would get into a strong bad trip.
“Right… well, what I was saying, is that maybe we could get into an alliance, it’s rare to find a strong woman like you that can match my strength.” What? Vrang didn’t lose time and just blew the powerful powder inside his nostrils, finally shut him up, he scoffs uncontrollably.
Amateur.
“Strong shit!” He still scoffs, while the black of his irises turns bigger and bigger.
Varang is enjoying this, sitting on his big, strong lap… inspecting his face.
No way she fancies him!
“What are you doing?” I ask her, just to be totally ignored.
“And what would I win, giving you my men to you?” she asked, playing with him the same way she would play with me.
I see red.
Stab wounds started to bleed out of me.
Am I fucking jealous???
“I can give you weapons,” he said, oh fuck…
Varang was hooked up.
I want to stab him.
“I can give you anything you want, lets just destroy and burn all this place up, what do you say, cupcake?” Those were sweet words for her.
She just turned back to me with a shit eating grin and a high, ugly motherfucker under her touch.
She is enjoying my discomfort.
I want to stab her, too.
...
Varang never promised me anything about coming with her on missions. So, I stay, but Quaritch gave her what she wanted immediately; he teaches them how to use guns and flame throwers.
“Why are you fucking me while you have that other stinking- fucking pet under your thumb, huh?!” I complained, with my teeth tight together, while Varang, strong fingers fuck me raw; she is making me come for the third time this morning: the first one was because I ignored her, the second because I insulted her, and this time because I didn’t want to get dressed with the clothes she chose.
She giggles, letting my nipple go with a hard pop.
“Are you worried I like my new pet more than you?” she said, thrusting harder, making me see stars.
“I fucking hate you!” I growled, before coming undone on her hand.
“Not that much apparently,” she said, tasting the juices before leaving to do whatever an obnoxious fucking cunt does!
I could get dressed before the walking piece of shit walked in.
“Ugh! It stinks of sex in here! You two dykes don’t lose time, huh?” he said, making my stomach turn. “Don’t look at me like if I didn’t know already what you were doing anyway!” He laughed, sitting on the table, he is just waiting for Varang.
“Why can’t you mind your own fucking business?” I want him gone, I was maybe inside a tiny cage, but I would not let him see me weak in here.
“Don’t worry, sweet tits, you wouldn't have ever seen me again or anyone from the RDA ever if it wasn’t because I need your crazy girlfriend to get Jake Sully; actually, your little chubby friend, what’s his name?” I didn't bother giving him Mike's name. “He was such a pain in the ass to get you back, but every sensible person would have guessed you would have ended up as the Mangwan third course meal, well, something like it”.
“So, you are actually using my crazy girlfriend to look up to your ten-year-old plus, married, homoerotic situationship?” I would never miss a single time to see him angry or uncomfortable.
“I’m not gay!” I want to bark in his face.
“Have you checked? With your eyes open?” I said with a smile he has now to fake, because Vrang arrived, ready to ruin someone else’s lives.
“Why are you so slow?” she roars at him, and he just responds.
“Walk on, little bitch,” I said, laughing under my chin.
“At least I can walk,” he said in a lower voice, giving me a middle finger. I was glad to respond.
Yeah, we are something like it.
The next day, he repeated the same process; it was obvious that I fumbled on his fragile macho ego.
“They cancelled your program; they are heading your friend back to Earth,” that was the last thing I heard of him before Varang dog whistled him again.
So, officially, I have no friends in Pandora....
Fucking guy!
...
"So, he can, but I don't," I said, not touching dinner. It isn’t inside the cage; she stopped trying long ago, even she is giving up the cage fantasy.
She was thrilled because they burned three sea tribes in a single day, I don’t know how she is not exhausted.
She knows exactly what I'm talking about.
"You are my prettiest pet," she simply said, ignoring me again.
"And the useless one," I bite back, she couldn't care less, literally, how? "Let me be useful for you." Her eyes immediately darted at me; I was finally talking her language, well, I knew Na’vi, I have been teaching her how to speak English. "Let me please you, let me love you, let me burn this whole place down, but please, let me do it beside you..."
I crawled towards the exit door bars. But this is the reason why she keeps me inside the metal bars; I know that wolfish look forming on her face.
She lets me out, and I crawl before her, and before she even says anything, she opens her legs, I could smell her calming scent while she caresses my cheek.
'Would you be obedient to me?' She asked, I nod.
"Yes, Tsa’hik," I whisper, taking her touch like a dog takes their master’s pet.
"Would you be loyal to me?" She brushes my lower lip.
"Always." I don’t think I have another option, but if I had freedom, would I decide being with her anyway? She is a monster, but she gives a shit about me, in her weird and twisted way, but she has done so much in so little.
"I’m obligated to myself to cherish that.
'Then, your first task would be eating your Tsa’hik pussy good, or else, you stay...' She whispers; I didn't need a second demand.
I dig my face under her folds, it's so rare of her, when she lets me eat her out, serve her, treat her, eat her out.
Eat what I hate.
Please, what I like.
Lick and suck for hours, her loud moans to the air, while I watch her hiss and shake slowly. Literal hours, licking her cunt obediently, I’m proud of the insane amount of time I have held in the same spot with a strong pace.
Until she starts to pull the back of my hair, and screams to the sky.
The white, semi-transparent liquid coated part of my nose and mouth, with a warm and sweet scent evaporating from it.
“Put it where it belongs...” She commands, looking at me down, still unsatisfied, until I stick my fingers inside my cunt with her cum.
She doesn't want a drop to be wasted, doesn’t it?
I smeared all the stuff into my thumb and index finger, sinking it inside my core and leaving there for my walls to suck them up.
She was satisfied.
"You will ride first morning," she said.
...
The next morning, I felt sick.
I only saw breakfast and I decided it was a culinary aberration, I didn’t pull out anything, just the water.
Thank fuck she wasn't there to notice how I puked my guts out by every failed attempt to stick with water.
It's the third morning this way.
Fuck, I'm pregnant.
And I still live with her.
Shit!
All the signs are there; there's no way around it.
Fuck it.
I swallowed it when one of her subordinates showed up to free me.
This is my next trial, let's see how useful and unproblematic to her I can be in freedom.
The best chance is killing others or getting killed, and I would rather get killed with the baby still inside. WOAH! You can't blame me for not beginning to get maternal this early!
I don’t know the little guy yet, relax.
Varang even gets overly possessive, even for war wear, painting, everything; rather than concentrating on anything else, like she normally does, she was obsessed on what to do with the red on my skin. And I know this is unusual, by the way they all look on her back when they believe I’m not looking too.
Other soldiers didn't even look at us at the departing camp; this was like the airport, they prepare themselves before they would fly away to torture other people.
All of them with their heads down.
I wasn't prepared for this.
I was expecting mockery.
Because “ha-ha, look at the boss new pet! She has five fingers, isn’t she weird?”
But no, even walking past them, they would bow, for what?
Fuck!
This is weird.
“You are going to love this,” she said with a playful smirk as we walked toward the Ikran volcanic nests.
When I looked beside me, there she was, my girl!
"Mxemah!" I shout, and my overly excited Ikran jumps to my arms, her head is of the full size of my chest, and still, when she is a killing machine, I couldn’t feel any fluffier holding her again.
Her tail waggles on the back, destroying a few things of the Mangwan, I hear silent, annoyed hisses, but holy fuck, I cannot explain how less I care!
"I missed you so much!" Tears appeared in my eyes, but I refused to shed them.
I knew Varang would find a way to punish me for making her look weak.
Narcissists always do that, part of their images in society are written on a mental script she only knows.
Making her look weak would be worse than dying.
“It was a pain in the ass keeping her together, my girl had homework, putting her down,” Varang said, holding her diabolical night crawler.
That little shit was a shit, and she hated me as I hated her, but bonds are so strong, even her ride had a dynamic with mine.
Mxemah did look a little annoyed with the flying deformity, pushing her and keeping its mouth close to her made me panic a little.
Riding her again was delightful, I mean, orgasms are cool, but I really missed this, when we arrived to the next village, I knew I had to do the unforgivable.
But killing more men and other Na'vi are a nice prize for her, flying along her is stressful and with Quaritch is a competition I didn't sign up for.
He catches me one time.
“Who the heck are you playing up for, huh? You are killing my men!” He barked at my face when I saw the last human drop to the floor.
“They were in my way,” I said coldly, the RDA doesn’t give him much men, those ten little Ken dolls were the last ones, and I just like exterminating the rest of the mining guys we could see around.
He doesn’t complain because he knows Varang would be on my side, the more we kill, the better, and she doesn’t have time to care about dead aliens.
Murder.
Something awful, right?
I have treated all these Na’vi before; I recognise every tribe, those same people who turn their backs on me would die facing the grass.
I... I started to enjoy it.
I started to enjoy every time we came back home and she kissed me all night, saying, "You are such a good girl! My beautiful and victorious girl!".
She doesn’t leave me inside the cage anymore.
She is still waiting for me to get knocked up, well, the notification, at least.
Some days, I cannot believe I'm actually with child.
I don't think I could manage that when I were a human. That's why I used an IUD and praying Mike to stay very gay.
But now, my days are different.
My life was different.
My values are different.
I can notice how Quaritch is hitting on Varang every single time he can see a chance.
I kill more, just to let her know who is the right one she would focus on.
Until we attacked the wind traders.
They were supposed to be easy.
Weak.
But no, they had the infamous Sullys.
This was the first time I ever saw them, the children, the humans; rumours have it it's Quaritch's son, maybe I can use him someday to torture him or punish him.
But killing kids are not my style.
I saw my mate, and by far, Jake Sully’s wife, flying closer to clash. I could recognise her anywhere. She is in every poster and file in the RDA.
Mxemah screamed in disagreement for what I was going to do. She knows I'm with child, even flying reptiles give more than a shit than other humans and Na'vi.
I don't use guns, I don’t like them, I should be traumatised by my last death with bows, but there is a better reward on bows than guns in using them.
Neytiri was a heartbeat to shot Varang in the back.
I have a bow Varang made for me, in weeks, even before I asked her to let me out, and I shot Neytiri’s ikran, missing the bitch by an inch.
Neytiri hisses at me.
I didn't want to die again; I don't want to lose again. I'm so sick and tired of it. Mxemah flew as close as she could; she was a very peaceful girl, but today she was fed on my hunger for blood, so she wants to destroy Neytiri’s ikran.
The next arrow I threw fired with all the air of my lungs, and hit her shoulder as her arrow crossed my entire forearm. Neytiri is down, watching her fall from the sky gave me a great sense of comfort, that's what makes me smile. Varang laughs, far away, looking at my fallen target with joy and pride.
I know I'm her eyes; I have proven myself enough.
But I was losing blood.
By the time I was back at home, the elders let her know I was finally with child.
"You cannot be this stupid for not knowing you were pregnant back there," she was deadly serious, she is truly hoping I was naive enough to forgive this.
It was funny how in a moment she was bouncing in pride, and in another she looked like I just broke her ride’s wing.
But no, I remained with my chin up.
Pride might be my greatest sin in this life and the past one.
She hissed so loud it made me shiver.
"I ain't weak, Varang," I simply said, she cannot hurt me, and she knows it.
"You got hurt! Dumbass!" She barks.
"I saved your ass, asshole! Or what, would you let me watch you die? What is the point of you dying and leaving me alone? Me and the child?" There were red tears of hate accumulating in her eyes.
She knows I'm right.
We stared at each other.
I'm not letting her cage me, or at least disrespect me, fucking cunt!
I retreat to the fire to prepare our meals, because yeah, she lets me do some shit around.
Being domestic and playing house.
But I know she would ask somebody else to clean and cook, anyway, if she feels like it.
She came back with a big, fat animal. I can see the arrow is still inside the poor thing.
"Clean!" I hissed at her, and she just concentrated on her stupid potions.
Potions she cannot use on me now.
I clean and cook the animals she brings. Because every day, she has the unrequited duty to terrorise the wild life and letting a corpse to my table.
"Are you aware I cannot eat the whole animal, right?" I shouted at her while she escaped from the conversation.
"Eat! You must make a strong girl with meat!' She barks at me across the hut, and that kind of shit disarms me.
"Y-you want a girl?" I asked, flabbergasted, she blinks twice.
"Yeah, boys are weak." I nod, at least we agree on something.
"I will start throwing the rotting meat on your side of your bed if you don't stop," she wants to laugh, but instead she growled a little.
Hard crowd.
...
We got into an agreement that she would let Quaritch in the front for fighting while I stayed home as her fat, pretty pet.
I still loathe Quaritch with every fibre of my rotten being, and I could shoot him at the first chance I can, but at least I have a baby to trap her ass, though.
No matter if Varang was a poor bastard sometimes, she still holds a little of the Na’vi traditions in her core.
I was starting in my first trimester.
And the little bump of the tummy started to show.
She was hypnotised by it.
Varang was overly obsessed with the belly, so much, she stayed much time at home to create more special garments for pregnancy.
"Are you going to make a thousand clothes for every pregnancy?" I asked her while I prepared lunch; it was relaxing, and I can call for help if I'm too tired.
"If I make a garment for every single child you will give me, I would need to burn them all first." That was odd, she crawled before my legs and wrapped her arms over my lower back to kiss the bump.
I giggled.
"Why would you need to burn such beautiful things?" I asked as she kept worshiping me.
"To have more space to create more..." She said, taking away my undergarment, leaving my needy pussy in the air, yeah, hormones. "I want to put a thousand babies inside you".
Her tongue was reverent and slow, starving, like she if she had never tasted a single bite of food in her life. Her big hands covered my back as I shivered, my growing tits making a spectacular show for her to push her tongue harder on my swollen spot. I didn't want to push her, but it was made by pure instinct, her hair is soft, and I had braided it before, she trusts me enough.
I braid them with a soft, oil perfume, and that's why it's so strong and shiny.
She moans loudly on my core, making me melt, the hard look on her eyes stab my stomach as my insides turn tender and mushy.
Varang fucked me harder with her tongue, turning it inside me and torturing my clit in an amazing synchronising way that's it, making my eyes roll at the back of my skull.
Still pulling the back of her hair, I could sense my coming when the head turns up towards the empty sky's.
She overstimulated my sensitive mound, nonstop suckling, she locks my hips as I shout for a mumbling help, nobody would come and take her off me.
I explode on her open mouth as her smile forms and her dark make up smears down on me.
She swallows every single drop of my pregnant juices.
"I will put a baby... By every single time you push, the next one." she said regaining her strenght.
We stared at each other for a long time, till we started to laugh and laugh. We looked crazy, but who cares?
"I see you," I said. She just stared at me, frozen.
VARANG POV.
For weeks, she has been avoiding the feeling, the starvation, the feeding on every time she finds her in her sight, and nourished by the single sound of her voice.
She thought she might have died when she saw her arm crossed by an arrow.
She still has that bitch in her killing list since then.
Varang knew Quaritch was looking for her, too, because he found out it was his target wife. Somehow, this has turned overly beneficial for Quaritch in every way, except he is still trying to hit on her.
“She doesn’t have power like I do, I bet she doesn’t even know how to clean your house like she should be doing,” he said, laughing. She didn’t find the joke in his words and she didn’t cherish the insult.
The guns and the power are delicious, but the second he doesn’t have them, she would eat him in a stew first.
Varang didn't find shit after the attack, she had Neytiri’s children for a moment, she was seriously reflecting on killing at least one.
But they painfully escaped.
She has been calming her yearning for blood with her hunting, concentrating on her sweet mate.
The most beautiful girl she has ever seen, and now they would create a baby girl, with her beauty carved in her face.
She cannot wait teaching them how to hunt, kill, destroy, burn, crash other people's hopes!!!
What she wasn't waiting is for her to tell her that she loves her, Varang was very comfortable knowing she hated her.
She wanted to throw up.
Hurt her.
Burn something!
But... She has found her weak as much as her.
Her heart was already marked, and Varang could not pretend anymore. She would sacrifice the whole village just to be fine.
She would slit kids' throats just for the sun to rise and clean her pretty face and make a smile appear.
"I— I see you…" she admitted, almost in a whisper, not breaking contact.
Beatriz came closer to her face and burnished it with kisses, making her lips dirty with her black makeup. Holding her cheeks, she felt her eyes water. She hasn't felt like this since... Her mother.
Their foreheads hugged as her tears ran down.
She wept on her lap till she fell asleep.
...
After the whale war, she returned home. It smelled amazing inside her home. Beatriz has been improving her cooking skills a lot.
Her brain was blank.
She was overly tired and wrecked, so much, she was shaking.
"Something happened?" She asked her, with a painted concern on her face, she started using make up.
Varang stared at nothing, just on the dance of the fire.
"We lost the war," she said, her head looked up outside the hut and found the stupidly little number of soldiers that came back.
You can count them with your hands.
"Those are... Really devastating news," she said, comforting her, leaving everything in hands to start blessing her with her touch.
She hugged her for a while, till an idea rushed into her mind.
"The air breathers... You were one," she said, making Beatriz look at her with long confusion, she looks so hot! "You can ask for an alliance."
She immediately shook her head.
"No, they cancelled my program—I," she said, Varang didn't accept her answer.
"You are still one of them!" She insisted.
"It's not that easy... Even though, that's why you have Quaritch."
"He is dead."
We remained silent for two long minutes.
"Well, at least there is good news!" She said with a big, bright smile, her spark of sunshine provoking a spark of joy in her.
She is so in love with her, even breathing hurts.
Beatriz swore on her to try.
She cannot give up power that easily.
She needs to destroy the Sullys.
Holly motherfucking shet, we are really getting closer to the end babes!
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Part - 2
Part one Part 3 Part 4
(Before anything i want to credit who ever is the artist of the drawing im using for this work, if by any chance you know the artist, pls tag me!)
Paring: Varang x Na'vi! Ex-human! Reader.
Synopsis: After Varang checked that you came back from the dead, now she wants to take her precious girl as loud as she can.
TW: NSFW, MDNI!!!, 18+, Non-con, Dub-con, kidnapping, POV Varang, OOC Varang (just a little), bad comedy, blood kink, knife play, AFAB reader, possessive behaviour, yandere Varang, recreative usage of sex pollen, minor alteration of the canon, we have A TINY amount of smut in this chapter (Im sorry...), sapphic omegaverse (we would get there, I PROMISE, LET ME COOK!), pet play, should I remind you that English is not my first language?, if i forgot any tags pls stone me to death.
A/N: Ooof, it's been fucking crazy these days, I would never, EVER, believe anybody would wanna read my stuff, this is fucking surreal... Thank you so much for the support and all the love! I absolutely love getting harassed by you, I love y'all! @waywardbreadstarlight @viilan @otherworldlyruineclipse
CHAPTER 2: The scapegoat.
“We can do a last testing, and maybe teach them some breathing techniques,” I proposed to a very unconvinced Mark, eating more cheese balls than ever.
The Airline Force came back with the wonderful news that the Mangwan are active again.
The Sesgua are fucking stressed, no shit, why.
“They would not want us now,” at least I want to try, I told him with a tipped smile.
“Fuck… you are going to kill us all,” he groaned, leaving the cheese puffs away.
By the time that we arrived to the clan, there were a lot of soldiers forming, preparing, people were getting ready. Heat was coating my skin in a seemingly glassy sweat, as they were illuminating everything in the village, we literally took our time to come here, the sun dying down.
O’Nunn, the Sesgua leader of the clan, welcomed us like always, a few others of his soldiers always behind him.
“We are quite busy tonight,” he said stone cold, he mostly would like to say that they are busy indefinitely, judging by the large faces they must had known the rumours of the comeback of the Mangwan too.
If it wasn’t thanks to my begging and peace offerings, they needed help to find a couple of lost dire horses’ herds, those six-legged horses were revered in this place, sacred.
Thanks to that, we won their trust.
Barely.
“We want to propose to you and for your people another program to how to navigate your anxiety – “I pray as the Tsa’hik finally came, shut me out my shot.
The tickling bone in her clothes made her way between the O’Nun and me, as we are now obliged to bow, I would never be insane enough to disrespect a Tsa’hik.
Rey’Ka can be sweet, but once the sweetness pours out of her bright features, it’s all gone for us. She is in full warrior paint, and a large bone pike in her right hand. Yeah, this is fucked.
“Your alien illusions have no power here! You are useless, get back!” she said, until alarming shouts broke any hopes for me or Mark to defend ourselves. Somehow, I don’t know where I could catalogue this opportunity as: freeing or incredibly frustrating.
“The Mangwan killed a full herd of dire horses…” said O’Nun with grief, OK, this officially fucked.
As far in the great valley, on the edge of the village, red painted ikrans rained from the sky.
I could recognise those anywhere.
The same ones who sent me into the void of death.
Something darker pulled me towards the front, following O’Nun and the whole group, the Mangwan were practically walking in the village, passing, not peacefully, but they haven’t killed no one yet.
It’s not their style though…
“The Tsa’hik want to have an audience!” said a guy with a blind eye, the rest of the Sesgua hissed and shouted in communal disapproval, I looked at Mark, he was tense as a pole.
Sometimes it is weird looking at him so slim, Na’vi can’t be fat, but I like Mark as human, he had become my living squishy, I can’t squish him right now, painfully.
I love his warm softness.
That graceful walk, and the crown of feathers, I have studied her many times before. She, with her people, are the main pain in the ass for many of my patients.
My stomach was boiling as she smiled so delightfully cold.
“We peacefully invite you to surrender!” she shouts, as many just stare with a long ‘What?’ printed on their faces.
I raised my eyebrows through the sky.
Well… no shit, why nobody invites these people to any holiday.
“Since when do your people ask for something peacefully? What do you want? Call it for once, and get out of my valley before we make you pay for your crimes!” calls back O’Nun, with shouts affirming his backfire.
“Since ambush started to bore me,” she said, making half present hiss; she smiles even wider, some guy points me with his arrow, I respond back.
This time, I had a big gun for big girls, and I'm learning how to use a bow for good, but an infant has more talent than I do at the moment.
Her eyes were intense, beautiful; as she is, I'm only going to permit myself to be killed by the Mangwan once.
“I want that one as sacrifice!” said the maniac looking Na’vi, pointing me with one of her famous dual sickle daggers made of what it looks like volcanic rock.
The Mangwan are infamous of many things, and this is to make things differently from the rest.
The existence of her daggers is an insult towards the others, and Rey ’Ka’s disgusted face proves my point.
Painfully, to my long list of misfortunes, the whole village turned quiet for a few minutes.
I lowered my gun.
And pointed myself.
“Me?” I asked, looking at O’Nun and Rey’Ka, who she looks at his man, and he just shrug, ‘I’m as confused as you are’.
Thanks, O’Nun…
“What did you do?” asked me Mark, on my back.
“My job, what do you mean?” I responded immediately.
“Give her to me, or I burn this entire village!” commands Varang towards the leaders.
O’Nun looks between amusement and a trillion questions at once.
“You want the sky person?” he asked her. “I thought you only ate Na’vi?”
We all know the Mangwan are cannibals; that’s why all the clans never invite them to dinner, they don’t want their exotic cuisine.
“But we are Na’vi,” I said, with Mark whispering a ‘yeah’ behind my shoulder.
“Not really,” said Rey’Ka, with O’Nun and their people nodding.
Oh, okay…
“She is mine by right, she belongs to me,” she said once more, with pride pouring in every word.
“We also don’t eat sky people, they taste bad,” said the right hand of Varang, awfully awkward.
“Ok… Uh, you can take her,” said the Olo'eykne.
“O’Nun!” I complained, ignored.
“She is not part of the clan,” said Rey’ka.
“Hey. That’s unfair, we have been helping you all this time!” yelled back. I’m more surprised of Mark having the balls to yell in the first-place rather than the Varang claiming I’m hers, for reasons I cannot reach to comprehend. “We have never turned our back to you, why would you turn your backs to us?”
Mark’s words cut a pride wound into O’Nun’s, other low whispers and agreeing sounds come out of the clan around us.
That was a little band aid to my abandonment issues he just casually poked.
“Enough!” shouts O’Nun, everyone remained immediately silent. “If we defend this Sky person, many would die! Husbands! Wives! Sons! Daughters! Would never be seen again if we defend this sky person!”
Indecisiveness drowns the surrounding scene.
I looked at the scared faces, the children hiding behind mothers’ tails. I have treated more of the people here; no matter how much trust they would have poured on me, I cannot live with the weight of their deaths under my shoulders.
I shut my eyes hard, as a choice has been already taken.
“You would always like to play dirty, you would have to take me alive first,” I said with a dead serious gripping voice, holding my fear on the trigger of the gun as I point towards her.
“The use of alien weapons is prohibited!” I could hear O’Nun’s regret, considering to sacrifice a few of his people to save me.
He doesn’t have to.
“Beatriz, what are you doing?” squeals Mark behind me, gripping my shoulder.
Varang didn't stutter or do anything other than move in a feline, aroused way, somehow, like if she was dancing like fire.
I was pointing a gun at her, why does she look more aroused?
Pretty wild, batshit lady.
"Thanks to your kind, my pink ass it's six feet under," she smiles wider, crazier, somehow, she just turns hotter and hotter.
Fuck me, I guess.
I can still remember the pain, the blood I spilled, coppering my mouth, and the last moments of life as human, flashing through those short moments, the pure horror I felt as I was agonizing…
"You will die again, I will make sure of it," she affirms, in the side of my eye, I shot the ash member a couple of bullets, and he dropped dead on the floor.
Making people shriek and yell in horror.
"As far as I recall it, I took a few of your people with me, I still can!" I stare at her intensely, preparing myself to fight or flight, I have nothing else to do now.
She stands tall, and chin up, with a tight smile.
“Stop this! You have broken our trust, using your alien weapon! Get out! Both of you! You are enemies of the Sesgua!” yelled O’Nun, making his front lines of women and men on guard, making the Mangwan of the same, hissing.
“Fine, let's go!” She announced to her clan, moving as fast as they could.
Taking what they could; baskets of crops, fruits, embroidery, not much, and leaving what they couldn't grab entirely.
As fast as they came, fast as they went.
That’s it?
Something is wrong.
Now, we would have to walk to the end of the village with all kinds of looks: disappointment, of my patients, pain, betrayal, hate, disgust, some spit in our path.
Our shame walk.
The Sesgua took years of my life, I was reaching to something, those years were dropped to the drain, just by watching me with a shooting gun in my hands.
I did what I had to do.
Mike doesn't have a heart to even start crying yet.
“Metal poisons the soul, look what you have done!” O’Nun nagged me, and I just swallowed his rage.
"Enemies' arrows separate your soul from your body, your people don’t need to die for a worthless alien." I didn't raise my voice or even thought of yelling, and still, his face contorts with pure pain.
“Keep your mouth shut!” spat Rey’ka with acid in her Autumn yellow eyes. “You would never be one of us.”
O’Nun raised his hand, silencing his wife; she looked confused.
He was looking at us with a sympathetic and almost shameful stare.
A dead silence drowns me as I was struck with numbness.
“It was a pleasure meeting you,” hums Mike, almost in a whisper, you can hear the shatters of his life crumbling at every letter he pronounces.
O’Nun bowed with resignation, his jade giant eyes avoiding our soiled sight.
"Please don't come back," that's the last thing he said, following with his loyal wife to cry and mourn our failure.
Mike’s sobbing was the music of our whole journey back to base. The only one who knew the notes of my grief song was Mxemah, my banshee.
My beautiful girl.
The second-best thing that ever happened to me in my life was meeting her.
No shit, why Na’vi don't have such unprecedented amounts of depression like humans, it's rare, but still there.
How can you be sad when you can literally connect body and soul with another being? Something I don't miss, as a human, is that I don't have to disconnect from her ever again.
Loneliness doesn't blast off me thanks to her.
Air filtered, failure out of my lungs, but I let acceptance take either time while we travelled.
“Mike…” I whispered, snot and whipped tears were cleaned immediately, trying to hide the fact that she was obviously bawling.
“I know— I k-know! I will make the paperwork, just—” he rushed, stumbling over syllables.
We held our breaths for a few seconds as I finally heard it again.
Air cut as a dagger, Entu's screech of pain crawled under my skin as I peeked on the edge of my eye to witness an arrow cross a part of his tail.
“What the fuck!” Mike shrieked.
There was a stupid amount of red Ikran’s running behind our asses, the burning smoke already burned my nose, leaving thin lines of grey ash behind them.
Looking back, there is a big fire on the side of the Sesgua Valley, screams and battle cries rambled far away.
My sacrifice wasn’t enough…
Mxemah cried with burning, aching muscles from the insane effort she is taking to drag herself out.
I will not lie, I was shaking to death, thank God Mxemah was in control, because if I did, I would’ve let her down.
As much as I let down the Sesgua.
As much as the East Swamp Clan…
“Fuck, the air is cold!” I lied to myself, Mxemah is crying louder than Entu on my left side.
There were shards of fire being thrown at us, hurting the Ikran’s thin layer of skin on their wings. Licks of bracing burn touched my thigh and my cheek when me and Mxemah zigzagged the shots as luckily as we could.
It was a matter of time when one would end the hunt, eventually.
The breeze smelled like pines and sweet plants, and burning, dashing fire; we were getting closer to the forest, when the tone of her song cry blew on my ears.
"Stop running, fight!" Hissed Varang, when I had the balls to look back, the view was alternatively more terrifying.
A night wraith, a bloody fucking night wraith; above all, the most beautiful creature under Eywa's creations. The maddest and unholiest of the Na'vi in the entire planet, rides the ultimate mutant Ikran, a four-winged terrorist.
My blood boils and my guts turn to stone; somehow makes sense, but it doesn't make it better because it isn't fair!
She loves playing dirty, and I absolutely hate her for it!
Thanks to her, we lost the last tribe who trusted us in our investigation, now it's inconclusive, years of my life down the toilet, just because they saw it conveniently attacking them this day with us in it.
The RDA staff absolutely hates me because I had the audacity to come back blue, when I didn’t have the fucking choice to, I died because, indeed; as you have figured, they attacked another tribe we were with, and I had the awful mistake of fighting back.
I'm not anyone's daughter.
I will not be a scientist anymore; this was the last chance to save our place in the RDA.
The RDA will not care to fund my travel back to Earth.
And the Na’vi think now I'm too human to belong, shortly.
I'm not human, nor Na’vi.
I fucking loathe them!
I HATE THEM ALL!
I want to burn her life, too!
My gun unfolds almost imperceptibly before I register; my finger starts to pull the trigger, anyway, if I was going to die... Again, at least I will take some with me, and I hope I take her with me.
I wasn't a great shooter, that's why I became an alien therapist and not a dispensable soldier.
A couple of them fall into the void of the trees, with seriously annoyed banshees hissing on us after, departing out of the battle.
Varang made her presence lurking as possible, always sniffing behind me and taking care of every single one of her shots.
That made me somehow nervous.
We were still too far from any RDA base, the Forest of the Omaticaya are thousands of miles away to ask for refuge or intervention; and Jake Sully's base is a secret location, I don't know why I thought of asking Jake for help in the first place!
Anything could have been seen as useful.
"Mike, run! Get back!" I bark, his eyes never leaving mine.
I could feel his childlike fear, like when we watched that ancient movie “The Exorcist” together.
I didn't ask if he does agree or not.
Mxemah begins to depart from Entu; if my theory is correct, they will leave him alone.
“Please don't die again!” He shouts, with the last word still hanging on his back, while Entu takes the brilliant initiative to get the hell out of there.
Painfully.
I can't promise him that.
Three more shots that only injured two of the Ash people, and the gun was officially useless.
Varang smiled wide with her eyes, drinking every last vision of my desperation; like a line of cocaine in a public bathroom, I let Mxemah sink in the forest trees.
The bright, fluorescent colours of the earth and ourselves start to shine as Mxemah and I find somewhere to hide; it was way too good to be true that no Mangwan was behind us anymore, or Varang.
It was, until that god demon, night wraith shriek above us, clutching Mxemah's flesh to crush us towards the ground.
The clash was intensely ungentle; it was an action of pure rage and violent obsession, to indulge as much pain as possible.
My banshee’s cries and fights to get the mutant Ikran out of her back were restless, intense, exhausting, to the point of the pure desire of vomiting or pushing the hellish creature with strength I sadly don't own.
My pocket knife slices the night wraith leg, and I try to stab it, but the issue with the hellish creature is their nightmare fucking huge ass teeth with over powerful jaws.
Like, seriously, what was Eywa thinking the day she created these abominations? I kick the night wraith's jaw while Varang rasp laughs; I still can't explain why she does.
“You made a long fucking way to get me, fight me, bitch!” I yell, while I still kick, miraculously, the night wraiths mouth attempts to kill my life companion.
The knife sinks in the demon's chest when Varang jumps to the floor, making the abomination cry to back off. Mxemah got herself free, but at the cost of stumbling my ass to the floor. She faces the demon and hisses with a hellish hiss back.
Varang hisses at me, dagger in hand. I reciprocate her warmth.
“Whatever you are seeking... I will not provide," I said, with my tail stomping, my arms for how aggressive it waves at every second I spare, waiting for the blow.
"You will surrender to me," she said with a click of that hellish bat demon mouth, threatening to harm my baby. “I promise to eat your heart first!”
“I will kill your stupid flying dinosaur if it hurts Mxemah!” Varang hisses intensely, the fact that this was intense says a lot, coming from her.
"What the fuck is a dinosaur?" There was a funny, incisive pronunciation on the 'fuck' word that almost broke me off.
I would have pissed my pants, on how funny that was, if my banshee wasn't threatened to die by a mutant dragonfly.
What does she want anyway? If she isn't following Mike, then I'm obviously her prey. But it still doesn't make any sense if she wants to attack two harmless scientists.
I have no real weapons, there is a whole army she controls somewhere, hiding, waiting for her to sneeze and they would bring a leaf to clean her nose immediately, I literally have no other option.
"I will surrender, but you let Mxemah and my partner go," I said to her, she wasn't slightly amused by my offer, mostly bored.
"You do not have a choice, to offer anything!" She said, standing tall, right, no fighting mode.
Good.
She already acknowledged that I surrendered, even if I played hard to get.
She has the ego that goes from this planet right to Earth.
"I can kill myself, and you will have nothing!" I said, pointing the knife at my neck.
Stabbing my belly multiple times feels more accurate to secure my death by my own hand, rather than slit my own throat: easy image, impossible execution.
Her smile falters.
"Your beloved Ikran will die anyway, I will burn her! -"
"And I will die with her. Take it or leave it, Varang!" Something sparkled in her eyes when I said her name; it deeply unsettled me.
"I have no use for your partner," she said like if the thought of Mike was a personal offense towards her, hearing the death leaves at every step she makes.
"Neither a dead prey." Her light foot stops.
The tsk she makes with her mouth was confusing, I don’t know if it was a Na’vi “Touche” or a “How annoying, little alien”.
“Fine, kneel,” she ultimately said, tasting her victory.
Hard as it already was, I waved and shouted to Mxemah, shooing her out of this place. She hissed to the mutant pterodactyl and fled off, it took more for what I would have loved to, but it was done.
The next feeling is hard to describe; it’s between lava running through all my blood and shards of glass stabbing me from the inside. My knees fell to the soft earth, and the gentle touch of the plants didn’t cross to my nervous system because everything feels fucked up.
I cannot move.
Barely talk.
Varang had the magical ability to, basically in better and shorter words: manhandle me.
“Drop it now,” she orders, showing me off her hand tattoo over my face for some reason.
Ritualistic, I suppose.
Varang desired me — no — to twist every nerve in my body to drop my knife, but I was holding that knife for the rest of my life.
“Would you like to start praying to Eywa? Try to make her help you, beg to your weak mother!” Her smile just turned wider; I’m not sure if she has more eyes or fangs on her face. “Cry for her to rescue you!”
A whine escaped my lungs as I held to not show, cry, fear, or the fact that I would rather die again than continue her torturing submission.
“I don't believe in any God,” I spit, not dropping my eyes from her oval, pale visage.
“Then who would you pray for, sky person?” She asked, with a subtle taste of her pleased voice, it was smoother.
I try to remember how to breathe, fighting her efforts to completely throw me down to the ground.
“Myself… even if I'm not doing a great job saving my ass…” When my sentence finished, her laugh barks and echoes to the darkness of the forest.
I would be offended if I could have saved myself the first time, but I didn't, I failed, and she somehow loves the fact that I did.
Varang faced me and grabbed my jaw, to look up to her.
“We would be - wonderful mates!” she said, making every limb of my body numb as she finally let me go.
What the fuck did she say?
A wave and hands and ropes violate my body with bondage, holding my shoulders down, a pair of claws lift me up to the sky.
I'm ashamed of myself, I know! But I couldn't let my scream escape from my lungs. I have been treating this animal like it deserves to be treated, and they could decide to drop me at any moment.
I looked at the fight from above; shame washed me as I lamented my new failure.
I didn’t save the Sesgua.
POV VARANG.
She is a goddess! Her tribe are stronger, better, thriving!
Her army followed from behind as her beloved companion left her mate body on the ground.
She raised her new cut out Kurus in her left arm and shouted in a euphoric celebration.
Fire and electricity volt inside her veins, Varang could experiment and use all her powders, poisons and drugs, and nothing could ever make her as great as this day.
Varang stepped down from her ride towards the group of elderly women, the embalmers, the Mangwan, take the aid of anyone who would turn their backs to Eywa. Some of her own people are outcasts from other tribes. Uncomprehend people, her people!
They don’t deserve them; she will make them better, stronger, feared for those who turned their backs.
There is nothing more precious than look into their faces after their revenge is done.
She likes the elders.
The elders remember the pain and the hunger we lived from that fire, many years ago.
The fire that destroyed our lives, and build it back with the same material.
They are the ones in charge to cut and prepare the tribe's meals and also one of us deaths.
Prepared to be marked and burned, as the costume goes.
“Prepare her,” she commands, the leader of the elder’s bows taking the pace, as she hears her sweet mate shout.
“What are you doing? Leave my pants alone! -Fuck!” She shouts; she could almost come at those sounds.
We prepared a special place for her little mate.
A love making nest.
She waited at her home; it wouldn’t hurt if she groomed herself a little? Besides, today is a very special day.
Her fire embraced the metal, now turning into an angry orange, she grins excitedly.
Shouts, enchants and instruments drummed in a single heartbeat of glory outside her little world. Distributions of the goods were already being settled among her people.
They deserve the best.
It didn’t take them too long to come back, they know how impatient she is...
One of the elders stood before her with the alien clothing of her mate in her hands, and a metal patch on the surface.
“Fuck its hot in here!” complained her little pet on her knees and a pocket knife resting on her chin, Varang would never have enough sight of her, it’s stupid how pretty she is now in better clothing.
It was actually hot looking at her tied up, not only her new clothing makes her ravishing, but ropes look so good on her too.
“What do I do with this?” asked the elder to her.
She took the batch and read in the native language of her mate reads, ‘Beatriz Peña. RDA, Na’vi Psychologist’. She knows her name, and the picture of her pink face almost makes her heart burst in flames.
She is drugged on the tiny picture.
“Burn it all, this is mine!” she said.
The elder took her command as she threw the clothes on the nearest burning fire outside Varang’s home, Beatriz turned around, struggling.
She adores when she struggles.
“Hey I might need that!” she yelled, still thinking she has another option than being hers.
She left the batch on her work table, behind all the prepared drugs, ready to be finally used.
“Why would you need those ugly things? Do you not like what I chose for you?” she asked walking around Beatriz, kneeling like the good girl she is.
The elders understood that their presence is no longer required, and they rushed their way out.
Finally… us.
Beatriz started nodding, she can smell her nervousness, her fear pouring on those precious eyes of hers.
She wants to lick it directly from her eyeballs.
“Y-yeah, yeah… you have an amazing fashion sense, Tsa’hik” she said trying to make her out of here by being respectful; she such a well-mannered pet, she brushes her precious kuru from behind, she loves the soft touch of her hair.
She cut a lock in a snap; her sweet girl flinched.
“Shit!” Beatriz complained.
Varang tied it up, she would braid it later.
“Ah… uhm, what do we do now? Do you- do you have scrabble or something on your welcoming… heartwarming home?” asked Beatriz.
“Blood and fire are the only way to proclaim a mate in the Mangwan tradition” she finally said, a volcanic pulse run down her thighs as she is finally getting into the best part.
Beatriz stared at her blankly as a rock for a few minutes.
“Yeah, about that- do you want to discuss the terms about our relationship? Because I don’t think I’m emotionally ready- oh my god…” her pretty eyes reflect the glowing fear at the heating knife on her hand, Beatriz tried to run away from her, unsuccessfully. “Hey, hey, FUCK!”
The mark could be drawn in the bridal body, Varang chose the crook of her neck.
As she would show off her precious mate with pride, at the eyes of everyone.
Varang pressed the pointing tip of the knife as she pulled her still by her kuru, her sweet mate didn’t scream but her body still moved to get released, begging her drawing on her skin stop.
When the mark is already finished, Beatriz body stumbles on her ground.
“What the fuck, Varang!” she shouts at her, her hands tight behind her, groaning in syrupy pain, she can’t take it anymore, her clit hurts at this point!
She is absolutely adorable!
Varang kneels before her mate, dragging her near her body, she gasps as she stares at the mark, bleeding. Her arm is around Beatriz waist pushing her chest to hers.
“You have bigger breasts than me, you are so fucking perfect” she whispered on her ear, before she licks the blood of her fresh mark making Beatriz trembles with more pain.
The sweet taste made her shiver, she can’t come yet!
She smells chewable, in a weird way, she can’t recognise any note of her alien smell. But, somehow, it turns her fucking crazy! She sniffed her hair, almost like a drug, she wants to grind her scent and sniff it over her work table.
“Fìtxon lu oeyä tstalìk! Txo Eywa nga hawngkxo nimun oeru!” 'I would claim this alien woman today as mine! Let Eywa be disgusted of our union!'
Her tongue trails her neck to find her way towards her mouth with a bruising kiss, Varang snapped Beatriz new skirt from behind. Varang leaves the sweet taste of her mate inside all over her mouth.
“Come- pet!” Varang commands, standing up in a speed she can’t register to drag Beatriz towards her bed, she has a cute little section of her home dedicated to her bride.
But not tonight, she will have fun with her first.
“No, what?” Beatriz grumble on her bed, Varang giggles excitedly as she took a little portion of pollen and blows it on her precious face.
Her mate immediately sneezes, still coated with the pollen.
“Shit! What is it? Oh, you will have it too, ok…” said Beatriz with a calm resignation, she sniffed the same amount of pollen herself.
Varang crawls on the mattress, caging her pretty girl below her.
“Mine” she moans on Beatriz neck, kissing her trembling skin, while her hands travel under her top to meet her breasts. “Tell me, who are you owned?”
Beatriz has a pretty flustered expression, glassy eyes locked into her, her thighs are tight together trembling with excitement.
She mumbles something she could not hear a couple of times.
“Yours… I-I’m owned by you, Varang”
Oh, she would enjoy her pain more than anything she has ever imagined before!
A/N: if you are curious, I named the protagonist like that because it’s the name of the protagonist of a movie named ‘Enamorada’, played by Maria Felix. And I like the idea of Varang being Jose Juan chasing her in all the barbaric ways she understands of ‘flirting’.
Also shout out to the moment of Beatriz in the village like:
Anyway, TELL ME ALL YOUR THOUGHTS, SEE U NEXT TIME HOES WAAAHHH.
Shout out to the amazing banners of @saradika-graphics!!!
Varang being obsessed with Jack and Neytiri daughter the reader till the point she kidnapped her and forced her to her mate smut
If you do gip then Varang will forcefully breed the reader because she’s young and clueless
Pairing: G!P Varang x Fem!Human!reader
warnings: mdni 18+, gp, wlw, breeing kink, size kink, p in v, bad grammar (if I missed anything let me know)
You were Jake and Neytiri’s eldest daughter. You were human but both your parents treated you no different from your siblings.
One night you went down to the river, to bathe yourself. “Fuckkk, it’s hot as tonight” you wined, as you got into the river. Thank the grate mother the water was nice and cool.
After bathing, as you went to get your cloths your saw they were torn and ripped to shreds “What the fuck” and next to you torn cloths was a Na’vi size skull with beads raped around it.
For the next two weeks you had kept receiving na’vi skulls with beads raped around it. To be honest it was creepy as fuck. Anyways weeks passed and you stopped receiving the skulls, thank the lord*
But one night in your sleep you were kidnapped by the very na’vi that leafed those skulls.
You woke up with a headache and blurry vision and tied up. “Ah the human is awake” the mangkwan woman said with a smirk “let me go!” You yelled “no, human you are mine now” she said as she un dressed you “no, please” you pled “you will be filled” she respond “what?!?”
After Varang striped you naked, she grabbed what looked like a na’vi sized cigarette and lit it and then put the brining hot tip on your belly brining the skin “AHHHHHHH” you yelled in pain and right after that she blue the smoke in your face.
And then removed her loincloth and out sprinted her cock.
Your jaw dropped.
And then immediately shoved her cock in your tight hole “aw, aw it’s to much” she just ignored you not caring whether it hurt or not.
She began speeding up meaning she was closed. And soon enough she came all in your womb. “Your all mine now human”…
Does anyone just hyper focus on Varang's bare thighs during that 5 second clip of Varang and Quaritch's kanoodling?? God damn I need to run my hands along her body and get her to spread those pretty legsssss FUCK
