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His body burned with a relentless ache, his cock throbbing insistently beneath his loincloth, demanding attention he hadn't been able to give for days. The constant press of family life in this new Metkayina village left no room for privacy—no shadowed corner to slip a hand down and stroke himself to relief, no stolen moment to pump his fist over his aching prick until semen spurted free.

He needed to escape, to find somewhere secluded to jerk off, to unload the heavy weight building in his ballsack.

Tuk bounded over, her small tail whipping excitedly as she tugged at his arm. "Neteyam! Come play with me! We can chase the fish in the shallows—please? They are such strange shapes, I've never seen anything like them! And they glow!" Her wide eyes sparkled with innocent curiosity, her little fingers clinging like vines, pulling him toward the edge of the marui where the water lapped gently against the netting.

He fought the urge to snap in annoyance. Her persistence had a tendency to gnaw at his already fraying patience, but she didn't deserve to be snapped at. She was just a child.

Neteyam forced a smile, gently prying her hands away. "Not now, Tuk. I've got... things to do. But Lo'ak on the other hand—look at him sulking over there. He could use some cheering up, and I'm sure he'd love to play with you."

Kiri hovered nearby, her petulant scowl deepening as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Yeah, right. You're just dodging chores again. Mom's gonna make you help with the nets if you don't stick around." She poked at him annoyingly, her voice laced with that familiar sibling whine, her braids swaying as she leaned in too close, invading his space.

"Back off, Kiri," Neteyam muttered, sidestepping her as he edged toward the exit. "I'm not in the mood for your pestering today." Her eyes narrowed, but he didn't wait for her retort.

Lo'ak slouched against the far wall, his surly mood radiating like heat from a fire pit, arms folded tightly as he glared at nothing in particular. "Don't come crying to me when Dad assigns you extra patrols for slacking." His voice was edged with that moody resentment that always simmered just below the surface.

Neteyam ignored him, his focus on the freedom that was so close.

Neytiri appeared then, her sharp eyes pinning him in place as she straightened. "Neteyam, remember to behave among the Metkayina. We are guests here. Help your father with the evening hunt preparations."

He dipped his head in deference while inching backward, hoping his noncommittal gesture would be enough. He narrowly escaped her assigning him another chore, his pulse racing as he quickly slipped out the flap.

Breathing a deep sigh of relief, Neteyam glanced over his shoulder, ears twitching for any sign of pursuit.

The overwater pathways bobbed gently under his feet, connecting the cluster of maruis like a web over the turquoise lagoon. He hurried along, the salty breeze teasing his skin. Days of pent-up lust had left him needy, desperate—surrounded constantly in that cramped marui, there'd been no way to masturbate, no chance to grip his cock and stroke until cum flooded his palm. Now, giddy anticipation bubbled in his chest as he scurried toward the leafy palms and shrubbery fringing the water's edge, leading into the denser tree cover.

He plunged deeper into the foliage, vines brushing his thighs, the air thickening with the scent of earth and blooming flora. Ears pricked, he stayed alert, pausing every few steps to check behind him—half-expecting Tuk's curious giggle or Spider's annoying attempt at stealthy footfalls behind him. The kid was always trying to "stalk" like a real Na'vi.

But all seemed clear, the village sounds fading to distant echoes. Deeper and deeper he went, until the Metkayina's daily life was left far behind, replaced by the rustle of leaves, the chirp of insects, the distant call of hexapede.

Finally satisfied he was truly alone, Neteyam smirked, turning away from the camp's direction. He pushed aside his loincloth, exposing his already half-hard penis to the warm air. Eleven inches of thick, veined blue cock bobbed free, the angry purple head glistening with pearly precum under the dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy.

Taking his prick in hand, he began to stroke himself, aroused by the sight of his own growing erection—hardening fully, swelling in his grip. He hummed in satisfaction, relief washing over him as he finally touched himself, masturbating at last.

His other hand roamed up his torso, fingers finding his nipples—pinching and rolling them, teasing the sensitive peaks until they hardened into tight buds.

He planned to stay out here for a while, jerking off several times to really unload his balls, heavy with cum as they were. Who knew when he'd next escape? Considering the hassle, he had to make this count—pump out every drop of seed pent up in his sack.

Neteyam was deeply aroused by his own body, finding his penis sexy and attractive. He ran his thumb teasingly over the cockhead, spreading his precum, lubricating the sensitive tip—his hips twitching at the jolt of pleasure. Biting his lip, his breath picked up as excitement built. The veins decorating his shaft looked so pretty, so erotic, pulsing under his skin. He pinched his nipples harder, moaning slightly, tilting his head back in bliss as he tightened his fist around his penis. Eywa had blessed him with such an abundance of manmeat, of cock—he thought with a smug grin.

Looking back down lovingly at his beautiful prick, he thrust his hips, humping into his hand. It was a shame there was no needy hole nearby to pump into—a nice tight pussy or sphincter clenching around him would be fucking clutch right about now.

Alas.

Bracing his palm against a large moss-covered trunk, he picked up the pace, falling into a tight-fisted rhythm that would have him cumming soon.

His mind flipped through fantasies, struggling to settle on one.

The Metkayina women were sexy, new, exciting—their lithe bodies gleaming wet and slippery from constant swims. He pictured Tsireya briefly—she was a little cutie, with her pretty dimples and big eyes. But she was too young and innocent for his taste, and he dismissed her quickly.

His thoughts supplied Ronal instead, her big juicy tits he'd stolen glances at, her pregnancy arousing him with its obvious fertility. She was hot and intimidating. Then, the hunky Metkayina male warriors, covered in tattoos, muscled thighs glistening sexily as they clenched around skimwings.

For a second, Aonung flashed in his mind, puzzling and amusing Neteyam—he found the guy annoying at best. But then he smirked, supposing there would be something erotic about dominating Aonung, seeing his arrogant face covered in cum.

"You hike nearly a mile into the jungle just to take a piss, skxawng?" Aonung's voice called mockingly from behind him.

Neteyam froze, muscles tensing, his hand wrapped around his penis stilling.

Shock rippled through him—Aonung had gotten the jump on him, as if conjured from his depraved thoughts. He hadn't even heard him approach.

Smiling disdainfully, Neteyam said over his shoulder, "Not exactly."

Slowly, he turned, his magnificent erection standing tall and proud between his legs. Aonung's eyes dropped to his crotch, widening in shock, his surprise evident. Then he tore his gaze away, sneering mockingly. "Jerking off to your bitchy sister?"

Neteyam smiled darkly. "Nope. I'm jerking off to yours."

Aonung scowled, hissing, ears folding down in anger.

"I'm just kidding, man, relax," Neteyam soothed falsely, walking toward him, his penis bobbing lewdly. "I was actually jerking off to your mommy and her fat tit—"

Before he could finish saying "tits," Aonung growled and flung a fist at his face.

Neteyam dodged easily, expecting it, grinning darkly. He grabbed Aonung's extended arm, using the momentum to wrestle him to the ground. They rolled, fighting for dominance—growling, hissing, throwing curses. "You forest freak!" Aonung snarled, landing a punch to Neteyam's side.

"Fuck you, fish lips!" Neteyam retorted, elbowing him as they tumbled. Punches flew, bodies straining—Neteyam got more turned on, feeling Aonung's strong form against his, his erection engorging further.

Finally, Neteyam won, ending up on top, pinning Aonung. He grinned in victory, smirking down as Aonung hissed in outrage at being bested. Quickly, Neteyam bound Aonung's wrists with vines above his head.

"What the fuck are you doing, you crazy skxawng? Untie me now!" Aonung spat, struggling.

Neteyam noticed the bulge in Aonung's loincloth, viciously pointing it out. "Look at you, hard as a rock from our little tussle." He pushed aside the loincloth, revealing Aonung's penis—thirteen inches of intimidating, exquisite manmeat, thick and veined, standing rigid. Neteyam stared in shock and lust, impressed.

Aonung's face twisted in fury. "Get your eyes off my cock, pervert! What the fuck do you think you're doing? Get off me!"

"Eywa has blessed you with a beautiful cock, Aonung. So huge, so perfect—makes me want to worship it." His voice dripped with genuine admiration and arousal.

Aonung sneered viciously. "Fuck off with your creepy shit, you pathetic Omatikaya reject. Untie me or I'll rip your tail off!"

Neteyam ran his hands slowly over Aonung's chest, stomach, torso—admiring the brawny muscles, his strength. He bit his lip and played with Aonung's pretty little blue nipples, rolling and teasing them enticingly.

Aonung's cock twitched in response. Neteyam noticed, smirking. "You like that, huh? Me too—I love having my nipples played with."

"Cut that shit out and get your fucking hands off me! Let me up, you stupid skxawng!" Aonung snapped.

Neteyam leaned down, capturing a nipple in his mouth, running his tongue lovingly over it—sucking and teasing erotically. Aonung cursed, attempting to buck him off wildly, but Neteyam clenched his thighs, holding on, sucking with growing excitement.

"Get the fuck off me! Stop sucking my nipples, you disgusting freak!" Aonung hissed, writhing.

Neteyam released the nipple with a lewd wet pop, lips wet with spit. "I don't think you want that, Aonung. I think what you really want is my cock." He rolled his hips erotically, grinding their penises together—frotting the hard lengths, precum mixing slickly.

Aonung hissed, hurling insults. "You wish, you arrogant prick! I'll kill you for this!"

Neteyam grinned darkly. Aonung bucked again, only grinding them together even more. Neteyam leaned down, pressing his torso flush against Aonung's body. Into his ear he said, "I really should fuck you. My cock in your ass would be so much better than the stick you've currently got shoved up there. Maybe a nice rough rut would turn you into a decent person instead of the whiny little bitch you are."

Aonung panted, chest heaving, heart pounding as he writhed desperately, grunting. "Don't you dare touch my asshole, you sick fuck!"

Neteyam licked Aonung's ear, and he stilled in shock at the sensation. Sensually, sloppily, he licked and tongue-fucked his ear, making out with it—sending spine-tingling pleasure through Aonung, who grunted and whimpered, breathing heavily.

Neteyam could feel Aonung's penis throbbing. He was enjoying this.

Neteyam began humping him, frotting their erect penises together, grinding erotically. He reveled in Aonung's strong body under his, the huge cock pulsing with raging lust against his own. He fervently desired to stick his penis inside Aonung's asshole, imagining how tight he would be.

Lustily, he whispered into Aonung's ear: "You want my cock, don't you, baby? Don't you want me pumping it into your tight little asshole?" In between licks.

Aonung tensed in fear and anticipation, growling. "Don't. Don't you fucking dare."

Neteyam moaned, continuing to lick his earhole, increasing his humping pace—simulating sex frantically, moaning and grunting.

Knowing he was about to cum, Neteyam sat up, moving forward on his knees until his penis hovered inches from Aonung's face. He fisted his cock, jerking frantically, aroused out of his mind, staring into Aonung's eyes as he glared daggers at him.

"Open wide, skxawng!" Neteyam said, teetering on the edge.

"Fuck yo—" Aonung hissed, cut off as Neteyam orgasmed—a large spurt of cum landing in his mouth.

Neteyam moaned as pleasure crested, sperm surging from his ballsack up his cock, erupting over Aonung's angry face—hitting his eye, nose, mouth, lips, cheeks, neck. He jerked furiously, extending his orgasm, overstimulating himself—watching rope after rope of his huge load splatter.

Finally spent, he fell backward, panting. Astonished by the mess—Aonung tied, face covered in cum, his massive erection still rigid—Neteyam rose on shaky legs, grinning, amused and turned on.

He turned tail and ran, Aonung's angry curses fading behind him.

"You fucking coward! I'll kill you for this, you hear me? Get back here and untie me!"

A bolt of fear lanced through Neteyam.

What the fuck had he just done?