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Tanhì : Star.
Palulukan: Pandora's apex land predator.
Tawtute: Human.
Skxawng: Idiot,moron.
Yovo: A kind of Pandora's fruit.
Tewng: Loincloth.
Mawey: Calm down.
Kelku: Home.
Tìyawn: Love. (term of endearments)
muntxate: Wife.
Yawne: Beloved.
Vrrtep: Demon
You are such a pure, pure little star.
Your parents are so strict that they forbid you to talk to boys, let alone have a boyfriend. They do not trust you to interact with males since they have been scared their whole life that someone might take advantage of their precious little daughter. No, they can’t have that.
Neteyam, on the other hand, doesn’t mind that though, since he is their only exception. In fact, he likes it very much.
After all, he is an honorable, respectful, golden child; of course he would protect their daughter like his own little sister. His papa, who is your parents’ comrade, raises him right too to let him do whatever your parents think other boys would do.
Well…he never said he was that good.
Neteyam loves bringing you around the forest on his shoulders; your thighs squeeze his face in the best way possible. He would willingly die from suffocation if you could ever grant him his glorious death between your legs. He carries you everywhere while your loving papa and mama bury themselves in their boring, lame work at the lifeless lab.
He also loves the way your silky hair runs down his rough hand like water when he tucks a tiny flower behind your ear. Or the way your cheek feels so, so soft when he puts his lips on it—the perfect pink shade would run all across your face, and he can’t help but kiss you everywhere except for your lips. He already begged for you to at least let him have a peck on it, but you refused.
“No, Neteyam, my parents will skin you, and we are not lovers.” You once said, though there was evidence of guilt in your eyes, that you couldn’t fulfill your best friend’s “little request.”
But what he adores the most is your innocence. The way you are so curious and maybe a tiny bit oblivious toward things—things he intends to teach you in the near future when no one else is around to disturb his sweet, sweet time with you.
He bets you have never touched yourself. How could you? You even run away when you see a couple get affectionate in public. Cute.
He always makes sure other men who dare to approach you know that you are neither interested nor available, and you will never be. He won’t let any potential threat come near you; he would rather fight a hungry palulukan with his bare hands than see you get hurt. What if they can lure you and plunge you into the deep dark world of the adults? He knows you are not ready; you will never be ready to let yourself get tarnished by those worthless, reckless, and immature boys. (Not like he doesn’t want to do exactly the same thing).
”What will tanhì’s parents hear about this? Will they be happy?” He knows this always makes you relent. Classic trick: Parent's card.
You could blame your parents for his behavior and complain to them for all he cares. Your loving papa and mama have never been more relieved.
“He could lead you somewhere and do bad things to you. Do you want that?” He feels a surge of satisfaction when you lean close to him with a frown. “Mm-hmm, then stay close to me.”
“We should not make tanhì’s parents disappointed, yes? Then you should not have received that paper; it wasn’t worth it.” He gently plucks the love letter out of your hand. Oh, how he dreams to soothe your adorable pout with his tongue.
He doesn’t like it when you protest; he just tries to protect you.
What do you know about males anyway? Did you talk to them? Did you even smile at them?? No? Good, then you should not throw a tantrum just because he does it for your sake.
But it’s okay; you are a total brat (his brat, to be specific). You don’t get what he sees now, but eventually you will.
He still adores you so much when you stand here, in front of him, hands on hips with a scowl.
“You don’t need to be difficult, tanhì.” He murmurs as he presses a chaste kiss on your temple. “Just need to trust me, m’kay?”
His thumb moves lovingly at the nape of your neck as he pulls away just to see your breathtaking features; he secretly feels grateful toward the guys in the lab for making a liquid helping humans breathe the Pandora air, or else he would have kept you in your room for a whole day just to stare at your face. You have told him multiple times that his stares were scary and you didn’t like it one bit, but he can’t help it (duh). Eywa made you so gorgeous; it’s like all Her beauty and kindness reflect so perfectly on you. He swallows down the urge to press his cheek against yours, to scent you so wholly because you are so irresistible.
He is about to lean in for another kiss when you push him on the shoulders, creating a small distance between him and you, and oh, how he hates this.
“I’m not a child, Neteyam.” You huff, arms crossing in front of your chest. His eyes instinctively drop from your eyes to your breasts, zeroing in on how full they are with your forearms underneath.
“And I’ve never said you were.” He replies simply when he finds you glaring at him.
“And that means I can talk to boys alone, and you—Neteyam!!” You grit your teeth as his eyes roll upward. “And you should not scare them away; don’t stand right behind me and listen to every word I speak!”
“And I didn’t.” His fingers find your wrist and pulling you closer so carefully, as if you would bolt at any time if he were being too rough. “I don’t.”
“But you can hear everything; I have my own privacy too.”
Privacy? What are you even rambling about? He hasn’t violated your privacy in any moment in his entire life.
“Are you blaming me for my keen sense of hearing now, tanhì?” He has to keep his face neutral, even though every fiber of his being is screaming as you pull away. Again.
“Mm,” you hum, “Maybe you should stay far away when I try to interact with a male?”
“So what if something bad happened to you? What then, Y/n?” His hairless brows furrow in displeasure. “What if everything happened so fast that you couldn’t even yell for help? Or when you scream and no one else is near to help you?”
“It’s not gonna happen.”
“Oh wow,so you can predict the future.”
“I can’t,but let’s just stop those hypothesis.” You grunt.
“What hypothesis? It could happen at any moment.”
“People in here are not that bad! This is not the Earth!”
“How do you know if they are not bad?”
“How do you know if they are bad??” You twist back.
“You want to wait until it’s too late??”
He sees your hesitation,or rather your irritation and your lost of proper explains, a crack in your not-so-nice demeanor and he decides to exploit it.
He knows it; you are just not mature enough to handle things yourself. You need him; he is sure of it. All of this nonsense just because you don’t get the world like he does, because you feel “uncomfortable” in your parents’ boundaries, and you decide to throw a useless fit. It’s okay; he will fix this. This is not the first time you have declared your cute but vague independence. His palm presses against your waist, making you inch forward; your eyes find his golden, piercing orbs.
“So our little tanhì wants to be alone with boys,” he said reasonably. “To do what, exactly?”
You lower your gaze; you try to say something, but he holds out his hand, stopping you before words come out.
“What do your parents always say? You forget them now?”
“Of course not, but at least I—”
“So you mean you can at least be alone with males, and suddenly they want to do unforgivable things, and you get hurt, or worse. Is that it?”
“Don’t think about those hideous idea…”
He could see words drain out of you, but you don’t agree with him just yet.
“Well?” He cocks his head, hands cup your face soothingly, “You know better than to disobey.”
“Not all of them are bad, and I will make sure there will be people around.”
“Yes, but again how do you know if they are not bad?” He said, almost immediately.
You want to argue; he definitely feels the tell-tale signs of your disagreement. He doesn’t give you the time to do that, though.
“And then you will regret every single time you don’t listen to your parents, to me.” He presses his palm firmer on the sides of your face. “Do you even think about how I, your family, would feel if that occurred? People don’t play with snakes just to see if they’re venomous, tanhì. The best way to keep you safe and sound is to stay away from them.”
Because they will steal you from me!
He is so reasonable; your eyes flutter closed for a moment, and a sigh escapes your plump lips.
“...Then my life is no different than a cage.” You weakly mumble.
His lips turn into a fine line; he doesn’t like where this conversation is heading, not one bit. Do you truly not understand after tons of arguments like this with your parents? After countless times you cry in his arms? They give you freedom, they do, and you mistake “freedom” for “danger.” How many times does he have to repeat this to you? What you crave is neither privacy nor freedom. It’s a risk, and a risk he won’t let you take.
“Now, okay, mawey tanhì.” He gently pushes you down on the soft moss; he sits in front of you. His large frame blocking the sun, creating a shadow engulfing your human body. “You can talk to boys whenever you like;you know this well.”
“...”
“And to ensure your safety, I will stay close to you, not enough to make my presence visible, but enough to hear whether you are in trouble.”
You shake your head,he huffs.
“Look, I don’t eavesdrop on you, just so you know.” He quickly adds. “I’m not interested in tawtute’s stories.”
“How do I know if you are not interested?” You click your tongue.
“Y/n,”
His patience is wearing thin.
“You know that’s not how it works.” He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He is not a hot-tempered person; he isn’t. “I won’t hear the words you say; I just need to stay close to hear the tone.”
“What kind of—no, I still don’t feel comfortable.” You resist, and he has to physically restrain himself from saying something stupid that could dump your whole friendship.
The silence stretches; his eyes look straight into your soul, making you squirm and sit there uneasy. After it feels like who knows how long, he speaks again.
“Do you want to discuss this with your mother?”
“No! Why are you e-” You snap, but he quickly cuts you off.
“Then it’s going to be in my way, or no way. Your parents don’t even allow you to interact with boys. They trust me to be your friend. I am a man, and I have already broken their rules. I’m still here just because they don’t know I have!” He scrunched his nose; his luminescent freckles flared up just slightly.
You seem to be surprised by this sudden firmness he shows you.
“Do you want them to know about it? For them to stop trusting me, and eventually I can’t talk to you this freely? And then you won’t have your little sneaking out with your friends anymore, since I’m always there to lie for you.” He emphasizes the word ‘friends.’
”It isn’t my fault when they treat me like I’m a child!” You could see his tail is swishing from agitation.
“And it isn’t mine either? Now you’re blaming me for your parents’ actions.”
“I’m not.”
“Then why are you mad at me just because I do what they tell me to do?”
Good, now you are silent; now you can hear him loud and clear. He tilts your chin up with his finger, forcing you to meet his gaze. Neteyam quickly drops his hand to his side since you avoid his touch.
“You do not want them to find out, so listen to me,skxawng.”
He stares at you for a long moment, looking for an answer he knows is there. He has to suppress a smile when he sees a breath come out between your lips, your eyes are downcast.
“Okay.”
You don’t really feel satisfied with this he knows,but you simply couldn’t have any better choices if you still want to go out with your girls. His thumb finds the corner of your eyes,softly wipes a tear away.
“I get it’s not fair for you,I really do,” He lies. “You have options,but not so many. You don’t want to be caught,do you?”
“Why do they just treat me like I’m a kid? I’m no longer 18.” You grumble.
“There is not much we can do about it,” He shrugs, “Parents tend to get protective,y’know?”
“...This is not protective.”
“...” He stays silent,already loses interest in this topic.
You exhale again,longer this time. You’ve vented with him too much and you know he’s not your mental dumpster. “Okay.”
See? Everything is so easy to control when you listen to him; he knows you better than you know yourself. It’s just a matter of time before you also realize this. He pulls you into a loose embrace, his knees on the ground, his face nuzzling against your jawline. He let out a content sigh as your arms hesitantly wrapped around his neck.
“I can’t keep lying if you always run away like this,” he whispers; his fingers massage your scalp, and you immediately melt into his embrace. He smirks. Humans are so fragile; it takes only a few coaxing gestures to transform you into a good, obedient girl.
“Mm,” you murmured softly, your lips parted, and he should be ashamed for quickly becoming captivated by them.
The hand massaging your head sneaks down at the nape of your neck, his thumb moving tenderly over your pulse point.
“So you will always be near me, won’t you?” His lips just hover just an inch above the corner of your mouth, waiting. “Won’t ever leave Neteyam? Let him protect his tanhì?”
He watches with amusement as you nod eagerly, unlike other times when you try to pull away, flushing and rambling about keeping things “proper”; he rewards you with a lingering kiss juuust below your mouth. His instincts lead him to your throat even though you whimper, this case is in embarrassment as he puts it. His tongue teasingly darts out,making you gasp.
“What are you doing??” You hiss,heat creeps up your spine. Yet you make no move to back off.
“You still haven’t answered me,” He replies,as if he isn’t putting close-mouthed kisses along your collarbones, “I asked if you would let me protect you.”
It’s not really a question,he asks just because it gives him the time to stay with you longer. Your hands leave Neteyam’s neck,making him shiver from sudden coldness,and try to put a gap between two of you; he doesn’t budge though,since your attempt is so half-hearted. He’s about really pull away but you already make a small whine,mourning his hot mouth’s absence,so he dives back in. Humans are a strange creature,they keep denying and denying their desire until it’s too late.
“Yes.” A smallest puff of air comes out,barely making a sound if it wasn’t for his Na’vi ears.
“Yeah?”
“Yes,I would.”
He could feel his heart tightens just as he smells the faintest scent emanates between your thighs. His ears snap forward just slightly;you bite your cheek and adverting your gaze just not to look into his dilated pupils behind his thick lashes. Your legs are now shaking even more when you feel his grin on your skin,you feel like your stomach’s crawling.
Na’vis and their noses push you in awkward situations sometimes. Fortunately, Neteyam is a nice man;he seemingly ignores it whenever the “platonic make out” sessions get too overwhelmed and make your belly funny. He once considered helping you with those feelings- “just some small touches and nothing more”-however,he abandoned the idea after sensing doubts in your eyes.
“Hm,” This time he actually,reluctantly leaves your throat alone after another push from you.
You take a few steps back,a cute shade of red spreads out from your face to the end of your round ears.
“I think it’s time to go back.”
“I will walk with you.” He begins to straighten up.
“No,you don’t need to.”
“I insist.”
You lie to your parents,you have been lying to your parents for as long as he could remember,it’s natural that you will lie to him too. And you did; he would not have known if your parents hadn’t accidentally been too curious about your “adventure time” with him.
Neteyam bites back a scoff; he shouldn’t have been so surprised when he knew you weren’t really a trust-able person. Thanks to Eywa,She revealed the truth right on time.
He was sharpening his knife,his gaze drifted to your mom’s place as he felt his skin had goosebumps. The first thing came to his mind was the possibility of your mom finding all of the times he lied about you being in the village,while you were playing near the old RDA ruins with Lo’ak and Spider;places where your parents would kill you if they found you there.
Instead,welcoming him was a smile from the woman’s face,she chatted with him occasionally while her hands were busy fixing the throat comm for a Na’vi warrior. As he done sharpening his knife and started to excuse himself,not wanting to bother your mother’s precious time when one of her comment slipped into his twitching ears.
“You guys seemed to have fun lately,but you should bring Y/n back sooner.” Your mother turned to face him,her voice thick with disapproval. “It’s not safe when the eclipse comes,you know this well.”
He blinked. What fun? You hadn’t gone out with him for a week;and he certainly wouldn’t stay with you until the eclipse. What was she talking about?
Before he could even ask what did she mean by “bringing you late”,he had caught himself; no,he must not show his confusion toward your mom.
“I’m sorry,I will be careful next time.”
Later,he found you,he had to take a deep breath to not corner you with barrage of questions suffocating his mind. Neteyam’s smile toward you was more dopey than usual.
“You have a lot of works recently that you forget me.” He asked teasingly, “Mind sharing what’s bothering you? I could help.”
“Mm no?” You cocked an eyebrow. “I’m quite free.”
“So where have you been?” He offered you a piece of yovo fruit,which you refused. “I haven’t seen you for what? 4 days?”
“Staying in my lab all day.”
“Is that all?”
“Well what do you think I was doing?” You eye twitched in annoyance.
“No I’m just curious,last time I was there and your parents said you were not home.”
“Oh!” Your face snapped back to him. “You came to my lab?”
“Yes? I had to spare some time to visit my best friend; what’s wrong?”
“No,n-no…nothing’s wrong. I was just out to collect some samples with Norm.”
“Norm was there,running around his link unit.”
“Oh!” Your voice was full of panic,but he didn’t bring it up. “Oh,maybe I remember it wrong.”
“So what was you doing?”
“Maybe devoting so hard to my work that my parents didn’t even know that I was in my room the whole time?”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah,maybe, I have a memory of a golden fish.”
He hummed,not trusting you for a second.
This is not good,not good at all. He understands you lie to your parents just because you want some fun in your teenage years,but you have always been honest with him; Eywa, he cannot even count how many time you seek out for his presence and pour out your heart. It should be like that,he being your pillar,your anchor,your everything,the person you trust the most. It has always been like that,then what changes? What makes you slowly drift away from him? What makes you doubt him-your own protector,your only best friend?
No, you're just confused, or perhaps you're going through one of those "menstrual" weeks? If so, your behavior is expected; you're usually quick-tempered and irritable during those times. He reassures himself that you didn't mean to lie to him, that you probably just need some time to calm down, treat yourself to your cravings, and then you'll surely be back with him. And he'll be there, showering you with the most adorable jewelry you've ever seen, giving you tender kisses when you act childish.
Or maybe someone is trying to take you away.
From him.
It doesn’t sit right. An uneasy feeling’s suddenly gnawing in his chest. Neteyam’s tail swishes like a whip,so fast that he has to hold it down to stop tapping on the child’s face behind him.
He hopes it’s just all just his imagination,that he’s being too control over you and sometimes you just need a fresh time without him standing right behind you like a predator,who will gulp down anything comes near you.
And all his hopes are shattered when he catches you giggling and smiling too widely with a man.
Nathan,son of the scientists staying in those metal cages.
He’s seen Nathan before,of course,that boy’s shy and introvert. Neteyam doesn’t really care about humans other than you,he files this boy as: Nathan,the blond boy,and that’s it. Nothing more,nothing less;you have made it very clear that you have a crush on Neteyam himself,and he doubts that you’d ever show any other interest in other males. “They’re not good enough for you”,and they are not Neteyam.
But seeing things now makes his stomach churns. Neteyam hates the feeling of losing calmness and becoming reckless just like his baby brother,his first thought comes in mind is rushing over the couple and pushing that Nathan away. Grabbing Nathan by the neck,giving him a little shake to prove Neteyam’s point if necessary and shouting that you are his and his alone.
Because that’s the truth; you were made for him;the Great Mother brings you to him as a way to make up for everything he has to endure. Also as a motivation for him to be the best Olo’eyktan possible. He has spent all his life praying and thanking the Great Mother for granting you to him; he vows in front of Her that he’d never let you go or let a scratch appear on your flawless skin (even though you never really get how gorgeous you are).
He doesn’t act up on his violent thoughts,because you are there,and he knows better than to scare you. Instead,he just stands on the high branch,his tail swinging leisurely,a stark contrast to the mantras in his head.
Though he sees that you’re sneaky type of tawtute,as a result of being raised with overprotective and strict parents,it still catches him off guard when you manage to hide things without his help for over 2 weeks. Your dad never asks a thing like he used to,your mom’s relieved when you come back home early everyday. Your time spending with him gets lesser and lesser,your answers are now shorter and more clipped.
“Mm,I’m busy today so I think I can’t go out,dang it.”
“I wish you could come to your kelku,but…uh you know,the works can’t finish themselves.”
“I’m tired,I think I’m sick,ehem! Another day?”
Eywa,you don’t even let him caress your smooth skin anymore; when he tries to feels your cheeks pressed against his palms you just push his hands away!
“We are not mate, Neteyam,we should keep things more…appropriate,don’t you think?”
We aren’t,but we will.
Why are you doing this to him? Why are you torturing him like this? He never does anything wrong to you! He tries to do the opposite! Why are you so oblivious?? Maybe his love is not as clear as you want it to be? Maybe you want to be the one showing affection,to tell him that you just love him as much as he loves you? Is that it? That must be it,but you never really show him the affections he wants.
“Thank you a lot,but you should give this to your sisters,my room’s full of the trinkets you made.”
No,everything is just not that messed up,you are confused,you don’t know what’s best for you,he does. You just need a little reminder,surely you’ll go back,you’ll feel the same pull,the same strong feeling of finding your soulmate,you mate,your only.
“I’m sorry,I’m just not in the mood for cuddling,maybe we should stop? I mean entirely?”
It’s all Nathan’s fault,Neteyam sees it. It’s as clear as day that Nathan’s already filled you with filthy ideas,manipulating you to give what he desires and then will just throw you away,leaving you unwanted and crying. No,it can’t happen,it won’t,Neteyam makes sure of it.
“Yeah,Nathan? I think he’s fine,I didn’t really talk with him a lot. Why’d you ask? I didn’t know you and him were that close.”
You are innocent,you don’t see things clearly,you just see a piece of cheese and want to gobble it up like a cute silly little mouse. Neteyam,however,recognizes it as a mouse trap and he’d do anything to keep you from eating those.
“About those ‘daily platonic make out’ sessions? I don’t think that’s normal for our friendship,not normal at all.”
Neteyam’s brows furrow when he feels your hesitation,you are invited to tonight’s celebration,yet you don’t react like the way he expects. You would be so excited if you were the 2-months-ago-tanhì; but since you’re not…
“You don’t wanna go?” His tone filled with disbelief, you have told him you were dying to attend this celebration.
“No,not like I don’t want to,it’s just…” You bite your lower lip.”I’m about to ask Nathan to hang out with me tonight.”
“You can ask him to go to the celebration with you?”
“Yeah no,he doesn’t like loud music.”
How observant you are. He’s about to roll his eyes and give you a sneer,in the end he just shrugs.
“Another day,then? You can ask him whenever you like,but surely you wouldn’t want to miss this event,would you?”
“Yeah…I think so.”
“You think so? Are you not certain? I won’t force you.” He lies.
“Mm…”
He deliberately lets out an exasperated sigh.
“I thought tonight would cheer you up after uh,you know,stressful things happened lately?”
“...Yeah”
“It seems to me that I was wrong.”
The atmosphere becomes eerily silent,making his head spin.
“I have some works to do, I think I should go.” He takes a small step back.
“Actually…”
Neteyam hates the way you’re struggling just to make such simply decision,you used to choose so fast,choose him so fast that made a surge of pride bloom in his heart. But now…he bitterly adverts his gaze to hide his discomfort.
“I’ll come.” You concede. “You’re right,it’s not like my parents would let me go out with Nathan either.”
Exactly,and you don’t want them to find out that you’ve been seeing Nathan for a couple of weeks now. Right under their noses.
“Really?” He smiles. “Great! I will pick you up!”
He tells you on the way to the village that you’d be so breathtaking if you ever wore his People’s clothing.You respond to him with some feeble answers and a dismissive hand wave,that makes him so silent for a little bit. As if noticing his sudden quietness,you begin to talk about clothing again.
Neteyam has spent nights dreaming about you in Na’vi tops,those feathers and leaves could barely cover your breasts and they’d bounce so naturally with each step you take. Your nipples would luring Neteyam in,daring him to run his hand under those top to feel your buds harden. His large hand would greedily curl around your tender flesh while the other sneaking down to your loincloth. He’d find you soaking for him,he’d utilize this rare chance to tease you,making you more nice and wet before pushing you onto the ground roughly. Taking his time to untie your tewng,it would be so sweet if your breathy voice could repeat again and again,begging him to go faster already,maybe you’d let out some frustrated groans at his chuckle ‘Mawey,yawne,don’t be so impatient’. Those grunts and your fire attitude would soon morph into blissful moans and pleas as he suck your hardened nipple like it was the last feast he’d get to eat. His cock slide over your clit,making you whimper,get it all nice and wet while you look up at him with those doe eyes.
Neteyam’d definitely enjoy exploring your body with the sudden eagerness that makes his whole body shudder violently,touching places you have never touched before,teaching you about the ecstasy you can only imagine. After overstimulating you he would go straight home,plow into your incredibly tight hole on the mossy ground as you scream his name. ‘oh god Neteyam please,go faster,fuck me harder’. His eyes would shine with glee as he take you from behind,your round cheeks would jiggle like jelly whenever his pelvis make contact with your ass,and shit,maybe he’d turn your body just slightly to see your pretty,slutty face as you moan and cry in need.
That will not happen though; despite Kiri’s most persuasive speech you wouldn’t change your mind. Those clothing would be so otherworldly on you,yet you said they were too revealing in your human standard.
That doesn’t mean that the outfit you’re wearing is not pretty though: A cute puffy sleeves top and a denim shorts accentuate your body. Your hair’s now adorned with tiny flowers and sparkling things,you say it’s glitter but he doesn’t care what that’s it; the only thing he can drink down now is your thick lashes and your red,full lips. They look so kissable and he has to gulp down his saliva each 5 seconds to not lunge to you and take his ownership of those.
The celebration filled with loud music,bodies swaying by the fire and the smell of wine filled the air,making him feel like a melting candle. Neteyam glances at you and satisfies with the redness on your cheeks. He offers you a spot to sit and a leaf of teylu,but you refuse anyway.
“You don’t like it?” He frowns.
“I can’t eat Padora food,idiot.”
“Oh.”
Eventually you give in to the temptation and begin to join those dancers,they whistling and yipping as your hips swinging between the rhythms,those small legs step closer to him. Your movements slow and lingering,as if you want the music sink in before letting yourself move on. Heat pooling in Neteyam’s face as he sees the soft curves of your body as you arch your back just so slightly,your shoulders lead and your body follows. Your hands trail from your thighs to your collarbone,never quite touching before pulling away for good. Your fingers slide over your silky hair,making a few stray strands flowing gently in the wind.
Neteyam’s breath catches when your head tilts back,exposing the your delicating neck longer than strictly necessary. Your gaze’s daze,your eyes stay half-lidded,your mouth parts in a seductive smile. His mouth watering at the sight of your waist rolls each drum,at the tiny shine on your temples and the hollow of your throat. Eywa,is this a sign for him to claim his mate tonight? His heart’s pounding in his chest like a trapped bird,his golden irises are basically swallowed by his pupils as your cold hands tap his shoulders.
“Are you okay?” You sound concern,brows scrunch.
He snaps back to reality.
“No! I mea-Yeah,of course,I’m good,I think I drink too much wine.”
You stare at him for a long moment.
“You haven’t drunk anything since we got here.”
“I have,I did,you just didn’t see it.”
“Huh.” You let the matter go as you sit next to him,your chest rises and falls with each breath. “Phew,this is the first time I’ve dance in front of people like this.”
“How come you haven’t done this before?” He asks,genuinely .
“I don’t know,I was just too shy to try.”
“You are excellent at this, tanhì.”
“Thanks,I’m flattered.”
When the celebration has worn down and people scattering around to go back to their kelku,you still staying in the same spot you are. He doesn’t really want to leave either,but there’s still somebody near by; he can’t have his romantic moment in this setting! But his hope flares up again when you break the silence.
“Maybe we should go some where else.” You say with a deadpan expression. “I still don’t want to go home just yet.”
Because of my father,you think.
“Of course, tanhì.” He says,too fast that he should feel embarrassed. “I know just a place.”
The walk to the place he suggests is too uncomfortable,he motions to let his hand wanders lower to take yours; but you pull away before he could even touch your skin. You walk either in front of him or behind him (of course he doesn’t let you do the latter),eyes focusing forward and never glance at him when he tries to points out some lovely flowers,cute little animals than somehow run across your path. Slowly his mumbling gets shorter and shorter. The luminescent mossy beneath your feet doesn’t catch your attention; he remembers you’d hop just to see them shine and then you’d giggle. Your voice drips into his pointed ears like honey and Neteyam always commits every sound you make and files them into his memory to share with the Great Mother. He misses the way you look at him like he’s your universe,the only person existing in your mind,the boy you beg to kiss (you never beg though,he assumes you’re just too naive and hesitated to ask).
Now you aren’t smiling or talking,the water flow as you look deep into the river. Neteyam doesn’t like it when you are upset,it makes his heart hurt too.
“Ma tanhì,” He voices,his tone questioning and soothing,he sit on the log next to you. “Is something wrong?”
“No,nothing’s wrong.” You reply simply,the current ripples around your little feet.
His jaw clenches,your answers recently are always no,no, no and no! What is happening to you?? Why can’t you just share a tiny bit of your problem to him?? So the Nathan helps you bear them all so you think that Neteyam is no longer important to you?? Neteyam’s just one of your fleeting things,used then dumped,is that it??
He used to hope that you could realize how lucky you were when you had him staying by your side,willingly be your protector and provide you with everything you needed. But now that’s not the case.
“You are lying to me.” His voice has its roughness now,you crane your neck just to stare at his piercing orbs. “I’m not appreciate being lied to.”
“I’m not.” You stand up.
Even though he’s sitting,he’s still taller than you. His hand instinctively rest on your waist,halting your movement.
He smacks his lips,your scent gets sour.
“Sit.” He commands,of course you refuse to; you are a brat,a total hateful brat that only he can endure. Your fingers try to pry his hand away,your chest now heavy and your eyes are now glaring back at him.
“Sit,or I’ll make you.” He repeats,his fangs bare,his fingers tighten around your waist; you’re immediately taken aback by his harsh tone. He sees your confusion and decides to soften his voice. “Just a small talk,sit.”
You exhale and slowly sit back down,you knees touch his. If he was a blind man,he wouldn’t see the uneasiness radiating from your tiny frame. Some mean mumblings make it to his pointed ears,yet he pays them no attention; all of Neteyam’s focus is on your defiant gaze you throw at him. These small actions used to get on his nerves,but seeing it now just confirms his suspicion about your right state of mind. You need to be reminded,he tells himself; you are not really in a healthy mind,that skxawng has already corrupted you and tarnished you with disgusting ideas of running from Neteyam.
He’s getting tired of this little cat and mouse game. He has been waiting,hinting at you about his adoration for you,yet you throw them away in a garbage called: Behaviour of a touchy friend. You can’t see his devotion to you,fine,he will show you how deep his love to you.
You don’t want to listen to him or even talk to him,good,he will make you listen.
His hand,just resting on your hip now casually caresses the skin above your knee. His hand’s so big that it spans the whole upper leg.
“Now,tell me about Nathan.” Neteyam starts. “For the whole 2 weeks,yeah,those 2 weeks that you lied to your parents,what did you do with him?”
The fire in your irises dim,replacing with pure indignation.
“Excuse me?”
“Did you kiss him?” He continues, your new attempt to snap his hand away is nothing more than a pest should be dealt with later.
“None of your business.” You spit out.
He knows you kiss no one,good,even your hazy brain knows when to stop.
“Did you have sex with him?” A rhetorical question makes his tanhì’s face twists in unadulterated disgust.
“What the fuck? No!” You panic yelp is cut off when his hand gives you a warning squeeze. Not hard to hurt,but enough to make his point. His nails dig into your flesh.
“I think so.” He sighs,his fingers move under your leg and pull your thigh rest on his. “I watched you. With him.”
“What?” You whisper,eyes wide with disbelief. “What’s wrong with you,Neteyam,you’re weird today.”
“I watched you,you seemed happy.”
His other hand reaches out,tugging on the little knot on your top,it loosens so easily and he has a glimpse of your cute little pink bra. Your hand latches onto his wrist.
“What are you doing??” You shout,your captured leg try to move before a hand comes down hard enough to leave a giant red mark on your skin. You gasp in shock as the sharp smacking sound jarring in your ears.
“Be still now.” His tone gentle and calm,the pad of thumb wipes away your tear. The hand just smacking your thigh is stroking the reddened skin there.
You whimper in horror; Neteyam,who would never raise his voice at you or let an incest touch your body, just hit you!
“Is he your crush, tanhì?”
His hand trail from your wet cheek to your jaw,your throat and then you shoulder,he nudges the puffy sleeve slightly. His attention pours onto the smooth surface,he gulps down. No,this will be for later.
“...”
“Tanhì.” His voice loses its usual patience.
“Y-yes…” You nod,squirming and panting as the top’s fabric slide over your shoulders,exposing your almost bare upper body to Neteyam’s hungry scrutiny.
You’re scared when you see his ears are pinned flat against his head.
“Neteyam…?”
“Hm?”
One of his finger slide down the valley between your breasts,he’s visibly amused as that finger makes it under the center gore.
“I want to go home…”
“I thought you said you didn’t want to?”
“I change my mind…Please,let me go.”
“It’s quite late for that,don’t you think?”
He pull your legs more further apart,resulting in you losing your balance and fall off the log,your rears hit the ground,just like the way he wants. Your arms spray out uselessly and your eyes darting around,finding hope that isn’t there. He can tell that you’re looking for movement of a human or a Na’vi,basically anything to distract him and create some escapes for you. He’s now pissed,way beyond pissed.
He has suspected you have something for that cowardice, but he doesn’t like you admit it so easily. See? This is why you shouldn’t be near with any man except him,they’ll stuff your head with those filthy escaping things!
He settles between your legs,his tail sways seductively on the grass,his hands never leaves your thigh. You whimpers gets louder when he reaches for the knife on his hip,the blade shine under the night light.
“Neteyam! Wait please.” Unshed tears well up in your eyes,again,your hand quickly covers your chest,but Neteyam yanks your arm away. “Wait,don’t hurt me…”
“Easy,ma muntxate.” He has to remain calm,but you know better when you see his gritting teeth.
“Please we can talk throu-”
You get completely silent,your legs shaking near his hips as the point of the knife tap your clit through your shorts; his teasing wrist does a circular motion with the blade and you can’t help but get a bit aroused by this weird action.
“Do you remember the time when you invited me to visit your room,12 days ago?” He begins,his eyes follows the blade as it travels up,up to your bra’s gore. “I thought you were innocent,but guess what I found?”
You can’t answer,paralyzed by sharp edge touching your skin; with a quick snap of his wrist,the bra gore is snapped in half; your cups slips out and Neteyam stares at your breasts insatiably.
“You were watching…what? Pornhub? I saw it on one of your tabs.”
“I didn’t!” You deny,ears feel like they’re on fire.
“You don’t have to lie. You turned it off as soon as I stepped in, Sneaky,I was still thinking you would never watch those.”
He smirks,his large palm comes up to glaze your bosom’s side. His thumb confidently swipe over your nipple; the cold air with his caress make it tight with sensation. The knife forgotten on the moss and your attention’s drawn to it,but Neteyam knows what he’s doing when it’s placed out of your reach.(As if you could really do something with those weak human strength and a knife)
“You’re not really that innocent,are you?”
He leans in and puts a soft peck onto the hardened bub; his tongue flicks out to trail from your underside to the peak rosebud,extracting a half moan,half gasp from your lips. Neteyam’s other hand takes care of your neglected breast. You palms push flat against his shoulders,his canines nibble gently on your skin,a threat.
Neteyam takes the bub into his mouth and sucks,he alters between licks,kisses and gentle nips. When deciding he has enough,Neteyam releases your nipple with a wet pop,his tail lashing uncontrollably when your syrupy voice turn into whines and grunts.
“Have you ever touched yourself? I’m curious.”
His voice is a growl on your neck,he push you flat onto the ground,hair spraying our like halo and Eywa,he has to presses down the urge to go too rough and break you right here and now. You are small and hurting you is the least thing he’s ever wanted to do.
“Neteyam-” You inhale a shaky breath. “Oh god,Neteyam…Wait!”
“Tell me.” He demands as he bites on your shoulders,tasting your honeyed skin in his mouth. You’re squirming and gasping,pleas like mantra flowing out. His mouth leaves a trail of bite marks and purple bruises,including saliva on them, he soothes your cries by lapping and kissing on the marks oh so carefully.
You bratty silence is rewarded with a painful smack on your ass and a harsh pull on the nipple which his hand just played with. You gush in your undergarment.
“Yes! I have!” You squeal,tears run down your temples.
Neteyam crouches back on heels,grinning like a total skxawng as your face reddens,his forefinger tap over your intimate part. Your arousal filling the air and his nostrils twitching slightly; a sly smile blooms on his lips as you curse under your breaths. You are blaming on the adrenaline but to him it does not really matter.
“Why didn’t you tell me you like it rough,huh?” He taunts.
“F-fuck…”
“Did it feel good? Touching yourself?”
He doesn’t give you the time to answer though,his hands latch onto your shorts and pull it forcefully on the opposite directions. Your eyes fly wide open as you scream,it takes him a little bit of his strength but the fabric gives up,torn into useless cloth. The remaining material barely covers his treasures,and his fingers grab roughly to the soft white cloth of your panties. It’s really a shame he has to tear it off; he was hoping he could gently peel it off your skin,looking at you blushing and shyly revealing your body to him in his-your kelku; however, you leave him no choice,no choice at all. He secretly clicks his tongue in annoyance,this is his favourite panties too.
“Neteyam, think please! You don’t want to do this!” You shout.
Oh he does want to do this,he’s been craving ever since to do this to you.
The underwear is torn,presenting him with your cute glistening pink cunt,he licks the point of his canine. Nights after nights he dreams about this,about you,with his hand between his thighs as he moans. You drive him crazy with just your presence only.
This will be sooo delicious,you will be so delicious,he know you are.
“Neteyam,please no…” You cry,elbows grinding on the ground when you feel his gaze on your private part,his Adam apple bobbing up and down. You take a deep breath,try to calm yourself and your voice.
Your preparation is useless when he snatches both of your thighs and push your legs up so high that your knees almost touch your ears. His breaths are hot puffs against your folds as you unconsciously clench around nothing. He’d be the first,the last,the only to taste this; he can’t help but wonder whether you could even cum when you explore your own body. He bets you couldn’t,he knows you just slide that pretty finger in and out your hole as a repeating motion,groaning and sobbing as the peak was no where to be seen.
He’s dying for being the first person to bring you pleasure. So he dives in.
And dear Great Mother,just a lick across your slit and he feels like his head’s gonna explode. You taste so sweet,so fucking awesome that it forces him to latch on your clit and suck roughly before catching himself. He apologizes by peppering kisses along your outer lips. Calm down,damn it,he shouldn’t rush too fast like that.
Choke sobs and moans slipped out from your throat when he’s going down. He drinks those sounds just like how he’s tasting and drinking your juice in.
“W-Wait!” You yell,but the way your body humps against his face damned your protest,your hands constantly switch from grabbing his hair to finding purchase on the dirt beneath you instead.
His respond is a low groan,vibrating from your pussy to your head. His tongue attack the bundle of nerves,licking and swiping at them like he’s sucking a piece of cream out of his finger. It’s a poor comparison,you’re much more delicious than any nectar or cream he’s ever tasted. The flat of his tongue moves upward from your labia to your clit,he spits at the tiny bud before backing down to use the point of his tongue to circle your entrance. He bites back a chuckle when your legs are shaking violently in his grasp,you’re a blubbering nonsense mess with your tears and hairs stick to your damp cheeks.
He humps into the ground,seeking some frictions that could ease the fire on his groin because if no he’s gonna go mad. He wants nothing but to push his cock into your tight body,yet he has to prepare you. Patience is a virtue he posses,however,he finds none when he’s here.
“Neteyam!!” You gasp.
He starts to dip his tongue into your tight entrance,almost instantly his eyes snap forward to find yours. He begin to thrust in and out just slightly,his nose grinding on your clit as he shakes his head lightly. You tilt your head back in estasy,mouth opens in a silent gasp. Suddenly you look at him straight up and try to push his head away.
“Wai-wait! Something-ahh!”
He withdraws his tongue and suck on your clit,gathering your reactions and he knows he’s at you sweet spot. So Neteyam’s right,you’ve touched yourself but never cum,it’s okay,he will show you. Your back arches at him as your walls fluttering and throbbing,you cries get louder and louder,linger with panic and shame.
Oh god,you’re going cum,cum on your bestfriend-if-he-was-the-Neteyam-before-tonight tongue. He uses a harder suction and all you can see is white,your eyes roll back to your head and you close them shut,a guttural moan escapes your lips and your legs stop their futile kicking and become limp,completely numb. Neteyam doesn’t waste a second,licking and lapping all what you have for him with a content sigh. He holds and fucks you through it while you whining and sobbing as it feels like you’re going to nine clouds.
When he straightens up,you come to see his nose and his chin,basically his lower face glistening with you essence; his thin lips still have that same gentle smile,you used to love seeing that smile but now in this context it makes you horrified.
“That’ll do.” He murmurs,lowers his head to put a kiss on your abdomen. His eyes shine with mirth as he taps your cheek. “Stay awake,tìyawn. We’re not done yet.”
A long line of mean and hurtful chants (more like babbling useless words to him) flown out of your mouth,he put his middle finger in his mouth,covering it with his spit when he pulls out and touch your entrance.
Your overstimulated cunt clenches around his finger as he pushes in,he hisses in delight. You are still so tight after that explosive orgasm,he thrust his digit in your pussy as you squeak. Your hips buckle in involuntarily,walls fluttering as if begging for more.
“Tell me about Nathan again.” His other hand circle a half of your waist. “No one,is he?”
You shake your head,much against his expectation.
“Neteyam…” You sob,fluid comes out more as you look as his sharp features.
His digit stops its movement completely,only his fingertip remain in. You whine in protest at the sudden lost of friction and his finger inside you. You try to break free from his grip and begin to move on your own,that earns you two hard slaps on your hip and ass cheek. You choke out and look up at him,eyes full of tears and pleas.
“You love me,don’t you?” His voice is low purr.
He demands,his heart’s full of sorrow right now that he can’t bear watching you wandering around any other men. He’s been doing nothing but good for you,good to you. You once told him that anyone would be so lucky if they had him as their mate,then why were not you?? Why can’t you just see him? Right here,in front of your eyes,waiting and yearning for you for years,would kill for you?? He hates the feeling of fire,of jealousy stuff full in his chest,hates how willing he is right now to hunt that Nathan down and give him fatal lesson at first before that pest even think about holding your hand. Should’ve slaughtered him like creatures after hunt,led you toward what would remain of that pig as a clear warning. No one would suspect a thing,no one would ever bat an eye on that moron’s missing.
No,he’d be in trouble,and he’s not a violent person,he reminds himself.
“Say it.” He bites out. “Say ‘I love you,Neteyam’.”
“N-Neteyam,you know I don’t…”
You bite your lower lip,hands sneak down to pry his finger away from your skin. Your mid speaking whispers turn into a pained wail as his palm hit your rear again,harsher than necessary and hard enough to bruise.
“Say it.”
He gives the reddened skin a pinch,not feeling a tiny bit of guilt as he feel your walls clamp down in excitement,despite your facial emotions say otherwise. This is not working,his second finger nudge at your hole is the only threat before he push both of his fingers back in until it reaches his second knuckles. Your eyes wide with panic as your back arches.
“Okay! I love you! Okay??” You yell. Discomfort evidenced in your hoarse voice.
You cry,it burns so bad,so good,your toes curl up as you feel like you’re splinted in half, his fingers is large enough to make you feel like there’s an actual human cock in your cunt. You can’t help but whine,shame and arousal mix as his fingers press against your G-spot.
“Say it again,like you mean it.”
“I-I love you,so much…”
This,this is what he’s working for,waiting for,dying for. Finally,his mate,his muntxate admits that she loves him. He knows she does,she loves him with all her heart and he would suffocate him with her devotion for the rest of her life. He’ll worshiped her more from now on,nothing could tear him and you apart anymore,Eywa is watching all of this and he could hear She says ‘yes,this is all for you,I grant her for you because you are so hard-working and you deserve the best thing in this moon.”
The air you gulp came out as pants and startled gasps as he starts to pump in and out again,it feels so hot and good and all slick when all you could see is how hard he’s biting his lower lip,trying to contain his groans and whimpers as he steels himself to be patient. Your hands can’t do anything but grab the grass as a leverage when his fingers push in. Your eyes are all daze and wet; Neteyam curls his digits slightly and you almost cry by the intensification he brings.
“I’m touching your navel,from inside.”
He murmurs,that melodic and sexy voice of his sends you near edge. And Neteyam pushes you right through it withou mercy. Juice runs down his wrist in all lewd and gooey way. You can’t moan at all because your throat’s burning from being too vocal. He smiles widely as he crawls up all the way to your upper body,presses his lips against yours in a close-mouthed kiss.
Your lips are so soft,so soft that he has to kiss you harder to make sure he’s not dreaming at all. His ears perk up and the tent on his tewng grinds against you,he’s so high up right now he feels like a real kiss would bring him fall into the abyss untouched,and he wouldn’t have a chance to give you what he’s been saving for nearly a moon now. He had begged for you to let him have a peck like this,but you didn’t agree to give him; he saw it as challenge to take it himself.
“Shit,feels like heaven,huh?” He pulls his digit out and unties his loincloth in a jerky motion. “Yeah,thought so. Should’ve taken you sooner.”
The knot came undone as the fabric slips away,a surge of panic coursing through your body as you realize.
His cock has the same blue like the rest of his body,stripes and luminescent freckles decorating along his thick girth; the tip has a very beautiful lavender type of colour,he gives it a few experimental strokes,extracting a bit of pre cum from the slit.
“Like what you see?” He teases gently when he sees your gaping at his dick. “Don’t worry yawne,you’ll have it soon.”
“W-wait!” You mewl,shake your head as you try to crawl away before he yanks you back by your ankle roughly. “It won’t fit,Neteyam…”
“It will.” He hums,extends his palm in front of your face. “Spit.”
You look at him confusingly,still scared by his size.
“Spit.” He repeats,brings his palm closer to you.
Your cheeks get all red when you spit on his palm,he lets out some praises as he smears your saliva with his pre cum,makes it all wet and sloppy and sticky,his thumb presses against the underside of his tip as he whimpers.
His other hand still wraps around your ankle slowly travels up to your thigh,holding it open. His thick length slides across your slit,his tip nuzzles into your hard bud on your clitoris,making you weep. When he decides you’re wet enough,his tip probes at your entrance,he pushes in just a little bit,your flesh resists slightly before giving in and greedily pulling him closer.
“Ha,” He pants. “Look at this,girl tries to gulp me down, fuck. You’ve neglected her long enough,haven't you?”
It’s true,because you could feel your inner muscles fluttering and spasming eagerly,his breaths all shaky and short when he take your hand in his and leads it to his neck. Your fingers trace the solid lines of his traditional necklace.
“Neteyam…” You moan his name.
Your thighs clench as he slowly come in,the lavender head gets all the way in after his thumb plays with the bundle of nerves in a tender manner,you glazing at Neteyam’s concentrated face when his golden orbs get all dazzling and unsteady. You lean forward,your lips part in a silent invitation.
He doesn’t even need to look,his lips on yours in millisecond. His tongue trace the seam of your mouth,begging. He’s much bigger than you and he has to crouch down on a rather awkward position to fulfill your demand,but it’s worth every second; your lips open in a silent gasp and his tongue tangle with yours. The kiss is hard,all teeth and tongue,you could feel the sensation’s so strong that your lower lips get wider to let him in. Neteyam groans into your mouth,swallows up your voice like you’re the only feast he has ever gotten to eat.
You should be surprised by how easy the slide in,you suppose it should be painful since he’s too big for you,plus you’re a virgin. To your awe,it doesn’t hurt one bit,your walls hug him tight like it was made only for him,envelop his thick length and girth like it’s welcoming him home.
Neteyam breaks the kiss with a gasp,a strand of saliva connects your lips to his as he close his eyes in pleasure as he bottoms out,his head tilts back on his neck and he lets out a sigh. He stays there for a long moment,letting you accommodate his size as he gritting his teeth.
“Ti…Tanhì…” He breathes out. “You’re too tight,gotta suffocate me if you keep squeezing me like this.”
Even though he says that,his hips begin to buckle up and draws out some whimpers and mewl from your plump,swollen lips. He starts up with shallow thrusts,Neteyam’s face scrunches up in ecstasy as he curses in his mother language,fangs bare,hands gripping your hips tightly you sure there will be marks there.
You feel so good,so so good that it makes his head dizzy and wants to explode into million pieces. Your inner walls massage his cock,pulling and caressing like it’ll never let him go. The warmness inside you lures him closer,dares him to lose his sanity if he had them. A electricity shoots up his spine as his eyes roll back into his skull.
“Oh Great Mother.” He lunges at your mouth again,a hand presses flat against your back,Neteyam gulps down,devours your sound as he speeds up his rhythm. “This snuggle girl misses me so much.She was made to take Na’vi cock,hmh? Take me?”
“Neteyam-Oh my god…” You gasp into his mouth,head fall onto the dirt and his face immediately nuzzles against your throat,canines nibbling at your skin.
The sounds you and Neteyam’s making now getting more pornography and lewd than ever. Wet skin slaps skin sounds fill the night’s air as he drives into you like an animal in heat,moans and groans and chants stuff full into his ears and maybe yours too,but the drool on your cheek tells him that you’re too far gone to even hear anything in those blissful waves.
He can’t help but looking down to your belly and,oh,there’s a bulge on it. He’s grinning widely as his hand caresses the bulge,sometimes presses his palm flat against your stomach just to feel it disappears and reappears again and again.
“Hmh,aaall the way up here.” He put your palm onto the bulge and begins to move again. “Why don’t we steal a mirror from your lab? How’s that sound? It's a shame you can't see your face."
He says as he showers you with kisses all over your face.
You can’t even respond to him except for some grunts and groans from your hurting throat; Neteyam’s mind swirls with sensation and his body can’t think of anything else for the same repeat motion. His cock kisses your cervix every time he pushes in and you cry out,breasts jiggle make his mouth watering. He leans down again just to capture those hard bud into his hot mouth,sucking harshly and worship-fully as if anything’d come out. Neteyam switches between two nipples,he makes sure no one should be left behind.
He inhales sharply when he feels your muscles pulsing throbbing again,pussy grips him so good and tight. His primal urges him to go harder and deeper,so he does,
“F-fuck,Neteyam, I think I’m gonna…”
“Gonna what?”
You look at him,pouting and he has to swallow down a violent surge of adoration at your too cute face. No,he can’t give in yet.
“Use your big words,yawne,gonna what?” He coos,he slows his motions,earning a whine from you.
“I’m gonna cum…”
“So…?” He speeds up just slightly,he’s close too,so close,but he always prioritizes your pleasure. His hairless eyebrow raises expectantly.
“Please…” You sob.
“Please what?”
“Let me cum! Please,I’m so close,please Neteyam…”
Only a vrrtep could refuse you with your utter adorable face.
He thrusts hard and fast,to the point that he can’t feel where you begin and where he ends. Your grunts and mewls get louder,his name,his name,falls from your lips like prayers. He’s tempted to close his eyes in happiness,but his gaze drinks your expression, wanting to miss nothing out.
“Gonna cum,baby?”
“Mhm…”
“Yeah? Gonna cum for me? Can you use that sweet voice for me,yawne? I’m dying to hear you,say anything,anything at all.”
“Neteyam,f-fuck,Neteyaaam.” You moan,hips twitching in return as you cum,contracting against his width and surround him with your fluid. Neteyam never stops his thrusting and he gets you through it good,almost painfully.
“Fuck,you look so pretty when you cum,you know that?"
"O-oh f-fuck.."
"Oel ngati kameie.”
He smacks gently on your backside when you stay silent. He must have fucked you so throughout when you get all silent and your fucked out brain can't comprehend a simple sentence.
"C'mon,say with with me; 'Oel ngati kemeie'." Neteyam murmurs,his thumb presses harder on the bulge. A shudder courses through both of you.
“O-Oel ngati kameie…” You whisper.
“Gooood girl. Wasn't so hard,was it?"
His voice now slurry and drawn out,like he’s drunk. He is,he’s drunk on you,your sight,you feeling,basically you and everything involves you. His consciousness slips out when he’s on edge.
“I’m close…” Neteyam’s pupils are so blown out that his eyes almost pitch black and filled with lust. “Gonna pump you up baby.”
“Neteyyam…”
“Hmh.” He hums,pistolling into your abused girl. “Yeah,gonna pump you up so full,won’t spill anything out will you? You’re gonna look so good with round belly,either cum or child will do.”
You blush furiously as his words,Neteyam just chuckles as he leans down and put another gentle kiss on your cheek. He keeps his lips there as you squeal,orgasm shoot from his lashing tail to his brain,hot white rope after rope paint your inside white. But he’s too big and you’re too small and inside you barely has any space left,white sticky liquid flows out and drops onto the forest floor.
“Told you not to waste,didn't I?” He nips at your jawline soothingly,hand travel up your spine as he comes down from his high.
You have already passed out,hand touching his biceps,he puts another kiss on your other cheek and gently tucks a strand of hair stucks on your sweetly forehead.
After years of pursuing you,enduring all that Sky Demon presence on this moon,got shot and survive,fighting for all his life now does he finally find his home. A place where he belongs,he has been selfless enough,good enough,obedient enough; he has the rights to be mean too,he has the rights to be selfish,to takes what rightfully his from the first time.
You’re now officially his,and he’s never been more happier. Nothing is gonna take this precious peace of his away,a bond is made and you can't cut it off with your filmsy human mating ritual. He won't allow that; but he knows you,you loves him,you admit it. You won't leave him either.
"Oel ngati kemeie,yawne." He kisses you on your closed eyelid.