#Ralak smut

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Ralak te Sepwan ieyk’itan: Special Episode IV

Seed of Life

This is @zestys-stuff 's OC. All credits to this character goes to this beautiful, talented artist. Thank you again for allowing me to explore and create with him!

Masterlist ; Rut/Heat/Knotting Info

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Characters: Metkayina!Ralak (24) x Sully!Omaticaya!Reader (19)

Warnings: nsfw, fluff, angst, early pregnancy smut (will be forewarned before it happens), daddy daughter drama, Ralak being little rough because reader won’t stop teasing him, Ralak literally has blue balls, ball play, blowjob, brief thigh fucking, likely incorrect na’vi, teacher/student dynamics/roleplay, p in v, quickie, squirting, masturbation, dirty talk, sexual tension, age gap 

Disclaimer: This chapter entails pregnancy and sexual intimacy during early pregnancy. I include a warning directly before the smut happens in the case that you want to indulge in this chapter but aren’t necessarily up for the pregnancy smut. 

Word Count: 10k sorry

Requested: Yes || No

Author’s Note: thank you guys for always being so patient with me. i love yall too the moon and back <3 happy holidays and a happy new year! also, I’ve realised that I unintentionally decided that Kiri is not involved in this series (i dunno honestly, it’s just occuring to me that I’ve never really mentioned her before and it feels difficult to incorporate her at this point i suppose). It seems like we (reader) have taken her place in this au in regards to being jakes adopted ‘babygirl’ (nothing else though—no superpowers or anything loool).  

Synopsis: After telling Ralak that he's going to be a father, the reality dawns on you that you need to break the news to your own father.

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This pregnancy shouldn’t be much of a surprise to you, honestly. How could you not be? After such a breeding it would be a miracle if you weren’t pregnant. Yet the news wasn’t quite sinking in, even when Tsireya looked at you with wide eyes and spelled it out for you. But now that you’re walking towards the tsahìk, you’re faced with reality and it begins to sink in as you count each step you take. 

Forty-two…  

The words that rolled off the tarsem’s tongue echo in your skull.  

Forty-three…  

Etching themselves into the bone, leaving you with no space to deny the truth. 

Forty-four… 

“You are with child.” 

The ringing in your ears stops as your vision refocuses on the stone cold expression of the Tsahìk. Her voice is unfaltering and clear as it delivers the news to your ears a second time. Bowing to the taller woman, you sweep three fingers away from your forehead and turn your heel to walk away. But before you can take two steps she announces something that makes your ears stand tall.  

“A boy.”  

Her two harshly spoken words strike through your chest, a sinking feeling now brewing in the pit of your stomach. You stop dead in your tracks and lift your head that was once tilted down to your feet. Things become even more real, having you force down a wad of your spit to keep your vision from splitting again. You’re barely able to use your voice—your mouth partially open and your tongue rolling from the churn of your tummy.  

“Thank you, Ronal.” You manage to squeak a decibel or two over a whisper, dropping your head again to lock your stare to your feet before fleeing the now-crowding scene. You overhear the people murmuring the news as you scurry away to your marui pod.  

‘The forest girl expects the firstborn of the village’s best warrior’;  

‘She won’t make it out alive!’; 

‘Did you hear? She will birth the first of a new kind. A kind with demon blood’.  

If your legs could go any quicker, they would.  

A child grows in your womb now. A child for the man you love—Ralak. The man who deserves it most. You’re scared and excited all at once. Proud to bear a son for such a notable and fearsome man. But afraid of how your family will take to the news.  

This was your first month of being a mated pair, and you’ve already succumbed to your most primordial instinct to mate. And with what everyone is already whispering, you’re scared of much more than that. Is what they say true? Is this a risky thing? Will he be teased for being different? Will he be rejected from the clan?  

Does Ralak… even want this?  

You both hadn’t even sat down and spoken about the possible consequences of such a cosmic event—your synced cycles. What if he hadn’t meant all the things he said? Or if he really just couldn’t prevent the things that he did during his rut? How would he react if that were the case?  

Your mind is running at a hundred clicks an hour and your nerves are wringing your stomach that it takes the hot sand spilling through the cracks of your toes to make you realise that you’re already home.  

And there he is, in all his glory.  

Doing nothing other than sharpening his damn spear. Sitting on his knees, leaned back with his flexed abs and gathered brows, concentrating on his task—blissfully unaware of the gossip spreading throughout the clan. The sight brings serenity to the white noise in your head, leaving nothing but the crash of the waves and the splash of the ilus off in the distance. I  

Ralak’s ears twitch as he senses your presence, but he remains focused on the stroke of his whetstone against the blade. He can feel your apprehension from where he sits, and he can already tell what you’re here for. Yet he chooses to keep his appearance no less than stoic, but not enough to be intimidating.  

“Tanhì.” He hums low enough that you strain to hear him.  

“I need to speak with you.” You utter, wetting your dry lips with a quick swipe of your tongue. You stand there fidgeting with your fingers as you await a reply from your husband. It’s almost mortifying how silent this man can actually be. You see the slight tilt of his head and his ear perk up to listen closely. Taking this as your cue to speak, you try to find the words to say.  

How do I say this?  

Ralak is a simple man, perhaps it’s better to give it to him straight. An easy, ‘I carry your unborn son’, would do, right? You begin to gnaw on the dry skin on your bottom lip as you think. But his silence is really getting to you today. How can he sit there so… unbothered? Not even a glance thrown your way or an eyelash batted. Maybe you should just spit it out — ‘you got me pregnant’.  

“Hm?” He lets out a muffled grunt, swiping the whetstone against the spearhead. It sounds innocent. Like he’s just immersed in a task and couldn’t quite bring himself to completely stop. 

“We no longer need to prepare for my heat.” You blurt out, not even knowing where the words came from. You witness his spine straighten and him quickly stilling his movements.  

Little did you know his heart gallops at the speed of a direhorse, thumping wildly between his ribs as he prepares himself to finally hear you utter the words. Oh, how he had been waiting for your sweet voice to sing the news. But he realises that you seem to need an extra push to say them.  

“And why is that?” Ralak husks, still unmoving.  

You wait for him to turn around. To look your way. Something.  

But… nothing.  

“I’m pregnant.” 

Ralaks heart skips a beat and his breath catches in his throat. A grin spreads from ear to ear, so strong and wide that if you were really paying attention you would have caught the way his ears stand at full height.  

But you were too busy fighting the bubble of the blood in your thumping heart, trying to keep your frustration to a minimum. You had expected more. For him to turn around, at the very least. All you could hear was the da-dump and the silence between you two. Until you couldn’t take it anymore. 

Perhaps it’s all the hushed chatter from earlier or maybe it’s just the new surge of hormones and out-of-whack pheromones but you can’t help the burn of your eyes as they fill with tears.  

“So w-what? Not even a glance my way? You knock me up and have nothing to s-say for it?”  You choke back your heated tears of frustration, Ralak now huffing a vehement sigh. “You’re not even surprised, or—” Your blubbering is cut short by your husband's quick movement.  

Ralak instantaneously brings himself to his feet and storms over to you, towering over your petite frame. Now he’s peering down at you, dark, smouldering eyes holding the most intimidating gaze with you as he closes the distance between your bodies. He’s still damp from seeing to the ilus this morning that when your chest touches his cold, bare stomach, it hardens your nipples into stiff peaks.   

“Surprised?” He rasps, his large hand flying to your lower stomach, gently pressing into it. Heaving shoulders slowing as he steadies his breathing, Ralak lowers his head to brush his lips against the shell of your ear— 

“Do you not think I had every intention of putting this baby inside of you?” 

Hearing this spoken in such an assertive tone sends shivers up your spine—Ralak knows exactly how to handle you and your… sensitivity. He always has. Your tail sways uncontrollably behind you, earning a well concealed smirk from the giant before you. It’s always been one of his favourite parts of you, but now—oh, now he has a new favourite part of you.  

Your soon-to-be swelling belly.  

“I have known.” He admits through a whisper, smoothing his entire palm over your budding womb, planting a quick kiss on your temple. “Your scent… it has changed, tanhì.”  

“What?” You whisper, almost pulling away from his tender touches to look at him. “And you didn’t say anything?”  

“I wanted to hear you say it. I have been waiting… to hear you say it.” He’s the one to pull away this time, looking you deeply in the eyes. His free hand raises, using his thumb to wipe away a tear seeping from the corner of your eye. “Please. Do not cry.”  

You don’t even know what to say. Yet again, Ralak leaves you speechless—with trembling lips and a swelling throat.  

“And you are actually eating the payoang niktsyey [fish wraps] I cook.”  

“What?” You snort, letting loose a sudden, nasally giggle. You drop your smile and try to fix a serious expression on your face. “What do you mean? I always eat your payoang niktsyey [fish wraps]”  

Ralak laughs, his three fingers tucking hair behind your ear, “I see you throw them to the ilus, tanhì. I am no fool.”  

You laugh again, snotty-nosed and teary-eyed, sniffling when the uncontrollable giggling fit ends. “It seems that our son enjoys your cooking, ‘lak.” You bubbler with a wobbly smile, blinking harshly to clear your vision.  

Ralaks eyes bulge as they frantically search yours—a beaming smile spreading across his lips, his pointed teeth on full display. “Son?” He exhales softly, his left brow bone jumping ever so slightly.  

All you can do is nod, letting your wobbly smile morph into a grin. The tears come back like they never left, twice as much and even hotter than before. You swear you see Ralaks eyes gloss over too, glistering in the sunlight.  

Ralak sinks to his knees, coming face to face with your soft tummy. 

“My prrnen [baby]. My ‘evengan [son; boy child]. It is your sempu [daddy].” He whispers, heated lips slightly pressed against your silken skin. Chin tucked to your chest, you watch in awe, straining to listen to his hushed whispers. “I have wanted you for so long.”  

Hearing that—oh, how hearing that makes you feel. You feel warm inside, your heart so full all your earlier fears melt away. Ralak looks up at you, azure blue eyes filled with nothing but love and adoration—gratitude and admiration.  

“My sweet tanhì. You have made me the man I have always wanted to be.” He croons at you, planting a long, soft kiss on your stomach—eyes still locked with yours. “And I thank you for that. Nìt’iluke [forever; never-endingly]”  

And just like that, the butterflies you felt when you first laid eyes on this man come rushing in, flapping their wings at full force.  

“I am your mate.” You sputter out a little, tiny sob. “It’s what I-I am supposed to do.”  

Ralak stands up, holding eye contact with you the entire way.  

“You owe me nothing. It is an honour that you carry my unborn, y/n.” His hand leaves your stomach to grasp your hand, intertwining his thickset fingers with yours. “You will be a nawm [great] mother.” 

“And you will be the best father.” You choke back your sobs, struggling to get your words out. A comfortable silence passes, where you both immerse yourselves into one another’s touch. Until Ralak witnesses your expression morph into something of worry.  

“What is it?” He asks in a hushed voice, keeping his tone calm and cool.  

“Speaking of… fathers.” The column of your throat undulates when you gulp hard, “How will I tell mine?” 

Ralak swallows, too. The thought had crossed his mind a few times over the past week. He saw the answer as simple – tell him. Ralak holds a lot of respect for your father, looking up at him as a superior given his status and skill as a warrior. And although he’s slightly intimidated by your father, Ralak sees this respect as mutual—therefore, it should be returned. Surely, this will go smoothly if you both remain polite.  

Right?  

“We tell him. Together.” Ralak grasps your hand once more, giving it a gentle, reassuring squeeze, his heavy accent shining through now that he’s high on emotions, “I keep you safe. Both of you.”   

—— 

Both you and Ralak make your way down the shore towards the webbing of overlapping mangrove roots. Though you insisted on breaking the news to your family by yourself, he was adamant that he accompanies you. You couldn’t bear the thought of your father lashing out on Ralak, especially in front of the others. You tried to explain that to him, but he simply shook his head and tightened the clasp of his saya (knife sheath) on his hip.   

You make the trek by foot, wanting a little more time to think about what you were going to say, and he ensured to stay right behind you. Quite literally—looming behind you like some sort of bodyguard. Every na’vi you pass are quick to avert their gaze elsewhere when they see the giant you have as a shadow. They tried not to look to begin with, but it was a rare sight to see you two so close together among the clan.  

Their hushed whispers are kept to an absolute minimum but Ralak hears them nonetheless. It doesn’t bother him. Not anymore, at least. It used to bother him before he had met you—hearing the chatter of the gossip about his voluntary six year celibacy despite being the chief’s right hand man. And now that the murmurs entail nothing but his relationship with you, he could care less.  

But then he hears the indistinct mumble about the babe budding in your womb. It’s something along the lines of ‘it being some demon hybrid’. The comment alone has Ralak screeching to a halt, his head snapping in the direction of a stocky, young warrior in training. One that Tonowari had relentlessly urged Ralak to teach until he begrudgingly gave him a couple combat lessons.  

Ralak’s eyes narrow and sharpen, snapping down to shoot a threatening leer down at him. That's all it took for the stumpy na’vi to drop his head in shame and scurry away with his younger companions.  

Sensing that Ralak is no longer on your tail, you turn around, half-expecting him to be five steps behind. Instead, he’s right where you left him, with a reassuring smile and an extended hand gesturing you to ‘continue’. You return a light hearted smile and spin around, taking another step towards your family marui.  

—— 

“To what do we owe the visit?” Neteyam smiles as he greets you at the marui door, arms splayed out for a hug. You smile and slump into your brother, allowing him to envelope you in a warm embrace. “We haven’t seen you in what feels like weeks, sis.”  

“Because we haven’t.” Lo’ak adds, lurking behind his bigger brother, arms crossed over his chest with a grin on his face.  

“Hey Lo’.” You say in a low voice, smiling at him as you let go of your big brother. Ralak silently stands at the marui door, head awkwardly tilted in an attempt to fit himself in such a tight space. 

“Hey, sissy.” Lo’ak throws an arm around your neck, patting your shoulder a few times as he walks you further inside and away from Ralak. “What’s up with the shadow?” He doesn’t even try to quieten his voice as he nudges his chin in your husband's direction.  

You force a little laugh, unwrapping his arm from around your neck so you can inch away back to your ‘shadow’. You back up until you bump into his solid build, making a muffled thump when you collide. He steadies you by the shoulders, lidded eyes flicking down to check that you’re okay. He can sense your nervousness. 

“I–we… have something to tell you guys.” You begin, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. “Where’s everyone else?”  

Lo’ak’s eyes squint, brows furrowing as the gears in his brain grind twice as fast to figure out what you could possibly be calling a family meeting for. “No fucking way. Already?” He blurts out when he finally puts two and two together. Your eyes widen when they dart over to him, catching sight of the shit eating grin plastered to his face.   

Fuck, is this skxawng going to spoil it for me? You think to yourself, apparently loud enough for Ralak to hear. He squeezes your shoulders before sliding his hands down the full length of your arms and letting go. “Mawey [calm].” He breathes, his head still hanging low. You look behind you, tilting your head up to meet his comforting gaze.  

“Hey, babygirl.” Jake’s voice snaps your attention back down, having you look your father in the eye. His smile is as wide as his arms as he approaches you for a hug.  

“Dad. Hey.” You whisper, returning the hug and snuggling into his chest. You bask in the moment, lingering onto how things are now—before you drop the bomb on him.  

“I missed ya.” Jake chuckles, rubbing your back. He finally lifts his head and sees your ‘shadow’ hovering a little closer than needed. “Jeez, let her breathe, boy. She’s just huggin’ her old man.” Ralak keeps his head hung and takes a small but noticeable step back. Jake gives you a quick peck on the head as he begins to pull away. “What have ya’ been up—”  

Jake cuts himself short, leaning back in to smell your hair. His eyebrows gather when he recognizes the familiar scent. Neytiri has smelled similarly a few times before. Jake grinds his teeth, scrunched brows and narrow eyes giving away his current state of mind. His hands slide down your arms, gripping then as he looks you dead in the eye. “Y/n. You got somethin’ to tell me?” 

“Dad–” You swallow down the knot in your throat, already getting choked up.  

Jake's lips purse into a thin line as his death-stare immediately averts to Ralak. And for what feels like an eternity, nothing but silence fills the room. The tension in the air is almost suffocating. Jakes eyeing Ralak down whilst Ralaks stare is locked on the way he’s holding you.  

You glance over at your brothers. One’s obviously got it figured out, arms crossed, shaking his head with a smug look on his face. And one is completely clueless—poor thing. You look back at your father who is now seething, leer averted back to you as he exerts all his energy into being patient.  

“What’s going on? Guys?” Neteyam breaks the silence with a worried tone to his voice. His eyes bounce from person to person, until they land on his brother.  

“He knocked her up.” Lo’aks whispers harshly, not even trying to be discreet. Neteyams brows raise and now he is, too, staring at you. You feel all the blood drain from your face and suddenly you’re extremely light in the head.   

Mortified is an understatement.  

Everyone is clearly waiting for you to confirm it. But you’re having such a difficult time saying the two silly little words. The pressure is on now, you could even see Ralak straining to hold his tongue. You finally muster up a cowardly nod, and immediately your fathers grip intensifies, squeezing your arms firm and tight. He’s looking down at you with eyes of disbelief and somewhat disappointment, frantically searching yours to see if this is really the truth. You let loose a low hiss, wincing when you feel the pinch of his grip.  

Not even another second passes when you hear the slap of your husband’s large hands grabbing ahold of your father’s wrists.  

“She is pregnant.”  

A deep, but low growl rips from Ralaks chest. In other words, ‘never lay your hands on a pregnant woman’. Ralak dwarfs Jake as he inches in a little closer, grasping his wrists just firm enough to send this message.  

“Yeah. Got it, bud.” Jake returns a growl through his teeth and tightened lips. He shifts his position slightly, eyes flicking down to acknowledge what his son in law is trying to get across. Nonetheless, Jake stands his ground. “Get your hands off me.”  

Ralak tries to regain his composure, but his protective instincts have just about gone haywire. The urge to protect has never been so intense before. It’s like his soul knows that there’s just more to protect.  

More at stake. 

Ralak looks down at your fathers hands once more, silently making his point clear. He holds eye contact with Toruk makto whilst he remains unmoving.  

“Lak…” You squeak a warning to your husband, who only flutters his jaw as a response. Lo’ak and Neteyam are on edge, both concerned that their father has a grip on you, but even more so that Ralak has a grip on their father. They watch intently, trying to decipher if and when they need to intervene.  

To everyone’s surprise, Jake exhales harshly through his nose and gently pulls away from you, but wrenches his wrists away from Ralak’s grasp. “Sorry, kid.” Jake spits an apology, readjusting his position to be directly in front of Ralak. “Care to explain how this happened so damn quick?” 

“Dad!” You shout in disbelief, wedging yourself back in between the two.  

“You know what? Don’t even answer that.” Jake snaps.   

“You know you are really no one to talk! Where’s mom? Mom!” You go on the tips of your toes, leaning from side to side to look for her behind both the two male na’vi.  

“‘xcuse me?” Jake purposely blocks your view by bobbing his head wherever yours goes. “I am still your father and you will not speak to me that—” Jake steps to the left to avoid Ralak and walk towards you. Ralak quickly adjusts himself to be the wall between you and your father, not allowing Jake the chance to even finish his sentence. Ralak is now looking down at Jake with a stoic expression, trying his best not to come off intimidating or challenging in any way.  

All to no avail.  

“You got a problem with me, boy?” Jake grumbles through his clenched jaw, getting in Ralaks face now.  

“No. Only keeping my word, sir.” Ralak simply responds.  

Jakes brought back to the very moment he made Ralak give him his word. His word that he’d never let a thing happen to his baby girl. The night you completed your iknimaya. The night he granted Ralak the permission to mate with you.  

The night Ralak took your virginity. 

Jake stalls for a few seconds, taken aback by Ralaks behaviour but a little impressed at the same time. Jake's expression softens upon realizing that Ralak is just protecting his mate—just as he does Neytiri, especially during her pregnancies.  

But there’s no way in hell that Jake will be the first one to back down here.  

“Mom!” You call for her once more, hoping that she’ll swoop in and save the day.  

Neytiri rushes in, hand on her hip where she keeps her dagger sheathed—worry and concern etched into her features. She analyses the situation, taking in the scene of her own mate standing face to face with yours. She glances over at you, seeing the panic in your eyes and the hand on your stomach that you didn’t even know you had placed there. Slowly walking up to the two male na’vi, she places a firm hand on her mates chest, pushing him away from Ralak. “Ma’ Jake. What is happening here?”  

Jake’s pressing his lips firmly together, not wanting to say the words. He shakes his head a little, huffing through his nostrils before placing a hand on his hip. His other hand extends in your direction, as if he were pointing out the obvious. Yet he remains choked up and speechless, his hand falling to his thigh as he gives up.  

Finally, he mumbles, “Go on. Tell her.”  

Neytiri looks back at you, eyes trailing back down to your hand that’s mindlessly resting on your stomach as she awaits for your answer. You feel the burn of her eyes, yanking away your hand when it becomes too much. Being the daughter of Mo’at, a tsahik, Neytiri needed nothing more than a quick glance and sniff to know what’s going on. “Is this true?”  

“Yes, mom. It is true. I am.” You say in a defeated tone of voice. Ralak shifts himself, settling close beside you now rather than in front of you. He always had an even greater respect for your mother.  

Neytiri’s expression only grows softer, until there's no trace of concern left in her face. Her smile is downturned but her eyes are bright, glistening with joy as she pulls you in for a warm embrace.  

“It is a blessing from Eywa, my child.”  

She pulls away from you, now looking over to Ralak. Neytiri lays a gentle hand on Ralaks upper bicep, “Seykxel sì nitram [congratulations] .” Ralak signs ‘I see you’ to his mother in law, exchanging a light hearted smile with her.  

It was no secret that Neytiri longed to be a grandmother. Her days of children are over now, although she was expecting her eldest, Neteyam, to give her a grandchild first. But Ralak — Ralak is a remarkable, mighty warrior and hunter. The olo’eyktans right hand man, and undoubtedly the best fisherman in the village.  

In fact, Ralak was one of the first people Neytiri took a liking to after she adjusted to the way of water. She always felt that he was a good suitor for her daughter.  

“Are you kiddin’ me? It’s barely been two months!” Jake scoffs, shaking his head.  

“And a day for us, Jake.” Neytiri tries her best to keep a calm, but firm voice. “They are a mated pair, they are having a family now. It is Eywa’s will.”  

Jake quiets himself, reflecting on his harsh ways. He sighs, loudly. His eyes finally glance down to what everyone in the room has been looking at, now staring at your protective hand that mindlessly lay over your womb once again. He grits his teeth, averting his stare to the ground, eyeing the charred wood of the fire pit. His tongue clicks as he parts his lips, muttering— 

“I know… I know, alright? She’s just—” He looks up at Neytiri, then Ralak, and then you. “She’s my babygirl.”  

It’s his way of saying, ‘I just want to protect my family.’ 

“Dad. I am but—but I’m not your baby anymore. I’m not a kid.” You croak, finding it hard to hold eye contact with him. “Your grandson is the new baby of this family.”  

Jake tries to fight the way his eyebrows scrunch together, it was like hearing about the news of his firstborn son all over again. He exhales slowly, nodding his head and extending his arms to hold you. His warmth envelopes you completely, leaving no room for any cold or harsh thoughts and feelings to linger.  

“You keep ‘em safe.” Jake's chin presses into the crown of your head as he mutters the words to Ralak. Ralak had always had a hard time understanding Jake's native slang, but this he understood— loud and clear.  

“Always.” Ralak answers firmly.  

Your safety has been, is and will always be his number one priority.  

Jake nods once, squeezing you a little tighter before letting go fully. “Seykxel sì nitram [congratulations], you two.” 

“Thank you, dad.” You smile whilst Ralak bows his head. Neteyam and Lo’ak finally come over for their hugs, making a comment of their own as they release you from their grasps.  

“I’m gonna teach him everything I know.” Lo’aks grin is unnerving and a little sinister, giving away the trouble that he’s already trying to get your son into.  

“Please don’t.” You joke back with your brother, even though you’re being dead serious.  

Neteyam jabs an elbow into his brother's rib cage, disciplining him for his mischief. “Agh — do not worry, Uncle TeTe will keep him in check.”  

“Well, that’s a relief.” You say softly with a smile on your face, “‘Uncle TeTe’. I like that.”  

“Hey, don’t forget about ‘Uncle Lo’Lo’.” Lo’ak chimes in.  

“Eh. Doesn’t have the same ring to it, you know? What do you think, lak?” You jester, looking up at him to be met with a slight smirk.  

“Very… hiyìk [strange; funny].” Ralaks smirk pulls at his lips a little more. “But, at least it is not ‘ak’-ak’.”  

You swear you hear a little chuckle from everyone in the room. All except Lo’ak, who is staring at Ralak with a deadpan expression, arms crossed defensively over his chest. It feels like an eternity passes until Lo’ak finally booms with laughter, extending his arm out to Ralak, who gaily reciprocates and meets Lo’aks’ with a smack.  

“I like this bodyguard of yours, y/n. He actually has a sense of humour.”  

You let loose a scoff and roll your eyes, about ready to wrap this whole thing up and lie down in bed. It’s seemingly obvious, seeing that everyone is giving you space as they take note of your restless body language and bowed shoulders.  

“If you are tired, you should rest.” Neytiri advises, just as you feel Ralaks hand tuck under your arm to support your weight. “Your body is working hard right now.” 

“Yeah, mom. I think I need to lie down for a little.” You mumble, leaning into your mate a little more.  

Your family practically ushers you out, encouraging you to get some rest and to get off your feet. Ralak walks close to you on the way home, keeping with the pace you set to the tee — only intervening with a hand to your hip when necessary.  

And when you finally slump into bed, your eyelids flutter shut before Ralak can settle himself beside you.  

——smut warning—— 

You rouse to Ralak drawing the curtain of your marui, blocking out the orange hue of the last eclipse. It dawns on you that you’ve slept out most of the day. You didn’t even realise you were so tired to begin with.  

“You should have woken me earlier. I slept out the day.” You mumble, sitting up in bed and lightly kicking off the sheets.  

Ralak turns around, surprised that you’re awake. He curses himself under his breath; he was hoping to keep you sleeping by drawing the curtains but instead he did the opposite.  

“You needed to rest.” He says, making his way over to sit on the edge of the bed. “You have been more tired recently.”  

“Yeah?” You snort, “…and what else have I been, sir know-it-all?” 

Ralak chuckles, his eyes falling to your stomach. “…a little more hungry.”  

You smile a little, remembering his fish wrap comment from earlier.  

But then you witness his half-lidded eyes glaze over with something of… wanton. It takes a second to realise that they’re no longer staring at your belly. They’re staring at your tewng [loincloth]. More specifically, the mound imprinting it.  

It’s the way your pussy is being so tightly squeezed by the thin cloth covering it. It’s the one thing that Ralak can’t help himself from indulging in admiring. Then his eyes snap away,  unexpectedly meeting yours. The stare he’s giving you has your thighs rubbing together and your lower tummy tingling.  

“…a little more tempting.” His voice is thick like honey, laced with lust and arousal.  

In every way. From the way you fill out your top more, to your scent—you’re becoming more  

irresistible the farther along you progress. Your heart beats a little harder between your ribs as you swallow the saliva pooling in your mouth. His lecherous gaze is fixed, blue eyes piercing into yours. It’s been too long since he’s been inside you that it aches.  

But he’s been patient.  

Especially since the day he figured out you were pregnant. With the way you smelt he found it hard to keep his distance at times but nonetheless, he did it. But the truth is that you haven’t had penetrative sex since your cycles synced.  

To be clear, he took care of you just fine.  

Tending to your needs whenever you initiated intimacy with him but he never took it further than his fingers and mouth. After seeing you so battered by his own hands he found it hard to put you in a position that could garner a similar result again.  

For a while, he lost trust within himself.  

That he no longer had the capacity for self control. Not only did he feel like he didn’t deserve it, but he never expected you to return the pleasure either. He had already taken you on his own terms. Repeatedly.  

Ruthlessly.  

So when you ate one to many of his payoang niktsyey [fish wraps] — when the new earthiness of your scent wafted past his nose — he knew. He knew it stuck. He knew your womb swelled with his child as each day passed. And the urge to protect only swelled with it.  

He became even more gentle with you. Handling you with care when your skin softened and your hips became a little fuller. Ensuring he had excess when he cooked. Weaving an extra thick blanket for you to sleep with when he was off on duty with Tonowari.  

It ached most when he’d come home just to see it kicked off onto the floor, with you on your stomach and your leg propped up just right. Your loincloth would always shift to the side, just enough to expose plump folds that innocently peek through the seam of the thin fabric. Fuck, it more than ached. It made him tender. Throbbing in his own tewng.  

Just like now.  

He dares not to break the steady, intent stare. Or else he may steal another glance at the softness between your thighs. But he can see in your eyes that you feel similarly. You always give him that look before doing something ‘troublesome’. You break eye contact first, your eyes now landing on his tewng.  

Fuck. 

Your eyes widen a little when you catch sight of the growing, thick bulge in his loincloth. Your gaze locks onto it, taking in every detail. From the thick stripes on his thighs to the way the twine of his loincloth is cutting into his v-lines. You can even see the outline of the crown of his cock.  

His stomach rises and falls from his uneven breathing, and his abs pop out one by one as he leans further back—supporting his torso with his arms behind his back. He was never shy about his body, and he certainly isn’t now.  

“Then, why do you resist me?” Though it's a question, it doesn’t sound like one when the words drip off your lips. Your voice is soft and feigned with innocence, yet you're shuffling to get on all fours to crawl over to him. You truthfully don’t care for the answer, you knew that it would be the same old song—‘he doesn’t want to hurt you’. 

“I hurt you.” He says coldly—simply, glancing at the fading scar on your shoulder as you settle yourself on your knees beside him. He watches as your hand finds purchase on his knee, and slides up his thigh. “And now that you are with child… I—haah”. He’s cut short with a shaky breath and slight jolt when you cup his bulge with a bit of force. He looks down at your hand, dainty and slender, barely grasping half of what’s under his tewng.  

“You worry about me too much.” You mumble, more focused on the speed at which his cock pulses at. “Yet still, never yourself.” You feel around, sliding your palm up and down its length, earning a rough exhale from Ralak in return. His lidded eyes dart back over to you, taking in the sight of you almost bent over his lap.  

“That so?” His voice is thick and gruff.  

“Mhm. ‘m always telling you that, aren’t I?” You hum softly, slowly moving your hand further down between his legs, firmly cupping his balls. They’re heavy in your hand, hot to the touch and— 

Eywa. 

“They’re swollen.” You whisper breathlessly, your glossy eyes meeting him with concern. They dart back to his crotch, your hand now fumbling with the twine of his tewng, hurriedly trying to unravel the knot to get the suffocating fabric off him. 

“‘tis fine.” He winces as he spits out the words, watching you pinch him a little while struggling with the taut material.  

Ignoring his words, you continue with your task, a bit more gently now. And when the knot comes undone, the twine falls off his hips and the tewng loosens with it. You tug it off him and see that they’re not only puffed up but also darker in colour. They’re firm and pulled close to his body, perfectly round and stripes well-defined.  

Shamefully, it turns you on to see his balls so full.  

Just the thought of them being so swollen with his seed that they’re aching and throbbing to empty themselves inside you—fuck, it’s making your teeth grit. You sit back into the dip of your feet and stare as your breathing becomes heavier. The more you look the more you realize that they’re pulling tighter and tighter towards his core. You look up at him, a little surprised. Your arousal is etched into your features and it’s more than obvious in your body language. You want to know how they’d feel in your mouth. How they’d taste.  

If they’d even fit.  

Without another passing second you bend over his lap, tail high in the air and legs spread—the overpowering scent of your arousal filling the air. You shove your face between his thighs, inhaling deeply his musky scent. You let out a breath of desire, one that sounds nothing short of pleasure and satisfaction. He smells too good. You can’t help yourself but give his firm balls a quick, kitten lick. The giant above you holds back his chuckle, finding your behaviour cute and honestly a little amusing. Feeling like the butt of a joke, you firmly grasp his length and tug it upwards, causing his balls to pull even tighter.  

“Y/n.” He hisses your name, adjusting his legs to rid himself of the strained feeling. You wet your lips with a quick swipe of your tongue, and press your cheek against them. They’re hot—heating up a degree higher the more you tease him. Just as you pull your cheek away and manage to fit one of them into your mouth, his hand flies to the back of your head, balling your hair into his fist.  

“You need not to—” your tail curls and the tip of it tickles against his chest, “—haah…do this.” Ralak huffs out a sigh of frustration it seems, looking down at you with somewhat of a predatory leer. You pop off with a pwah, catching your breath and turning your head.  

You both share an intent stare with one another, one that feels more challenging than anything. He’s insistent that he’s undeserving of this, and you’re insistent that he must be taken care of. His grip loosens on your hair, until he lets you go completely.  

“Shh…shh.” You shush him, eyes narrowing as they remain locked onto him. You slowly slide off the bed one leg at a time, sinking to your knees and settling yourself between his legs—now looking up at him with doe-eyes. The sight before you has your heart palpitating, just like the sight of your face so close to his cock has his jaw clenching.  

Ralak quiets himself by locking his jaw, waiting patiently to see how this unfolds. It’s the first he’s seen you in this position, on your knees, between his. His cock twitches in excitement as clear, thick beads of precum begin to roll down its length. You swallow thickly at the sight, wrapping your dainty fingers around its girth to pull it close to your flushed lips.  

Ralaks ears flutter and his eyelids grow heavy, his chest heaving as he shifts his weight to the palms of his hands—sitting up.  

You open your mouth, strings of your saliva connecting your lips together. They break when you lower your head, taking the mushroomy, glistening head of his cock into your mouth. It’s mostly sweet, and a little salty too. The corners of your mouth sting as you accommodate his thickness, and you struggle to open your jaw wide enough to take him further into your mouth.  

His head dips forward, eyes slamming shut when he feels your wet, warm tongue press against the underside of his cockhead. His hand flies to your head again, gently cupping the back of your skull as he lets out a strained breath.  

Muffled noises vibrate through your nose as you swipe your tongue side to side against his head. It throbs against your tongue each time it hits that sensitive spot right down the middle. You suckle and swipe at the same time, using your hands to pump the rest of his length until you're grunting and snorting for air. You come up, gasping to fill your lungs.  

His hand quickly slides from the back of your head to cup the swell of your cheek. His calloused thumb swipes at a bead of saliva rolling down your chin and pops it back into your mouth. “What are you doing, my tanhì?” He whispers the rhetorical question, ensuring his voice is calm and gentle. It sounds as if he’s given up—given in.  

Without answering, you take him back into your mouth, locking your jaw once you open it as wide as you possibly can. You stick your tongue out as far as it’ll go and look up at him with eyes that begin to water. He looks down at you with a concerned expression, which morphs into one of astonishment. Your head goes lower and lower, taking inch after inch of his cock down your throat.  

The tears in your eyes finally spill over, and your nose begins to burn. Half of his length is down your throat and you can barely breathe, but the more his face grimaces from how good you feel around him, the more of him you urge yourself to take. You hold onto his hips, using them as leverage to shove more of him down your throat.  

“Hnng. Easy.” He groans roughly, pushing back against your shoves. “You are pregnaaah—mmn, you will make yourself sick, tanhì.”  

Lifting your hand from his hip, you smack away his hand and take him full hilt, his cock hitting the back of your throat, making it bulge. You stop for a second, slowly inhaling through your nose to focus on not gagging. You try moving the back of your tongue, slowly stroking the rest of his length with your hand.  

“Ah, shit.” He exhales shakily, his eyes rolling back before squeezing shut. He looks focused, like he’s concentrating on not cumming down your throat right then and there. Lips parted slightly, each breath he takes becomes louder and more raggedy. His thigh muscles tense up and his legs spread a little more, his hand finding its own way to the base of your kuru.  

Chest swelling with pride, you begin to bob your head and coat his cock with your sticky spit. The more slippery it gets the harder he has to fight back his choked grunts. The grip he has on your kuru is tightening, as if he were preparing himself to pry you off his cock before he fills your throat.  

Suddenly, his head sinks back and his jaw clenches—hard. You could feel it. The way his cock twitches. The way it’s heating up. The way it’s swelling in your mouth. Gurgled noises are escaping past his lips, and he purses them tightly together in attempts to keep himself quiet. His core flexes, and his hips start to stutter. His whole body jolts from how sensitive he’s getting, and finally he thrusts into your mouth, the pointed tip of his cock slamming into the back of your throat. 

You silently gag as his hips stammer into you and he’s fucking your throat in frenzied little movements. He’s trying his hardest to be as gentle as he possibly can.m, but your throat is so soft and tight around him. You swallow around his cock as you try to take a breath and suddenly his erratic movements still. 

“Y/n.” He lets loose a dying groan as his head slumps forward and his inebriated eyes struggle to open.  

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

His voice is gravelly and thick with restraint. You love to see him like this—hear him like this. You can’t help the wandering hand that’s making its way down to your soaked tewng. You try to touch yourself through the fabric, but have a hard time finding your clit with it covered like this. Exasperated, you shove your hand under the band of your loincloth and use all four fingers to rub sloppy circles into your puffy clit.  

Ralak is too immersed into this to even take note of your desperation. He’s too desperate himself. And if you don’t stop now, he really won’t be able to help himself. He begins tugging you by your queue, trying to pry you away from him. With each hasty swipe of your fingers you suck a little harder, as if you were trying to match your pleasure with your mates’. He pulls at your kuru even harder but you’re unbudging, firmly holding the base of his cock as you relentlessly suckle on the most sensitive part of his tip.  

“Stop.” He growls out of breath, finally looking down just to be tipped close to the edge by the sight below him. You look dumb and fucked out with his cock stuffed in your mouth, broken moans vibrating against his length as you franticly touch yourself.  

Finally, he yanks you off him with one swift, hard tug, his cock slapping his stomach when it pops out of your mouth. You land on your behind, legs spreading wide open as your fingers work away at your now throbbing clit.  

“Why? Can’t handle it?” You taunt him between pants and breathy, hoarse moans. Rather than answering he looks down at you with a cocked brow, kuru still in hand. Both of you stare at one another, shoulders and chests violently heaving as you both pant for air.  He’s raw and pulsing, twitching from the heartbeat in the crown of his cock.  

It's suspended mid air, jumping from how insanely aroused he’s left himself. Sticky beads of precum constantly roll down his shaft, one after the next and his balls are throbbing too. You get back on your knees and lunge for his cock again, tongue darting out to have another taste. He pulls you back, his hand still having a firm grasp of your kuru.  

“Is this what you are like when you have been bred?” Ralak huffs, a little taken aback by your lewd behaviour. His gaze shifts to your pathetic attempt to make yourself cum, and a smirk spreads across his lips. “So desperate.” Your silence has his brows scrunching together and him yanking your head back so you’re looking up at him. A growl rumbles in his chest as he slowly rises to his feet, bringing you to your knees with him—his hung cock swaying directly in your face.  

A smug little smile pulls at your lips when you realise you’re riling him up. You witness his jawbone flutter, his ears laying flat against his skull. He just wants to stuff his cock back down your throat to teach you a lesson. Instead he shoves your face into his crotch, your nose burying itself into the space between his cock and balls. He holds you there for a few seconds, just long enough that when he finally pulls you away you suck in a tiny gasp of air.  

Ralak sighs a low, lengthy breath, forcing himself to regain his composure. He can’t understand how such a little thing can be so feisty. To act as if he couldn’t pin you down and take you without a scuffle. Truthfully it only makes him even harder. It only further proves that you are really the woman for him.  

Slowly bringing you to your feet, he keeps your face pressed to his body so that your bottom lip drags along his torso as you make your way up. Your hand is still stuffed inside your tewng, slick fingers working hard to find their way back to your clit. With his free hand he grabs a hold of your hip, and steadily backs you up against the wall.  

When your back hits the wall, a shaky breath is expelled from your lungs. He lets go of your kuru and rips your hand from your tewng. He then wedges his knee between your legs, putting pressure on your clit, making it flutter uncontrollably. His movements are quick but gentle, filled with purpose and desire. His eyes dart back and forth between yours as he searches them, his face just inches away from yours.  

“Answer me, little one.” He whispers into your mouth.  

“Yes.” Your answer is breathy and short.  

Ralak heaves a heavy sigh.  

“I am trying to be gentle…” He speaks the words through gritted teeth, using both hands on your hips to spin you around to face the wall. He lowers his head until his lips graze against the tip of your ear. “…but you make it so hard for me.” He growls, using the perfect amount of force to pin you against the wall with his body. His large hand swiftly moves to your lower stomach, cupping it to act as a protective barrier between the wall and your budding womb. 

“No need to be. I can handle you just fine.” Your lips are pressed tight to your teeth, face flush against the smooth surface, making it hard for you to speak clearly. “Pregnant or not.” 

Ralak chuckles.  

“Is that right?” He speaks in an almost condescending tone, hurriedly tugging down your loincloth just enough to get access to your cunt. Without warning, he bends his knees a little to align your pelvises and then shoves his cock between your slickened, warm folds. “Oh tanhì, you are soaked.” His voice quiets down into a hushed whisper, “All from sucking my cock?”   

A mewl splits your lips just as all the blood rushes to your face, staining it a bright pink. Your pussy clenches around nothingness only causing more of your slick to ooze on his cock. Your breath turns shaky, tail swishing wildly behind you. You can’t move even if you wanted to. He’s got you pinned down, quickly reminding you of his strength. And had it not been for his hand on your abdomen you would be completely plastered to the wall and taken on his terms.  

“Tsk-tsk…Have you no shame?” Ralak tuts, holding you still. “Or must I give you a lesson on self-restraint?”  

Despite his cockiness you can sense the urgency in his body language and in his voice. You can feel it in the way his hips stutter, as his cock slides back and forth between your pussy lips. His own desperation. The desire to be inside you. The need for release.  

“Go on then, karyu.” You moan softly, causing his grip on you to loosen for a millisecond. Hearing that name brings a feeling of nostalgia. Of lust. You push back into him, your slippery hole trying to suck him inside with a few quick movements of your pelvis. “But I know you’ve been desperate… desperate to fuck your numeyu.” 

“Oh, little one.” His chuckle is dark and depraved, his protective hand stiffening as if he were preparing it for what's to come. “Yet you are trying your hardest to take me inside you.” He licks your ear lobe to tip, whispering, “so cute.” 

“Fnawe’tu [coward].” You mutter under your breath, steadying your feet to ground yourself.  

Ralaks ears flicker and stand tall, then immediately lay flat to his head—his brow cocking in astonishment. His smirk grows wider, the heat in his chest spreading to his extremities. Now that pushes him over the edge.  

“Say that again, numeyu.” He challenges you in a growl, angling his hips so his weeping cockhead prods at your entrance. He ensures not to let the buck of his hips win, keeping you empty and yearning.  

“Haah… afraid to take what’s yours.” You purr, rising to the tips of your toes to try sink him inside you. “Fnawe’tu—” 

Smack. 

The sound of his swollen balls making contact with your puffy clit is almost as loud as your broken gasp. You smile open mouthed as he holds his position balls deep inside you, firmly pressing the tip of his cock into your cervix. He’s grinding his back teeth, digging his chin into your shoulder to quell the rumble of his chest from how tight you’re squeezing his cock.  

You whine from the fullness of him stuffed inside your cunt, his unmoving hips sending a clear message of dominance. He’s hunched over you, body weight pinning you mercilessly against the wall, hand over your womb to keep your unborn safe—as promised. Still being gentle enough.  

But you want him to lose it.  

To fuck into you like he were in rut again. To use your pussy like a fucktoy to satiate his own greed and self pleasure. He deserves that much, for being such a competent and loving man to you. Yet it seems the only way to bring that out of him is to play dirty.  

“Fnawe’tu [coward].” You repeat shakily. 

Smack. 

Another deep and hard thrust into your sloppy cunt. He lets loose the rumble in his chest this time, bearing his canines and putting most of his weight on you now. Lips pressed tightly together, your whimper is muffled and outright pathetic, pinched brows giving away the pleasure rippling through you. Still, he remains unmoving, undeniably making it clear who has the most leverage here. But that doesn’t really matter to you—you’re getting what you want, one way or another.  

Right?  

“Voìk si, little one [behave].” Ralak hisses, fighting the inner conflict within him.  

“Haa—” Your laugh that follows is a little sinister, open mouthed and smug. Hands pressing into the wall you push off its surface, sinking him deeper inside you. “No.”  

“Alright.” His voice is husky, thick with confidence and temperance.  

With a rough, quick tug, his cock slips out of you with a squelch, hanging freely between his legs. Your slick mixed with his precum slowly dribbling off his tip and onto the floor between your pointed feet. You fall to the flat of your feet, panting and whining from the sudden emptiness.  

“W-Wait.” You squeak, hastily getting back on the tips of your toes to stuff him inside you again. “Please.”  

“What was that?” Ralak asks, voiced feigned with innocence. “A little louder.” 

“Please.” You barely whisper, backing up on him.  

“Come now, tanhì.” His hand slips from your hip to grip his cock. Giving it a few strokes he teases your cunt with his cockhead and you instinctively shimmy down. Hips snapping back to prevent you from taking him inside, he dips his head so his mouth is next to your ear and husks, “You can do better than that.”  

“Please!” You moan loudly in desperation, reaching down to your knees to unfetter yourself from your tewng [loincloth].  

“Please, what?” Ralak spits the last word through pursed lips, ready to give you exactly what you want if you just ask for it nicely.  

“Please put it back inside.” You beg pathetically, finally getting the knot of your tewng undone. “Please, fuck me.” 

“Ahh, there’s my good girl.” Ralak praises you with a grin, sinking his cock into your warmth at a leisurely pace. His breathing stutters for every inch that penetrates you. “Was that so hard?”  

“Fuck.” You moan in relief, spreading your legs wider. He’s tamed you and he knows it. “No.” 

“No…?” Ralak says it like a question, hissing when he bottoms out in your cunt.  

“No, karyu.” You answer coyly, voice faltering from the pressure of his cockhead pushing into your cervix.  

“Agh—haah” Ralak lets out a gruff grunt in response, his hips now snapping back and forth out of his control. He’s huffing and puffing next to your ear, pumping his cock in and out of you in a frenzy of need. Swollen balls repeatedly slapping against your clit, it’s almost impossible to hold back the gurgled noises escaping your throat.  

“Fuck—so—fuckin’—deep—fuck.” The curses are punched out of you as he relentlessly smacks into you again and again.  

“Lì’fyaz [language.]” Ralak chides in a growl, hand slipping down to pull back the hood of your clit—taut.  

The continuous sting of your clit has your legs shaking and the way his cockhead is repeatedly stimulating your sweet spot has your eyes rolling back into your head. It’s almost too much all at once yet you yearn for more. Your cunt clamps down around him, especially when the tension becomes so tight you feel your stomach double-knot. Ralak hums when you tighten around him, only making him rut harder into you.  

Pulling back, he glances down at you sucking him in, your tail curled tight to your back and his cock plunging in and out of your pussy. He can see just how tight you are as your pussy walls grip his girth mercilessly. And with the protective hand on your abdomen, he can feel each thrust against the palm of his hand. It makes his chest swell with pride— 

You carry his child yet still take him so well.  

“Oeÿa tsantu [my good girl]” Ralak slips into his native tongue, panting in an accent as thick as tree sap. “Oeÿa numeyutsyìp [my little student]” 

Ralaks cock heats up inside you, heating your core along with it. It’s the same familiar sensation you feel before he provides you with your release. The feeling that keeps your eyes squeezed shut and breath shallow. He knows your close and slows his thrusts like he usually does, fucking you a little harder rather than faster, angling his pelvis so he’s right in your swelling g-spot.  

Your hands fly behind you, grasping at whatever’s available as your orgasm washes through you. You gush all over your thighs, cum dribbling down your legs to your feet, some spattering on Ralak as he fucks and holds you through your high. It’s sudden and uncontrollable, leaving you sputtering out nonsense and your legs shaking violently beneath you.  

“There it is. Good muntxate [wife].” Ralak huffs with a smirk, relishing in the quick, feverish flutter of your cunt on his cock. His voice is shaky from his uneven rhythm now that he can finally allow himself to finish too. “Love—hng—when you cum for me, you—ahh, haah—know that?” 

He begins grinding to you, shoving you further into the wall as he focuses on his own climax. He uses his feet to kick your legs closed, and pulls out of you, stuffing himself between your thighs. He’s groaning and growling, hunched over you with bent knees and flushed, flattened ears. Skin slapping against skin, he humps at your thighs, thick cock sliding back and forth over your still pulsing clit.  

His cockhead continuously pokes out between your folds, tip oozing and oozing with precum. Both his hands fly to your hips, gripping them with force as his thrusts become almost violent. You struggle to keep yourself standing as his hips smack into you repeatedly, your body jolting with each thrust. He gives you one last, harsh thrust, holding you still against him as you feel his cock throb wildly between your thighs. You look down to see his huge load shoot out in thick, white ropes. He’s grumbling behind you, giving your thighs an extra few uncontrollable thrusts as he peaks in his high.  

Finally you fall to the flat of your feet, his arms instantly snaking around your waist to support your weight entirely.  

“I told you no taunting, tanhì.” He’s referring to the time he opened up about his first rut, “Next time, you ask nicely. Tslam? [Understand?]” Ralak says breathlessly.  

“Sran, oeÿa karyu. tslolam. [Yes, my teacher. I understand].” You blubber, fucked out and jaded.  

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[neteyamsyawntu]

Kinktober 31

A / B / O

Ralak x Reader x Neteyam

PART 2 of THREESOME

✨Friendly Disclaimer: The content of this story contains aged-up characters! If this is something that makes you uncomfortable, please feel free to click or scroll away. The last thing I want is for anyone to read something they are uncomfortable with, however if you decide to interact with any negativity, you will be blocked from my blog as a result.

Warnings: 🔞MINORS DNI🔞, use of aphrodisiac, dom!Ralak, dom!Neteyam, Oral fem receiving, vulgar language, dirty talk, P in V, Oral Male receiving

Art and Ralak both created by @zestys-stuff

“You have not even proved yourself a warrior of our clan- she is not yours to take.”.

Your head quickly snaps to look behind you as you take in Neteyam’s angered expression at Ralak’s words. His slim tail whipping behind him, the hair on its tip flared, as his lips pulled back to reveal his fangs, a low hiss emerging from his vocal cords. “That’s enough, both of you!” In your best efforts you attempt to wriggle out of Ralak’s grasp to stop the impending cockfight, only for his hold on you to tighten the minute you begin to struggle. You send a frustrated glare his way before forcefully shoving the center of his chest, which seemed to have do the trick as you not so gracefully stumble backwards, falling into Neteyam’s chest. 

His hands gently move to cradle your body, his eyes locked on Ralak as his tongue slips from behind his lips to lick a long stripe from your ear to the base of your neck; a visual display to show the reef na’vi that he would not be backing down from what he sought to claim as his. A fang catches on his bottom lip as Ralak looks both of you over, silently noting your current position that had your lower body accessible to him. His body seemed to loom over you as he took hold of your ankles, drawing a gasp from you as he spreads your legs wide enough to hook them over his wide shoulders, lowering himself to put himself face to face with your already dripping pussy lips.

 Paying no attention to Toruk Makto’s offspring, Ralak kept his eyes fixed on you alone, the silent notion being that if there was to be a competition, it would be in who would be able to make you cum either the fastest or the hardest. His crystalline eyes pierce your own like ice, fierce and assertive. His pupils slowly dilating as his tongue seeps out from his mouth to lick the flat of it along your folds. 

 Your back arches almost instantly, slightly shifting the position of your hips, to which Ralak corrects with a firm tug at your thighs, yet the moans you release cause the cocks of both men to twitch in arousal. You almost bite your lip in attempts to muffle your own noises, only for Neteyam to gently grasp your jaw from behind, his thumb caressing your cheek as he breathes into your hairline, “Don’t even think about hiding that pretty voice from us, yawne.”. 

The helpless whine you release in response seems to be futile seeing as your protest doesn’t last long when the feeling of Ralak’s tongue slips between your lower lips, only to curl it upward to firmly push at your clit, prompting your body to act on it’s own as your hands find purchase in his tightly curled hair. No matter how much you squirm or roll your head backward or from side to side, Ralak keeps his gaze dead locked on you, wanting to see every expression or implication of how good he was making you feel. 

Neteyam’s dick pressed firmly to your backside, the heat emitting off of it only confessing how desperately his need was for you. His breath hitches as he attempts to grind himself against your lower back, but finds it nowhere near enough to relieve himself. Your ear perks to his labored breathing, turning your head to see his desperate state; his brows pinched together, lips slightly quivering, lips that just looked so tempting. Looping your fingers into the inside of his beaded choker, you pull Neteyam into you, capturing his lips with your own.

His lips are hungry against yours, eagerly slipping his tongue into your mouth, his one hand still placed at your jaw while the other slips down to your chest, rolling your nipple softly between his fingers, giving it light tugs from time to time. The affections given to you by each of these men make you feel small in comparison, a guttural instinct to please them as much as they are pleasing you washes over as you slowly pull away from your kiss with Neteyam, who’s lips nearly chase after yours for a moment, until reluctantly pulling away. Lifting a hand from its place in Ralak’s hair, just as your index finger slips under Neteyam’s jaw, a hitched moan breaks from you, interrupting your train of thought when Ralak gives your clit an intentful suck. 

Trying your hardest to recollect your thoughts you coax Neteyam backward, allowing you to slightly adjust your position onto your side, your hand falling from the center of his chest, down to his thigh, “I want to please you too… come…” you purr breathily, guiding your face to his hips. Neteyam catches onto your plot rather quickly yet hesitates for a moment, his cock twitching hungrily at your insinuation, “Yawne… are you sure about this?”. You’re hesitant for a moment, yet the hunger in your eyes shines true as you slowly nod your head, much to Neteyam’s approval. 

Carefully the forest na’vi positions himself just behind your head on his knees. Careful not to lose the contact of Ralak’s mouth on your intimates, you angle your head up, stretching your neck upward to align his hips in front of your face. Following your motions, Neteyam places  his hand to press down at the base of his cock, aligning his swollen and needy cock to your lips. You can practically feel the inside of your cheeks creating excess saliva as your eyes tentatively watch as Neteyam lowers his cock to your steadily opening mouth. The warm embrace of your tongue has Neteyam’s breath catching, his eyelids fluttering excessively as your lips wrap around his shaft. His jaw drops in an instant, giving in to losing himself to the feeling rather quickly. 

At first, Neteyam proceeds with careful movements as he slowly thrusts his cock in and out of your mouth, a low drawn out moan drawn out of his throat when you apply pressure by sucking tentatively on him. It all felt too good, naturally his pace would speed up eventually, yet despite his hunger, Neteyam had to remind himself a couple of times not to abuse your throat too much and reel back his passionate movements. Your back suddenly arches, moans muffled as Ralak growls against your clit, sending vibrations straight to your core, clearly  unappeased with the demonstration before him; watching as Neteyam got relief while his own loins burned for attention. 

With your eyes being preoccupied looking up at Neteyam, lips working diligently on his shaft, you are unable to watch as Ralak pulls away, his slick covered lips, plump and glossy from having the feast of his life, but he needed more. He needed to be inside you more than anything. You were more than soaked, your inner thighs painted with a mix of your own arousal and Ralak’s saliva. So wet that you were practically dripping, so surely he could just slip it in… couldn’t he? His short ears flick at the faint whimper you release around Neteyam’s cock at the loss of his tongue and a bit of pride courses through his chest as he sits back on his knees, one hand positioned on your hip bone while the other directs his thick cock to your decorated pussy lips. 

Of course Ralak doesn’t want to take you for surprise, he wants you to know what he’s about to give you, and so he slowly glides his shaft up your labia, allowing your lubricant to spread onto him. For a moment his ears twitch backward at the suggested warmth of your cunt, yet still he patiently waits for your body to respond and to which he is rewarded with a buck of your hips and another strangled noise, sliding his cock through your lower lips once more. A pleased grin spreads across Ralak’s face as he watches your stomach flex eagerly; your body’s sign that it urgently pleads for more. Cock still in hand, the reef na’vi sends a few gentle slaps against your clit, making your body jolt at each hit, “Easy now paysyul… I’ll give you what you want.”. Although his words are slightly diluted to your ears from the sounds of Neteyam’s own pleasured moans as he languidly fucks your mouth, you let out a muffled whine as a plea to take you.

Almost simultaneously as Neteyam glides his cock back into the caress of your mouth, a strong pressure begins to manifest between your thighs as Ralak carefully begins to insert himself, his fat cock head pushing and prodding at your entrance until finally it breaks the resistance of your tightness. With a muffled squeal, your back arches, an arm extending upward to claw at Neteyam’s thighs while the other reaches for Ralak, your nails digging into his finned forearm just as his hand rests on your hip, as Ralak takes you inch by inch. You moan shamelessly around Neteyam’s cock, sending a wave of pleasure straight to his loins as his eyes close blissfully, biting his lip. His ears flick a moment as he takes in the events around him, watching as Ralak is trying his best to be gentle with you as he continues to push deeper into you. Neteyam allows his hips to still, being satisfied enough with just your moans vibrating his cock, only giving small stirs to enhance the pleasure.

Your heart rate finally begins to settle as Ralak takes his time with you, slow tentative thrusts and stirs of his hips help to coax his cock ever so slowly into you, deeper and deeper until his tip is pressed snuggly against the opening of your cervix, drawing out a gasp from you at the sensation. “Shh… easy, Y/N… I’m going to move now, I shall try my best to be gentle, but…” a slow yet long stroke of his cock in and out of your cunt made his brows crease in the center of his forehead, a gruff moan effortlessly falling from his lips, “You are so tight around me… I am almost losing myself already..”. Like a promise his hips are pulled back sending a rougher thrust into you, rocking your body along with it, consequently shoving Neteyam’s cock deeper into your mouth, earning a gag from yourself and a broken moan from Neteyam.

Another growl sounds from Ralak as he locks eyes with Neteyam, the tension between them rising so much it was almost palpable. Feeling his pride now bubbling at the surface, Neteyam cups your neck in his hand, his eyes dismissively dripping from Ralak’s gaze to your own as he squeezes gently, thrusting into your mouth much more aggressively than he had been previously, earning another more prominent gag. “Ohh Eywa… I can feel your little throat expanding when I fuck you… your little mouth looks so pretty wrapped around my cock… mmn- sucking on me so well..”. A weak hum around his cock turns into a strained moan as Ralak thrusts once again.

This dance moves into a pattern, of Ralak fucking into your squelching pussy while your throat gets ravaged by Neteyam. A fierce back and forth of bucking jolting that leaves your cheeks stained in pleasured tears and drooling from both ends. It was overwhelming to say the least, pushing you to your utter limits as both men, recklessly ruined you, using you as their plaything to get off and loving how well your body responds to each of them.

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[cuvntt]

RALAK EATING OUT READER

(MINORS DNI)

Pairing: ralak x fem! reader

Warnings: smut, oral sex (female receiving)

A/N: this is just a short drabble (this is my first time ever posting my work so omg omg I'm nervous😮‍💨)

(Oc and art by: @zestys-stuff )

Ralak watches you bite back a moan as he laps up your juices, two fingers thrusting into your tight hole. He grips your thighs, delving his tongue into your pussy.

"Oh fuck." You whimper, grinding against his mouth. He smirks against you, continuing to tease your wet cunt. You move a hand down to his hair, gripping it tighlty. He let's out a low growl, tongue now thrusting into you.

Your grip on his hair tightens, you tilt your head back as you feel your orgasm coming.

"Gonna cum for me, baby?" He asked, seductively. You nod, eyes rolling back.

"Shit, Lak!" You mewled, Ralaks looks up at you and couldn't help but let out a low moan at the sight. Your back was arched, mouth wide open and head tilted back as you reach your orgasm.

"Oh fuck." You pant, your body goes limp as you try to catch your breath.

Ralak continues to suck on your clit, letting you ride out your orgasm

"Ralak, it's so sensitive." You whine,  trying to pull away from him. He chuckles as he removes his mouth from you.

"Did so good for me, tìyawn. Now be a good girl and stay still so I can fuck you good." He rasps, moving to kiss you.

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[neteyamssyulang]

Virginity

Day 10

Ralak oc belongs to @zestys-stuff

Pairing Ralak x Fem omaticaya reader

Summary: You finally decide to give yourself to your lover after months of waiting.

Warnings: Soft dom Ralak, Sub Reader, Fingering, P in V, Ralak praising Reader.

Word count: 309

Translation(s): Paskalin -> Honey, Syulang -> Flower Yawne -> Beloved, Rutxe sweyn samsk -> Please keep going.

Taglist: @hey-hey-26 @narwhal-swimmingintheocean @bessos4him @ntymavtr @puddle-nerd @zafrinaxyz @neteyamswillow @ikeyniofthetayrangi @bubblebaththoughts @skywonder @km-ffluv

Tonight was the night you’d finally give yourself to your lover, you were nervous of course but you couldn’t wait any longer.

“Oh!” Your mouth fell agape as your mates large fingers eased into your pussy, pumping slowly till gradually picking up speed.

His lips curled into a smirk watching you buck against his fingers “That’s it paskalin” he praised leaning in placing a soft kiss against your lips.

You whined into the kiss gripping onto his shoulders as your first orgasm of the night washed over you, pulling back Ralak smiled slipping his fingers out of you placing his cockhead at your entrance.

“Are you sure you want to do this syulang?” He asked still hesitant “We could always j-” “No.. I want this, I’m ready, please” even though you said you wanted it, Ralak was still cautious.

Slowly he pushed inside, easing inch after inch of his cock into your tight pussy. Your face contorted with pain while tears streamed down your cheeks.

Feeling a bit guilty Ralak stilled himself “I’m sorry..I’m so sorry yawne..” keeping one hand on the ground by your head he moved his other to your face wiping your tears away.

Shaking your head you spoke softly “I’m ok.. rutxe sweyn samsk” , sighing he obliged finally bottoming out. Slowly he began to thrust inside with a gentle pace not wanting to hurt you.

The pain finally turned into pleasure and you dug your nails into his shoulders making him hiss snapping his hips against yours “Fuck!” Ralak groaned.

His pace picked up as he leaned down nipping at your neck while one of his hands groped your breast pinching and rolling the sensitive bud between the pads of his thumb and finger.

“Good girl..such a good girl for me y/n” he whispered in your ear sending shivers down your spine.

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[headsincloud9]

Metkayina Breathing Techniques

Paring: ralak × reader

Words: 100+

Warning: smut no plot MDNI SMUT UNDER THE WARNING 18+ oral f receiving

Summary: you tease ralak on his diving and breathing skills, he makes sure to rectify

Request: yes

"Do you trust me paysyul" he purrs in your ear as you both swim together in the water just outside his pod tucked away from the rest of the village you could indulge in things like this skinny dipping under the stars. You smiles softly looking up at him as he has a dangerous look in his eye almost feral "what is it?" You ask confused. "I did say I could show you how good my breathing skills better than I could tell you so let me show you" he purrs

You whimpering feeling his tongue hit your sensitive clit the rough friction making you grip the root of the mangroves the sunk deep into the water below you. He held you tight his fingers keeping your hips secure on his lips as your legs wrapped around his shoulders.

"Ral~ fuck" you whine your walks fluttering around nothing as he sucks hard on your swollen clit. His response his thick finger slipping deep inside your desperate cunt gripping and sucking his fingers deeper inside. You buck your hips bitting your bottom lip as you whimper in delight. He groans against your clit as his fangs graze over the sensitive little bud. All of this over a teasing question about his diving skills. Your body dips as your grip falters his tongue swirling around your clit as his fingers pressed and abused your greedy little gspot that love to gush just from a little attention. "Gonna cum" you whine out the thick tight knot in your core close to snapping as you felt him lap and suck at your overstimulated pussy. Unable to stop the chord snaps and the high washes over you as your legs shake and spasm around his head. Seeing stars with his tongue swirling inside as he swallows every last drop of your juiced. You look down to see a calm smirk on his face "that was number 3 would you like to continue testing my diving skills" he chuckles holding your limp body in his arms. You blush "I think I got the idea" you gasps still shaking. His warm chuckles filling your ears as he carries you back to shore.

@tiredmamaissy @jakexneytiri @pandoraslxna @zestys-stuff

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[neteyamsoare]

"tanhì!" ಇ ralak sepwan

౨ৎ welcome to ralak’s channel ! ᝰ please read the warnings before interacting. minors dni with [n]sfw content! grab your snacks and enjoy :D / character owned and created by @zestys-stuff! 🤍

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꣑୧ by the fire : just a loving night being with your two mates who keep you warm on a cold night. NSFW.

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꣑୧ distraction : after tonowari asks you to get something from ralak, you’re greeted with an unexpected view. NSFW.

꣑୧ sober up first : with alcohol in your system, you try to take your relationship further with ralak.

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[zafrinaxyz]

[ aonung ] gorgeous art / image by @cinetrix

mmm ! i can't 🥵 ...

a mental picture for 2moro's prompt !! i just pretend it's ralak 😏

#but you can imagine aonung if you'd like 🤷🏾‍♀️ #aonung smut #ralak smut #metkayina smut #metkayina male #metkayina male oc #male metkayina #male metkayina oc

[marsberrrr]

Ralak x Plus!Na'vi!Reader

Warnings: Mild angst, mentioned bullying/fat shaming, biting, body worship, oral (f receiving), established relationship, FLUFF,18+

Not beta read, might contain some errors, I'll hunt them down later RIP

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The day had been awful for you, eyes puffy and sore from swiping away tears. Your chest felt tight and a lump lodged itself in your throat. The harsh words of the Metkayina boys still ricocheted in your mind, the vile words, 'fat' and 'ugly', stuck out the most when you unintentionally replayed the scene. Your feet slowly brought you to the familiar marui of your mate, his back faced you as you spotted him sharpening a spear nearby. His ears immediately flicked back at the sounds of your approach, the utter sorrow in your aura quickly forcing him to whip around to inspect you. In a few long strides, he stood a breath away, large hands flying up to cup your cheeks in their lovely warmth.

"Tanhi..what is the matter?" He asked gently. His voice slowly eased your inner turmoil, large amber eyes gazing into his through thick lashes. You couldn't help the tear that fell from your eye, quickly being swept away by his thumb ever so gently. He was patient with you and didn't rush you to tell him what had happened, something you were grateful for. "Ma 'Lak, why did you choose me? I'm not pretty like Tsireya or any of the other girls." You sobbed out, finally allowing yourself to break down in the comfort of your muntxatan. Ralak growled deep in his chest, the sound was a halfhearted warning. "Don't ever speak of yourself in such a way. I chose you because I love you. No other woman can compare to you, yawne." He said as his forehead rested against yours. He diligently wiped away each tear, leaning away enough to place a tender kiss on your forehead and at the corner of your lips. Butterflies erupted in your stomach from the gesture, calming the tears that once spilled freely. 

"Who would make you think otherwise?" He asked. His eyes narrowed and flashed with anger, he was ready -  and willing - to find the skxawng that had made you cry, ready to defend his gorgeous wife. You smiled softly and sniffled before placing a hand on his chest, feeling the slow rise and fall of it and the steady beating of his heart. "Mawey! I just want to spend the day with you and forget it even happened." You reasoned softly. His body immediately relaxed as a sigh escaped through his nose. Ralak grabbed your hand and pulled you to follow, entering his marui that he constantly asked you to live with him in. 

You looked around at the trinkets he had on display, large eyes roving over every little detail. You yelped when you felt a strong arm wrap around your middle, his fingers traced the dark stripes on the softness of your belly, each touch sending shivers down your spine and igniting the growing heat pooling in your abdomen. His lips grazed the tip of your ear, prompting goosebumps to erupt over your smooth skin. Your tail wrapped loosely around his thigh, inches away from his hardening cock. 

His other hand moved to your lower back, fingers working to untie your loincloth. The material fell to your feet, already forgotten as his hand trailed from your stomach to your chest. His skilled fingers slipped beneath your top to toy with your perked nipples, drawing out a soft whimper that had his ears swiveling to catch the beautiful sound. Your hips stuttered forward a bit at the sudden feeling of his fingers inching closer to your core, a burning need for his fingers inside of you heating up your already humid skin. 

"You are so beautiful and I will make you see that." He mumbled in your ear before placing a kiss to the side of your neck. Your brows furrowed as he released you, his large hands wasting no time in spinning you around to face him. He gently nudged you down into the bed behind you, his fingers digging into the plushness of your full thighs. His hair fell like a curtain around his face, casting a shadow that made him look nothing short of predatory. He studied the way your hair spilled around your head, the soft flutter of your lashes, the way your lips parted as you began to pant in anticipation. He found the sight truly breathtaking. His head dipped down to plant warm kisses above your breast, each one growing lower until he stripped you of your top. 

He resumed his mission, fangs now scraping gently across your skin, the urge to sink his teeth into your pretty blue skin overwhelming any other thought. You cried out as he bit down firmly on the fat of your breast, taking care to not break the skin. His tongue was quick to dart out, hot and soothing against the marks in your skin. He trailed further down, now pressing more open-mouthed kisses to your belly. Your hand stretched out to him, watching dazedly as his long fingers entwined with your smaller ones. His grasp on your hand was sure, his eyes boring into yours with that same confidence, you were perfect and all his. 

His lips halted just below your navel, a frustrated grunt from you causing him to chuckle softly. His body gracefully rose back up so that he was in full view, your hands still tightly clasped. "My muntxate, you are perfect. Here.." He paused to place a kiss upon the pudge of your belly, "Here." Another on your thick thigh, "And here." A kiss planted directly on your swollen clit. Your face heated up as a moan left your throat. His lips twitched from the smile he held back, watching in adoration as his pretty little mate put her trust in him, allowing him in on her insecurities that he always reassured were nonsense. You were stunning in his eyes. 

His hands gently spread your thighs, watching the sheen of slick coat your cunt and inner thighs. He didn't hesitate to delve forward, warm tongue swiping over your slit and forcing a guttural moan from your lips. He ran his thumb over your neglected clit, feeling your walls flutter once his tongue slip past your entrance. Your eyes rolled back as he skillfully fucked you on his tongue. His thumb drew tight circles over your clit, his mouth switched to take over with the assault against your nub, his finger now running along your slit to gather your nectar. His finger sunk into your soaked cunt, curling just enough to hit that special spot within. 

Your moans grew louder, tapering off into pants when the knot in your stomach tightened. Your other hand flew down to grab a fistful of his hair, tugging gently with each flick of his tongue. He lapped up every drop your pussy bestowed him, quickly pulling you closer to the edge. He added another finger, massaging your silky walls while his mouth sucked greedily on your throbbing clit.  Your hips jerked and your legs shook as white bloomed behind your eyelids, coil in your abdomen finally snapping. He continued to pump his fingers into your cunt, unexpectedly ripping another orgasm from you. Your mouth opened in a silent scream, the blissed out expression on your face filling his chest with pride.

He slowly pulled his fingers from your pussy, bringing them to his mouth to suck off the rest of your juices. He moved to give you a sweet kiss, tongue caressing your fangs and allowing you to taste yourself. "I hope you are not too tired, yawne." He hummed against your lips. You let out an elated giggle, arms wrapping around his neck to pull him in for another kiss. 

"We have all night, 'Lak."

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Tag list: @tiredmamaissy @zestys-stuff @cumikering

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[inlovewithpandora]

Ralak te Sepawn ieyk’itan - “I see you, my little tanhì.”

Notes - Main Masterlist || Navigation || Avatar Taglist || Avatar Rules

- This Character belongs to @zestys-stuff

- Character quote is from @tiredmamaissy Ralak Series

Started - 6/17/23 || Last Updated - 8/29/23 || Total Works - 2

Genre Key:

✿ = fem!reader || ❖ = gn!reader || ♛ = black!reader || ✸ = albino!reader

💙 = na’vi!reader || 🧬 = avatar!reader || 🎧 = human!reader

✲ = smut || ※ = suggestive || ❀ = fluff || ♨︎ = angst || ✂︎ = hurt || ☂︎ = comfort || ♥︎ = romance || ★ = platonic

⌘ = modern au || ◎ = smau || 📲 = texting au

📥 = request || * = newest

❖ — DRABBLES.!

⇨ * Hidden ✿ + 🎧 + ❀ + ♥︎ + ⌘ + 📥

❖ — HEADCANONS.!

⇨ Coming Soon!

❖ — ONESHOTS.!

⇨ Father's Day Special ✿ + 💙 + ❀ + ★ + ♥︎

❖ — TWOSHOTS.!

⇨ Coming Soon!

❖ — SERIES.!

⇨ Coming Soon!

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[jakexneytiri]

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[tiredmamaissy]

Ralak te Sepwan ieyk’itan: Special Episode III

Calm After the Storm

An Illustrated Collaboration with @zestys-stuff

Masterlist ; Rut/Heat/Knotting Info

🔞 minors, do not interact 🔞

Hyperlinks are attached to specific paragraphs that when clicked on will lead you to its illustration by Ralak's creator @zestys-stuff.

Characters: Metkayina!Ralak (24) x Sully!Omaticaya!Reader (19)

Warnings: nsfw, smut, fluff, profanity, age gap, rut cycle, heat cycle, extreme knotting, marking, scenting, territorial/possessive behaviour, breeding kink, p in v, mating/bonding, multiple climaxes, creampie, belly bulge, actual breeding, let me know if I forgot anything?

Word Count: 6.3k

Requested: Yes || No

Author’s Note: Happy halloween guys! I know I literally fell off the face of the earth and I will make another post to address that. But I know I haven’t participated for @pandoraslxna ‘s kinktober event (I’m so sorry bby) but if I could only participate for one of the days it would be today for sure. So I definitely wanted to get this out before midnight. It’s not purely a/b/o but honestly entails all the aspects of it. I think we can all definitely tell who’s the alpha and omega here (Ralak is alpha material hands down, ofc). I hope you guys enjoy this one, and I apologize for such a wait <3 Also I feel like I’m a bit rusty, so apologies for any typos, errors, or just plain suckish writing.

ALSO a big happy birthday to my babe @neteyamsoare <3 love you and hope it was a good one!!

Synopsis: Your heat starts to subside, but Ralak’s rut is only getting stronger. What could possibly go wrong?

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Only an hour has passed before you feel your not-so-gentle giant stirring behind you, waking you from your sleep. You’d both been on your sides for too long now and everywhere seems to ache. You whine when you feel his hips shift against you, tugging at the immense pressure between your hips. The bulge protruding from your lower abdomen has barely gone down and you feel almost as full as you did when he initially emptied his load inside you.

Silken strands of his hair fall onto your prickled skin as he props himself up on his elbow from behind you, perching his chin on your throbbing shoulder. He inhales deeply – longingly. His hot breath gently blows against your neck just as you feel his arm snake under your leg and yank it back in one rough tug.

“Ralak.” His name falls from your lips through a nearly inaudible croak. “‘m so full.” You barely mumble out, rolling your head to the side. Yet, the flame within you is without a doubt reigniting with a vengeance.

And he can sense it.

Simply by the way you push back into him, making that bulge in your belly protrude a little more. His large hand resting on your stomach can indubitably feel it. And the smile that it puts on his face is almost baleful, bearing his lengthy canines that yearn to sink deep into you once more. “Sorry, tìyawn [love].”

He just can’t help it.

No matter how hard he tried. The desire—no, the need—to fuck into you and claim you as his time and time again is… irrepressible. In this moment, nothing else felt better than your little, used cunt hugging his cock so tightly that it almost hurts. He yearns to fill you over and over. Again and again until your womb is overflowing with his seed. The mere thought has his balls pulling tight to his body, firming up by the second all just to flood your womb again.

“Muntxate [wife].” Ralak growls into your neck, sliding his hand down to your inner thigh. “I will try to be–” He groans slowly, his pointer finger now burrowing itself between your tied pelvises, “–flrr [gentle].”

The final accented word comes out roughly, and if it weren’t for his finger slipping past his knot and into your cunt, you would’ve probably heard it clearly. You yelp out when he traces his finger around his knot, stretching your already taut skin, attempting to work a little space to allow his bulge to slip out.

It's all consuming and you’re simply too overwhelmed with his size that you fail to realise how your body is synced with his and bearing down to push him out. All whilst he’s struggling to fight the snap of hips to avoid hurting you. But the tugging is nothing like you’ve felt before adn you can finally understand why he was so insistent in the first place.

ut there was no getting out of this now, not that you even wanted to.

“It–it’s…” You brace yourself by grabbing onto his forearm, “...t-too big.”

“Ngaytxoa [sorry]” He huffs out his fourth apology, losing himself once again as his hips finally jerk back out of his control.

Pop.

His knot slips out of you with such force that the squelch it makes is as loud as your whimper. It’s so wet and slippery that his cock follows behind his knot, sliding out of you effortlessly. He’s more than half-hard yet so heavy and hung it rests close to your knee. Then you feel it. His cum dribbling down your thigh, still warm and sticky as if he just filled you up seconds ago.

It’s such a conflicting feeling — a mixture of relief and pent up frustration. Your heat is still in full bloom, despite it being so quenched until you’re almost nauseated. It’s as if you were two pieces perfectly linked together, allowing nature to run its course with no second thought. He grunts when he feels the crisp night air against his groin, his cock now springing up to its full length in just a few seconds.

He, too, feels some sort of feverish way now. Itching to be back inside your warmth, enveloped by your gummy, slimy walls. He opts to pepper wet kisses along your neck, and then up to your jaw, lingering there as he tries to distract himself from the ache to shove it back inside you.

Until it becomes too much.

“Tanhì.” He moans into your ear, heavy lidded eyes struggling to stay open as his tongue trails the skin on the back of your neck. “Need you.” It’s his way of begging for permission. Permission to slam his cock back inside you and hammer into you until the annoying itch deep in his core goes away again. You were the only one to make it go away. To stop the hurt. “Please.” He whines out a plea of desperation, now gritting his teeth from the way his stomach is tensing. “Now.”

But that last plea wasn’t much of a question, no. It was more of a demand. A way of saying, ‘give it to me, or I’ll take you on my own terms’.

“Fuck.” You mumble under your breath, sliding your free hand down your side to hook it under your leg. You pull it back and reposition your hips to give him access to your cunt. “P-Put it in, ‘Lak.”

Ralak’s hips begin to stutter — the leaking, mushroomy tip of his cock now repeatedly prodding between your puffed up folds. His breath turns raggedy as he tries to guide himself back inside you handsfree. Your slick is overflowing, making it even more difficult for him to align himself with your entrance. The frustration brewing within him bubbles over when his cockhead glides past your swollen clit instead of sinking in your cunt. So he pulls back in one swift move and —

Thrust.

Your body jolts from how quickly he slams every inch of his cock inside you, forcing you split-open. Ralak huffs a shaky sigh of relief, his breathing growing a little steadier now that he’s deep inside his mate. Meanwhile, your mouth hangs agape yet no sound falls from your lips. Your eyes well up with tears and your ears lay flat against your skull. Your body is in complete submission to the beast dominating it and there’s nothing else you can do but give in to the pleasure.

“Your scent.” He whispers open-mouthed, tips of his canines grazing the nape of your neck. “It is driving me crazy.” You release the breath that you didn’t even realise you were holding. You didn’t even know what to say. Not like you could really say much right now anyways. You’re too lost in the fog of your own heat. For once, Ralak is doing most of the talking. “It makes me…” He snaps his hips back, only leaving half of his length inside you. “...lose myself completely.”

A deep roll of his hips.

A lewd moan dripping off your lips. 

“How do you do that?” He huffs, pressing his teeth against your neck. You don’t answer yet again. You just can’t find the words. Not right now. Not when he’s so deep inside you. “Hm?” A deep growl vibrates up his throat, his teeth just barely piercing the first layer of your silken skin.

“I—” You’re cut off by your own squeal when you feel the sting of his bite. Your breath catches in your throat and he immediately unlatches, lapping at the nicked skin to soothe it. “Sorry.” He whispers breathlessly, planting a quick kiss on each of your marks. “Sorry. Sorry.” A few more apologies flow from his mouth, as if he were drunk off of too much fermented fruit. Somewhat lucid but still so spaced. “I cannot —ngh— help myself.”

Thrust.

“‘M sorry.”

He knows he went a little too deep just now. But you feel so fucking good around his cock.

Chomp.

Another mark. Right on the bend of your shoulder, next to your first.

“Ngaytxoa [I’m sorry]”

A small cry from your quivering lips.

“S-Stop. No more apologies. I am yours to do what you p-please with.” You finally get out in one, weary breath.

Ralak’s languid, deep thrusts are laced with desperation. And with each stroke they become harsher and harsher. Faster and faster. Now he’s got your full permission he lets go once more, falling into the thick fog of his rut.

Within seconds his cock is pumping in and out of you, his half-deflated knot continuously prodding and poking at your entrance. The tip of his cock drags against your walls, putting an immense pressure right on your sweet spot. Yet still, sounds barely fall from your flushed lips. You’re too out of it. Too focused on the raw sensations rippling through you all at once. His overwhelming pheromones. His marking. His relentless pounding.

Rather, hot tears well over your eyes and stream down your face.

He can’t stop slamming himself inside you. He doesn’t want it to stop. It’s absolute rapture and he’s unapologetically drowning in it.

“Tanhì. Tanhì.” He groans needily. “y/n.”

He only says your name when he’s serious about something.

And hearing it drip from his tongue onto the nape of your neck has your hairs standing high and your clit throbbing.

“Eywa. Yes, ‘lak? T-Tell me what you need.” You blubber out, tightening your grip on his forearm.

“Haa — spread yourself.” He demands, prompting you to tuck your leg back as far as you can. His pace quickens, hips striking you with a sinful vengeance. But no matter how hard he fucks you, or how deep he buries himself inside you — its just not enough. He needs to be closer. To be deeper. To really be inside you. To knot you.

“More.” He grunts, slowing his thrusts into rocking, grinding himself inside your slippery, tight cunt.

You go to tug at your leg and meet nothing but resistance. “I-I’m trying.” You can feel it now. Perhaps it’s the bond or maybe it’s the way his knot is working you open but he’s growing more and more frustrated by the thrust.

“Mmmh. Wider.”

“I can’t. I can’t.” You’re quick to answer, feeling nothing but pressure from the way he’s trying to shove more of himself inside you.

“Agh.” He growls in frustration, pulling out of you and grabbing you by the ankle to flip you onto your back.

Ralak situates himself between your legs without hesitation and pushes them so far back your knees graze against the tips of your ears. You can barely breathe in this position and are having a hard time seeing anything else but his raging cock at your entrance. You can feel the burn in your thighs from how far back he’s shoving your knees but that sting is masked by the pleasure of him plunging himself back into your pussy.

The moan that rips from your lips is obscene and like no other. The crown of his cock is drilling itself directly into your sweet spot, causing it to swell with unadulterated pleasure. And each time he pulls out just to sink it back inside you he winds you in the process – making you sputter out absolute nonsense. Even he knows you're close, despite being in the thick of his rut.

But frankly, he doesn't care.

All he’s concerned about is satisfying his own urges.

“Not enough.” He grits through his teeth as his eyes shift to an even deeper shade of mauve. “‘ts not enough.” He pants, voice laced with something of worry. Panic that this feeling won’t go away. It makes you panic too, wondering if you’re doing enough for him. If he’s going to take even more from you. If you can manage it.

“You’re okay. Do what you need.” You try to reassure him, grasping your feet and holding them back–opening yourself up even more. But fuck, that only made things worst for you.

And by worst, you mean better. It feels like you’ll burst any second now, especially with how much pressure is on your bladder. “Fu-ck me. God, fuck–ahaa-fuck me.”

His brows bunch together as he peers down at you, beads of sweat rolling off his face to drip onto your chest. His jaw is so tense it looks as if it may fracture. He’s grunting with every push and huffing with every pull.

“Right there! Fuck. I’m close. I’m so fucking close. I-I need you to cum i-inside me. Oh—please ‘lak. Please!” Your cries are choked and muffled, breaths short and raggedy. The heat pooling in your core is unbearable. It needs out. Now.

Ralak swallows. Hard. Through his own haze he can see that you’re in need too. He shuffles closer to you, tucking his feet under him to assume a squatting position. Now he’s all but on top of you, folding you into a merciless mating press. This one shift in position has you coming undone on his cock, coating it in your thick slick as you sob from the white hot pleasure. The force of your climax has you pushing him out and only has him drilling himself further inside you. If it’s not for the way your pussy walls tighten around him surely his knot would have popped inside you by now.

He’s still fucking into you, right through your orgasm and towards his.

“Say what you need.” He panics through a tightened jaw, grinding himself inside you – pushing his knot against the resistance.

You know what he’s actually asking from you. To say something. Anything to tip him over the edge. To rid him of this maddening itch.

“Breed me.” You whisper, locking eyes with him. You watch as his pupils blow into thin rings and then constrict into nothing but dots. You try to swallow what spit you could, attempting to clear your throat. “Breed me. Please.”

“Then take it.” He lets loose a sinister growl, putting all his weight into his final push. For the first time, you feel his knot pop inside you, veiny and as thick as can be. You let out a high-pitched whimper, and feel your teeth begin to chatter. That doesn’t make him ease up, though. He continues to grind himself inside you until you feel the familiar, warm sensation of his sticky seed spraying inside you – filling your womb to the brim. His cock throbs wildly, in perfect synchrony with his own heartbeat, and soon yours too as the bond equilibrates your souls once more.

Strangely, you thought you’d be sore and overstimulated by now, but your body has never felt better. You’re full and content and more than satiated. Ralak heaves a sigh — one of pure relief. It’s glued to his face. All panic washes away and he’s feeling more at peace the longer he remains inside you. He’s rigid, firmly holding his position on top of you — ensuring he empties every single drop inside you. Yet, his heavy lidded eyes begin to close.

“I can’t breathe.” You mumble, snapping him out of his tranquil trance. His eyes meet yours and the corner of his mouth pulls into a little smirk. He exhales a breathy chuckle and carefully manoeuvres you both into a more comfortable position. He settles himself on his back and supports your body whilst positioning you on top of him.

“Better?” Ralak husks, drawing circles into your back with the tip of his finger.

You take a deep breath, filling your lungs to full capacity and then slowly release it. “Much.”

“Nga yawne lu oer [I love you]” His accented words slur together as he dozes off.

“Nga yawne lu oer, Ralak [I love you].”

——

Ralak woke repeatedly throughout the night for his fill. If it wasn’t him, it was you. Waking up in a clammy state, shaking and nuzzling into his chest from your heat. You honestly thought that the more time passed — the more rounds you went — the more he would calm down.

But, you thought wrong.

He’d start by leaving tender kisses wherever he could, whispering he’d do his best to be as gentle as he can be. Then, he’d slip a finger inside you, stretching you out in attempts to pull his knot out without hurting you. But it would always sting, even just a little bit. After that he’d beg. Pleading with you to let him back in, and apologize right after plunging inside you regardless of your answer—which was always yes.

At this point your own foggy haze would take over. Perhaps it was your body’s way of coping with the overstimulation, but you pined for every single second of it. Sometimes it would last for a few minutes. Where he’d be quick to fold you in two and growl in the shell of your ear, ‘you’re mine, haah — fuck, take me’. 

Sometimes it was closer to an hour. Where you’d both be so tired you’d take breaks, lazily taking turns fucking each other, telling him to ‘put it back in’ whenever he’d slip out. But one thing remained the same every time. You’d sob when you’d cum and then beg him to breed you. And he would, without a doubt, breed you.

Mercilessly.

And with each breeding, he’d lose himself a little deeper. Knotting you over and over. Marking you repeatedly until your body’s littered with bites. Until you were so fucked out you’d lost the feeling in your legs. Until your throat was so dry you could barely speak. Until you needed a break.

——

“Wait.” You crawl towards the bedside table with wobbly knees. “Just need some water, Lak.”

Ralak pounces on you, knocking you onto your stomach and pressing himself against you. You extend an arm out, fingers splayed out and shaking from you trying to reach the cup of water Ka’ani left there more than a day ago. Ralak grabs your hips and hoists you up onto your knees and elbows, and mounts you from behind.

“Water. Water, Lak.” You beg with a hoarse cry, only for him to line the crown of his cock up with your sopping cunt. He growls next to your ear as he stretches over you and reaches for the cup of water, filling his cheeks and putting it back down within a couple seconds. With a quick grip of your jaw, he turns your head and meets his lips with yours.

Before you can process what’s going on you’re gulping down water as fast as you can. And when he pulls away, you’re yet again met with the hazy eyes of his rut. That’s when it dawns on you that whilst your heat is coming to an end, his rut is only getting stronger.

Rather than looking away, he locks his gaze onto you, just so he can watch your face screw as he slams his cock inside of you in one, hard thrust. It works a sudden, breathy moan from your mouth, eyebrows pinching together from the stretch. He holds his position, basking in the warmth and tightness of your cunt as his breath goes shaky.

“Wait.” You mumble weakly, shoving a hand behind you to push against his lower stomach. “Please.”

For the first time, you were telling him to stop.

His jawbone flutters as his eyes search yours. Restraint plasters to his face, and the only audible thing is his heavy breathing. He nods. Just once. A firm and intentional nod. He swallows the residual water left in his mouth and tenderly pulls out of you. You hear the thud of his footsteps quiet down as he nears the marui door, and then the splash of the water when he dives into the rough sea.

It’s pouring outside.

Storming, actually. Thundering and lightning. Yet he feels this is the only way he’d be able to resist the urge to storm back in and fuck you. But the instinct to protect his mate, even if it’s from himself, is more than enough to give him the willpower to walk away.

You take this moment to just breathe, turning your head to face the plush bed beneath you as you gather your thoughts. Did he just show that much restraint? Enough to walk away from a female na’vi during her heat cycle… all whilst in the height of his own rut cycle?

“Lekye’ung [insane]” You mutter, using your trembling hand to grab and bring the cup to your lips. They, too, are sore and chapped. Having gone so many hours without any food or water, you knock it back, shaking the cup to get out every drop. Finished already? You think to yourself, looking inside the cup with hazed vision, confirming it’s indeed empty.

After setting it back down onto the table, you slump back into the bedhead, relaxing your body. You’re sore. Actually, sore is an understatement. Every single muscle and fiber in your body burns—and that isn’t entirely due to your heat either now that it’s finally subsiding. Perhaps you should be taking this time to have a look at your… condition, but you’re finding it harder and harder to keep your eyes open.

So you give in, sinking further and further into the bed as you doze off.

—

A few hours go by and Ralak returns with a net of fish thrown over his shoulder and a bucket of fresh water perched on his hip. He carefully sets down the bucket and rests the net next to the fire pit. He’s cautious not to wake you, nor come too close to you. Ralak ignites the fire and fans the flame. As quietly as possible, he prepares and cooks the fish, setting them aside to wrap in the leaves of a spartan tree.

Since coming to Awa’atltu, one of your biggest adjustments—despite the obvious—has been your change in diet. Fish weren’t uncommon back home, but they certainly weren’t the main source of food. You prefer the other foods here, your favourite being what you call ‘inland boar’, which is an animal that resembles what your father calls a ‘pig’ from his star.

But not even that, (boar) could smell better than this (fish).

The aroma alone rouses you from your sleep.

Your eyes open to a dark room and a glowing fire pit. The fire is out but the wood remains hot, shifting among different shades of orange and red. Ralak sits beside it, with his back leaning against the support beam of the pod. His arms are crossed over his chest and his knees are slightly bent. It’s hard to see more than just his silhouette with the lack of moonlight.

“That smells good.” You rasp. Ralak’s eyes fly open to reveal a familiar shade of deep blue. Like the sea. They glow and flicker before you, examining you now that you’re sitting up out of bed.

Crack.

A bolt of lightning strikes in the distance, illuminating the room. For a moment, you were able to see every single bike mark, scratch and bruise you’ve given him. It also reveals that he’s shaking. Trembling from being wet and cold, or possibly from the strain he was putting himself through from just being in the same room as you.

Ralak moves quickly, shuffling to his feet and going right for the leaf that holds a few sloppily rolled fish. He brings it to you, setting it slowly on your lap, being overly cautious not to touch you. Grabbing your cup on the table, he dunks it in the bucket and sets it beside you.

“Eat.” He whispers, backing away to sit next to the pit. You watch as he slides down the beam and into a sitting position, and then glance down at your food. Saliva pools in your mouth from the aroma wafting up your nose.

You’re hungry.

“Thank you.” You say quietly, hastily stuffing an entire roll into your mouth.

You moan as you chew, nodding your head from how good it tastes. It’s hard to swallow, given that you bit off more than you could chew—literally—but when it finally goesdown you feel your stomach grumble for more. Ralak watches you intently. A wince screwing his face with every swallow he witnesses. And when you finish, you chug down your water and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.

Another crack of lightning strikes, and then a low, lengthy rumble of thunder follows.

“That was… one of the best you’ve made, lak.” You say with a wobbly smile, slowly getting on your feet to wash your hands. The bucket is nearby your mate, who is still fixed in position. Although he remains unmoving, his eyes follow your every move. You shake your hands to dry them and shuffle over to Ralak and sit next to him.

“so… how do you feel?” You ask quietly, raising your hand to check if he’s feverish. He turns his head before your hand can make contact with his skin and his gaze locks onto the charred wood in the fire pit. 

“Fine.” Ralak mutters.

Eyebrows pinching in confusion, you tilt your head to try and look him in the eye. Your brows relax when you come to the realisation that he’s already taken care of himself. And only Eywa knows how many times.

“You know, you didn’t have to do that. I would have—”

“Ma’ muntxate [my wife]”He croaks, swiftly turning his head to look directly into your eyes. “Oeru txoa livu [please forgive me].”

“Txoa? [forgive?] What for, ma’ muntxatan? [husband]”

“I have… neglected you.” He’s struggling to speak. You can hear it in the strain of his voice.

Regardless, none of his words are really making any sense to you right now. How has he been neglectful? Despite the circumstances, it’s obvious he’s been trying his hardest to be good to you. Somehow, even conjuring up the strength to pull out of you and walk away.

“Ralak. You have not. Please, I—”

“Look at yourself.” He snaps, taking a quick glance at your body before dropping his head in his hands.

Crack.

Conveniently, another strike of lightning and boom of thunder, revealing exactly what he’s talking about. For a few seconds, you’re met with the sight of your battered body—scabbed and bruised. You lift your head, staring at his shameful demeanour. But the more you stare, the more you see your own reflection.

“And have you looked at yourself?” Your words bounce as you shuffle closer to him. “I bet you can’t even feel all that damage I’ve done to you.” You coo, using your thumb to gently graze past an easy six-inch scratch mark on his bicep. “I haven’t been so gentle with you either.”

Ralak shakes his head, allowing it to sink further into his hands. “You were starved.” He mumbles into the palms of his hands.

You sigh, pulling your knees to your chest and resting your chin in the dip between them. Your eyes wander over to the fire pit, catching sight of the outline of a few fish rolls.

Has he really punished himself by not eating?

“Have you eaten?” You ask, resting a gentle hand on his back.

“No need.”

“You should, you know. Don’t want you starving on me, lak.” You say lightheartedly, allowing your hand to slide up his spine and to the base of his skull.

He lets loose a quiet groan, fighting the twitch of his ears. Your fingers smooth over the base of his kuru, playing with the braid encasing that covers it. “If you do that—”

“Do what?” You whisper coyly, quickly running your hand down the length of his kuru.

His spine immediately straightens, his head lifting from his hands. The tips of your fingers gently make their way to his tendrils, carefully teasing them as they try to wrap around your digits. He sucks in a sharp breath and closes his eyes, allowing a shiver to run through him. It feels like your fingers were inside his skull, tickling his brain in the best way possible. 

Reaching for your kuru with your free hand, you bring it up and over your shoulder. You lean into Ralak, your lips only inches away from his. You pull away your fingers to grip and pull his queue forth. The loss of contact has him sitting up straight, opening his eyes to look at you.

“I will not let you suffer alone.” You whisper, lessening the distance between the two of you, tilting your head to the side ever so slightly. He stills himself, even limiting his own breath so as not to make any sudden moves. “Okay?”

You wait for just a moment. For him to say something. To move away. But he remains stock-still, waiting for you to initiate this. You smile, your top teeth briefly rubbing against this lower lip, and lock your lips with his. He exhales through his nose, coming to life from your kiss and returning it full force. You take this as a good sign. A sign that you’ve broken through that wall once again, and bring your kurus together — making tsaheylu [the bond].

Both your eyes fly open, blown pupils staring into one another as your spirits unify. You both pull back, shoulders and chests heaving from your quick, unsteady breaths. You feel all that he feels – the frustration, the panic, the tension. It’s all fading, now finally nearing the end. He feels your subsiding heat, your soreness, your overpowering urge to care for him.

Before another second could pass, your lips crash into each other again—tongues intertwining as they explore one another’s mouth. Using his hand to support your upper back, he slowly lowers you onto the woven floor, parting your legs with his free hand. He situates himself between them, pressing his crotch firmly against yours. He’s warm, just like the toasty fire pit next to you.

I will try to be gentle. Ralak thinks to you, just like he’s been promising to be night after night.

I know you will. You smile, moving your kisses down his jawline as he slides his hands between your sticky pelvises.

——

It hasn’t even been two full weeks since the synchronous heat that had you and your mate locked away in your marui pod for a little over two days. Your back and thighs–and honestly everywhere else– still ache but outside of that, you feel like a brand new person. You weren’t able to confidently say that Ralak feels the same way, however.

Of course, he was adamant on limiting intimacy until you were ‘healed and recovered’. But, he had a bounce in his step. As if he were physically lighter. As if the weight of six years of pent up sexual frustration and self neglect melted off his back when you satiated the ‘insatiable’.

The constant aftercare was almost sickening. Even after most of your marks had faded he remained adamant on treating them with your own omaticayan herbs from back home. He praised them at every use, thanking your people for making such exceptional ’umtsa [medicine].

But as you entered the second week, after tons of reassurance, things dissipated and went back to normal. Ralak went back to his usual routine—fishing, hunting, responding to a few calls to Tonowari and your father. Ralak, without a doubt, made a vow to you and himself not to initiate anything until you were more than healed. But nonetheless clung to you in the nights.

He even, in fact, added a new step into your usual nighttime regimen. As usual, it began with the snuggles and tucking you under his arm just right, providing you with enough warmth to endure the cool night air. Then, he would release the perfect amount of pheromones to get you drowsy enough for bed.

But recently, he’s spent the past seven nights delaying the nightly routine until he’s had his fill of your scent. He’d lay himself down on your chest, nuzzling his face into your bosom and just breathe. You allowed it, thinking it was his own newfound way to wind down for bed.

Yet, the real reason was much different.

——

Right on the two week mark, Tsireya had roped you in with helping her with some of her Tsakrem duties. You were always happy to help her though, as it meant getting away from the marui pod for a little even if it meant being poked and prodded at.

And it certainly didn’t take long for that to happen.

Tsireya lets out a frustrated sigh and plops the medicinal pouch she’s weaving in her lap.  “I can no longer ignore it, y/n. You smell different.”

You lift your head, tearing your focus from your task of weaving and look at her with a puzzled expression on your face. You bring the end of your tail to your nose and sniff, but smell… nothing. “Like what?” Her brows lower and her eyes glisten with concern. She purses her lips and unsheathes the lengthy pin from its casing and grabs your hand. “Here we go.” You mutter to yourself, squeezing your eyes shut as you anticipate the sting.

Prick.

“Sss—ah! You need to be careful with how deep you go with that, you know. You could really—” The tsahik in training puts the wooden stick to her tongue and stares at you wide eyed, mouth agape. It’s as if she wants to speak but the words are lodged in her throat. “What? What is it?”

“You—perhaps I am wrong.” She stutters, quickly sheathing the tool back into its casing. “You should see my mother, y/n.”

“What? Why? Just tell me.” The words come out in a haste, and your voice is laced with panic. Do you have some sort of disease of the sea? Is there a cure? 

“You — you are with child.” Her lips tremble as she says the words in an uncertain tone of voice.

“What?” You stare at her dumbfounded, a little caught off guard by her choice of words.

“Pregnant. You’re pregnant. But I am likely mistaken. I am only in training. Which is why I said you should see my moth—”

“Oh. No. You’re… you’re probably right, Tsireya.” You swallow the spit pooling in your cheeks, avoiding eye contact.

“H-How? I mean. I know how. But how? Surely Ralak knows not to do such a thing during your heat. He can control himself. R-Right?”

“Right. If I were the only one… in heat.” You say the last few words under your breath, fixing your shawl before picking back up your task.

“What do you mean?” Tsireya leans in with a tilted head, looking a little closer at your covered shoulder. “Did you help him with his rut?” Tsireya asks bluntly. “He’s been unmated for six years, y/n. Did you reall—”

“I am his mate. Of course I did.” You nearly snap, baffled by the tone she’s having with you.

“H-How did that even work?” Tsireya shakes her head, slowly raising her hand towards you.

“What is that supposed to mean?” You finally lift your head to shoot her a puzzled, yet offended stare. “It worked like it would for any other Na’vi.”

“Y/n…” Tsireya quickly grabs your shawl, pulling it off your shoulder to reveal a large, deep and scabbed up bite mark. It looks almost infected because of the strange omaticayan herbal concoction smeared over it. “You should have just let him ease you into it. Look at you, you’re all bruised and—”

“Tsireya.” You interject, “thank you for the concern, but—” you aggressively pull up your shawl, “I feel just fine. Besides, being in heat was the best way to ‘ease me into it’…He was as gentle as he could be.” You mutter, twiddling with the twine as you think back to the way he tried to handle you with care.

“By the looks of it, he was anything but gentle with you.” Tsireya seethes, angry that the man she grew up looking at like a brother would do something like this to you.

You wince at her words. They’re like a knife to the heart.

A long, awkward silence fills the space between you and Tsireya. She reflects on everything she’s said, realising that perhaps she was a little more harsh than needed. She softens her gaze, “I’m sorry. I should not have said that. I just hate seeing you hurt.”

“I get it. I know you’re just looking out for me. It’s alright, ‘reya.”

You exchange lighthearted smiles.

“You are definitely pregnant then. After six years, he must have really filled you—”

“Tsireya!” You laugh, giving her shoulder a light shove.

Tsireya’s grin morphs into a more serious expression. “See mother to make sure. Okay?”

Your smile also fades into something softer as you nod your head in agreement. “Okay.”

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[neteyamsyawntu]

Kinktober 19

T h r e e s o m e

Ralak & Neteyam

PART 1

✨Friendly Disclaimer: The content of this story contains aged-up characters! If this is something that makes you uncomfortable, please feel free to click or scroll away. The last thing I want is for anyone to read something they are uncomfortable with, however if you decide to interact with any negativity, you will be blocked from my blog as a result.

Warnings: 🔞MINORS DNI🔞, use of aphrodisiacs, dom!Ralak, dom!Neteyam, fingering, grinding, vulgar language, dirty talk

Art and Ralak created by @zestys-stuff

“Y/N keep up.” Ralak asserted trudging uphill through the Pandoran forest alongside Neteyam Sully. Today Neteyam was tasked with finding a large and firm enough piece of wood to craft into a warrior’s spear- the perfect opportunity to take in the fresh scenery of the lush Pandoran jungle. Having grown up on the island you’d always had a certain fascination about the forest and it’s wonders. It had been years since the Sullys had become apart of the Metkayina and ever since their arrival you were dying for a chance to have one of the forest natives guide you through the foreign terrain. Although you were typically busy with your own tasks, working closely alongside Ralak as a fellow warrior of the clan, luck seemed to have been on your side when both you and Ralak were tasked with helping Neteyam train and complete his tasks to conclude his iknimaya. 

“Yes ‘Lak.” You grumble with a roll of your eyes, before directing your attention to the two men ahead of you. The nickname made Ralak’s back tense as it was not necessarily something that he took joy in, but rather tolerated as it was an old habit that had yet to die from your shared teen years together. Your eyes flicked between both of them and you couldn’t help, but find yourself a bit distracted by their contrasting forms. While Ralak had the build most typically seen in ocean na’vi, he was definitely larger and more broad in size. Then there was Neteyam, a very slender form in comparison to what you were used to seeing growing up, although despite his small waist line, similar to Ralak his shoulders were broad as well. His thin tail being the first to catch your eyes when you had initially met him, now mentally noting how cute it looked as it flicked back and forth as he walked.

Both of their bodies were seamlessly decorated in rippling muscles, attributed to the constant use of them throughout the ins and outs of their everyday lives. Had their bodies always look this appealing? Of course they had; when Ralak had first gotten the tattoo on his pelvis region, there had been multiple accounts of when he had caught you blatantly staring. As for Neteyam, when you had finally gotten close enough to take a proper look at him, a sort of flutter in your stomach appeared, finding yourself intrigued by his difference in physical attributes. You quickly shake the thought from your head as a voice calls you out of your own world, “So Y/N what are your thoughts on the forest? You have been wanting to explore it for some time now, is that right?” Neteyam hums, looking at you from over his shoulder watching as your enamored eyes wander around the luscious foliage of the jungle, “It is breathtaking… so many diverse colors- lots of green.”

Neteyam chuckles softly at your comment, continuing to effortlessly move through the familiar terrain, his eyes taking in the scenery himself, “I find the green comforting, just as I’m sure the color of the ocean is the same for you.”. You simply hum in agreement, letting your eyes bounce from plant to plant, ears perking to the sounds of the forest’s inhabitants. Your eyes then fall to a particularly bright colored plant. It’s petals were a sort of deep violet, bulbed and pinched into a peak at the end. How curious it looked, something about it seemed to pull at you, urging it to get closer. Brief hints of a sweet smell wafted into your nose and suddenly you find yourself walking off course toward the allurious plant. 

“Hey Neteyam, do you know what plant kind of this is?” You ask, your voice sounding a tad dissociated as you reach out for the plant. Both Neteyam and Ralak stop in their tracks, looking over to where you had strayed off to. While Ralak’s expression, although neutral, tinged with shared annoyance and confusion, as you typically weren’t one to be distracted while on duty. Neteyam’s eyes on the other hand widen in panic, his body thrusting himself forward to you, Ralak instinctually following suit as he realized the plant may not be as harmless as it looked. “Y/N no! Don’t touch that!” Neteyam exclaims, moving with haste to your side, unfortunately it was just as your fingertips graze the smooth petals. In a flurry of movements, Neteyam’s hand is pressed to your muzzle, covering your nose, his arm wrapping around your waist to pull you away from it, yet it was all in vain as your simple brush against the bulbed petal triggered them to unravel and burst forth a dust cloud of some strange pollen. 

Luckily for  Neteyam’s quick reflexes you had avoided getting doused in the pollen, however the same could not be said for both males. Neteyam had taken the brunt of the pollen, as he pushed you out of the way, falling directly on top of you, while Ralak was able to get a decent whiff of the pollen’s intrusive scent. It permeated each of their nostrils, filling their senses with a sweet and addictive aroma. Ralak stumbled back as he tried to brush some remnants of pollen off of his hands, blinking rapidly as his nerves began to feel as if they were vibrating, “What- what is this…?” Ralak growls to himself, clumsily sitting down against a tree as the sensation of his dick twitching to life, made him release a guttural groan. 

On top of you, Neteyam was panting heavily, his hand still over your nose and his face in your neck. Your eyes flicked back and forth between the two men until the realization hit you. The plant must have been some kind of aphrodisiac and seeing the effects it was having on each of your companions, you now felt stupid for approaching the mysterious plant in the first place. “Neteyam are you oka-Mmn!”, You bite your lip to muffle a moan as Neteyam starts to grind his hardened cock against your clothed folds, huffing into your ear, “Need you… hmm.. you smell so good.” He mumbles into your skin, pressing his cock firmly against your clit, making your eyes roll at the friction. 

Your eyes meet Ralak’s as you turn your head to observe his state, his loincloth already discarded, pumping himself with deep grunts as he watches you squirm beneath Neteyam. His gaze was hot and possessive, his fangs digging into his bottom lip as if it were his only restraint to stop himself from coming over there to take you all for himself. It’s when Neteyam grinds particularly hard against your clit, earning a loud moan from you in response that Ralak finally loses his composure. His feet stomped heavily as he swiftly approached the two of you, using his strength to his advantage to roll Neteyam from off of you. A sense of relief yet a bit of disappointment washes over you at the loss of the friction, but the feeling is fleeting a one when Ralak grabs you by your top, hoisting you to sit on his lap as he kneels down to your level, “You did this- now fix it.” He growls, grinding you onto his erection, the rough material of your loincloth making him hiss in disapproval.

“R-Ralak hold on!” You whine with a prominent blush painted across your face, frantically moving your hands against his calm ones as he begins to untie your loincloth, “Need it off… need you.” He grumbles, rubbing his cheek against yours. Just as he does so, a booming hiss sounds from behind you. To Neteyam, he was witnessing what he sought to be his being claimed. The hairs on the back of your neck stood in unease as the tension in the air between the two males thickened. In a matter of seconds, Neteyam is claiming your backside, pressing you into his chest, while he glided his cheek along the length of your neck. Each of the men growled and hissed lowly at one another, non verbally warning the other to be wary of their own dominance. Despite this they seemed to be at an understanding… the understanding that they were to share you. For now…They were in the same predicament after all, infected with the effects of the lustrous flower.

Your body trembled as each of their hands began to touch and caress different parts of your body, Neteyam beginning to nibble at your ear, while on the opposite side of your head, Ralak was intently dragging his tongue up your neck, feeling your pulse quicken beneath the wet muscle, “Needy little paysyul…” he murmurs against your skin, his hands becoming rougher, groping your ass cheeks hungrily, pulling and pushing your hips to move your wet pussy lips along his shaft. Neteyam eyed your flustered facial expressions silently, his hands moving to knead gently at your breasts, letting out a hushed groan when your back arches into his touch, your consenting action sending blood straight to his already immensely firm cock.

Somewhere amidst the heat of the exchange of touches, your loincloth had been completely discarded, the realization only hitting when you feel two slender fingers rolling circles on your naked clit, combined with the sensation of your moistening folds grinding against Ralak's cock, making your hips jerk slightly at the sensation, “Does that feel good, yawne? You like it when I touch you here?” Neteyam purrs, nuzzling into your neck lovingly. A shiver raced up your spine before you could respond, a shaky whine leaving your lips as one of Ralak’s strong hand finds its way to the base of your thick tail, stroking it languidly.

“Such a sensitive little thing isn’t she?” Ralak says in a gentle rasp, moving his lips to suckle just above your collarbone, coaxing yet another helpless noise from you. “Mhm, she’s so cute like this…” Neteyam hums in response, letting his fingers venture further down to swipe a bit of slick from between your folds, then dragging the digits slowly back up to lubricate your aching clit once he begins to stroke it again. “Ahng~.”, Your head falls back onto Neteyam’s shoulder, mouth open with a stream of desperate whines echoing into their ears only urging your companions to work diligently to hear more of them. 

Ralak’s grip on your tail grew stronger, bucking his hips eagerly against your intimates. His body was growing rigid, nearly shaking with want out of primal need. You could tell Neteyam was quickly coming to this point as well by the way his heated panting reverberated with deep growls. “Fuck, I can’t take this- I need to be in you, yawne.” Neteyam groans, adjusting his position to clumsily untie his loincloth, while his other hand continued to flick at your clit.

Ralak’s gaze immediately shifts to Neteyam, his fangs bared in a chest vibrating snarl, “You have not even proved yourself a warrior of our clan- she is not yours to take.”.

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[fairy-corno]

Here is my male Navi oc A’teyo that I redrew thanks to the inspirations of @zestys-stuff oc Ralak who so damn FINE 😩👌i do have a nsfw version that I will happily post 😳

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[neteyamssyulang]

Morning Sex

Day 23

oc belongs to @zestys-stuff

Pairing: Ralak x Fem omaticaya reader

Warnings: Dom Ralak, Sub reader, Morning sex, P in V.

Word count: 313

Translation(s): knalupomi vonvä -> Fucking asshole.

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Mornings with your mate were the best, since Ralak was an early riser he’d normally get up and go out to hunt for breakfast before coming back to prepare it for the both of you.

Once breakfast was done, he’d go over to your sleeping form and carefully shake you awake. Today though you refused to wake up as you wanted to sleep in longer.

Again Ralak gently shook you hoping this time you’d get up so the both of you could eat, but when you didn’t get up he sighed in frustration.

Suddenly an idea came to mind, he knew you wouldn’t mind it since it wasn’t the first time he’s woken you up this way.

Swiftly he untied the knots of your tewng pulling it off your body before doing the same to his, he then moved to hover over you.

One hand he kept by your head holding him up so he wouldn’t crush you while the other he used to position his cock at your entrance.

Slowly he slid into your awaiting walls biting back the groans he wanted to let free while a shallow moan fell from your lips, by now you were awake but pretended to still be asleep.

Huffing Ralak slammed the last few inches inside you causing your eyes to snap open “knalupomi vonvä!” You hissed looking up at your mate.

He chuckled softly leaning down to kiss you on the cheek “Well, maybe my mate should listen then” as he spoke he rolled his hips causing his cock to brush up against your sweet spot.

Before you could speak again, Ralak pulled out halfway only to ram back inside, his pace was slow but still a bit rough.

“M-ma’lak..” you moaned reaching up placing a hand on his cheek, he smiled turning his head to kiss your palm “Yes pretty girl?” He purred.

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[headsincloud9]

Summary:The Sullys arrived to what they are hoping a new home; the Metkayina clan of Awa'atlu. Seeking uturu they are forced to adapt to a life at sea Foreign to her family but to Kílsyí it feels like home.

Note: Kílsyí is my original oc. Ralak belongs to @zestys-stuff and this story was inspired by @tiredmamaissy love you both!!!

Warning: suggestive hint at NSFW but mostly nothing

Chapter 2: First Breath

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Kílsyí made her way to her family but for some reason she felt a lot of eyes on her more than usual and that made her anxious and she wanted to hide and disappear from sight. Her tail slapped at the sand in frustration then swayed with irritated movements. Her body language said one thing ‘stop fucking looking at me’ most around her did focusing on her father her sibling her mother but there was still that burning feeling of being watched, it wasn’t unpleasant but it was noticeable like something at the edge of you mind you can’t quite recall or an itch you couldn’t quite scratch. She looks around her head coming up from the ground for the first time, her bicolored eyes scanning the people. Her eyes landed on one that unapologetically held her own head tilted in curiosity that was guarded behind a neutral expression. Her tail went rigid as her ears flicked and she felt her body grow hot. She didn’t like the feeling she got or rather how fast it occurred. She looked away though the feeling of being watched and the heat didn’t. ‘Click..pop..click’

What snapped her back into focus was one word “uturu, sanctuary” she looked to her father as the Tsahik of the clan Ronal looked them over the clan leader Tonowari coming from the shore as well. Kílsyí watched as she criticized them for how they looked and she felt their pain and a hiss slowly rose from her throat taking everyone by surprise including herself. She looked around at Jake giving her a look and Tiri doing so as well. But what she didn’t expect was Ronal to look at her not with offense but with curiosity, shock, and was that sadness “Naya?!” She whispers out in disbelief tears in her eyes as she reaches out for her face. Kílsyí was frozen in place..that was her mothers name. “ Naya passed………when she gave birth to a baby girl” Tonowari said to his mate softly. “You knew my mom,” Kílsyí murmurs, shocked as she knew little to nothing about the other half of her blood. “Uturu has been asked” his voice echoes and with a soft nod Ronal consents to let them stay. “ We will talk soon but first you need to rest and learn the way of your people.”

Kílsyí was reeling her body moving on its own; the only thing on her mind was how the tsahik had looked at her with such happiness and sweet sorrow like reuniting with an old friend or even loved family member. “Kílsyí!!!” She jumped hearing her name and finally snapped out of her trance having stared at the floor of their mauri pod for 5 entire minutes unmoving. She looked up seeing Jake and Tiri looking at her concerned while her siblings were outside the door eavesdropping of course but just as worried “I’m fine” she blinked her eyes were blank almost muted her tail was twisting in ways that showed different “i think i need air, i'll go start learning “ she says

Jake tried to stop her to tell her that she'd be training with someone closer her age and as she was one of the people by blood Tonowari selected someone for her. But Kílsyí continued until she ran, letting her body take over as she saw the clear blue, she attracted eyes as she ran and dove off the walkway into the water with perfect diving form. She let the water envelop her and she felt her heartbeat slow and her body relax, her mind calm, she was at peace. She swam around taking in the beautiful reef it was nothing like the forest rivers and streams it was teaming with life and colors. She smiled and looked around, spotting her brothers with the clan leaders' kids. She swam closer seeing Kiri first and she touched her chest smiling happily that she was doing so well before she saw Neteyam and Lo'ak and swam to them. She waves and stuck out her tongue blowing bubbles in his face much more at ease now she was in the water. Aonung and Tsireya watched in shock as the eldest of the Sullys took to water as if she was born here. They all went to the surface and Kilsyi pants a little more so from laughing "Kilsyi how are you so good at breathing" aonung asks a bit rude but it was more curious. She sighs softly and looks away. "My father took me swimming every day since I was an infant. It's where I feel my safest, I suppose , and flying" she says "the way water lives in you Kílsyí, you are one of us" tsireya says. She smiles to the girl "thank you.....Neteyam Lo'ak you'll do fine don't rush that pain you feel is panic calm accept it" she swims off to take some more time on her own.

She had no idea that she was being observed by someone sharp eyes assessed her as he took her time and explored the reef. She lost track of how long she was under, unlike home this was lol new to her and she didn’t have to worry about being under to long this clan lived and breathed water. Above water Tonowari was talking to Jake with a impatient Ronal close behind “ she has a right to know where she came from she is one of the people, her mother is with our ancestors.” Ronal insisted as Naya Kílsyí’s mother was the closest thing Ronal had to a sister before she died. Jake looked back out at the water seeing that she had not come up for air. “And who’s going to teach her the way of her people she has has been an omatikaya her entire life.” Jake says worried that she would struggle after getting overwhelmed with her past and her training. “30 minutes she been under the water for 30 minutes she is not just omatikaya she is metkayina and it shows” Tonowari reminded him. Kílsyí came up for air this time gasping she had been so invested in what was below she didn’t come back up for air black spots in her vision and her heart starting to pound was her indication. She swam to shore and sighs laying back on the sand listening to the waves crash on the beach.

Her tranquility was short live as a shadow had taken the place of the sun. She opens her eyes and looks up seeing Jake and the Olo’eyktan Tonowari and the warrior from before the one that looked at her oddly. He had the same look on his face now as before and she still couldn’t put an emotion to it. She turned her attention back to Jake who looked like he was struggling to find the right words “we’ve decided to switch up your training as you already can swim better than any of us so you will be learning to be a hunter with one of tonowari's best warriors and hunters and you will be learning healing from Ronal she knew your mother personally and this is your home by blood it's only fair” he says hoping she would understand. Kílsyí sighs, biting her bottom lip, lacing her finger together, popping the joints she had picked up from a scientist and it became a nervous tick. She noticed the warrior to Jake’s left seemed to be put off by the sound and she instantly stopped putting them behind her back. She watched as his eyes widen ever so slightly shocked she had that keen of perception. “I’d rather just learn it all together with you, not the family” she mutters. It's not that she didn’t want to learn, it's just that she didn’t want to get special treatment. She got lost in how a few of the others would say it wasn’t fair for her to she pass or fail like the rest of them.

She sighs softly as she remembers the words Jake had said in the pod as she had aimlessly moved around “don’t cause trouble and learn fast. ‘Pop..click..pop’ she popped the joints in her fingers her lip disappears between her teeth “ alright then” she conceded closing her eyes taking a deep breath, it was clear to the 3 that she wasn’t feeling at all at home despite having some connection here a sentiment 2 of the 3 Navi with her could understand. “I promise it won't be bad lsyi” she gave a genuine smile and holds back a laugh “ that is my line” she says as that was what she said to him when she saw him get thrown into mud when he was training years ago. Jake seemed satisfied giving a smile and stands leaving her with the other na’vi.

She couldn’t bring herself to say anything and she couldn’t give him the greeting she squeezed her hands knowing that if he started to pop her joints she wouldn’t stop. Her tail wrapped around her own leg as her eyes bored into the surf and sand and she began to jerk her knee back and forth moving her body, she cursed how many sky people mannerisms she picked up she may have not had 4 fingers or be part human but she might as well been with her peculiar movements. But it grinded to a halt as she felt it again that burning stare she felt when she first arrived and the heat that made her heart race. But this time she heard a soft sound, was it a chuckle? She looked up at him making eye contact and her face confused. She let her eyes look him over her own words caught in his throat he was huge in all manner of the word

As she looked upon the tattooed Metkayina Na'vi warrior with long, wet hair, she couldn't help but feel her thoughts begin to wander through the nervousness still reigned strong in her body. With each passing moment, her gaze lingered longer upon his rippling muscles, enjoying the way his tattoos seemed to come alive upon his skin, reminding her how water would change the pattern of the river bed at home. It was a welcome comparison her mind made. And as her mind began to wander, she pictured herself running her fingers along his tattoos, tracing the lines and curves until she found herself lost in a haze of- well she didn’t know what it was it reminded her of the burning need she felt when she hadn’t swam in so long, that burn she felt when she held her breath too long, it was sharp hard to swallow.

But it wasn't just his tattoos that held her attention - it was the way he moved, the way his body seemed to flow with an easy grace that left her breathless. She found herself imagining what it would be like to feel that body pressed against hers, his arms wrapping tightly around her as she lost herself in his embrace.

As she continued to stare, mesmerized by this striking warrior before her, her thoughts grew increasingly inappropriate. She couldn't help but picture him completely devoid of clothing, baring all his secrets to her eager eyes. It was a heady almost mind crushing fantasy, one that left her heart racing and her body aching for more, like a shot of adrenaline .

And as she finally tore her gaze away, she knew that she could never quell the burning that this tattooed warrior had sparked within her to the point it made her stomach churn as if she would lose her stomach all together. In that moment, she was trapped, unable to breathe air, completely and utterly lost. “Are you okay?” She heard his voice. Her ear flicked as she finally registered his voice. It was deep husky and it made her nervous in a way she couldn’t pinpoint. She swallows again for the second time finally able to get words out “yes” she says looking down again unaware of the amused look on his face as he had caught her completely eye fucking him.

She sighs, closing her eyes under his watchful yet confused ones. She slowly calmed down the movement and with a deep breath relaxed although she couldn't place there was something rooted now. And she was not prepared to figure out what.

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