stargirl interlude

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By the time you heard the leaves rustling behind you, you didn't have time to act like you'd been practicing. All you could do was scramble to your feet, nervously clutching your bow before your thighs as Neytiri brushed into the clearing
where you meet for archery. You exhaled shakily, biting down on your lip as you looked away, afraid to meet her eyes.
No matter how you tried, your aim was just terrible, and you weren't quite strong enough to pull the drawstring correctly, and it made the whole endeavor frustrating for everyone. Only the former chief's daughter could put up with attempting
to teach you anything, and she didn't take kindly to it—she greeted you with a frown, eyes cold with disapproval.
Disappointing Neytiri was honestly the worst part of your embarrassing lack of skill. You didn't mind being a bad hunter—you were okay with a knife, and besides, you had other talents anyway. No, it was shame that flooded through you
when your hand fumbled again, when your arrows went sailing in completely the wrong direction, and the way Neytiri just looked so exhausted with you. You'd never felt so personally indebted to any of your previous teachers, never truly
cared when they inevitably gave up on teaching what you'd never learn, but Neytiri just inspired a different level of care in you. Perhaps you were embarrassed to be even more of a hassle to her than her own children, or perhaps you just felt
unbelievably small under her scrutinizing gaze, but in any case, your face flooded with heat as Neytiri tsked at you.
"With your level of skill," She hummed, "I don't know how you have time to be daydreaming." She fixed you with an almost-glare, not pleased but somehow teasing. You flinched all the same, focusing harder on looking at your own toes.
So quietly it was almost a whisper, you mumbled, "I'm sorry, I was just distracted waiting for you..."
Neytiri scoffed. "You should be practicing while you wait for me."
The way she strung out the words like you were stupid made you shift awkwardly on your feet, finally glancing up to meet her eyes. Immediately, your breath left you in a rush—she was looking at you with such intensity, lips pursed with
mild annoyance. The irritated set of her mouth sent a wave of heat through your chest, humiliation and indignation mingling in your stomach.
With your lack of answer, Neytiri just rolled her eyes, swinging her bow around and placing it delicately next to her feet. The action drew your attention to her arms—lean and toned, flexing inadvertently as she stood again and adjusted her
top. Today, it was a beautiful weave of flowers and fronds in all shades of orange, barely brushing over her chest. You shamefully dragged your eyes away, traveling up to her face again with what you hoped was a sufficiently chagrined
expression. It just made her sigh again, crossing her arms.
"Silly girl. You will not improve," She drawled, coming towards you, "if you do not spend every moment practicing. You do not listen to me."
You frowned. "No, I—I do! I was just..." You shuffled your feet. "I'm sorry, Neytiri..."
You heard her make a sharp sound that drew your eyes up again, feeling even more chastised. She cocked her head, giving you a hard look that made your knees weaken a little. Finally, she shook her head and sighed, "You listen to
me here, but you don't work hard. It goes in—," At this, she reached out and poked the side of your head, and then the other side, "—and out again. You do not take it to heart."
With a grumble you ducked away from her prodding. You argued, "I do, it's just—It's hard. I get frustrated when you're not here to help me."
Her eyes softened, the expression on her face becoming less annoyed. She blinked, almost like she was shocked, and you yourself balked at the reaction. You seldom ever managed to stump Neytiri for words, but here was looking at you,
gobsmacked. You couldn't even tell what part of what you'd said was so surprising, and you tried backpedaling, "I—I mean, I try, but it just doesn't work. You know I'm not good at this." You twisted your hands. "I just need you to help me,
that's all."
Neytiri let out a soft sigh. "Oh, silly girl." As always, the demeaning nickname made you shiver, and her tone only added to it. She cooed, "My dear, I know I've been pressuring you. I just want to see you improve, you know."
You nodded minutely. "I know."
She gave you a gentle smile, then, eyes catching a glimmer. It felt like being under the sun and you couldn't help but feel your chest unwind, fingers twisting on your bow. However, nothing could prepare you for when Neytiri took a step
closer, laying a hand on your shoulder. You breathed out a shallow gasp; her hand was warm and solid against your skin, lighting every pore on fire. You stared into her eyes desperately, fighting to keep your breathing regular.
Neytiri dipped her head to the side, stooping a little bit to make sure she was eye-level with you before she spoke. "I don't wish to make you feel stupid. I didn't mean it. I know you are trying very hard."
The kindness in her voice made you melt, a watery smile crossing your face. You responded softly, "I—I really am."
"I know, my girl." My girl. You shivered as she raised a hand to your face, her thumb smoothing over your cheek under your eye. She continued quietly, "I should celebrate your progress instead. I do notice."
Unable to resist, you leaned into her palm a bit, basking in her touch. You mumbled, "It's just... hard..."
Neytiri nodded sympathetically. "Yes, I know. For your lack of skill when we begun, you're doing very well." Her hand on your shoulder slipped down to grip your arm, strong and grounding. Her hold was heavier than your own, making you
feel small and slight between her hands and laying a gauzy haze over your thoughts. She went on, emphatically, "I should celebrate you, yes. You've improved so much."
There was nothing you could do to stop yourself from preening, bashful smile growing under the attention. Fingers still knotting, you responded, "Thank you, Neytiri."
She nodded, eyes soft. You couldn't help but try to follow her as she drew away, making her let loose a light chuckle. "Easy, easy. Perhaps today you need a break instead of a lesson?"
The soft purr in her voice had your ears perking up immediately, unable to hide the twinge of flush in your face. Almost whiplashing yourself, you nodded, surely looking as stupid as you felt, but you couldn't help it. Neytiri was so beautiful,
and the way she spoke to you, so gentle, kind with an under-lacing of undeniable power, made you weak in the knees. Neytiri laughed again, backing away from you with a radiant grin. She twisted on her heel, spinning her arms in a small
circle.
"I see you're having more fun here..." She hummed contemplatively, turning back around to face you with an adorable pout. It made her look young, not at all like the thirty-two year old who'd seen war you'd only been a baby for. As if
reading your mind, she sighed, putting her hands on her hips. "I have to say I'm more than willing for a break as well, so we might as well take a day off..."
You followed her with eager eyes, trying not to let your gaze sweep over her long, lean abdomen, the way her top barely concealed her breasts when she leaned over to throw a teasing look at you. Bashfully, you tried, "I wouldn't object to a
day off."
Neytiri beamed, your heart swooped. "Good girl! Come, then." You hardly managed to stumble after her, carefully stashing your bow with hers in the practice clearing and staggering behind her as she started off. Only glancing over her
shoulder with a light chuckle to be sure you were there, Neytiri called, "What shall we do? What celebration would you like, my girl?"
You hummed, head tilting side to side as you thought. "Umm... I don't know..." You looked up in time to see Neytiri scoffing over her shoulder at you, amusement in her eyes. You insisted, "I don't know!"
She laughed, finally stopping her aimless wandering. Again, she set her hands on her hips, and you stopped a few steps before her, fingers knotting in front of your thighs. You'd stopped in the canopy of the large trees, casting a gentle green-
pink-yellow mosaic over the soft planes of Neytiri's face. You couldn't help but stare; she looked so much like an angel. The slope of her cheek, the sparkle in her large eyes, the pretty lines around her mouth and nose. She was so beautiful.
For a moment, your breath was caught in your chest, and you fumbled for anything to say.
At great length, Neytiri hummed, taking a step closer to you. "Is that true?"
Your heart just about stopped. Lips pursing, you chanced a slow look up to Neytiri's face, heat slowly seeping out from your chest. "Yes?"
Neytiri smiled, a tiny one that made your heart flutter terribly. Her eyelids lowered, taking a few moments to simply look at you, making you squirm. She cooed, "Please, surely you have something you'd rather do." She reached out to touch
you again, wrapping both hands loosely around your arms. "You deserve it, you know. Anything you want."
You bit down on your tongue. You couldn't seem to lift your gaze from Neytiri's mouth, set again in that gentle pout, so soft-looking. Voice quieter than you'd intended, you murmured, "I really—I don't know." Finally flicking your eyes up;
"Anything you want, I want that too."
Looking into Neytiri's eyes only worsened your rabbiting heart, a fire lighting in your stomach; her gaze was so close, hardly a breath between your faces. She was looking at you so intensely, attentively, searching your face. You felt
unbearably seen by her, instinctively wriggling your toes in the soft grass and pressing your thighs together. You were beginning to feel the start of a low, steady pulse, so embarrassing you couldn't hold back a small whine of frustration.
Of course, nothing ever escaped Neytiri's notice.
Her ears twitched at the sound, eyes blowing wide on your face. She cocked her head, looking at you with a more intent concern, her warm hands smoothing around your arms as they came closer to your chest. "My girl, is something wrong?"
You swallowed, ducking your head down to your chest. "It's nothing..."
"No." Before you could think, you felt the sensation of fingers under your chin, and Neytiri softly goaded your face up to look at her. "Don't hide from me." The directness made you gasp, lips parting and eyes shooting open to take in her
newly forceful expression. You were suddenly far too close to her, so much that you could smell her breath, and it was overwhelming. Your breath stuttered, hips squirming again, and this time, Neytiri glanced down.
There was a beat of silence. Even though she was already looking, had already caught you, you couldn't help but shift again, trying to evade her eyes. You grunted with frustration, mumbling, "Neytiri, I... Don't look, I'm really sorry—"
Just as soon as you said it, Neytiri shook her head, making a quiet shushing noise. She whispered, "No, no, don't be upset." She looked up, the haziness in her eyes so disarming you couldn't hold down another breathless whine. Something
about her eyes looked different, warmer. "It's okay, my girl. This is nothing to be ashamed of."
You swallowed, sucking your bottom lip into your mouth. Neytiri was perceptive, too smart to try and lie to, so you didn't even bother. All you could do was guiltily look away, whispering, "But... you're married..."
Neytiri tsked again, using the hand still under your chin to bring your face back to hers. The show of dominance brought out a soft noise from your throat, to quiet to catch, but Neytiri's pupils seemed to dilate.
Her voice low and lush, as if she were speaking to someone who didn't speak her language, she hushed you, "Oh, don't worry. You don't have to worry about any of that, okay?"
You sniffed. Her words laid a fogginess over your brain, thoughts going fuzzier and fuzzier with every gentle, kind word. It was all you could do to speak coherently when you protested weakly, "I—I don't want to get in trouble."
"Quiet." Neytiri clicked her tongue, almost disapproving. You shivered. "I would not let anything happen to you, my girl. You're not in any trouble, I promise."
Slowly, indulgently, she turned her head, and you felt the course of her warm breath over your neck, cheek, up to your ear.
"Just let mama take care of her special girl. My favorite girl."
Your mouth dropped open as the words rushed over you, squeezing your eyes closed in a vain attempt to hide the reaction they gave you. You couldn't help but sigh out a whimper, leaning forward into Neytiri's chest to press your hands
against her. The hand still on your shoulder circled around, so it was pressing low and heavy between your shoulder blades, and Neytiri took hold of your face again, pulling you down to look at her. Your eyes snapped wide on her face, and
she leaned in to press a soft kiss to your forehead. Without pulling away, lips brushing gently against your skin as she spoke, she whispered, "You would like that, wouldn't you? Talk to me, baby."
Your cunt throbbed and, suddenly frustrated, you curled your hands harder into Neytiri's chest. Quietly, you whined, "Please, Neytiri, I... I want you."
You felt a puff of breath against your skin. "Of course. I know you do, my girl." The hand on your back came to your neck as she walked you backwards, until you felt the rasp of bark against your bare back. You gasped, and Neytiri came
down again to smile teasingly.
Hand traveling from a loose hold on your chin to a light brush over your cheek, Neytiri goaded softly, "Relax. Down."
Without thinking, you obeyed, gracelessly dropping to the grass beneath you. Wound up in your arms, Neytiri was forced to follow you, laughing quietly. "So eager... Be careful, sweet girl, don't hurt yourself." She cradled the back of your
head where it was now laid against the tree, but all you could do was curl into her touch. A wanton noise loosing from your throat, you leaned forward on your knees, trying to fall into her chest, to just feel her skin; she was so  close, so warm
against you, it was like you couldn't even think. This too, though, she denied you, holding you back by the hair at the nape of your neck and making you whine.
"No, baby. You stay." Her firmness made you tremble, thighs squirming together as you nodded. Your pout made her soften, smoothing the pad of her thumb under your eye. "Shh, I am here. Let me help you."
You followed her with hazy eyes, swaying on your knees with a mournful groan when Neytiri pulled her hands away from you. However, you were just as quickly soothed when she lifted her hair off her shoulders, brushing it aside as she
began fussing with her flowered top. You felt your eyes regain clarity watching her unlace the woven strings behind her back, the petals covering her chest beginning to loosen, showing inch by inch new flashes of skin.
Sounding entirely too pleased with herself, Neytiri cooed, "Come here, now."
All you could do was swallow, hardly hearing her. Finally, her top fell away and exposed her bare chest, and you shifted uncomfortably as a fresh wave of slick coated you between your legs. You looked up at her with a desperate whine,
mouth opening but failing to form a coherent thought; all you could mumble out were broken pleas, making her hum quietly.
"You poor thing," She sighed, reaching out to take you by the shoulders, "so desperate you can't even follow instructions. You need me so badly, don't you, baby?" You whimpered, moving bonelessly as she gently drew you forward, knees
scrambling to follow. Not without difficulty she managed to lay you down over her lap, the hard muscle of her thighs cradling the back of your head as you looked up at her hazily. Her hand smoothed over the crown of your head, drawing hair
away from your face.
Staring helplessly up at her gentle eyes, her warm gaze, the tantalizing sight of her chest rising and falling with steady breaths, you whispered, "Please, mama, can I...?"
Neytiri smiled. "Of course, baby. I know you need it."
God, how you needed her; brain clouding over, you craned your neck to reach her, her hand coming to hold you up. Pressing your lips against the divot of her sternum, you turned your wide eyes up to her, a whine coming out against her
warm, damp skin. She shushed you, again smoothing your hair. "Go on, now, sweet girl. Do as you're told, hm?"
Words rattling around your skull, you groaned against her, tongue dipping out to lap at the smoothness of her chest. She tasted of a clean nothing, the slight saltiness of sweat, the sweetness of the fragrant flowers used to construct her outfit.
Your lips traveled downwards, slowly, savoring every inch of skin, until finally you reached the softness of her breast. You let out a weak whimper as you laved over the peak of a delicate nipple, your hand coming to grab uselessly at her side.
The sound of Neytiri's gentle moan above you spurred you on, a painful heat coiling in your stomach as you began to messily suck at her.
"Such a good girl," Neytiri whispered, scratching over your scalp. You moaned against her, lips and tongue fumbling against her skin as your brain melted into a desperate puddle of pure arousal. She giggled when you began pawing at her
other breast, your eyes slipping closed at the sensation. "That's it, just like that. This is what you've been needing, isn't it, baby?"

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You nodded, lulled into a daze by the feeling of your mouth on her skin. Being able to taste her like this was both relaxing and maddening, soothing you and at the same time winding you up. You couldn't help your awkward squirming, trying
to keep your hips down as you pressed sloppy, mindless kisses against her breast. She let out an amused giggle, fingers wandering lightly over your stomach.
"Just like that, my girl..." Your head turned fuzzy with the praise, writhing under Neytiri's hand as she slowly trailed her fingers downwards. Your hips canted up without a thought, arching into her touch, your pitiful mewls smothered against
her chest as you continued mouthing at her. At the feeling of warm, slim fingers skirting the thin twine holding your loincloth in place, your eyes cracked open blearily, meeting Neytiri's affectionate gaze. She smiled, caressing your head with
her free hand as her other teasingly rubbed over your hipbone. Voice lilting, she cooed, "You need help here too, yes? So needy, won't stop squirming..."
You whined, the start of tears beginning to gather in the corners of your eyes purely from frustration. "Yes, yes, please—" You cut yourself off with a whimper, reattaching your lips to Neytiri's breast; you didn't know what you wanted, too
consumed with wanting everything. Your head swimming, you couldn't think of anything but her touching you and were unable to distinguish these thoughts, everything blending into an atonal, desperate mush. Again, Neytiri breathed out a
hushed laugh at your mindless babbling, sliding her hand towards your inner thigh.
You keened at the first brush of her fingers against your sensitive folds, already dampened with arousal that clung to her fingers. You hardly heard her small gasp over your own muffled whining. "Oh, poor baby. So worked up already!" She
sighed, turning her wrist so she could rub slow, languid circles over your swollen clit, making you twitch up into her hand. "There you go, mama's not going to deny you, okay? Make sure my baby feels good."
Her fingers made lewd sounds as she gently circled your clit, every now and then dipping her fingers to gather the slick coating your cunt and the insides of your thighs. You could do nothing but whine and writhe, hips stuttering at every firm
upstroke of her deft fingers. You were so wet it was hard for her to catch an angle that gave you any real friction, leaving you increasingly frustrated. In between wantonly sucking and licking at her breast, you whimpered, your empty head
grasping for anything to spur her on; "Mama please, please—I wanna—wanna cum so bad—"
"Shh, I know," Neytiri hushed you, her fingers picking up speed. She rubbed messily over your sensitive bud, sending sparks of heat up your spine. "I know you do, sweet girl. Mama is going to make you feel good."
"I—I want—mhm," Your eyes rolled as she hit a good spot, the knot in your stomach tightening, and she noticed the twist in your brow, your choked gasp against her chest. Eyes catching a devious glint, Neytiri kept up her pace, the swipe of
her calloused fingers unrelenting. Desperation clawing at your chest, you chased her hand frantically, fighting to keep your legs spread as the stimulation began to make your whole body tingle. You could feel it welling up in your throat, and
brain dull with need, all you could manage was to reach blindly for Neytiri's arm, resting your hand against her to feel the sinewy shift of the muscles in her forearm as her fingers worked you over messily. She chuckled.
"Good?"
"Mhm," You whimpered against her, hips jumping, "More—I want—want you inside me, please, mama, gotta have you." Tearful and whiny as it was, it was the most articulate you'd managed to be and Neytiri pitied you, eyes softening.
Laving kitten licks over her abused nipple in an attempt to appease her, you raised your hips, managing to sloppily grind yourself against her hand for a moment.
"Oh," She cooed, clicking her tongue, "Look at my baby taking charge. Using her words like a good girl. Let mama reward you, yes?" Your cunt clenched painfully around nothing, and you felt a wave of wetness slick your folds, sensitive and
near painful. You swallowed hard as Neytiri dragged her fingers down, being sure to collect your wetness as she smeared over your puffy folds. "Poor thing. Need me so badly..." She spoke so lowly it was as if she were talking to herself,
beginning to arch her back into your mouth as her hand moved lower. Fingers brushing over your throbbing entrance, she flicked her eyes to you, free hand idly scratching the nape of your neck. She whispered, "You want me here? Hm?"
"Yes, yes, please—need you so bad, mama, please." She glowed at your begging, tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip.
"Relax, baby." She exhaled slowly, eyes trailing back between your legs. "Let mama take care of you."
You squeezed your eyes shut against tears as she slid a finger into you, your throbbing pussy drawing her in desperately. A trail of saliva slid from your mouth and smeared over Neytiri's breast. You were unable to keep your lips closed, small
moans and mewls being pulled from your chest as Neytiri gently fucked her finger into you a few times before adding a second. The stretch was maddening, exactly what you needed. To feel so satisfied, so full, your soaked cunt so tight with
need you could feel yourself practically squeezing her fingers. Neytiri curled the pads of her fingers ever so slightly, hitting that soft, spongy spot that make you gasp and cry out, your hand clenching tighter over her arm.
She fucked you gently, methodically—despite your whining and crying she was steady, every so often her thumb coming to brush against your sensitive clit. You jerked and squirmed under her, mumbling, "Mama—mama, please, feels so
good—"
"I know, baby girl," She whispered, and you couldn't help the moan that bubbled from your chest. "Hm? That makes you feel good, does it?" You nodded frantically as she began fucking you with more earnest, now applying direct pressure to
your clit in hard circles that had your back pulled taut like the very bowstring that mocked you. "Yes, that's it. Taking mama's fingers so well, my good girl. Being so good for mama."
The praise had your head swimming, murmuring stupidly and canting your hips wantonly to meet her hand on every stroke, the press of her thumb on your clit shocking tears into your eyes. You managed to peel them open just enough to look
up yo Neytiri's face, to see her bottom lip gently clenched between her teeth as she watched her fingers fuck into your dripping cunt.
The sight was all you needed, the haze in her eyes showing she wanted you like this, and your pleads grew in number and volume until you were sobbing against her, whispering a running stream of nonsense; "Fuck, yes, I need—please,
Mama, I wanna cum. Wanna cum so bad—want you..."
That plush bottom lip curled into the barest bones of a smirk, Neytiri's eyes lidded and yet sharp on the sight of your cunt drawing her in. You felt the muscles of her forearm tense just before she suddenly curled her fingers again, hard.
She murmured adoringly, "That's mama's good girl. Cum on mama's hand for me, okay?"
With a weak, tearful whimper torn from your throat, you gushed over her fingers, your puffy walls spasming hard against her. She didn't let up as your orgasm tore through you, continuing to rub harsh circles over your clit that had your breath
hitching, catching in your throat as waves of arousal coursed through you, making your hips and thighs shiver. You couldn't stop yourself from shaking, legs tensing and clenching around Neytiri's arm, and she soothed you through it, petting
your hair and cooing softly, "What a good girl I have... mama's so lucky to have you, baby. So pretty on my fingers."
Her unrelenting attention on your clit still had you trembling with aftershocks, hips giving aborted little thrusts as you finally began to come down. Neytiri gently withdrew her fingers, smiling apologetically when you whined at the loss. "I
know, baby. Did so good for mama, did just what I asked. I'm so proud of you." You hardly heard her, head swimming, but the praise still fell warm on your shoulders, and you blinked up at her with a hazy smile that made her laugh.
She chuckled, "You needed me that badly, hm?" With a low hum, she brought her hand away from your still-weeping cunt and up to your mouth, eyelashes fanning over her cheeks. "Clean mama up, baby. Made a big mess."
You nodded weakly, mouth falling open for her long fingers. The taste of yourself on her skin made your thighs tingle again, a weak throb in your spent, swollen pussy that made you flinch more than anything. Neytiri watched keenly as you
moaned around her fingers, tongue dipping between the digits to lap up every bit of your own wetness. You let out a small noise of surprise when she ran the pads of her fingers over your tongue, shallowly fucking into your mouth, but you
had no brain to do anything about it. Obediently, you laid your tongue flat, allowing Neytiri to run her fingers along its softness, against your cheeks, the insides of your teeth. She let out a soft moan of her own that had you pressing your legs
together, sticky with your own fluid.
She pulled away after a moment, drawing her fingers from your mouth to trail them over your bottom lip. "That's enough, baby." She smoothed the pads of her fingers over your wet lip and your eyes couldn't leave her face, struck by how
critically she watched your mouth. Smiling when you dipped your tongue out to lick softly at her fingers again, she chastised lightly, "Mm-mm, baby. Don't be greedy."
You relented with a whine, swallowing the pooled saliva under your tongue as Neytiri pulled away. You pressed a final cursory kiss, the last she would allow you, against her nipple and she sighed, oversensitive. "You did so good, baby. So
good for me."
"Thank you, mama," You whispered into her chest, curling over her lap. The light through the canopy dappled her face with soft little sunspots, and it made you feel safe and warm. Your undoubtedly fucked-out expression made Neytiri
giggle, reaching both hands down to smooth the hair away from your face, and circling to hold your shoulders.
She cooed, "Of course, my girl. You needed to be rewarded. You deserve it."
"Thank you..."
"Rest, baby girl." She leaned down, your eyes slipping closed again when she pressed a loving kiss to your forehead. "Mama's right here."
Macto
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Upon ariving, Jake's family had been given the cold shoulder from everyone in the Metkayina clan.
Until nightfall.
"Toruk Macto, follow me" Tonowari, the Olo'eyktan of the Metkayina clan, extended his arm out for Jake.
"Daddy?" Tuktirey rubbed her eye, forcing herself to wake up beside her father.
"Come with your mate to the reef. Me and Ronal will be waiting for you" He said, leaving before Jake could get even a word in.
He stared at the path Tonowari disappeared in.
Fucking hell, it's cheating to want that ass, right? Jake thought, as if Tonowari wouldn't make him lose the ability to walk even in this body.
Jake turned around to face Neytiri after comforting Tuk back to a sound sleep.
"Neytiri, Tonowari wants us to go with him to the reef" He repeatedly pushed on her shoulder to rock her awake.
"What? Why?" Neytiri asked, sitting up carefully to not wake the children sleeping with them.
Jake shrugged in reply, standing and lending a hand to Neytiri.
"Let's check it out" he said, leaving their hut first.
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Jesus christ, dear Eywa it was a miracle Jake hadn't feinted into Neytiri's arms at the mere sight of the other couple.
"You've decided to join us. Good" Ronal spoke first, her turquoise skin glistened under the moonlit night.
"Splendid indeed. Neytiri, I assume you are aware of our traditions?" Tonowari stood.
Jake's eyes rolled to the back of his head and his mouth hung agape in a silent moan, a beg and once he regained control; sent a pleading look at Neytiri, asking her for permission.
"I apologize, I am not aware of the traditions with the Metkayina" Neytiri bowed in respect.
"It's alright. Jake Sully, Neytiri, will you do me and my mate the honor of creating a bond?" Tonowari held out his hand.
Jake had no idea what he said but if it meant being able to hold That man's arm then a thousand times, yes.
"Then allow me to pleasure your mate" Ronal chimed in the conversation, walking over to Neytiri.
Only then did the female forest Na'vi seem to grasp the situation. Neytiri's eyes widened and relaxed in a milisecond.
"And your mate will pleasure mine?" She asked, a sly smile presenting itself on her face as Ronal danced around her, arms circling around Neytiri's shoulders before caressing downwards. Feeling her breasts under the leaves Na'vi used as
clothing.
"Yes" Tonowari answered for Ronal.
Wait, what?
"Wait what?" Jake said his thoughts aloud.
"Come into the water" He was already being pulled into an embrace. His loincloth became wet because of the ocean.
"Neytiri?" He tried to look at her direction only to be fiercly pulled into a kiss.
"They will do things differently. We will enjoy ourselves here. Will you allow it?" Tonowari's fingers were already pulling on the string that tied his loincloth.
"Yeah" Jake's cock twitched and grew erect under his heated touch.
"Perfect" And was pulled into another wet kiss.
Jake's hands flew up to Tonowari's hair, gripping it and he moved his body closer to the other man when he no longer felt the cloth around his hips, only the Olo'eyktans thick palm.
"How long have you and Neytiri been mated?" Tonowari asked, his hands slid from his waist up to his chest, teasing Jake's perking Nipples.
"I–uh, wha–huh?" Desire filled Jake's mind, turning it into nothing but mush. Makong him practically putty in Tonowari's strong, pleasurable embrace.
The response earned him a low chuckle and a light nibble on his Jake's earlobe.
"Worry not, your mate will be taken care of. As will mine" He reassured, thinking Jake still had his mind on Neytiri.
As much as I love her, please fuck me. Were Jake's actual thoughts.
Though before going any further, the warm touch left Jake's body.
"What?" He asked in an instant.
A smile was given to him, "come" Tonowari took Jake's hand, intertwining their fingers to lead him deeper in the reef, further from the shore.
Jake looked back at the sand then at Tonowari in confusion.
"Now is the perfect time to teach you how to hold your breath, Jake Sully" The Olo'eyktan said. Placing his firm hand back on Jake's chest. But for less erotic reasons while his other hand pressed against Jake's stomach.

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It took most of his control not to click his tongue in utter annoyance. Tonowari might see it as a sign of disrespect and stop everything before anything even began.
"Rest assured, I will ravish you as a reward" the promise left Tonowari's mouth and it made Jake melt. He closed his eyes. Envisioning, imagining until he was abruptly pulled from them by the painful pinch on his nipple.
"But first, pay attention" Tonowari said.
Jake wasn't able to surpress the whine, getting a fond roll of the eyes from the other.
"Breath from your stomach, pull the breath up for eight seconds, hold it for five then slowly exhale." Jake followed at instructed, eager to please.
"Good boy" Jake's hardened cock twitched under the praise and Tonowari noticed, of course. Without his loincloth, every bit of Jake was exposed for the Na'vi's soft yet wanting gaze.
"Good boy" Tonowari said again, in a more seductive tone than his playful one earlier.
"Fuck, please" Jake unabashedly begged. His mouth went dry at the same time watered once Tonowari's fingers combed through Jake's hair. Taking a fistfull of it and pushing him down, rougher than expected and his knees hit the pebbles
underneath.
"As promised" Jake realized he was face-to-face with a fully erect cock. Already slick from the water.
He took it in his hands, the hand gripping his hair tightened, hurting his scalp but sending a bite of masochistic desire up his spine.
Because Tonowari was... bigger–obviously expected–Jake had to swirl his tongue at the tip while his hands pumped the base, hollowing his cheeks.
"Good boy, good boy" the sharp inhale after those words were a good sign. It told Jake he was doing a pleasant job in pleasuring Tonowari.
"Try, take it in your mouth, down your throat then I'll do the rest" he was gonna fuck Jake's throat.
Pure desire filled Jake to the brim and his lips tried, stretching to fit the impressive girth of Tonowari's cock.
If it was already this difficult to fit in his mouth, how's it going in his ass? Jake thought, distracting him from the noticeable burn of how Tonowari's dick hit the back of his throat, finally.
Jake gagged when his hair was pulled then his head was pushed, sinking Tonowari's cock deeper then repeated.
Jake was convinced he was going to see Eywa soon. It's either, he was already in heaven or Tonowari's going to fuck him so hard, he'll die.
"Tonowari" Jake snapped his eyes open, when had he closed them? 
Jake struggled to breathe when Tonowari's hand kept pushing on the back of his head while he tried to push away.
"Calm yourself, Jake" the man's deep voice echoed in his head.
"Shh, shh" he combed through his hair to relax him.
Jake forgot where he was again, the headspace returning and he concentrated on breathing through his nose.
"Good boy" Tonowari sounded further away now, comfortably so.
He let Jake have his fun and kept combing through the strands of his hair as he began to speak to his mate and her partner.
"Ronal" He greeted.
"I see he is enjoying you, Tonowari" the pregnant Tsahik kneeled on the seabed behind Jake, moving to touch his back until Neytiri called out to her.
"Ronal, he is in a headspace"
"A what?" Ronal and Tonowari asked, Tonowari worriedly glanced at Jake, now wondering why he panicked when his mate returned.
"A headpace. It is when his mind is no longer fully there, as if he's in a dream-like state" Neytiri explained.
"And he is fine?" Tonowari eased his pace on Jake's throat.
"Yes. He needs care afterwards. To pull him out of it" She went beside Ronal, her tail clung to the other's.
With that information in mind, Tonowari brought his other hand up to Jake's face, caressing his cheek while Ronal pressed her breasts on his back to hug him.
"Ma Jake, let us pleasure you" Neytiri sat by his side, watching him as droplets of water cascaded down his torso and hair.
"May I?" Ronal asked Neytiri for permission, to which she granted.
Tonowari pulled Jake completely off his cock, and switched places with his mate for her to stand in frint of Jake with her legs slightly parted.
Her index and middle finger stretched the sides of her cunt, giving room for Jake's eager tongue.
"Mngh..." Jake moaned at the taste of Ronal.
This time, his eyes stayed open. Ronal was much rougher on pulling at his hair than Tonowari.
Saliva ran down his chin as Jake sucked on her clit, making Ronal jerk and moan loudly.
Because of her and Neytiri's time together, she had to tap Jake's face, indicating he should stop.
The man looked at her with concern in his gaze, "I am still sensitive, your mate enjoyed me earlier" Ronal reassured.
Jake turned to look at Neytiri.
"I am good at what I do" she smiled slyly, walking towards him to pat his head.
"Do you wish to continue?" Tonowari spoke, ciring his muscular arms around Jake's waist, pulling him in for a hug from behind.
"Yeah, please" Jake's legs parted, presenting his erection to their mates.
"Good boy" Tonowari repeated the praise.
Neytiri was first to hold him. Reaching out to tease and pinch at his nipples.
Jake winced at the bites, they were deep enough to leave marks but not make him bleed. His hands scrambled for purchase behind him, grabbing onto Tonowari's broad shoulders.
"Lift your hips" Ronal said in an assertive tone.
Jake did as told, lifting his hips slightly. He was meant to ask why until her middle finger entered his hole, making him squirm under the touch and attention of all three of them.
"Are you enjoying?" Tonowari asked him.
"Ah, fuck! Ah!" Jake gave him no deirect reply. Though his sounds of pleasure definitely served as an answer.
Ronal massaged his inner walls with her fingers before slipping in a third, then a fourth and she curled her fingers inwards, making a fist.
"F-fuck!" Jake threw his head back and bucked his hips when she started to fist him.
Neytiri gave one last pull on his nipple before taking his face in her hands and kissed him roughly.
Jake made a high pitched whine as his body began to feel overstimulated from all the hands on him.
Tonowari's hands pushing on his pelvis, Neytiri prepping kisses all over his face and Ronal's fist thrusting inside of him.
"Fuck! Oh my god, oh–I'm gonna cum, Neytiri! I- I'm gonna cum, fuck! I–no!" Jake choked on a sob when Ronal pulled her hand out, leaving his hole pulsing, sucking in what wasn't there anymore. Forcing him to come down from the climax
he was unable to reach
"Why?" Tears of frustration dripped from Jake's eyes as he whimpered from the loss.
"I am the one pleasuring you and yet you don't call out my name. I don't believe you deserve to cum" Ronal said, glaring at him with no true hate.
"Call my mate's name, Jake" Tonowari kissed his cheek, licking at his earlobe next.
"Say her name, ma Jake" Neytiri encouraged.
"I–I don't–can't! Help, Neytiri, help" Jake let out shattered breaths, struggling to find the words his mind won't allow him to say.
"Shh, calm yourself, ma Jake." Neytiri comforted, brushing his hair with her fingers.
"Calm yourself" she repeated.
"What is her name, Jake?" Tonowari asked, supporting Neytiri while Ronal waited patiently.
"I–Ronal! Ronal, Ronal, Ronal! Please! Ronal!" Jake finally remembered, chanting her name out, begging for release.
"Good boy" said woman brought her hand back, this time on Jake's cock. 
"Tonowari, here" Neytiri brought her hands to Jake's hips, lifting him up steadily so he could lean on her while Ronal doesn't leave her place, pulling His cock's foreskin back to expose the head, licking and sucking at it while her hands
worked on his balls, carefully playing with them.
"Ronal, please! Fu–fuck..." Jake exhaled sharply.
Ronal and Neytiri were surprised the loud shout Jake elicited, so loud it may have woken up a few villagers. 
Tonowari had pushed his cock inside his entrance, now lose from the stretching Ronal had done to it.
Inch ny inch, Jake felt its girth and length fill him to the brim, feeling it in his stomach almost.
No doubt there was a buldge on it. With the way Neytiri gasped and pressed a hand on his pelvis, feeling the slide of it inside of Jake.
Ronal let go of Jake's cock, opting to watch since she and Neytiri already had their fun.
"Oh my god... please" Jake's voice turned higher, smaller as Tonowari used his ass. Moving him instead if his own hips like Jake was nothing but a fleshlight to Tonowari.
"My mate is good, is he not?" Ronal smiled.
"And mine is amazing" Neytiri said proudly.
Jake's ignored dick stood hard, throbbing and twitching while his ass was practically pounded by the Metcayina's Olo'eyktan.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck" Jake cried out at each thrust.
His orgasm kept building up, Tonowari felt the warmth around his cock clench, pulling him in deeper as he abused Jake's prostate.
Jake's back arched, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head while Neytiri observed. Staring at her mate's expressions with her legs spread for Ronal's fingers to push against her folds, flicking at her clit just as Neytiri did for her.
With one last powerful thrust, warmth erupted into Jake. Tonowari's cum filled him to the point of dripping out of his ass and into the ocean water.
"Holy–fuck! Yes!" Jake saw stars and his vison blured, his muscles tensed and spasmed while Tonowari was milking every last drop of his cum from him.
Tonowari's hips stuttered during the aftershocks, riding it out and Jake rolled his hips the best he could before a pair of arms wrapped around his hips again, supporting his weight.
"That was incredible, ma Jake" Neytiri stood on wobbly legs because Ronal managed to pull an orgasm from him for the second time tonight and walked towards her mate to praise him more.
"Yes, Jake. That was incredible" Tonowari let out ragged breaths, leaning his chin down on Jake's shoulder. Speaking right into his ear.
"Tonowari, Ronal... Neytiri" Jake said in between heaving exhales.
Ronal gave him a proud smile, squeazing his pec just to tease him.
***
Jake slept soundly even with his sore ass that night. They decided against spending the rest of the night with their children in case their sensitive noses picked up their scent. Especially their older ones that would know exactly what they had
done.
So they opted to sleep with the Olo'eyktan and Tsahik, taking an empty hut. Not thinking of tomorrow.
"Daddy?!" Until the cry of Tuktirey awoke them all.
"Shit!" Jake shot up and he realized just how much his ass hurt.
"Shit!" He cursed again.
"Careful, Jake" Ronal sat up next to him.
"Fuck, I can't walk" He said, pressing a hand on the small of his back as it ached.
"I will go to them, you need to rest" Neytiri spoke up, about to leave when Tonowari grabbed her hand.
"You are not clothed yet" He handed them to her.

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"Tuk" Neytiry called out.
"Mom! Where's dad?" Nateyam asked instead of the daughter she'd called.
"He is with the Olo'eyktan" She half-lied.
"Where have you been?" Lo'ak asked, keeping his distance. Oh no.
"Neytiri! C'mon, Tonowari needs to continue the meeting" Neytiri heard the call of her mate.
She whipped her head around, surprised only to find Ronal subtly holding onto Jake. Making sure he doesn't fall over or make his limp too noticeable.
"Yes" Neytiri nodded.
"Gross" She heard Kiri say behind her while Jake snickered as Nateyam and Lo'ak took a few steps back.
Innocently, Tuk followed them, thinking they were playing a game.
Just when Tonowari's children came up from the side.
"Mom? Where's dad?" Tsireya asked.
"Holding a very important meeting" Ronal answered quickly.
"Oh, We need to ask him–Aonung?" 
Anonung held onto Tsireya's arm.
"Let's go" He cringed as the scent filled his nose.
"Are we getting a sibling?" They heard Lo'ak ask.
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Jake enjoyed the company of himself, kicking his legs in the sea. Until now, knowing that he could walk, run, sprint and do whatever he used to do before his accident was still unusual to him. It wasn't something you'd ever forget about.
"Toruk Macto" A deep voice greeted him from behind.
He turned to face the Metkayina's Olo'eyktan. "You can call me Jake" He said.
"Yes, of course" Tonowari sat himself down beside Jake, accompanying him under the stars with half their bodies in the glowing water.
"Is there a problem?" He asked Jake, laying a hand on his shoulder.
"No" Jake said, playing it cool even while his mind was running at a pace his emotions couldn't follow.
"I am a father too, Jake. If you need to talk, do so" Tonowari adviced with a soft, welcoming smile.
Jake glanced at him. The surroundings were so peaceful and the man beside him was calm and gentle, it gave him comfort.
He released a breath that was stuck in his throat before speaking.
"It's stressful. Having to carry this pressure, I'm not even a full Na'vi. I–I used to be part of the sky people. I was fitting in with the Omaticaya and suddenly we had to move becauss of some jackass" Jake pulled his knees out of the water and
closer to his chest, wrapping his arms around them to hug himself.
Tonowari was reminded of his daughter, Tsireya. She would openly show her positive emotions while it's more difficult to get her to open up about the negativity in her heart.
"I suppose you are talking about the sky person that burned your hometree?" Tonowari guessed that was who the "jackass" was.
"Quaritch, yeah" Jake sighed.
Tonowari's gaze saddened. Losing his home, rebuilding it only to be forced out.
"I will ensure your family here is protected and accepted" Tonowari moved closer to hom, their hips almost touching.
"Thank you"
"You are Metkayina now and forever will be, Jake" Tonowari said.
Jake turned his head to face tha Na'vi, their faces inches apart.
 
"Ronal went to your mate, she is experiencing the same feeling. Do not be afraid" The words made Jake think.
Don't be afraid as in... It's okay?
Tonowari hooked Jake's chin on his finger, tilting his head up because Tonowari was still taller than him when sitting.
"It's okay?" Jake found himself asking.
"Yes" With that, Tonowari closed the distance between them.
Jake followed his body, reaching a hand up to Tonowari's nape, pulling him in closer then feeling a firm arm wrap itself around his lower back while the weight of Tonowari pushed him down onto the sand.
Jake laid pinned below the man on top of him.
Holy shit Jake's thoughts trembled at the man's stare, at his physique, at his deep, smooth voice.
He hid his face in the crook of Tonowari's neck and whispered. "Promise this is okay?" Feeling small in his presence, in the way he was being held and pressed against the Na'vi's front.
Tonowari was about to reply when their mates walked into the scene.
"Ma Jake" Neytiri called out to him.
He wanted to move away from Tonowari once his eyes met Ronal's fierce glance.
"Neytiri, how are you?" Tonowari asked, completely unbothered by his position unlike Jake.
"I am better now thanks to Ronal" She replied.
 
"I see he is better as well" the Metkayina Tsahik stated, pertaining to Jake.
"Ah, yeah" Jake blushed at becoming the center of attention.
"Would you like to stay?" Tonowari suggested.
"Neytiri" Jake whined her name in embarassment.
"I will return" Ronal said, already moving to walk away.
"Jake, I will also go home" their children were still waiting.
"Yeah, I'll... uh, I'll stay here" Jake tapped Tonowari's back, now realizing how weird that action was.
"Enjoy yourself, my mate" Tonowari nodded at Ronal, as did she to him.
As soon as Neytiri turned her back on them, Jake had his hands circled arouns Tonowari's neck.
He wasn't strong enough to push the man down so he pulled him down, closer to him. Their chests touching already.
"Oh, you're so big" Jake groaned at the sight of him.
His muscular arms, his toned abdomen. His broad back, fuck!
"Then you will be most pleased" did that do wonders to Jake's already rising cock? Hell yeah.
Tonowari sat up, bringing Jake with him unintentionally because of Jake's arms still around his neck. He let out a breathy laugh as Jake unbashedly humped his thigh, straddling. Impatient and desiring more than what's being given to him.
"Take this off" Tonowari pinched the edge of Jake's loincloth, about to lift it up.
"Wait!" His hands flew down to it, keeping it attatched to him, covering a less than pleasing sight.
"There is no need to be embarrassed, Jake" Tonowari comforted.
"No, it's not that. I–uhm... I'm–" Tonowari used little of his strength to pry Jake's hands away to pushed the loincloth to the side, exposing him.
Heat rushed to Jake's face in shame. Tonowari probably had high expectations, just as Neytiri had.
Then he'll start giving him looks that made him uncomfortable, just as Neytiri had.
"There is nothing to be ashamed of" Tonowari caressed Jake's cheek.
Just as Neytiri had.
But... It's... smaller..." Jake curled his fingers into a fist.
"That is alright" Tonowari reassured, already taking Jake into his hand to stroke it to full hardness.
Moans were pulled from Jake, becoming more high-pitched each time Tonowari's teased his tip and rubbed at his base.
"Jake, did you know Na'vi men are able to lactate?" He heard Tonowari ask, his voice was quiet and almost unheard from all the noises Jaks was elciting.
 
"Ah!–huh?" Jake stopped to pay attention because what the fuck?
"My mate still doubts you. Perhaps we can prove it to her, that you are a true Na'vi?" Tonowari suggested.
"Fuck, you–you're gonna, fuck..." Jake imagined it.
His nipples full and sore with milk that can feed the young, fucked into him by Tonowari. A powerful–the powerful–Metkayina Olo'eyktan.
"Did you envision it? I, a mere leader. Becoming the reason of Toruk Macto's body working in ways sky people would never grasp" Looks like both of them had a power kink.
"Oh my, fuck! Please!" Jake openly sobbed, drooling at the thought and at the feel of Tonowari still pumping his cock.
"How? How will you..." Jake began to ask, his words trailing off.
"How will I what, Jake?" Tonowari leaned closer to him, their lips almost meeting once again.
"How will you..." Jake searched Tonowari's face and body. Trying to phrase his question.
"How will I make you lactate?"
He nods.
"By fucking you till you can no longer walk, until you feel your belly expand with my cum. Toruk Macto" Jake couldn't believe his ears at that point, Tonowari was saying such crude terms in his presence.
"Fucking hell, please, sir!" Jake tried the name, it added to their arousal.
He felt his hole clench around nothing, what he'd said left a wanting in his tongue.
"Repeat" Tonowari comanded him.
"Sir" without hesitation, Jake had pleaded.
He realized he was being turned around. His back pushed onto the sand while his ass was pulled up.
"Again"
"Sir"
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"Sir"
"Jake."
"Sir! Please! Please!" And the warmth erupt in his belly, he felt the tip of Tonowari's dick breach his rim.
His ass was slick with water, Tonowari didn't need to stretch him beforehand. The burning sendation in his hole gave him pleasure, a desire he thought he would only ever feel for Neytiri.
Jake lay on all fours before him, Tonowari was standing. The perfect height for his cock to thrust hard into Jake's ass.
He threw his head back, eyed rolled into his head as it immediately hit his prostate, their moans and groans grew louder.
Tonowari kissed him, swallowing Jake's every erotic sound. Jake held onto the hand on his waist, gripping it until the preassure leaves bruises.
Bruises that would symbolize who he belonged to.
"Let me see you, Jake" He was turned around with little effort, His back hit the sand and immediately, the cock that ledt him slipped right back in, hitting his prostate as if Tonowari had memorozed his body instantly.
"Please, please! Sir!" Jake begged him, he reached to grasp Tonowari's bicep, feeling the muscle there.
God this man could crush him!
"Jake" he heard the man call out.
Jake snapped his eyes open, forgetting when he had closed them.
"Look" Tonowari took Jake's left pec in hand, squeazing. A trickle of white left his nipple.
"Oh my god" Jake laughed aloud, turning it into a gasped moan as Tonowari's head ducked down.
Tonowari's tongue circled Jake's nipple. A string of saliva and milk connected his lips to it when he pulled away to continue his actions on the other. All the while he pounded his dick inside Jake.
The man below Tonowari had his mouth open in a silent scream, overstimulated.
"Please!" Jake's hands moved from Tonowari's biceps to his hair, crumpling the braided strands in a fist. Bringing his face back to his chest to pleasure him there.
He felt the heat in his abdomen tighten, Jake's cock twitched at each hard thrust. His hole clenched around Tonowari, keeping him inside.
Tonowari watches Jake's heated expression as he cums all over both their stomachs. He cooed praises at him as his mind floated about. Calming his mind with sweet nothingness until Jake's cries lessened, he gave a whimper when Tonowari
rode out his orgasm too far.
Jake's legs were convulsing by the time Tonowari pulled out, his hole overflowed with cum, leaking out of him.
Tonowari scooped what let out to push it back it, claiming Jake's ass as his, all his.
"Do you wish to show this to our mates?" Tonowari asked, Jake felt the hot breath on him.
"Come" He was suddenly brought up on his wobbling legs.
"Wait!" Almost right after he managed to stand, his knees gave in and he fell back on the ground. If it weren't for Tonowari holding him up by the waist, Jake would've hit his head on a nearby rock.
"Slowly, Jake. Up" Tonowari didn't let go of Jake's waist, supporting most of his weight.
Milk streamed from his nipples, having been stimulated by Tonowari's sucking on them.
"How will we hide this? What if someone sees?" Jake asked the Na'vi who towered over him.
"I am Olo'eyktan, Jake. If my people see, who will they tell?" The use of his power over the Metkayina stirred something in Jake.
And his still exposed cock gave another twitch, a drop of pre-cum falling from the tip and ran along his thighs.
***
Tonowari decided it was best to carry Jake than allow him to walk and eventually hurt himself. His weak legs and overstimulated self would distract him.
"Ronal, Neytiri" Tonowari called their names with Jake still in his arms.
"And I thought you would not overdo it" Ronal sighed, allowing a smal and fond smile to escape.
"Ma Jake, are you al-oh" Neytiri's small gasp made them realize Jake was already sound asleep.
Tonowari chuckled as Ronal stepped closer to comb through Jake's hair.
Neytiri was already taking advantage of Jake's new ability, lapping her tongue at the milk that dripped down his chest.
Ronal gave a look at Tonowari, who returned it with a brilliant smile.
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Asleep in the hut together, Tonowari was first to wake. The duty of an Olo'eyktan begins early. Jake pillowed his head on his chest, tickling Tonowari slightly with his breath.
Carefully, he positioned Jake so he laid in between their women. Unfortunately, Tonowari had accidentaly nudged him awake.
"Jake, I apologize" Tonowari said.
"No, 's okay. I wanna get up now too-ah" Jake felt the soreness of his pecs.
There were bites around both his nipples, the teeth markings were Neytiri's. They were red and swollen, causing him to wince when he experimented a touch.
"And for that" Tonowari reached out to comfort him.
"Nah, I can tell this is my mate's fault" he poked Neytiri's side hard, tickling her awake.
"What?" Was what she asked first, staring confused at the men sitting before her.
Jake raised a brow, pointing at his sore pecs and she had the audacity to side glance away.
"Oi" Jake called.
"I could not resist, my mate" her explanation lacked the apology but Jake didn't mind anymore. Knowing she'd never actually give him one.
Tonowari watched fondly their interaction, glancing at the sleeping form of Ronal, pregnancy was glorious on her body. He then turned back to Neytiri and Jake.
There was a question plaguing since from last night.
Outside on the beach as their partners slept, Tonowari and Ronal discussed what had been eating them up.
They've thought of this days before pleasuring each other. To take Jake and Neytiri as their mates.
Tonowari saw Ronal stir awake, almost rolling onto her side too much until she opened her eyes.
Neytiri went next to her, helping Ronal sit up while Jake hugged his knees close to his chest, though not touching.
"Come, I'd like to speak after we eat" Tonowari stood first, assisting Jake.
"I'm gonna need a top or somsthing" Jake hissed as the cold air hit his sensitive nipples.
"I'm sorry, ma Jake" Neytiri apologized and was side-hugged by him in acceptance.
***
They gathered along with their children to eat and to say it was awkward is an understatement.
It was almost like a full-on staring contest, hardly their breathing were heard. Only Tuk and Tsireya seemed to be unaware of the tension around them.
"Jake, Neytiri" Tonowari began, hesitant.
They turned their attention to him.
"I and Ronal have been discussing of a... partnership" Ronal nudged the side of Tonowari, interupting him.
Their children's heads perked up in interest.
"Partnership?" Neytiri asked.
"Would you do a great honor of becoming our mates?" 
Nateyam had stopped mid-chew, Lo'ak spat out his food, Tsireya audibly gasped while Ao'nung froze completely.
Tuk glanced between the parents, surprised and curious with Kiri rolling her eyes beside her.
The necklace Tonowari lent Jake shook in it's place when Jake abruptly stood to walk, drunk-like.
"Ma Jake" Neytiri moved next.
"Jake, I would accept any answer you give us, I will respect your decission either wa-" Tonowari was quickly silences by a kiss.
Jake's tongue glided alomg his lower lip, the mere shock of his reaction caused Tonowari to lose his footing and fall flat on his back with Jake on top of him, stradling Tonowari.
Ronal reached her hand towaeds Tuk's face, covering her eyes and shielding the child to the scene.
"Dad? Dad!" Ao'nung near screamed. Disgust and pure terror showed on his expression.
Tonowari snapped out of whatever trance he was that made him think it was only him and Jake on the sand.
He pushed the other off of him not too roughly.
"Ronal?" Neytiri asked the tsahik.
"What Tonowari says is true. We hope for your answer, and threacceptance of all our children" Ronal gestured to them, meal long forgotten.
"Uh–when did this even begin?" Nateyam tredged the topic carefully.
For an unknown reason, their parents stilled and tensed.
"Oh my god" Kiri face-palmed in realization.
Jake awkwardly cleared his throat, and looked at Tonowari for some sort of advice.
Nateyam, being more of a peace maker, tried to make light of the situation.
"If it's any help, I accept you" 
Then came the reply of Ao'nung. "I don't care what you do" he glanced at his mother.
"Does that mean I have more sibling?" Tuk smiled and Kiri, for once, beamed with joy.
"Tsireya's my sister now?"
"Shit. Fish lip's my brother?" Lo'ak noted.
Jake smiled at his growing family, the family he'll do anything to protect. This time, he and Neytiri would be able to carry the weight of it with their new mates.
The necklace around his neck, covering parts of his chest moved ever so slightly.
But it was enough for most of their kids, save Tuk, to make their disgust verbal.
"Ew! Dad!" Nateyam near screamed, rushing to cover his eyes at the sight.
"Blame your mother" Jake openly glared at Neytiri.

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Only now did the memories of when he was half-asleep replay in his head. The night he lactated because of Tonowari.
Ronal had her fair share of Jake to enjoy, apparently.
***
Tonowari decided it was best to carry Jake than allow him to walk and eventually hurt himself. His weak legs and overstimulated self would distract him.
"Ronal, Neytiri" Tonowari called their names with Jake still in his arms.
"And I thought you would not overdo it" Ronal sighed, allowing a smal and fond smile to escape.
"Ma Jake, are you al-oh" Neytiri's small gasp made them realize Jake was already sound asleep.
Tonowari chuckled as Ronal stepped closer to comb through Jake's hair.
Neytiri was already taking advantage of Jake's new ability, lapping her tongue at the milk that dripped down his chest.
Ronal gave a look at Tonowari, who returned it with a brilliant smile.
Jake squirmed in Tonowari's arms. Neytiri woke the reactions of his body, Ronal saw how his unclothed cock became erect.
She decuded to join in on Neytiri's fun, claiming his right nipple.
The position that the women were in made it difficult for Tonowari to carry Jake, although he refused to say anything because he knew they would berate him aboit spoiling their fun.
He settled them down on the weaved mat, rearranging Jake, his back pressed on his torso.
Neytiri took her time in allpwing her hands to explore the expanse of Jake's naked body, feeling him where she could and couldn't see.
Ronal smiled through her open mouth, tongue sticking out as she took hold of Jake's pecs, squeazing whatever milk would come out and squirt right into her mouth, dripping down her chin.
Tonowari urged his body to calm, he'd just fucked Jake and now was the time for their mates to enjoy.
"Tonowari, do not struggle. Here" Neytiri was who reached behind Jake to wrap her four fingered hand around Tonowari's cock.
She pushed Jake aside, closer to Ronal so she could rub against Tonowari.
"Wake up, Jake Sully" Ronal patted his face, attempting to wake him.
He moaned in unknown arousal.
"Wake up" Ronal pinched his nipple in between her fingers, surprising him awake even through his eyes were still droopy.
"Enjoy this with me" she placed herself on his lap, grinding against his erect cock, her clit grinded the sides of Jake's dick, pleasuring them both greatly.
"Let me taste you" a phrase mostly said ny men, was heard in Ronal's voice.
Jake couldn't string his words together and just moaned at every stimulating thibg Ronal did to him.
She centered her attention back on his chest, his nipples, the way they perked up. How they dripped with white frpm the milk, one small squeaze made it overflow.
She glided her tongue up his stomach where the milk ended its stream, until his nipple.
She closed her lips around it, suckong feverently at it. Tasting every drop, every spurt of milk from him.
Her milk and his held no difference, but to Ronal. It was Jake's that was better, much better.
Because she gets to drink it.
Ronal stood from where she sat, moving to sit on the mat instead as Jake's ass was lifted. His back arched as a hand placed itself on his lower back.
"Present, ma Jake" Neytiri's voice echoed in his head.
The women in front and behind him dominated Jake in the sweetest, more erotic sense. And Tonowari was there to happily watch, staring intently at how everything plaued before him.
His own cock in hand, stroking and jerking.
Neytiri spread his ass cheeks, licking a stripe on his hole.
With both halfs of his body being pleasured, Jake didn't know what to do. He felt overstimilated in numerous ways, he wasn't even fully there anymore.
His thoughts floated about and his vision turned hazy.
Jake could hear comforting voices around him, calming him, caring for him.
Tears wet his eyes and he let out a frustrated groan.
"What's wrong, Jake?" Ronal asked first, taking his face in her hands. Looking for any sign of physical discomfort.
"Please" Jake managed.
Ronal's expression softed in realization.
She and Neytiri shared gazes, nodding at each other in silent agreement.
Neytiri motioned for Tonowari to come closer and once he did, she held his cock, pulling his entire body to Jake. Forcing his dick into Jake's waiting, twitching ass. Just as he wanted.
She rushed to Ronal's side so they could both watch Jake's face contort into pleasure, his entire chest was covered in milk now from their previous actions.
Each thrust Tonowari made resounded across the hut, the silence of the night was now interupted by the loud slapping of skin, Jake's constant moans and Tonowari's more quiet groans.
He reached for the base of jake's braid. Pulling at it to make Jake toss his head back, his neck now exposed to both Neytiri and Ronal to lick and bite along.
"Ah! Please! A-ah!, fuck, fu-fuck! Ah–hah, ah!" Tonowari pounded into Jake until those were the only things he could say.
English and na'vi mixed on his tongue, only Neytiri could pick up everything he was saying but the Metkayina's enjoyed every bit of his voice changing in pitch.
High, low, voice cracking. Everything, they enjoyed it all.
Im glad to be here
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Soft snores could be heard from you as you slept peacefully next to one of your mates. The sun got brighter and a few rays of sunshine hit your face, making you frown a bit and finally opening your eyes. You sat on the hammock and yawned.
Looking next to you, you saw your mate, Neytitri, wide awake. A smile adorned her face as she saw you, slowly moving one of her hands to cup your cheek.
“Rewon lefpom” she said in a sleepy tone of voice
“Good morning to you as well” you smiled at her and grabbed her hand that was in your face. You moved it and brought it to your lips, giving it a gentle kiss on her knuckles.
“Where is Jake?” You looked around
Neytiri sat on the hammock as well and started to stretch her arms
“He said he was going to get us food” she looked at you. Her hand moved to grab a few strands of your hair.
You met Jake and Neytiri a few years ago when your research team abandoned you in the forest. You were a botanist and were instructed to investigate some of Pandora’s vegetation. While you were doing your research, your research team
split up and left. After you were done, you couldn’t find anyone or even communicate with them. All you did after that was wander around the forest, praying that you wouldn’t get attacked by anything. At one point you got tired of walking
and sat by a tree, that is when they found you. You remember how Neytiri was aggressive and stayed on high alert when Jake asked you things; her eye might have popped out of her skull over how much she was glaring at you. Of course, it
took a while for you to adapt after they took you in to live with them. Too many challenges occurred, but in the end, it was worth it because now you have two amazing partners who loved you deeply
“Mmm, alright then”. You sighed
Neytiri's expression changed to a concerned one when she saw you sigh
“Y/N? Everything ok?”
“Hm? Oh yeah, I’m alright”
“Are you sure? You look lost”
“I promise you Tiri, you worry too much” You smiled and placed your head on her shoulder, giving it a kiss
Neytiri smiled and kissed your forehead
“I was just remembering how I met the two of you”
Neytiri’s s ears flattened a bit as she chuckled
“I sometimes wonder what happened to my team. It’s not like it matters now, since this is my home now”
“Indeed it is, your home, here with us”
You moved your head to look at her directly in her eyes. There was a moment of silence before you two started to kiss each other. It started slow and gentle, but shortly the kiss turn rough and passionate. You broke the kiss and looked at her.
She kissed your cheek and from your cheek to your chin. She kissed her way to your neck slowly, kissing your sensitive area. Small sighs and moans escaped your lips. She would occasionally look up to see your reactions, a smirk appeared
on her face as she saw your flustered face. Her hands slowly moved towards the shorts you were wearing, her fingers hooking on the hem of them.
Her fingers found their way to your clit, she started to gently rub it in a circular motion.
“Tiri!” You moaned, and your hand moved its way to her head
“Be calm, love” she said, still focused on pleasuring you
While you two were busy, jake entered the tent
“Morning girls, I hope you two are-“ His words got cut off after seeing you two. A smirk adorned his face as he dropped what he had in his hand on the floor.
He whistled “It's early in the morning and you two are already going downtown. Especially without me” He got closer to the both of you, kneeling next to Neytiri.
“May’” Neytiri said as she removed her fingers from your area
A whimper of complaint escaped from your lips at the absent feeling of her fingers. Jake and Neytiri chuckled at your reaction. He grabbed Neytiri’s hand and brought her fingers slick covered fingers near his mouth. He gave her fingers long
but slow licks, savoring your juices. He looked like a starved man when he licked his lips.
“Ftxílor” he said while looking at you
Jake walked towards where you laid and stood right in front of you
“Get up baby girl”
You quickly obeyed his command and got up from the hammock. He sat on the spot you were in before. You looked at him with half-lidded eyes, your eyes following how his hand gently slapped his thigh, indirectly telling you to sit on it.
Obeying him, you walk closer to him and sat on his thigh
“atta girl,” he said in a husky voice. He wrapped his arms around your small frame and kissed your neck. He lifted his face and grabbed your chin, bringing your lips close to his.
“Jake…” you said in a shaky breath
“Yes, baby?”
“Please…” you moved your hand to his hair, gently tugging on his locks
He hissed a bit at the feeling
“Maybe ill skip a few parts since you asked so nice princess…get up for a moment”
You did what he said and got up. He started to take off his loincloth, freeing his cock. He sat back down and waited for you. You took off your shorts and underwear and sat again on Jake’s lap.
“Are you ready?” He wrapped his hands around your hips
You simply just nod
He lifted you by the hips and carefully positioned you on himself, lowering you bit by bit. You started to moan, biting your lip because of the feeling of getting full by your lover.

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“You’re alright?” He looked at you
“Yeah”
“Good” he purred
Neytiri sat next to Jake, she put her hands on his shoulders
“Ma Jake, remember that she is fragile. Be gentle” She placed a gentle kiss on Jake’s temple
“Now, where is the fun in that hm?” He smiled
“Jake!”
“Alright Alright, when did you get so bratty, princess?”
Jake started to move his hips at a slow rhythm at first, but as soon he heard your shaky breath, he started to increase his pace. His eyes explored your body and his sight stopped when he saw your belly. A visible bulge was in there due to his
length. Neytiri smiled at the sigh and put her hand above the bulge in your stomach, feeling how Jake moved inside you.
“How does she feel Ma jake?”
“Tight as hell…I can tell you missed having me inside you baby girl. The way you are milking me proves it”
Neytiri’s hand traveled from your stomach up to your breast. She gently cupped one of them and started to caress them
“Jake…Tiri- im close-“ You said in between moans
“hush love, just let it go and relax” Neytiri kept playing with your breast
“Just a bit more baby girl, Just a bit more”
Jake started to slow down a bit with his movements. Then in a few moments, the both of you came.
Pants and sighs could be heard coming from both of you. You looked up at Jake for a moment, a smile of satisfaction adored your lips. Jake simply just chuckled and kissed your forehead.
“you did good sweetheart,” He said while removing himself from you
“Indeed you did sweet thing” Neytiri grabbed a piece of cloth to help you clean yourself
After getting yourself clean Neytiri and Jake lay next to you, wrapping their long arms around your small frame. Both of them kissed each of your cheeks before both of them kissing each other
“Nga yawne lu oer” you said smiling as you drifted to sleep
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It was afternoon and you were outside your home cutting some vegetables while keeping an eye on two of your children. Your husband took Neteyam hunting and your wife went to help her mother in her tsahik duties. For a moment you
stopped cutting the vegetables and looked up at the sky. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. You felt so relaxed, the wind caressing your skin as if Ewya herself was reaching for you. But his moment was quickly interrupted when
you heard one of your children scream for you
“Mama!” Kiri quickly ran towards you alongside Lo’ak
Your eyes are wide open now in worry, thinking that something might have happened to your kids. But you quickly calmed down when you saw them in front of you, they looked alright.
“What is it, baby?” You looked at Kiri, you extended one of your hands to cup her cheek
“Lo’ak is being a meanie and is not letting me play with the toy. It was my turn to use it!” She crossed her arms and pouted
“Nuh-uh! It was my turn!”
“Was not! You already played with it long enough Lo’ak” She turned towards Lo’ak and tried to take the toy from his hands. His grip on the toy got tighter and he tried to hiss at Kiri, but it came out as a scream.
“Now now…” you gently took the toy away from Lo’ak “You two are siblings, you shouldn’t fight over silly things like this” You smiled gently at them
“You two have many other toys, while one plays with this one, the other one can play with the others. And when one of you gets tired of playing with the same toys, you can simply switch them. Doesn’t sound that hard right?”
“No…” They both looked down
“Oh my babies, I’m not mad at you two. I just want you two to play nice with each other. Ok?”
“Ok mama”
“Good, now apologize to each other”
“What?! Why?!” Lo’ak looked at you
“Because you were being mean to each other, you think I couldn’t hear you two fight from here?”
They both glared at each other for a moment
“You don’t want me to tell papa and mommy about this, if you don’t apologize I will tell them”
With that, they both quickly apologized to each other, and your
“Now go back and play, lunch will be soon”
Both of them smiled and left running
You grabbed the tray with the chopped vegetables. As you started to walk you bumped into someone. When you looked up, you saw it was Jake holding Neteyam in his arms and Neytiri next to him.
“Mama! Mama! Look, I caught a big fish!” Neteyam said excitedly while holding a fish in his arms
“Look at that, a big one indeed! Good job baby! How about you put it over there so that I can start cooking it in a bit, hm?”
He excitedly smiled and jump down from his father’s arms and put the fish where you told him to put it, then he ran towards his siblings to play with them
“Heard the conversation you had with the little ones” Neytiri put one of her hands on your hair, playing slightly with the colorful feathers that decorated your hair. “You are an amazing mother”
“Surprised that you were able to handle the little rascals” Jake chuckled
“Just because I’m human, it doesn’t mean I can’t handle kids who will grow three times my size, skxawng” You playfully smacked Jake’s chest
Jake and Neytiri laughed at your words and embraced you in a hug
You are glad that this is your life
Notes:
Rewon lefpom- good morning
May’- taste
Ftxílor- delicious
Nga yawne lu oer- I love you
skxawng- moron
I’m sorry that it looks rush. I haven’t written smut since 2017 and I’m really tired, but I sure did enjoy writing this while being eepy

I'm Good!
Chapter 1: If youre gonna start it..
Chapter Text
Na’vi culture is way different than human culture. Almost opposite to be exact. With humans, a lot of them feel as though male and female relationships are the way–the only way. Na’vi’s see further, and don't care for such trivial things and
homosexuality is just as normal as heterosexuality.
Growing up in the Omatikayan forest, I was always close to the chief's family. Neytiri and I were the best of friends, and her mother, Mo’at, was like a second to me. We attended Grace Augustine’s school and learned English together. I think
I excelled in the English language if I do say so myself, but I usually laid back and let Neytiri do the talking–less work for me anyway. At least that's what used to be the reason. After the RDA shooting and Sylwanin’s death, I sympathized
with her as I had lost my younger sister, Mi’niri too. Moving on was all I knew, but Neytiri was to be the next Tsahik. This meant the whole thing hit her way harder than even I could imagine. I remember shedding a tear when we connected
to the Tree of Souls after Sylwanin’s funeral, feeling such sadness course through Neytiri's body..It crushed me.
I would start doing things for her, just so she wouldn't have to. Braiding her hair, I learned to always leave her braids as they are because Neytiri loved to add beads and trinkets herself. I made her riding pants with the most beautiful purple
dye I could find, along with some bracelets and anklets. I developed romantic feelings for her as we grew older, noticing the endearment behind our exchanges. But things changed after the sky people came to our land, after Neytiri brought an
alien of their creation to kelutral.
 
“Tsenu.” My name being called snapped me out of my haze as I turned to the voice, ear twitching.
My mother grabbed my hand carefully. “Yom wutsut, Tsenu '' She spoke as she gently pushed my hand towards my face. Blinking, I looked down at my hands. I saw the payoang that I was holding and remembered where I was–at the
communal dinner fire.
“I am, sa’nu” I said as I resumed eating, setting my eyes back on Neytiri as I watched her sit next to Jake Sully, the dreamwalker she had brought home with her months ago. Back then I still tried to pursue her, making her gifts and trying to
hint at my attraction. But after she mated with Jake, I lost hope and didn't know how to face her again. So, I decided that we were just friends and did my own thing.
After scarfing down what I had left of my food, I drank my cup of kava, standing up shortly after. Adjusting the bow on my back, I excused myself as I usually do after eating. Striding past the all too familiar faces of the people, I left hometree
craving something sweet.
Breathing in the forest air, I looked around for yovo, a purple fruit. Walking through vines, and pushing past bioluminescent ferns, I finally found a cluster and plucked them. I bit into one, savoring the juicy fruit before putting the rest into my
bag that hung at my hip.
Turning around, I gasped and nearly jumped out of my skin as I was met with a Na’vi woman only a few inches taller than me.
“Neytiri! Oel ngati kameie..” I breathed out softly, coming back to my usual expression.
“Oel ngati kameie, Tsenu. Why are you here?” Neytiri said, concern laced in her voice. I stared into her beautiful yellow eyes not quite understanding her question.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, why did you leave dinner early? You know the festivals tonight.” Neytiri took a step closer to me, gently holding on to my arm. Relaxing under her touch, I looked down to where our skin connected.
“I know, I'm not going. I don't feel that good so I will just go to sleep early..” I spoke, looking back up to her. As I pulled away from her slowly, she would tighten her hold reaching her other hand up to my forehead.
“You seem fine, but if that's true..let me walk you to your nivi” She said, slowly snaking her arms around my waist, encircling me. My breath hitched in my throat as I felt our stomachs press against each other. Glancing around, there was a
part of me that trembled beneath her fiery touch and craved more, but another side of me was embarrassed, hoping no one catches us.
“You are mated with another, are you sure-” I was trying to clear up the thick air that began to consume me.
“I think my mate wants you just as much as me..Why have you been running from me, Tsenu?” Neytiri questioned me, her gentle yet firm grip never faltering.
I stood there breathlessly, blinking as I tried to form a coherent thought. I didn't think my evasive behavior was that noticeable, but why does it seem like she likes me? What does she mean Jake wants me? Am I misunderstanding? Before I
could think of a response, Neytiri began leading me back to hometree, to my nivi.
“I’m not running from you, ‘Tiri.. I just didn't want to get in yours and Jake’s way. You have a strong and capable mate, there's no need for me to hang around longer than necessary.” As I spoke, Neytiri slowed before coming to a halt in front
of the hammocks. Turning to face me, she intertwined her fingers with mine, placing a feather-like kiss on my cheek.
“I like having you around, Tsenu. Jake does too, so don't think that way. Sleep well, and let's meet tomorrow.” She spoke as if I were glass that could shatter at any moment. I shuddered as that familiar feeling pooled in my stomach. Staring
into her golden eyes, I notice that she's looking at me with a look that's dangerously close to how she looks at Jake..You don't touch friends that way, you don't look at friends that way. All I could do was nod in response as the lump in my
throat grew. Her eyes flickered slightly lower than my eyes and with one last squeeze of my hands, she was gone.
Maybe we aren't just friends.

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Notes:
kelutral - hometree (the physical and spiritual home of the omatikayan clan)
“Yom wutsut, Tsenu.'' - "Eat your food, Tsenu."
sa’nu - mum/mummy
kava - alcoholic beverage
yovo - a purple fruit native to pandora
Oel ngati kameie - "I see you"
 
Chapter 2: ...finish it.
Chapter Text
Staring up at the forested sky, I stretched my limbs in my hammock. My mind was full of Neytiri and maybe Jake, too. My thoughts ran wild as I came up with different scenarios of what Neytiri could have meant last night.
Crawling out of my nivi, I decided to put a flower in my hair and one of my bigger neck pieces with the pair in mind. I quickly made my way down to the center of hometree, landing smoothly on my feet. I smiled as an older woman greeted
me, returning the salutation.
“Tsenu, your mother is waiting for you.” She slightly nodded in the direction my mother was in.
“I'll go see her, thank you. Kìyevame!” Grinning, I walked off towards my mom anticipating what she could need. She sent someone for me when I meet with her every morning.
Finding my mother, I crouched to be eye-level with her, signing my salutation to Mo’at to avoid extra noise. I watched as my mom helped Mo’at with various medicinal herbs, preparing them for the people. Noticing my presence, she beamed,
making her eyes crinkle.
“Ma’ite! Come, I need your help.” She turned and grabbed a small basket that had nothing but a piece of cloth, placing it in front of me.
“Can you please find and collect these herbs? We need them desperately..” She looked up at me expectantly before continuing her work, crushing seeds in a bowl.
“Sure, I can.” Taking the basket, my ear twitched, hearing someone suddenly approach me from behind.
“Perfect, JakeSully is here. He will help you.” Mo’at suddenly spoke, causing me to turn around to be faced with the one who clouded my thoughts.
“Hi” I breathed out, looking into his eyes before my own began to stray. Staring at his figure for a bit too long, I took in how well Neytiri has decorated her spouse. Has he always looked this good with his battle band on? The thickly woven
armor sat snugly above his waist, accentuating his appeal. His muscles rippled beneath his skin as he crossed his arms, looking at me with a spark of playfulness in his eyes.
“Hey.” Jake grinned with something else laced into his expression. Turning to Mo’at and my mother he quickly, but over-formally excused us in Na’vi, causing me to snicker. I turned to walk away, taking notice of Jake's hand hovering over
my waist before dropping back down to his side.
“What are you laughing at? I said it right! Right?” Jake leaned into my view as we walked, me being a step ahead.
“You said it right, but you’re too formal. I bet Neytiri could help.” I crouched, reaching for the herbs symbolized on the fabric. Placing them in the basket, I turned my head after not hearing a response. Jake scanned me with his eyes, cocking
his head to the side challengingly.
“I bet she could, but speaking of Neytiri, I have something to ask.” Standing to my full height, Jake took a step towards me, causing me to automatically step back.
“What is it, Sully?” Speaking lowly, my words nearly came out as a whisper. Jake takes another big step towards me, causing a breath to hitch in my throat as I felt the bark of a tree on my back. He leaned in close to my ear, his aroma filling
my senses.
“When are you going to be honest and admit what you want? Instead of eye-fucking Neytiri and I..” Jake chuckled teasingly, moving away from my ear to look at my face as I flushed in embarrassment.
I pressed my hands against his torso to shove past him but he held on to me. Just like Neytiri, his hold was gentle yet firm, swiping his thumb over my wrist before gently kissing my skin. Looking up at him, uncertainty was present in my
features.
“I'll go first, then. I want you, Tsenu..” The darkness in his eyes lifted slightly, turning into something a little more genuine. “I see you.”
“I see you and I want you, Jake Sully.” I peered into his eyes as he pulled me towards him by my waist. He leaned in, closing the gap between us.
He kissed like a man starved, lifting my knee to hook around his body. He dominates easily, eliciting tiny moans from my throat as he begins to press himself against my core. Smiling against my lips he pulled away and planted warm open-
mouth kisses on my neck, nipping slightly at my skin.
“Ma Jake, you’re taking too long.”
Pulling apart, Jake turned to face the voice, Neytiri. I adjusted myself before grabbing the basket full of herbs, avoiding her gaze and completely missing what they spoke of apparently. Jake took the basket from my hands as Neytiri moved
closer to me, shamelessly drinking in my appearance. She’s wearing a necklace today, one that is very intricate and I have no doubt that it's one of Mo’at’s gifts. The beads hung over her chest and clattered with her movements. Something
about her is different today and it's driving me insane. She smiled, opening her mouth to speak but deciding to say something else.
“Come.” She spoke with desire in her tone, and after internally fighting with myself, I opted to just grab her hand in response.
 
We walked on foot to somewhere that was a good distance from hometree. Coming upon a clearing, I looked around cautiously noticing the air was misty. My shoulders relaxed as I turned to be met with a beautiful waterfall flowing into a
small lake. Tugging my arm, Neytiri urged me to look at her. Staring into my eyes, she held my hands in her own.
 
“Do you want to be with Jake and I tonight?” She spoke softly, bringing my hands up to her lips.
“Yes, I do..but why have you chosen me?” I tilted my head, and this time, I stepped forward.
“Nga yawne lu oer, Tsenu. Jake sees you the way I see you, all that is left is you..” Neytiri explained, her confidence slightly faltered at the thought of rejection.
“No pressure, Tsenu.” Jake approached us and put his hands around our waists, moving us closer to the waterfall.
“Well, there's no need to worry about it. I’m already here.” I smiled but quickly gasped and screamed in surprise as Jake shoved me through the side of the waterfall. As I spun around, I noticed that there was a cave directly behind the water.
“It's my turn to have my way with you.” Neytiri held my face in her hands, kissing me passionately.
I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling the string of her loincloth teasingly. She pulled away abruptly, smirking at me like she had something in mind.
Neytiri began kneeling before me, pecking down my stomach. She easily took off my loincloth, eyes flickering towards me looking for any uncomfort. Finding none, she lifted my knee over her shoulder and wasted no time to lick a stripe up
my cunt. Letting out a breath, I turned to look at Jake but he had already moved behind me. Moving my hair from my shoulders, he untied and removed my top, placing it on the growing pile.
Looking back down at Neytiri, her eyes practically glowed with hunger as she began sucking on my clit. Throwing my head back, I panted as I tried to suppress my moans. Jake massaged my breasts, pulling at my nipples as he kissed my
neck. I tried to speak rationally but moans were ripping through me.
“Guys, I- fuck!” I whimpered, leaning into Jake as Neytiri fucked me with her tongue. He wrapped his arms around my torso as he captured my lips with his own.
Moaning into the kiss, I yelped as Jake picked me up, wrapping his arms underneath my knees. Neytiri pulled away, staring at her work before grabbing Jake's dick underneath me and rubbing it across my hole. This elicited moans from the
both of us as she positioned it properly, pushing the tip in.
“Are you alright?” Jake mumbled against my ear, arousal and desperation clear in his voice.
“Mhm.” I nodded my head as I placed my hands on top of his, shutting my eyes tightly when he began stretching me open.
As he bottomed out, my chest heaved, unfamiliar with the feeling. The feeling of being full, it had me in a trance and I began rutting my hips in place.
“Please fuck me, Jake.!” I whined, wanting more.
“Well how can I say no to that?” He chuckled before raising my hips.
He started slowly, a pleasured groan leaving my throat as his hips met mine. He whispered something under his breath and began to pick up his pace, fucking me like I weighed nothing. I let out a needy cry as I quickly came, releasing on his
cock.
“Harder, Ma Jake.” Neytiri spoke as she watched us, playing with her pussy as she remained on the ground.
Following his orders, Jake began pounding into me. A pathetic sob escaped my throat as Jake grunted softly, eyes focused on where we were connected. Slamming me down on his cock, broken whimpers and cries rumbled in my throat as that
warm and familiar feeling began pooling in my stomach again.
“I can't- I’m gonna cum!” Moving my hand over my leaking hole, I cursed as I could barely form thoughts.
“Cum then, baby..” Jake fucked me erratically, swatting my hand to rub my clit.
Mewling in pleasure, he hissed as my walls clenched around him, his pace unfaltering. Once I came, Jake thrusted into me a few more times before pulling out. In the matter of moments, I was placed next to Neytiri, and her head was pulled
back by Jake. Her mouth slacked as Jake slapped his dick on her tongue, moving closer. Neytiri smiled playfully, revealing her canines before Jake got a good hold on her head and began fucking her throat.
I watched them as my freshly used hole leaked of my fluids. Deciding to do something, I pulled at the strings of Neytiri's top, causing it to drop onto her lap. Staring at her breasts, I pinched her nipples before taking one into my mouth,
fondling with the other. Guttural moans sounded from her as Jake’s cum spilled down her throat, pushing his dick deeper, nearly making her gag.
As he pulled out, Neytiri tugged his arm, urging him to kneel. After doing so, she gently pushed me down onto my back, crawling over me. She leaned down to kiss me, rutting her heat against my body. I reached my hand down to rub her
cunt, pulling sharp, breathy moans from her.
Jake practically peels us apart as he lifts my hips, jerking me towards him. He lined himself up before shoving in his complete length, causing me to let out a sweet cry.
“You alright?” Jake inquired as he settled into me, adjusting my body on his lap.
Peering down, I shuddered at the sight before me. Neytiri had swiftly moved off me, crawling closer to my face as she shamelessly ogled where we were connected. Jake's muscles tensed and relaxed as he turned his gaze to his wife for
permission.
“I’m good.!” I barely managed to get it out before the taller woman ducked her head, latching onto my nipple.
Neytiri nodded her head towards Jake and he rolled his hips in response. He started slow, throwing his head back and letting out a breathy whine. Shutting my eyes in bliss, I spread my legs open wider for him, a purr rumbling in my chest.
Panting, I reached for anything to grab onto before Neytiri moved into my view.
“Be a good girl.” She whispered to me before moving her dripping pussy over my face, an invitation I eagerly accepted.
Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I lapped up her juices as she peered down with her face knotted in pleasure. Neytiri’s breath quickly picked up as I continued to lick every bit of her cunt, sucking on her clit through moans. Jake's thrusts
only sped up, ramming into me as he whimpered softly, spilling inside of me. Tugging on Neytiri's braid, Jake adjusted himself differently, causing me contort in place as he continued to sloppily fuck my insides.
Wailing in pleasure, Neytiri came on my tongue and after riding out her high, she moved off my face. Behind she revealed a fucked out Jake, drilling into me as our fluids mixed. Loose strands of hair stuck to his forehead as moans ripped
through him.
“Neytiri, can I-” He choked out, pleading to her.
“Yes, Jake” Neytiti replied, already knowing what he wants.
As his purge seemed to never end, and his hunger seemed impossible to satiate, Jake pulled out and spilled onto my stomach, hanging his head. Neytiri praised my performance softly as she moved my hair from my face and eventually Jake’s
breathing evened out before his eyes flickered up to us.
“Are you alright?” Neytiri chuckled, lifting her hand to her lips.
Jake flushed as he reached for something to clean us off.
“I’m good.”
Notes:
“ Kìyevame!” - “See you soon!”
“Ma’ite!” - “My daughter!”
“Nga yawne lu oer, Tsenu.” - “I love you, Tsenu.”

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Misunderstanding to fucking-standing
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The ocean waves rocked against the piers and docks of the clans village. Neytiri sat on one weaving fishing nets as her eyes glanced up to another dock. Those yellowed eyes locking on a woman. You. 
Neytiri watched as you moved towards the demon that dirtied you. Neytiri's ears slicked back as she glared at the nets in her arms. 
You were a few years younger than her and ypu had practiced under Ronal with her. You both grew close in being friends and You always seemed to look up towards her and Ronal. You were a good person, So why? Why did Ewya allow
something as filthy as the demon you were mated to, get you? 
 
"'I made you this."' Your soft sweet voice called and Neytiri glanced up seeing you holding out a head piece to your mate. 
The male took it raising his brow as he stared at it for a moment.
"'Thanks."' He said before shoving it into his pants pocket and walking away. 
 
  Neytiri felt herself ripping the weaved cords from the net as she watched hurt flash into your gentle eyes and ears slicking back. 
The hurt and rejection clear on your face as you hold your arms to yourself heading back into the hut you and that demon shared. 
She didn't understand it. 
How could they have not noticed you going into heat that day? How could she not have seen the signs? She told you to go and gather things for a practice lesson Ronal was going to show you both. 
If you hadn't gone foraging for those ingredients, You wouldn't have been far from the reefs, You wouldn't have been near that damned demon. 
He wouldn't have gotten the chance to become one with you. 
Neytiri sharply got up heading inside of her own hut, anger burning through her as she prepared dinner for her children and her mate. 
As she chopped up the fish she was preparing to cook she remembered that day, The day you had come back to the village ears drooping low the smell of him on you. 
It had been months after the attack of the Metkayina clan, After the attack on her family, Where she nearly lost her children due to that demon dragging them into a war. 
They all barely managed to escape and since no body of that demon could've been found it was safe to presume him dead. 
You went into a heat, She had sent you to gather supplies for a Tsahik lesson and you didnt come back for days, everyone looked for you worried sick about your disappearance and they feared the worst, your death.
 
But when you did come back alive and well they feared a new worst as you smelled of the demon, The demon who sat on his Ikran after landing it on the shores of the village. 
"'Did you mate with this man?!"' Ronal hissed causing your ears to droop down. 
"'...we are mated before Eywa…what is done is done."' You told her
A distressed noise moved through the village especially for Neytiri seeing that you were mated with that demon, the one who tried killing everyone to kill her mate and he sat there not coming to your defense.
A taste of fresh hatred seeped on her lips. 
Oh how she hated that demon. 
How she hated Colonel Miles Quaritch. 
You whispered something so quiet that it almost went ignored. Almost.
Between Ronal screaming at you Neytiri moved towards you.
"'What was that?"' She asked, holding your arms, Your soft saddened and fearful eyes looked into hers.
"'I didn't know who he was….I was in heat and his smell attracted me…I only knew who he was once the bond was made.."' You told them.
""It doesn't matter, You face consequences of banishment!"' Ronal spoke though it seemed like anger was anguish and worry for you.
Your eyes watered as you held your head down making yourself look smaller and that's when a shadow casted over causing Neytiri's eyes to snap upwards hissing at the demon who brought you into his side. 
His eyes locked onto her and Jake. 
"Tell them to stop yelling at her!" He hissed and Neytiri felt her anger within him, she went to move to attack him, kill him, set you free from him But her Mate Jake grabbed her holding her back. Jake turned his head to Ronal and Tonowari.
"'He will not urut anyone. Not anymore. We do not need to worry about him bringing more sky people. Cause once they learn of his betrayal by sleeping with this woman, He will be killed. He is nothing more than a stray."'   Jake told them
and Neytiri watched their faces as they thought about this. 
Neytiri looked at you, seeing those gentle eyes taking in the hurt, the anger and worry of Ronal and Tonowari. Your ears drooped back and tail hung as you lowered your head and pressed inside of the demon's hold, seeking comfort from your
hellish mate. 
And Neytiri hated it was him that could provide you that comfort. 
"'I'll accept banishment if that is what you see fit."' Your soft voice wavered as you told the villages Tsahik and Olo'eyktan. 
Neytiri turned to look at the two leaders she and Jake had become friends with, Ronals ears drooped back as she turned to Tonowari. It would be his decision, she had no say in this and Neytiri looked at the male. 
Worried this would be the last she would see you.
"'You both shall stay, He will learn the ways of this clan and if he shows no success then he will be banished."' Tonowari spoked before looking into your soft eyes. "'I can not blame you for your mating choices in a frenzy of heat. But Shall he
be banished? The choice to leave will be yours." 
You cried thanking Tonowari.
'"He'll learn! I'll teach him!"' You told them, promising.
 
Neytiri looked at the cooked food, She lost her appetite for the meal as she growled to herself. The man did not seem to have cared for the clan's ways. He did nothing that proved himself worthy of the clan and she has never seen him show
interest in learning. It had been many months, almost half a year and she saw nothing significant. She has seen how he continually brushes you off, you always seemed to keep trying to give him gifts and affection that he seemed uninterested
in. He never seemed to look at you a way a mate should and it angered her. 
You deserved better than that demon. 
You must feel so alone. 
Neytiri eyed the food and then grabbed a large leaf scooping soke onto it and folded the leaf to protect and seal the food. She left her hut heading down the docks towards your hut. She would show you that you didnt have to be alone. 
She would comfort you and she hoped to convince you to leave him. 
She didn't want this demon to drag you down with him. 
Neytiri approached and hurt her ears picking up as the echod sounds of moans and soft piercing shrieks were heard. Her ears perked up and she moved closer softly glowing inside from the cracks of the hut. The sight sickened her.
Quaritch was over you fucking you harshly, uncaring and not eith love, Neytiri watched as his hand lifted before coning down harshly on your face snapping it to the side a shrill leaving you as he groaned. 
Neytiri felt anger shove through her as she stormed towards the huts door. 
'He dares hurt you?! After everything you do for him?!' She hissed in her mind dropping the food leaf she stormed inside a fury stabbing her stomach as she lunged at the man growling and fangs bared. 
The demon made a startled noise before hissed and growled, recovering and went to throw her off of him.
You made noises of panic as you scrambled up and moved.
"'ILL KILL YOU!"' Neytiri hissed as she yanked a blade to slash at the man.
He managed to squeeze away from it hissing and growling at her.
"'THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!?"' he yelled, kicking her away from him
You moved between them haltimg them both from attacking each other.
"'Neytiri! Miles! stop! please stop!"' Your gentle voice begged as you pleadly looked at them both.
Neytiri couldn't hold her anger.
"'WHY DO YOU ALLOW HIM TO STAIN YOU!?"' she yelled at you. A hiss leaving Quaritch. "'HE DOESN'T RESPECT YOU OR THE PEOPLE! HE DOESN'T HELP, HE REFUSES TO LEARN. HE DOESN'T VALUE YOUR GIFTS
AND HE HURTS YOU! HE HITS YOU?! YOU LET THAT DEMON HIT YOU!? I'LL KILL HIM! I'LL TAKE HIS THROAT AND FREE YOU FROM HIS FILTH!"'  She yelled, hissing , wanting to leap at the man.
"Neytiri!" Your voice called out.
"'I FUCKING DO RESPECT HER!"' the demon yelled at her. 
"'YOU ONLY HURT!"' Neytiri yelled back and watched as the man stormed grabbing a pot before slamming it down emptying it. It was the gifts you made him as well as cracked beads and messy made charms a growl leaving the demon as
he grabbed each gift.
"'I do not have long h a i r to tangle this in."' He hissed at her holding a head piece you made him before glaring up at her. 
"'tell me, Is my h a i r long enough for this yet?!" He hissed and it wasn't. It was just now coming down to his browls in curls, but not long enough for the piece to sit comfortably still in. 
Yet Neytiri did not respond, causing him to growl as he grabbed another gift, a thick necklace.
"'This was too small."' He hissed moving around his neck to show it needed three more inches to even fit around his neck. 
"'I can not wear it, not even on my arm."' He moved it to his arm showing it was still too small. "'And it will break if it's on my wrist."' 
He moved the gifts back into the pot. 
"'I haven't given her a gift because it's almost as if I am still learning how to carve tiny beads!"' He snarled up at her as he scooped up cracked and ruined beads before slamming them into the pot putting it back.
"'My mate does help with the village."' Your voice called softly causing her to look at you in disbelief. 
"'He goes and gathers things for me, so that i can treat others' injuries…He goes out of the reef to other islands to gather from..because another healer got hurt and she lost her liu to a deep water predator, she came back so exhausted and hurt.
Miles goes because he doesn't want me or the other healers to get hurt. He comes with me to the healers gets shown what I and They need and he leaves to gather them."' You softly explained to her staying between him and her.
"'I promise he isn't just 'Sneaking away' as you and Ronal say."' You told her and Neytiri saw how you had a look of sadness in your eyes and how your ears drooped more and Neytiri felt guilty. She didn't know you had ever heard of her and
Ronal talking down on the demon. 
"He shows you not affection!"' Neytiri accused and Quaritch hissed.
"'My marriage does not need to be a display for others!"' He snarled causing anger to burn in her system but you held your hands out keeping them apart looking at Quaritch and it seemed to settle him down before you looked at her gently.
"'My mate is more reserved. He is uncomfortable showing vulnerability to me where so many can see. He preferred to let his guard down when we are alone with each other. "'You softly explained but Neytiri didn't want to listen, she didn't
want to believe it was true.
"'He hits you! I saw him Hit you! He mates with you unlovingly and hurts you!"' She snarled, glaring a heated glare at the male. A growl leaving his chest.
"'Wanna explain what you wanted from me cupcake."' Miles simply stated his eyes glaring into Neytiri's yellowed ones.
You shifted, embarrassment forming on your face as Neytiri gave you her gaze.  You shifted foot to foot, ears twitching and eyes avoiding her gaze.
"'I…I asked him to strike me…"' You whispered embarrassedly. 
Neytiri's eyes widened as she looked between you and the man.
"'I..I like it," You admitted as you looked at her, a hand pressing onto Quaritchs chest causing a noise of a grumbled purr leave him as he looked down at you. 
You looked up at him adoringly, with love, and not confused her.
"'My mate is strong Neytiri, He is naturally rough…He treats me like a clay pot, fragile, but I like his strength. I like the markings he can leave on my body. He doesnt hurt me.."' 

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Neytiri refused to believe a word you said she didn't believe a demon like Miles Quaritch would be a decent mate, let alone a genlte mate towards you.
'"You don't believe me."' You said 
"'I believe you are lying to protect the demon."' Neytiri hissed.
"Même quand je suis installé, les Sully sont dans mon cul." Quaritch grumbled in a different language, His strange accent sounding different in this language it drew out more of it, Neytiri watched as your ears perked up, a shiver moved
through you and your tail swayed, Neytiri felt her own ears peeking. Demon or not, She couldn't deny his voice sounded very alluring in whatever language he spoke and how his voice had deepened and thickened as he spoked unknown
words. 
You turned to look at the demon, a hand on his chest catching his eyes as he looked down at you. Your hand moved to his queue, softly taking it and bringing yours together. 
Neytiri watched as the demon's ears twitched how his eyes softly rolled as his eyelids fluttered some a noise leaving him, a mix between a whimper and groan. 
"Putain tu te sens si bien cupcake." The man groaned, his ears twitching and tail swaying. That strange language and tone of voice seemed to cause a shutter to move through you and Her.
Neytiri watched as you smiled up at your mate before carefully holding both of your queues out to her. Neytiri felt taken aback.
 
"'See for yourself. Feel his love for me and then tell me he doesnt respect me, Doesn't care for me and my people. That he hurts me."' You said so softly as you held the entwined queues out. A noise leaving Quaritch.
"'I do not want to be mated to her."' He hissed slightly and you faced your mate with patience.
"'You are mated to me. We Mated alone before eywa. You can not be mated to another in mind, body and spirit. You are mine and mine alone." You told him assuringly as you looked at Neytiri.
"'She would only be able to connect to us physically. Nothing else. But it would be enough for her to see."' You said before looking back at him. 
Quaritch eyes moved to your face before hers and he grumbled but nodded.
"'If it puts an end to their prying fine."' He agreed and you looked towards Neytiri holding your bonded queues out. 
"'It's your choice.'" You said softly and Neytiri's ears twitched as she eyed the demon.
She didn't believe you at all, She moved carefully taking her own Queue bringing it to yours and his. 
"'If what she says is untrue, i'll gut you."' Neytiri hissed at the male causing him to snarl back.
"'You're the one that's going to look like an idiot."' He hissed.
 
Neytiri's growl moved through her throat but she gently entwined her queue amongst the both of you, a Groan left the demon, and a shutter moved through you, Your ears slicking back some as a soft gentle moan left your lips. Neytiri felt a
shutter move through her body and a unevened noise of pleasure left her as she felt both of your bodies through the bond. 
Her eyes met yours and you gave her a soft smile as your hands and arms moved to wrap behind you around your mate's neck, a hand sliding to the base of his queue softly rubbing where the base met his lower head. A groan leaving him and
pleasurable sensations moved through the bond. 
Neytiri's ears twitched as she felt how thag pleasure went between both your and her legs. She watched as Quaritchs hands moved to your hips, fingers digging into them harshly as he muttered in that language.
She felt the pain and the pleasure move through you as well the sensations of your inner walls quivering at his voice and she too felt her own move.
You mewled your paddled tail swaying as you looked towards her, Quaritch kissed down your neck both woman feeling the sensation as you pulled Neytiri to you softly kissing her, Neytiri moved taking your lips more aggressively, nipping at
your bottom lip as you spreaded yours apart allowing her tongue to explore your mouth. Moans and groans leaving the three connected trio. You were soon gasping as both Quaritch and Neytiri attacked your neck and shoulders with kisses and
bites. You were trembling and gasping as Quaritch fingers slowly twirled around your clit occasionally slicking inside of your dripping pussy.  His ears twitched with yours and Neytiri as your pleasure overpowered the bond moans leaving
you all. 
"'Are you okay?"' He whispered in your ear softly nibbling on it wanting to make sure you were still enjoying yourself. Je ignored Neytiri's eyes watching him, he cared for you more, wanting you to feel safe and comfortable.
She was the invader of his night with you, she will get her satisfaction after you. 
"'Yes!"' You gasped and Quaritch softly smiled. He moved you closer to him, your back pressed flush against his chest, he guided you to sit higher on your lovely thighs as he moved his dick between your folds. 
You and Neytiri's moans filled the hut. He watched as Neytiri's eyes focused on you, your face and your pussy. 
Watching how he rubbed his dick along your folds teasing you and your clit. Your gasps and pleasure vibrated through the Bonds causing him to shutter, you were such a reactive thing. He loved feeling your pleasure, your needs and he took
pride in taking care of those needs. His eyes watched Neytiri's face as he began to slowly slide his Dick into your quivering aching pussy. 
He groaned hearing your moans and how he felt your warm dripping walls and how he felt your pleasure of him stretching you out. 
He watched as Neytiri shuttered ears slicking down in pleasure as she softly gasped, her thighs moving together for friction and he felt the spikes of pleasure from her as she absorbed your face as you moaned. 
"'tch.'" Quaritch clicked his Tongue. This invader of his time with you wasn't his responsibility. Her pleasure had nothing to do with him but he felt the need for her to feel good as well. He moved bending you beneath him as his hand placed
on the woman's shoulder. Neytiri's ears flexed out as she hissed at him and he hissed back before shoving her down rolling his eyes.
"over dramatic bitch." He muttered in English knowing you would be displeased if you heard him insult your friend.
Before Neytiri got a word in to cuss him out as well He was already guiding you on your hands and knees, your face hovering over her lower half. 
The woman's eyes widened as she wasn't expecting him to be willing to share you anymore than her feeling your pleasure.  Quaritch didn't give her a glance, going back to kissing and nipping at your neck and shoulders before he started a
slow rhythm, wanting to make sure you were fully enjoying yourself.
You moaned with Neytiri as both of you felt his dick sliding in and out of your walls, the dragg of this ridges along side your silky moist walls causing you both to shutter and moan. You smiled down at Neytiri moving to kiss her stomach and
remove her loincloth. Neytiri eagerly kicked it away and spreaded her thighs open to you, not ashamed of her appearance but confidently. You shuttered and melted as Quaritch began to speed up and you watched as Neytiri's ears twitched as
she moaned at the ghostly sensations of her own pussy shuttering. 
You looked for her for permission watching her nodd eagerly and you moved down slowly sliding your tongue through her folds. Moans leaving all of you once again and your walls clenched around Your mates dick causing Quaritch to
moan. 
You focused through your pleasure as you began to swirl your tongue around Neytiri's clit, softly sucking on it as you held her thighs for support as your mate plunged his dick in and out of your own quivering pussy.
The pleasure through the bond was almost too much for all three of you and you squealed as you felt pain spike from your ass cheeks.
A startled gasp leaving Neytiri as she tossed her head back moaning loudly. 
You shuttered as you felt Quaritch hand coming down again on your ass, smacking you at a nice roughness, your pussy clenched around him perfectly and you moved your tongue lower dipping it into Neytiri's entrance chasing a man leaving
your friends lips. 
You shuttered at both Quaritch and Neytiris pleasure through the Queues and you focused on moving your body closer to meet your mate with his thrusts as you licked and sucked on Neytiri's clit, fingers sliding into her pussy as your curled
them around her walls, feeling her pleasure spiked when you hit a more sensitive spot causing the woman to gasp and moan a hand grasping into your hair harshly as she bucked her pussy into your face. 
The sting of your ass as Quaritch smacked it again caused you to jerk forward a desperate mewl leaving you as you felt your body trembling under boths dominating pleasure. 
you were so close and both Quaritch and Neytiri felt it. Neytiri moved, pushing you back to sit up on your thighs, her hand moving to your clit, swirling it causing you to gasp and jerk, arching your body. Quaritch groaned a hand coming to
your throat squeezing as he fucked into your clentchinf cunt. 
Your eyes rolled as you felt the intensifying pleasure drip around you like large ocean waves building and building before they reached the shore to crash on.
Purrs moans and groans echoed around the hut and you squeezed your eyes shut as you hand found Neytiri's pussy. You didn't want to neglect your friend and you heard her moans.
Your free hand moved around Quaritch's neck , softly rubbing the base of his queue causing a staggering gasp to leave him.
The wave grew and soon it collided crashing through you all as orgasms rushed through you all.  
Neytiri squirted onto your hand and you squirted around Quaritchs dick as he cummed deep inside of your velvety walls. The shocks of pleasure spiked through you all as you all fell onto each other laying on the floor of the hut all panting and
wheezing. Mewls, Purrs and moans leaving you all as all three of you panted for air. Quaritch softly curled around you holding you gently and his other arm reached out to Neytiri offeringly.
He watched as the woman's eyes widened and he rolled his eyes.
"'Do you want to be held or not."' He snipped at her which caused her to growl at him.
You let out a groan.
"'How can you two still be bickering after how amazing this all felt?"' Your voice sounded so tired as you were growing exhausted from the pleasure. 
"'He is an asshole."' Neytiri hissed but yet she took the assholes arm coming closer to lay on his chest with you her eyes softly looking in yours as she felt the warmth and protection of the demon below her. 
"'Your a bitch."' Your mate snipped back and you groaned.
"'Both of you are acting like babies."' You bristled at them causing them to silent down. 
You felt your mate's hand softly begin to massage your sore muscles and you let out a moan of relief ears twitching hearing Neytiri doing the same. You opened your eyes to see her melting as Quaritch seemed to be working on a knot in her
shoulder. 
Your tail swayed as her eyes met yours.
"'See?"' You softly asked her and she made a face as if she wanted to be disgusted with herself, with your mate but she groaned as he drugged his thumb just right into that knot, getting it to go away.
"' I see."' She grumbled displeasing that you had told the truth. 
"'Maybe next time you'll knock before attacking someone guts deep in his mate?."' Quaritch queried amusement in his tone, causing Neytiri's to move her head to glare at him.
"'I am very close to your throat for you to be so cocky."' She warned and your mate rolled his eyes.
 
"'Someone wanna tell me what the hell is goijg on?"' 
 
The three of you all jumped, eyes flying open as you all sat up to see Jake standing by the door crossing his arms a brow raised towards you three an amused smirk on his face as his tail swayed behind him and foot tapped onto the hut. 
You and Neytiri froze as you bith tried to come up with a reasonable way to explain things.
"'I fucked both my mate and yours sully. What are you going to do about it."' Quaritch spoked, cockiness and playfulness left his throat and you watched as Jake began to stalk inside his tail swaying and ears perked up.  
"'Fuck them better than you obviously."' 
And you felt excitement shoot through not on your body. but Your friend Neytiri and Your mate Quaritchs body as well as all three of your eyes focused on Jake's grin, twitching ears as his hand moved to grab his queue.
"'Well I be damned."' Quaritch muttered.
Jake simply grinned as you all shuttered at him connecting his queue, Moans and groans echoing around you four. 
"'Seems like you had fun."' Jake whispered into his mate's ear kissing Neytiri's cheek. 
"I did, I'll have even more fun now you are here." She whispered to him.
You felt your mates hand on your throat and you looked up to see his loving eyes.
"'Ya know if yall just wanted to fuck us you coulve asked."' He spoked.
"'Shut up before you ruin it Quaritch."'

Translations
 
Même quand je suis installé, les Sully sont dans mon cul. : Even when I'm settled, the Sullys are in my ass.
 
Putain tu te sens si bien cupcake: Damn you feel so good cupcake
 

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Tu es tellement sale pour faire un spectacle pour ton ami. Je commence à penser que tu as fantasmé sur ce cupcake.: You're so dirty to put on a show for your friend. I'm starting to think you fantasized about that cupcake

Foursome

There’s someone targeting her, as well as framing her for murder, and she doesn’t seem to be taking it seriously. He’d asked to be contacted if she insisted on making her guarding officers disappear, and that’s how he learned she got rid of the
detail he’d put on her under the captain’s approval. He knew she was going to do that, and when she did, she left him no choice – even though a choice was made when he walked out the door of his house tonight.
His face is already known in this building. He has no trouble getting past the front door, rushing to check on her, but he would have broken in if he had to. He pitched in along with the rest of the unit to pay for her defense attorney. He
mortgaged the house once again to bail her out of jail – God forbid Olivia spends the night behind bars. And now, God forbid she spends the night alone, without any protection. There’s nothing he won’t do for her, but he needs her to
cooperate.
Elliot reaches her door, his finger on the doorbell as automatic as breathing while he stands just outside her apartment, waiting for her to answer. She doesn’t. He knocks instead. “Olivia!” His irises move frantically with concern. “Are you in
there?”
Nothing. He fumbles through his keychain to find her key; this is an emergency – some perp is out to get her, and she’s not answering her door. He makes as little noise as he can as he enters, scanning her hallway and kitchen: empty. Her
living room is dark and silent, no movement can be seen. 
But then he hears her voice. At first, he can’t make out any words or otherwise identify the sound she’s making, but it seems to be coming from her bedroom, to his left. He moves soundlessly past the kitchen, gun drawn – the situation calls
for desperate measures. He’s finally able to determine: it’s a whimper. She’s in pain. 
GOD. What if the perp is attacking her? God forbid, raping her? 
In his haste towards her bedroom, Elliot stumbles on one of the stools that outline the kitchen counter and knocks it over, almost falling in the process. He braces himself against the doorframe and decides to get in. Her whimpers increase in
volume, becoming cries, and he needs to defend her at all costs. 
Pushing the door in with his foot while his free hand gropes the wall for the light switch, he quickly diagnoses the scene before him, the light coming from the hallway, the window and a lamp on her nightstand enough for him to see it, hard as
it is for him to understand. 
Olivia is not being attacked. She’s just fucking her defense attorney. 
Elliot grits his teeth, and he knows the sour taste invading his mouth to be pure and utter jealousy.
Trevor Langan turns around, on his knees on Olivia’s bed, completely naked, but at least he has the decency to pull the comforter up to cover her before trying to cover himself. “What the fuck?” 
“Elliot, what the hell are you doing here?” Olivia’s eyes widen as she sits up, hugging the comforter close to her chest and starting to shake visibly. 
Just an instant. It was all he’d been able to see: her on all fours, moaning as god-forsaken Trevor Langan pounded into her, the faint shadow of two big spheres of smooth flesh hanging from her chest as she bounced along with him. Just so
much olive-skin showing for less than a second until it was all covered up and turned around, morphed into wide eyes and a quivering voice asking him what he’s doing here. What indeed?
He was the one to interrupt it, but a very small part of him wishes he could have seen more. The way she was groaning and starting to cry out… In the secret depths of his soul he had wanted so badly to find out what she sounded like, and now
he’d had a little preview, his body very eager to react to the newly acquired knowledge that her voice would drop or rise an octave depending on the stimulus. He’d give anything to be the one in control. 
But he did interrupt it, and now both of them glower at him, shock all over their faces, some kind of hope in Langan’s expression that there might still be a way that Elliot could just leave and allow him to continue. 
No fucking way. That is just not happening. 
“What the hell is going on here?” his own voice escapes his throat’s feeble grasp as he holsters his glock once again – not so much because he knows now she’s not in danger, but mostly because he fears he might give in to murderous thoughts
if he keeps it in his hand for much longer. He turns to goddamned Trevor Langan. “What the fuck are you doing? Get the fuck away from her!”
“Elliot,” he hears Olivia protest, her voice now firm, outraged even. “Go away!”
But at this point, he’s already pulling the lame excuse for a lawyer from her bed, and the son of a bitch is stumbling around, gathering his previously discarded clothes, a last, resigned glance at Olivia as he faces the fact that he will not be
allowed to finish this tonight. But Elliot’s focus is on her.
“Are you fucking serious?” He’s the one who should be outraged. 
She doesn’t reply. Yes, a part of her is offended by the interruption and especially by his presumptuousness, acting like he has any say on who she sleeps with. But a part of her is also ashamed. Are you fucking serious? That part of her had
been repeating that question over and over in her head from the beginning.
“You have no right to barge in like this…” Langan begins to say, but Elliot squints at him, unable to believe his ears.
“Do you really think this is what you’re getting paid for?” Elliot yells. “Your job was to keep her out of jail.”
“Last I checked, she’s far enough away from central booking,” Langan has the balls to say, even though he’s hiding them with clothes strategically wadded in front of himself.
Elliot just shakes his head with a ballistic smile and watches, as though from outside of his body, as his arm swings and his tight fist connects with motherfucking Trevor Langan’s jaw, actually dropping him to the floor on his ass.
“Elliot!” Olivia wails just as he registers the soreness in his knuckles.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Langan exclaims in a falsetto, propping himself back up into a standing position. 
“Get the fuck out!” Elliot hears himself scream, the words burning their way out almost satisfyingly, like a first sip of whiskey in reverse.
Next thing he knows, his hands are dragging the bastard out of Olivia’s bedroom, past her kitchen, the tumbled stool proving itself an obstacle yet again, and as he gets Langan closer to the front door, he takes in a few details he didn’t see
before, like the empty bottle of wine, the two glasses standing together on the counter, the closed folder, thick with undisturbed papers, undoubtedly Langan’s lame pretext for visiting tonight.
“You’ll pay for this, Stabler,” he mutters, his busted lip giving it special emphasis. He no longer resists, only tries haphazardly to put at least some of his clothes back on before being shoved out the door. “I’m not gonna forget this.”
“I don’t give a fuck,” Elliot spits out in the same effort in which his arm strikes the door to slam it shut. 
Olivia feels her whole body shaking as she scrambles out of bed and puts on her black satin robe, her mind on overdrive thinking about how this is not the way she thought tonight would go at all. She hadn’t expected Trevor Langan to show
up wanting to discuss her defense so soon after her arraignment, hadn’t anticipated the impulse that made her offer him the wine she was already having, and hadn’t foreseen the way the conversation would take a different turn pretty quickly. 
She certainly had not  predicted that she would end up in bed with him. She had never even considered such a possibility since, tall and handsome as he is – Trevor is a defense attorney, who sides with the scum she tries daily to put away. The
problem is that she  is the scum tonight. She’s already down low enough to be his client, might as well become his completely unethical, pity-driven, drunken, late-night fuck.
A soothing feeling Olivia can only describe as relief invades her as she hears Elliot getting rid of Trevor. As soon as her clothes had come off, she had already been strategizing how she’d make him leave after, and now she doesn’t have to
worry about that. She knows Elliot is acting like a world-class jerk, but she guesses she did the same when she got rid of the squad car he had ordered to be parked outside of her apartment building at all times out of worry for her safety.
Maybe they’re even now. 
She hears the door slam and his steps approaching the bedroom and she crosses her arms defensively, her stomach fluttering as she prepares for the confrontation. What is he going to do? Call her a slut? She tries to make her voice sound firm
as soon as he comes back into view. “Elliot, what do you think you’re doing?”
“What did you  think you were doing with that… That… scumbag?” he asks, regarding her with disbelief through the thin slits allowed by his eyelids.
 
She smiles with a dramatic hand to her chest. “Oh, you mean the scumbag you hired to defend me?”
He nods, gesturing at her bed. “Yeah, this  was certainly not part of the deal.”
Olivia takes a few decided steps until she’s standing mere inches away from Elliot. Her proximity and the way her robe hides her body in the most revealing way he’s ever seen leave his own no other option but to react immediately. 
“No, really. What are you doing here?”
“You ditched your security detail,” his voice not only doesn’t waver, but also lowers dangerously, sending goosebumps all across her skin.
She does manage to keep the challenge intact on her features, though. “I did, I don’t need a babysitter.”
Elliot runs a hand over his hair with frustration. “Goddammit, Olivia… Someone has it in for you, and we know they’re capable of murder.” 
Olivia finds it amusing that he’s willing to pay a fortune to release her from one prison, but wants to confine her to her apartment with guards outside, as well as decide who she gets to bring with her to her cell. It makes her furious, the wrath
boiling inside, well hidden under the gratitude she wishes she didn’t feel she owes him. 
Maybe it’s the possessiveness, the way he acts like she belongs to him but never really makes her his.
“Whoever they are, they want to see me in prison, not dead. They put a lot of effort into it, too.”
“Well, you’re out of jail,” he roars, exasperated. “They could try something else!”
She raises her voice, too, her anger poking holes through the surface. “Like a security detail was gonna keep them out. They didn’t even see Trevor coming in.”
“ Trevor  ?” Elliot snaps. “So you’re on a first name basis?”
He expects her to be indignant. He’s not expecting the bold smirk as she shifts her weight. “Why, does it bother you?”
Elliot’s glance drops to the opening of her robe, the v-shaped shadow cast on her chest, the beauty mark he’d never seen on her right breast neighboring the line of her cleavage, and for the love of God, he can see her peaked nipples through
the thin fabric. His Adam’s apple bobs drily as he stifles a groan. 
“I don’t trust this guy with you,” he deflects, his tone as neutral as possible.
Olivia smiles, spiteful. “I thought you did.”
His eyes travel further down, his gaze pointed like his reply as he measures how many inches above her knee the satin ends. “Not with this .”
Olivia’s body sets on fire under his scrutiny. “Well, who would you trust with this ?”
Elliot sighs, finding the way back to her face with difficulty. “Olivia…”
She scoffs and nods the last of her patience away, not at all surprised at how he has the guts to invade her bedroom, reproach her for the company she chose, and quite literally kick the man out, but chickens out at the first mention of his
ulterior motives for doing so. “Why don’t you just go?”
“I need to make sure you're safe,” he whispers, defeated, knowing all too well that she sees right through him, that his excuse, while legitimate, hides his jealousy just as poorly as her robe hides her figure.
“I am,” she states simply.
She glances back and forth between his eyes, almost pure pupil surrounded by two thin rims of blue, his stare black as night against the moonlight that filters through the blinds in luminous stripes. Without warning, the closeness she’d meant
to threaten him with starts to affect her, so she backs away. 
Studying her carefully, Elliot notices her movements are a little sloppy, her breathing a little erratic. “You’re drunk.”
“I’m not.” At least she’s not slurring her words: her voice is firm.
“But you’ve been drinking,” he gestures in the overall direction of the kitchen outside.
“I’m being framed for murder, I needed a glass of wine.” It’s amazing how much braver she can make herself sound from three feet away. “And that is none of your business.”
Problem is, the distance helps him, too. “More like half a bottle. Son of a bitch took advantage of you.”
“He didn’t, I made a move on him ,” she lies, watching closely for his reaction. “Better than staying here alone all night with a protective detail downstairs.”
I made a move on him . While her statement hurts his pride, it occurs to him she might have needed company with all that she’s going through. She doesn’t have any food in her fridge. She didn’t have anyone to take care of her when she got
sick or was accused of a felony. But still… “Why him?” he finishes out loud.
Olivia is almost touched at the hint of the pain in his expression, but her resentment still wins. And if he’s so jealous, why doesn’t he do something about it? It seems like all he wants to protect is the other side of her bed, make sure it’s cold
every night. 
“He was here; I was lonely,” she ends up volunteering sincerely. “Doesn’t mean he’s the one I would choose. Actually, I wouldn’t choose any of what happened the last couple of days either, but that’s where we are.”
He swallows, setting his jaw and puffing his chest. Like he knows the fucking answer before asking the question. “Who would you choose?” he asks on a whim. 
She glares at him, biting down on her lower lip. “Clearly, you think you know.”

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His eyelids flutter as he blinks; it’s his tell. When he’s about to admit to something, or when he doesn’t want to. When something hits him square in the chest. He knows she’ll never admit it, but for once, he wishes she would. “No, I don’t,”
his voice softens. “Tell me.”
It’s amazing how he expects her to just confess, and then what? He turns around and leaves, goes home to his wife? “There’s nothing to tell.”
Elliot remembers that he has nothing to lose here. He wants the truth and he can suddenly afford to demand it. He takes a step in her direction. “Did you tell the security detail to get lost knowing they would call me?”
It’s a full one-eighty: he’s implying she knew he was coming. That she wanted him to. “Cocky son of a bitch.”
“Did you, though?” he rumbles. Another step.
Did she? He’s getting closer, and she doesn’t know anymore. Maybe she wanted his phone to ring at home, maybe she wanted him to have to go check on her, get into a fight with Kathy. She keeps forgetting: she’s scum. Maybe she’s even a
home wrecker tonight.
She does her best to hide the outward indications of the flutter in her stomach and the increase in her heart rate and the way they’re currently under his control. “It must be really comforting for you to have me monitored while you do God
knows what back home in Queens.”
Elliot laughs wholeheartedly. “Come on, you and God both know I do nothing back home in Queens.”
That strikes a chord, a very dissonant one, because she knows the complaint that sex is inexistent in their official relationship is the textbook justification married men provide to their mistresses, and there’s nothing she hates more than the idea
of him being that kind of man, and her being that kind of woman. 
 
“Shut up,” she snaps, grabbing his arm to push him toward the door. “Go home. Your wife is waiting.”
“She’s not,” he protests, his body so overwhelmingly strong that he doesn’t need to resist much to make her efforts futile. “She said if I left the house to come see you, I shouldn’t bother going back. She knows.”
Olivia stills for a moment, her fingers still coiled around his upper arm. “Knows what?”
“I mortgaged the house for you, remember?” he smiles matter-of-factly. “She knows about it. She knows about everything.”
Her grip and her resolve loosen almost imperceptibly. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“How I feel,” he clarifies. “She knows, Liv! She fucking knows! She always knew.”
Olivia lets go of him and waves her hand dismissively, taking a step back. “Whatever.” 
The last thing she wants is to talk about Kathy – there are already three people in this bedroom, she definitely doesn’t need this to become a foursome, the stuff of nightmares. But she can’t help it. As far as Elliot is concerned, Kathy is part of
the package, no matter how much she tries to ignore it.
“Aren’t you listening to me?” he raises his voice again. “She’s leaving me. This was the last straw.”
She turns to face him with a sour grin, her voice louder with each word that leaves her mouth. “No, Elliot. I’m not that woman. The one who sits quietly at home till you come here and tell me it was the last straw and she’s finally leaving you
this time.”
“You know I’d never try that crap on you,” is his sulky, offended comeback. “I’m just telling you the truth.”
“Well, I don’t wanna hear it. I don’t care if she’s leaving you, and I’m sure as hell not hoping to become your consolation prize.” She curses herself for letting her voice break and her chin quiver at the end.
“Consolation prize?” he shakes his head slowly. “You’re the reason she’ll leave me. You always were.”
“That makes me feel so much better,” she quips, but when she starts to walk further away from him, he instinctively captures her arm.
“Langan is the only consolation prize here,” he says through clenched teeth. “Isn’t he?”
“Oh yeah? Why is that?” Olivia tries to challenge him, but when she can’t seem to look away from his mouth, she knows she’s answering her own question.
Elliot pulls her to him, his grasp on her arm so strong that she just knows it will be bruised in the morning. They collide into a kiss, mouths soft in contrast to the rough encounter of their bodies, a clash of love and anger, tenderness and
resentment, and their quarrel becomes physical. Their tongues waste no time, demanding entrance and arguing heatedly, each eager to get their point across.
Olivia wishes she could put up a fight and refuse him, but all of a sudden it’s out in the open that this is what she had always wanted him to do. He’s kissing her ferociously, not an ounce of hesitation, and she begins to understand that he
wants her just as much as she wants him. 
Their limbs interlock around each other, iron-clad until they can learn the exact amount of strength required to secure one another, until they tone down the extra effort fueled by each of the endless years those touches were held back,
imprisoned, deemed too guilty to see the light of day.
 
Elliot’s eyes are shut so tight that his forehead hurts with the strain of his muscles. He swallows Olivia’s throaty moan when his hands slide down her body and find the uncovered skin of her thighs, only to come back up, outlining her hips and
latching onto her waist under her robe, the motions undoing the unconvincing knot around her waist. 
Underneath, she’s completely naked. In more ways than just one.
“Elliot,” she breathes, a plea, or a warning, but all it conveys is a request for him not to stop, to which he’s happy to comply. 
His left hand goes further up to find her right breast, so full as it fits his palm. He squeezes her flesh, marvelling at her softness while she hums into his mouth. 
“Because you want me ,” he whispers, answering the question she already completely forgot she asked as he trails kisses along her jaw, neck and collarbone, challenging the black silk that still covers her shoulder. “I’m the one you should be
fucking tonight. Every night. When I saw him, I…”
Her nails scrape his back under his t-shirt and jacket, marking their path in red. “El…”
“I’ll show you…” he promises, thumbing her nipple. “I can make you feel good like he can’t. Like no one can.”
She brings her left hand to his chest, sinking in her fingertips as she draws the outline of his muscles. “And how the hell would you know that?”
“Because I know you.” He finds a sensitive spot behind her ear next, proving his point.
“As your partner,” Olivia reasons; if only her voice didn’t come out so breathy. “As a… friend . Nothing else.”
“Come on,” he pulls away slightly, smoothing his hands down her back again and letting them land on her backside. “That’s not all we are, and you know it. We know each other instinctively.”
He leans in to kiss her again then, and when she pulls him closer, she feels his erection through his jeans. “Not like this,” she mumbles between kisses.
“You wanna bet?” he chuckles smugly, breaking contact to remove his leather jacket. 
Licking his lips in anticipation as he reaches for her again, he slips his hands beneath her robe, gripping her shoulders and letting the garment fall the rest of the way down her arms and pool around her feet. He feels himself becoming
impossibly harder at the sight of her fully-naked body. “Liv… You’re…”
She doesn’t let him finish, shutting him up with a kiss, hugging him with her legs when he lifts her thighs off the ground to take her to her bed. As he eases her down gently, crawling on top of her, he’s fully aware that someone else was just
there – in a way, it feels like he still is. Elliot wants to take his rightful place, use his presence to erase the signs of anybody other than him, show her this is right, that he’s the one for her, even if the circumstances are a far cry from ideal. He
wants to expel the shadow of Trevor Langan from this bed for good.
He’s still fully clothed while she’s completely naked, and he feels powerful having all of her at his disposal like this. He’s raking her body with his hands and mouth, licking all her tastes, nibbling on all her textures, leaving his prints as his
fingers bite down at her every inch. 
Elliot knows he’s fooled himself long enough. Somehow, he’s been able to keep these urges at bay for almost twelve years, but tonight, finding her in bed with another man made him realize just how much he wants to own her. He can’t wait
anymore – to hell with the consequences. Everybody in the whole damn world knows his marriage is over; Kathy’s just making it official. 
Olivia is having some difficulty rolling up his t-shirt, so he sits up and takes it off; she bites her lip as she waits, and he’s never seen anything like it before. Her face, that he knows so well, but looking at him like this, desire burning in her eyes
as electricity hangs in the air. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” 
He bows down, reverently, kissing her left nipple before gently taking it into his mouth and suckling lightly. She closes her eyes at the sensation, still finding it pretty hard to believe she’s in bed with Elliot – that was always something that
belonged to the realm of impossible things, but then, so was being arrested and facing murder charges. For once, she feels like she’s allowed to want what she can’t have. For once, she feels entitled to Elliot just as much as he feels entitled to
her, even as Kathy’s shadow lingers somewhere above them like a cloud.
Any chance of coherent thought is interrupted when he swirls his tongue over her nipple: he wants her and she wants him. That’s all both of them need to know for now. He listens for the changes in her breathing for feedback as he flicks his
tongue back and forth, then tries a fiercer tug, lips and teeth combining efforts now, her gasp as his left hand fists around her other breast his reward. 
Her hands start working on undoing his belt and his jeans, but before she can unzip his pants, Elliot moves down along her body, kissing her stomach, the skin around her belly button on his way. “I wanna take care of you first,” he explains,
and for once, she enjoys relinquishing control. 
Kneading the skin of her legs, he bends down to kiss her inner thighs, all the way up to the junction between them. He touches her with his fingers first, and when he feels the wetness pooling, part of him feels jealous again, wondering just
how much of it actually belongs to him. He wishes he could punch Langan again.
The fleeting rage goes away when Elliot reminds himself that this is Olivia, the woman he has secretly wanted for so long. He has his fingers between her folds, and nothing else matters. He opens her to him and leans down to taste her, finally,
sliding his tongue along her engorged clit languidly, tracing her paths and swallowing her moisture. 
The tip of his tongue lingers on her bud, tapping it lightly while his lips suckle, and the combination has her helplessly writhing beneath him. He works with dedication, careful to keep his ministrations light and control her pleasure, intent on
avoiding her climax for as long as possible while keeping her torturously at the brink of it the whole time. 
As she squirms, her hand fists around his hair, and the word please  begins making appearances in between her vocal responses. He carefully penetrates her with one finger, the intrusion facilitated by the abundant wetness. 
“Elliot,” she cries, her other hand moving aimlessly across the mattress, her fingers curling around the sheets. 
He has his middle and index finger knuckle-deep inside her now, nudging her walls as he increases the speed, his mouth still relentlessly latched onto her most sensitive spot. 
“El, please,” she whimpers, no longer trying to hold her reactions back. 
“Not yet,” he rumbles into her, the vibration that emanates from his vocal chords almost enough to send her over the edge. 
Halting all motion abruptly, he crawls back up again, leaving open-mouthed kisses all over her until he reaches her neck. “The only way you’re coming tonight is with my cock buried deep inside of you,” he whispers, and she groans at the
suggestion. “Hear me? My cock. No one else’s. Tell me.”
“Tell you what?” Her hands are on the hem of his jeans; one of them sneaks in, grabbing hold of the rock-solid muscle of his ass.
He kisses her hungrily again, kicking his shoes off and rolling his pants and boxers all the way down. “That you want me,” he clarifies. His hands are back on her, spreading her legs apart as he lodges himself between them. She can feel him
aligning himself with her entrance next, barely touching.
“I want you,” she complies hastily, her voice faltering when she feels his tip sliding across her clit, stopping by her entrance, then sliding again. 
She can hear the smile in his voice as he sucks her earlobe softly. “Be more specific.”
“Come on, El,” she pleads, but nothing will convince him now. She needs to say the words.
“I could just leave,” he teases.
“You wouldn’t,” she growls, her nails digging into his back to keep him in place.
“Don’t test me.” He’s eyeballing the torn condom wrapper on the nightstand. “Tell me you’ll let me spill deep inside of you, like no one else can.”
He enters her just a little, making her eyes roll back as she arches into him. She knows what he wants: he wants to mark her as his territory. He wants to paint her with his colors, he wants to know he means more to her than anyone else – as if
she doesn’t make it obvious enough already. She doesn’t need him to brand her with his initials to know she’s his, but she doesn’t mind it if he does. 
“I want you to fuck me, El. With nothing between us, no condom, no wedding ring, just you and me.” 
He pauses, and when she opens her eyes to see why, she’s astounded to find out that the request she just blurted out without thinking is actually of crucial importance to her. Kathy hovers above them again, mutating from dark cloud to pouring
rain, soaking the bed to make her presence known. 
Elliot removes his wedding band, abandoning it, too, on the nightstand, next to the condom wrapper Trevor had torn with his teeth. Olivia hopes that will keep them both away.
“Nothing between us,” he whispers back, looking at her intently and finally driving into her, slowly but decidedly, both of them groaning together.
He takes his time, letting her adjust to his length, his thickness, as he claims her inch by inch. When he’s buried deep, he bends the rest of the way down and kisses her tenderly, registering the moment that they unite like this for the first time.
She caresses his hair and envelops him with her legs, nudging him with her foot to urge him on. He pulls out softly, then slides inside her again, a bit faster, both gasping in unison. 

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As the speed increases steadily, the slick sounds of their bodies connecting and their soft moans fill the room. Slapping her hips with his own at the best possible angle, Elliot fills her to the hilt time and time again in vigorous thrusts, his
jealousy coming back with a vengeance in the shape of the scene he walked into not long ago. 
“Did he go this deep?” he wants to know with urgency, pounding into her punishingly hard and slow.
“What?” Olivia comes crashing down as she realizes Trevor Langan is not completely gone yet. “Forget about him, El.”
“I wanna know,” he demands, hitting her forcefully again, his tip reaching her cervix. “Did he?”
“No…” she mumbles. 
If she’s being really honest, she wasn’t even paying that much attention to which spots Langan was able to reach or not, any memory of him obsolete right now.
But Elliot is not convinced. “Was he big like me? Hard like me?”
“Stop it,” she rasps, staring at him pointedly.
He intentionally misunderstands, pulling completely out of her. “Are you sure?”
“That’s not what I meant,” she complains, trying to bring him back, digging her heels against his ass. “Come on.”
“Turn around,” he commands, and she knows he wants to fuck her the same way Langan did. 
All she knows is she needs release, so she complies, standing on all fours, and the next second he’s pushing into her again, pumping hard, and she’s immediately crying out. He’s holding her hips so tight that she foresees a few bruises there,
too. 
“Who’s better?”  he asks. “Tell me, Liv.”
Maybe this is some sexist need to exercise his dominance, and he’s fine with it. Elliot knows she doesn’t owe him anything resembling exclusivity, he knows she didn’t until this very moment, but now he wants her to be his only, and he wants
them both to acknowledge it.
“Y-you are,” she gasps, tumbling closer to her climax. 
She’s telling him what he wants to hear, but the truth is she knows for a fact that he’s better than Langan or anyone else, and not because of how big or hard he is, how deep he can fuck into her. The depths he’s reached inside her can’t be
touched physically and remain unknown to anyone other than him.
He diminishes the pace, leaning forward with his chest against her back and bringing his hands up her body until each is holding a breast, her nipples intentionally caught between his fingers.
“I just wanna make you mine,” he says soothingly next to her ear, worried she might think he’s angry. He’s not. “All mine.” He was now driving into her lazily but vehemently, hitting her deeper each time. “Tell me you’ll be mine.”
Olivia has to concentrate to get the words out. “I’ll be yours,” she manages between whimpers.
“All mine?” he pulls out, then stills again. “Nobody else’s?”
“El, please…” she begs, but she knows that’s what he wants.
“Mine, Liv. All mine.”
“No one else’s,” she breathes, but when he grabs onto her hips to penetrate her again, she escapes from his grasp and turns around.
Confusion spreads across his features. “What’s wrong?” 
Olivia pushes him into a sitting position and moves to straddle him, determined. She reaches for his throbbing length, massaging it and running her thumb over the head carefully, making him grunt. 
“I can be all yours, El,” she says. “But you have to be all mine, too.”
He smiles, but she doesn’t budge when he tries to pull her down onto him. 
“All yours,” he eventually vows, finally realizing this is payback time – and that she means this just as much as he did.
She leads him to her entrance and sinks down, letting him fill her completely again, both groaning from the sensation, and when she proceeds to move her hips, unhurriedly up and down and in circles, he starts cursing under his breath. In
control now, she teases him further, clenching and unclenching around him.
He squeezes her waist. “Jesus Christ, Liv…”
She throws her arms around his neck and hugs him tight, never ceasing the sway of her hips. Kissing his shoulder, the column of his throat, his cheek, and his ear, she realizes she wants to mark him, too, claim him as her own. She’d never had
the right to be jealous of Kathy before.
“Does she feel as good as me?” she asks, more anxious for the answer than she would have anticipated. Kathy is in bed with them, and Olivia needs to exorcise her just as much as Elliot needed to do so with Langan. As he makes a long pause,
she slows down. “I wanna know.”
“No, she doesn’t,” he pants, trying to get her to move around him, and she feels drunk with power.
“Can she take you this deep?” she whispers, learning that, in addition to reassuring her, giving him his own medicine can feel quite rewarding.
“Not like you,” he confirms, brushing her hair with his fingers, and when his eyes meet hers, they’re bigger and rounder than ever, their brown color so innocent, so inherently good. 
Anyone who ever got to see those eyes would be able to tell she’s only capable of good deeds. No jury would convict her if she’d let them take a peek, but he knows she guards this precious, vulnerable version of them with her life. He gets a
sense of pride being entrusted with it.
“You’re not gonna regret this?” escapes her mouth, tears welling up.
Elliot stills her hips, cupping her face with one hand and supporting her back with the other. With a kiss, he pushes her slowly down to lie on her back, their intimate connection preserved as they once again find their initial position. 
“I’m not gonna regret this,” he says with conviction, holding her gaze.
There’s nothing left to lose now; she’s completely exposed. Elliot is inside her, and she needs Kathy to disappear from this bedroom once and for all. “Tell me you’re not gonna go back to her this time.”
“Never again, Liv. I swear.” He resumes movement gradually, taking control again to give her the certainty she needs. “I’m all yours now, remember?”
“Nobody else’s?” she moans, rolling her hips in sync with his.
He picks up the pace, both of them so close now. His voice is as confident as his rocking efforts. “Nobody else’s.”
Her orgasm overshadows his reply, her wail muffling it as her whole body shudders, and as she involuntarily clenches around him on her high, she triggers his own release, and with a grunt, he spills into her like he’s always secretly wanted to.
His thrusts subside until their only motion is the heaving of their chests, hearts thumping loud as they struggle to catch their breath.
Elliot nuzzles her neck as they’re both still coming down from climax, in no rush whatsoever. Olivia holds him close, contentedly caught beneath his weight. 
“They’re gone,” she mutters under her breath.
Elliot turns them around, careful to remain inside her, until they’re lying on their sides, facing each other. “Who’s gone?” he asks.
She holds onto him. “Trevor… Kathy.”
“Gone,” he repeats, getting used to the idea himself. This could be their life now. It will be; they’ve both promised. 
Elliot’s feathery fingers expertly travel all the way down Olivia’s body, sprawling on her lower back to pull her even closer, if that’s possible. They stare at each other, then close the sudden gap between their mouths. Her fingers curl around
the back of his neck while his hand comes to rest on the dip of her waist, his thumb caressing the side of her ribs. 
For a moment, they just kiss, aimlessly. He takes her lower lip between his, sucks gently, then lets her do the same. Over and over again, tongues resting from their endeavors and only making scattered appearances. It’s not a hurried kiss, not a
desperate one; there’s no urgency. They didn’t kiss like this before, and in a way, this feels even more intimate. It’s easier to open up without an audience. 
It turns out their bodies really do seem to know each other intrinsically, and they’ve settled their previous verbal dispute, eliminating the need for words. They’ve already got the basic communication down, but they have all night ahead of
them to figure out the details, now that no one else exists in this bedroom. 
No Langan, no Kathy. Even Olivia’s mysterious stalker and her fake murder charge disappear from their minds for now. They’ll be back out there chasing them all away tomorrow: tonight, they’re safe. All alone.

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