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Oh my God, what are you doing?
That's what Jake Sully should have said, what any sane man would've said when your fingers first slid between his thighs, brushing against slick heat where there shouldn't have been any. But his breath hitched instead, hips lifting unconsciously, betraying him more than words ever could.
The scent of him was dizzying, salt and something floral clinging to your tongue when you leaned down to taste. His legs trembled when you curled two fingers inside, the tight clutch of him drawing a ragged groan from your throat.
"Fuck—" Jake's voice cracked, hands scrabbling at the woven mats beneath him. His tail lashed, sending a spray of sand across your bare knees. "You don't—ah—understand what you're—"
But you did.
Your thumb circled his clit with the same reverence you'd give a sacred site, grinning against his inner thigh when his entire body jerked like you'd struck him. "God, look at you," you murmured, dragging your teeth over blue skin as his hips stuttered. "Been imagining this since I first saw you climb outta that water— fuck, you're dripping just 'cause I finally touched you?"
Jake's answering whine dissolved into a shuddering gasp when you crooked your fingers just right, the slick sound obscene between his thighs. His hands flew to his face, hiding, as if you hadn't already memorised every twitch of his expression, the way his lips parted when you rubbed faster.
"Should've known," you continued, breathless yourself now, drunk on the way his body kept pulling you deeper. "Big bad Olo’eyktan, reduced to— shit— this mess just 'cause I decided to—" Your words cut off as Jake's heel dug into your back, his moan cracking open when you sucked a bruise high on his hip.
He came with your name mangled in his throat, back arching off the mats so violently you had to pin him down with your free hand. Watching him unravel was better than any victory you'd ever stolen, better than breathing.
"Look at me," you growled, spreading his thighs wider with your knees—wider than any warrior should allow, but Jake was beyond pride now. His hips jerked when you dragged the thick head of your cock through his soaked folds, his breath stuttering at the stretch. "Fuck, you're made for this," you choked out, sinking into him inch by obscene inch. His inner walls fluttered around you like a heartbeat, impossibly hot and greedy, pulling you deeper before you'd even fully sheathed yourself.
"You feel that?" Your voice cracked as you bottomed out, hips flush against his, both of you trembling. "How you're clenching? Like you've been waiting—" A sharp thrust punched the air from Jake's lungs, his claws raking down your shoulders. "Like you've been empty." His answering sob was muffled against your collarbone, his legs locking around your waist like he could pull you closer still.
You didn't deserve this, didn't deserve the way his body yielded, the broken little noises he made when you fucked into him just right. But you'd burn villages for it now, ruin yourself a thousand times over just to hear him gasp your name like a prayer. "Knew you'd be perfect," you rasped, thumbing his swollen clit as you drove deeper. "Knew it the first time I saw you laughing in the river, water dripping off you like—fuck— like you were begging for it." Jake's hips rolled against yours, his thighs shaking, his pussy clenching tight around your cock as if trying to keep you there forever.
His moans were muffled against your shoulder, breath hitching wetly every time your pelvis ground against his oversensitive clit. "Please—" he gasped, voice raw, fingers twisting in your braids—not pulling, never pulling, just holding on like you were the only thing keeping him from drowning. "Please, I can't—" You swallowed his sob with your mouth, tasting salt and desperation, swallowing down every ragged whimper as you fucked him through it.
Jake's tail thrashed against the mats, his entire body tightening like a bowstring before snapping apart, silent this time, mouth open in a soundless scream as his orgasm ripped through him. You barely had time to marvel at the way his cunt pulsed around you before he was clenching again, oversensitive and trembling, his breath coming in sharp little hitches against your lips. "No more," he whimpered, even as his legs tightened around your waist. "Too much, I can't—"
You kissed the tears from his cheeks, slowing your thrusts but not stopping, chasing your own release now with the kind of single-minded focus that made Jake groan. "You can," you murmured against his jaw, biting just hard enough to make him whine. "You will." His answering shiver sent heat pooling low in your gut, his body still so fucking responsive even as he trembled beneath you.
"Daddy's being so good for me," you crooned, watching his pupils blow wider at the filthy endearment, something neither of you had dared voice before. Jake's breath hitched, his fingers twitching against your ribs like he wasn't sure whether to push or pull you closer. "Taking me so deep, fuck—" Your hips snapped forward to punctuate the words, drawing a broken noise from his throat as his cunt clenched around you like a vise.
The way his thighs trembled when you murmured it again, daddy, like you were unraveling him stitch by stitch, was almost better than the heat of him. His claws pricked your skin, blunt and desperate, his tail curling tight around your calf as if to anchor himself. "Say it," you growled, dragging your teeth along his jaw. "Say how much you like it."
Jake's voice cracked on the first attempt, his hips jerking when you slowed to a near stop, denying him friction. "Fuck—" He swallowed hard, throat working, before whispering it like a secret, like a sin: "… Daddy." The word was raw, wrecked, and it punched through you harder than any thrust could.
You rewarded him with a sharp roll of your hips, grinning when his back arched off the mats, his moan pitched high and sweet. "Good boy," you breathed against his mouth, swallowing his gasp as you fucked him steadily deeper, his body yielding like it was made just for this, for you.
There was something obscene about how perfectly he took you, his cunt snug and pulsing around your cock as if sculpted to fit you alone. Every thrust drew another slick sound, another desperate hitch of Jake's breath, his inner walls fluttering like he was trying to milk you dry already.
You'd fucked others before, but nothing like this, nothing that gripped you like a vice and burned hotter than a forge, nothing that made your vision blur at the edges just from how good it felt. Jake's thighs trembled against your hips, his claws pricking your skin in uneven bursts as if he couldn't decide whether to push you away or pull you closer.
"Tell me," you growled, dragging your teeth along his jaw. "Tell me how long you've wanted this." His answering whine was muffled against your shoulder, his hips jerking when you slowed just to watch him squirm. "How long you've been wet for me."
"(Your Name)," he whimpered, the word cracking open on a moan as you angled your hips just right, grinding against that sweet spot inside him that made his legs shake. His cunt clenched around you like a vice, tight and wet and so fucking perfect you could barely think past the heat of him.
"You ever think about it?" you murmured against his throat, feeling the frantic flutter of his pulse beneath your lips. "Me filling you up, knocking you up?" Jake's entire body went rigid beneath you, his breath hitching in a way that had nothing to do with pleasure, or maybe everything to do with it. "Imagine it," you continued, voice rough as you thrust deep, grinding your hips against his swollen clit. "Round with my kid, everyone knowing exactly who put it in you."
Jake's claws dug into your back, his tail thrashing against the mats as he came with a strangled cry, his cunt pulsing around you in tight, rhythmic waves. You barely had time to catch your breath before he was shuddering again, oversensitive and trembling, his breath coming in ragged little gasps against your collarbone.
"You'd look so good," you growled, nipping at his jaw as you fucked him through it, his body still twitching with aftershocks. "All swollen with my kid, your tits leaking— fuck, Jake—" Your hips stuttered as his inner walls fluttered around you, his cunt clenching like it was trying to milk you dry. "You'd love it, wouldn't you? Being full of my cum, carrying my kid?" His answering whimper was muffled against your shoulder, his fingers tightening in your braids as if he couldn't decide whether to pull you closer or push you away.
You didn't give him the choice. Grabbing his thighs, you folded him in half, pressing his legs to his chest with a force that knocked the air from his lungs. The new angle had him gasping, his cunt tightening around you like a vice as you bottomed out, the head of your cock pressing against that sweet spot inside him that made his tail thrash. "There we go," you murmured, grinning down at him as his eyes rolled back, his lips parting in a silent scream. "Now you really feel me, don't you?"
Jake's breath hitched when you pulled out halfway, his hips jerking as if trying to chase your cock, but you didn't let him. Instead, you slammed back into him with a force that sent his claws digging into your forearms, his cunt clenching tight. "Fuck—fuck—" he gasped, his voice raw and broken as you set a punishing pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin mingling with the slick, obscene noises of his pussy taking you over and over again.
His thighs trembled against your chest, his breath coming in ragged little gasps as you fucked him deeper than before, your cock hitting that spot inside him that made his toes curl. "Look at you," you panted, dragging your thumb over his swollen clit just to watch him jerk, his entire body tightening like a bowstring. "Taking me so deep, fuck— you're gonna milk me dry, aren't you?" His answering moan was muffled against your shoulder.