Pollen's Fury
Paring: stepbro!Neteyam x stepsis!reader
Warnings: 18+ MDNI!, explicit language, smut, p in v, kissing, spanking, breeding, barely any plot.
Word count: 1.7k
Summary: Neteyam and Y/n go looking for medic herbs for tsahik, when he comes across a strange-looking flower. With the intentions of taking it as proof of his worth, something unexpected takes place..
The dense canopy of Pandora's forest filtered the midday light into a mosaic of greens and glowing specks, the air alive with the hum of hexapedes and the distant calls of ikran. Neteyam and Y/n moved through the underbrush with the practiced grace of Omatikaya hunters, their queues swaying in unison as they gathered herbs for Tsahik Mo'at. The task was routine: fetching glowvine tendrils and feverleaf for healing poultices. However, the presence of the stepsiblings together turned it into a simmering contest. At 18 cycles, Neteyam led with his commanding stride, his 9-foot frame cutting through vines like they offended him, yellow eyes scanning for threats. Y/n, with 17 cycles of unyielding fire, matched his pace; her athletic curves shifted under her minimal coverings, her amber gaze challenging his every glance.
'Stay close, y/n,' Neteyam rumbled, his voice laced with that possessive edge that grated on her. He snatched a cluster of feverleaf, tucking it into his pouch, his bioluminescent freckles pulsing faintly in the dappled light. Y/n rolled her eyes, bending to pluck glowvine, her full breasts straining against the woven straps as she straightened. 'I hunted alone before you were even bonded to your ikran, skxawng. Don't mother me.' Her words dripped defiance, but she felt the pull, the way his musky scent lingered, stirring an unwelcome warmth in her core despite their constant clashes.
They pressed deeper into a secluded glade, where bioluminescent fungi clung to ancient roots, and the air grew thicker with floral perfumes. Neteyam's gaze caught on a peculiar bloom: a shiny flower, its petals iridescent like polished obsidian, nestled among the herbs. It shimmered unnaturally, drawing him like a siren's call. 'Look at this,' he said, stepping closer, a rare spark of curiosity softening his dominant facade. He reached out, fingers brushing the edge, intending to pluck it as a gift to prove his worth, not just to Mo'at, but to the watchful y/n trailing him.
The flower reacted in an instant. Petals flared open, and a puff of fine powder burst forth, clouding Neteyam's face. He inhaled sharply, coughing as the particles invaded his nostrils and lungs. 'Wha-' The words choked off. Heat bloomed inside him, a scorching wave starting in his chest and radiating downward, sweat beading on his blue skin despite the forest's cool shade. His vision blurred, muscles weakening as if Eywa herself drained his strength. Unable to form coherent speech, he staggered back, sliding down against the rough bark of a massive tree, his broad back pressing into it for support. His loincloth tented visibly, the 10-inch length beneath throbbing with unnatural urgency, heavy balls aching as the pollen ignited a primal fire.
Y/n dropped her pouch, rushing to his side. 'Neteyam! What happened?' Her hands gripped his shoulders, shaking him gently, her fierce eyes searching his flushed face. He groaned, low and guttural. Sweat slicked his muscular chest, trickling down the defined ridges of his abs, pooling at his waist. Y/n's heart raced; this wasn't a battle injury, but something insidious, twisting him from within. 'Where does it hurt? Tell me, Neteyam, point, grunt, something!' Her dominant nature surged, refusing to let him suffer in silence, her slender fingers probing his neck, then his arms, seeking signs of swelling or wounds.
He shook his head weakly, yellow eyes locking on hers with desperate intensity. The heat coiled tighter in his groin, his cock straining painfully against the fabric, veins pulsing as precum dampened the cloth. Unable to speak clearly, he grabbed her wrist, his large hand engulfing hers, and guided it downward, pressing her palm flat against the bulging outline of his erection. The contact jolted them both: Y/n's eyes widened, feeling the thick, ridged shaft twitch under her touch, hot and insistent, the flared head outlined clearly. 'N-Neteyam…' she breathed, but her voice held no outrage, only a spark of her own rebellious heat, her core clenching involuntarily, slickness gathering between her thighs.
Neteyam's hips bucked slightly, a muffled growl escaping as the pressure eased the internal blaze fractionally, but stoked the fire higher. Y/n didn't pull away; her fiery personality met the challenge, fingers splaying to cup the full length through the loincloth, stroking experimentally. 'This…this is the pain?' she murmured, her earthy scent mingling with his intensifying musk, her nipples hardening against her top as curiosity bled into desire. She squeezed gently, feeling the veined girth throb, his heavy balls shifting under her palm. Neteyam nodded jerkily, sweat dripping from his brow, his free hand clenching the tree bark as another wave hit. 'Touch me… please…', the words slurred but pleading, his dominant control fracturing under the pollen's assault.
Y/n's amber eyes darkened, her rebellious streak igniting. 'If this helps…' She tugged the loincloth aside, freeing his hard cock. It sprang up, thick and flushed, the flared tip glistening with precum that beaded and trailed down the shaft. Her hand wrapped around it fully, stroking from base to head with firm pulls, thumb circling the sensitive underside. Neteyam hissed, head falling back against the tree, his throat bobbing as he fought for breath. The heat eased slightly with her touch, but the need built, primal, unrelenting. He reached up, large hand cupping her full breast through the fabric, thumb flicking her peaked nipple, eliciting a sharp inhale from her.
'Tell me if it's working,' she demanded, her voice husky, pumping him faster, her own arousal soaking her inner thighs. But words failed him still; instead, he pulled her closer, his other hand sliding to her throat, not choking yet, just holding, possessive. Y/n leaned in, her curvaceous body pressing against his side, free hand bracing on his sweat-slicked chest. The glade seemed to hold its breath, vines rustling softly as if Eywa watched their forbidden dance. She bit her lower lip, then, defiant as ever, lowered her head, tongue flicking out to lap at the precum on his tip, tasting the salty tang mixed with the pollen's faint, exotic spice.
Neteyam groaned deeply, the sound vibrating through them, his fingers tightening on her neck in response. Emboldened, Y/n took him into her mouth, lips stretching around the flared head, sucking with rhythmic pulls while her hand worked the base. He thrust shallowly, careful not to overwhelm, but the pollen urged him on, sweat pouring as the internal fire shifted to focused lust. 'Y/n, more..please..' he managed, his yellow eyes burning into hers.
She released him with a pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock, her pussy aching now, velvety walls fluttering with need. 'Not enough,' she declared, her dominant fire matching his. Straddling his lap against the tree, she hiked up her own covering, guiding his slick length to her entrance. With a defiant glare, she sank down, her tight pussy enveloping him inch by inch—stretching around his girth, inner ridges gripping as she bottomed out, clit grinding against his base. 'Like this?' She rode him slowly at first, hips rolling, full breasts bouncing free as she discarded her top.
Neteyam nodded frantically, hands roaming, one finally wrapping around her throat, squeezing in measured pulses that made her gasp and clench harder around him. The choke sent a thrill through her, oxygen teasing her senses as she picked up pace, slamming down with aggressive mounts, her nails raking his shoulders. He thrust up to meet her, deep and unrelenting, growling about filling her, the breeding urge amplified by the pollen, 'Take it… all…' His free hand slapped her rounded ass, urging her on, balls slapping wetly against her with each descent.
Y/n bit his shoulder hard, teeth sinking in to mark him, blood welling as her orgasm built. She rode fiercely, dictating the rhythm, her pussy milking his cock with vise-like contractions. Neteyam's grip tightened on her throat, choking her through the peak, her vision spotting as she cried out, juices flooding around him, soaking his thighs. 'Fuckkk yess.'' He growled as he pumped hot cum deep inside, ropes coating her depths, the release quenching the pollen's heat at last..
''I still hate you.''
''Keep lying to yourself.''
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