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Bby…

The feels

The feralness

The ending

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BLOOD THIRST

Pairing: Vampire Neteyam x scientist human fem reader

Words: 6.3K

Summary: A infectious bite, an incurable disease, a blood sucking monster. You know there's a cure; you know you can fix this mistake. But will you have enough time before the beast gets loose?

Warnings: Aged-up character, NSFW, Dark Content/Dead Dove Do Not Eat, angst (lovers torn apart/self sacrifice) mentions of killing people and rats, vampire lore, blood play, drinking blood, biting, grinding, oral sex (fem receiving), P in V, creampie, size difference, human x Na'vi.

Notes: I've had this idea for so long and I'm so excited to actually have written it!

Credit: Credit to @sugarsong78 for the blood moon prompt. Credit to @cafekitsune for MDNI and support banners. Credit to @saradika-graphics for the divider.

Na'vi Translation:

Mawey, ma tìyawn: Be calm, love

Skxawng: Moron; Idiot

Tawtute: Spy People/Person

Nga yawne lu oer: I love you; you are beloved to me

Clink! Clink!

The sharp ringing of metal cuffs bouncing against the metal table leg rings out through the silent lab. Your ears ring as you cringe at the sound, more bothered by the notion of the restraints than your patient.

The sample shaker in front of you is the only other noise in the room besides the testing rats you've refused to bring into this, a quiet hum emanating from the small machine as it churns your samples together for the umpteenth time today for the second week straight.

There wasn't much time, that much you knew. The Blood Moon was days away, and every sample you had was still black, still showing negative for a cure you desperately need. Your tired body practically hangs off your work station table as you wait, sore neck and strained eyes not helping the growing migraine at the back of your head. Not eating or drink much water isn't helping either.

You've been in this section of the lab for days now, locked away from the prying eyes of others as you drown yourself in your research, fighting an imaginary clock for a cure your patient is fully convinced doesn't exist. So much so that he's refused to give any further DNA samples, you're reduced down to the minuscule amount of spit you could collect from the rim of his cup.

The noise of the sample shaker stops, body moving by muscle memory to turn off the machine and remove the lid as your burning eyes peel themselves open. Blurry vision focusing to drink in the soul crushing sight before you. Every sample: still black.

Your fingers curl into fists as a snarl rips from your throat, slamming your fists down so hard on the table everything bounces and falls over, a bruising ache building in your wrists as you repeat the action. "Fuck dammit!" you scream, blinded by your frustration as you grab the nearest vial and hurl it across the room, a spray of inky black covering the pristine white wall as glass flies everywhere. You stare at the mess you've made, whispering a quiet, "Fuck..." To yourself as your body collapses down the side of your work station.

"Mawey, ma tìyawn. I told you, your efforts are useless." Neteyam's low, raspy voice calls out to you from the other side of the room, ringing of metal scrapping metal getting louder as he shifts. "Please, just let me–"

"No," you cut him off, digging the heels of your palms into your eyes until a burst of colorful dots clouds your vision. "No way in hell."

A eerie silence falls for a long time over both of you, half convincing you that Neteyam had fallen back asleep before he spoke again. "I don't blame you."

A cold pain curdles in your gut and into your chest at his words, his soft voice piercing the stuffy air as you continue to cowar behind your work table. Peeking out, you see the light twitch of his extremely pale blue hand hanging from it's handcuff, the only part of him not hiding in the darkest part of his corner, hiding from the harsh fluorescent lights hanging overhead.

The lights hurt or at least he says they do. So does the sun. They burn his pale skin so badly second degree burn boils will litter his body if he's exposed for too long.

It hurts to eat normal, cooked food. It doesn't settle well into his stomach. No fruit or vegetable can calm the nausea that follows forcing down a piece of grilled meat, the only kind of meat he could eat was raw, blood dripping raw.

It's painful to be around people. They're like a sweet treat dangling in front of a restricted child, too tempting to not take a taste of the scarlet liquid running through their veins.

That's why he stayed away after everything happened; that's why you haven't seen him for the last three years. And now he's sitting twenty feet from you in his darkened corner with a cuff chaining him to the bolted down table by his own doing. Not wanting to attack you or any others... not again.

Forcing yourself to your feet, you shuffle closer to Neteyam's corner, keeping the ten feet distance as he's requested. From the darkness, the outline of his figure shifts towards the light, showing the monster your best friend has become. His beautiful azure skin is painful pale and drained of all signs of life, bioluminescence freckles turned dim from the lack of nutrition in his body, as his once hypnotizing gold eyes have now turned a deep blood red. His braids are grown out and his loincloth tattered from his time in hiding, his muscular stature weakened and thin from the starvation he's put himself through.

But even through all his sufferings and withering form, his unnatural eyes still hold the same kindness towards you all the same. Even through his terrifying fangs, his smile is still the same boyish grin you grew to love as a teenager. And even through all the time you've spent apart, your heart still aches for the man you see in front of you.

Neteyam takes in your disheveled state with a concerned look, "I truly don't blame you at all. You do not need to torment yourself to try to make up for something I don't regret."

You avert your gaze away from his, sickened with yourself that he's like this because of you. You grab at your sleeve, rolling up the material to bunch around your elbow. You extend your arm, presenting the exposed flesh to Neteyam, small wrist just a foot away from his face as you invade his corner. "You need to feed–"

Neteyam all but crawls away at your presence, neck strained as he pulls his face as far away as possible from your extended arm. You growl at his reaction, taking another step closer to him, accidentally brushing against his calf as you do so, feeling just how icy cold his skin really is. "You need to feed! Starving yourself won't fix any of this!"

A gravely hiss sounds out from the darkness as your arm is swiftly smacked away, "Feeding will only make me stronger if I turn."

"And being starved will only make you more feral if you don't!" you argue back, rubbing at the mark Neteyam had made from the light smack, a sudden nausea twisting in your stomach as you imagine how strong he still is; how much stronger he would be fed.

You sigh when the only response you get is Neteyam's laboured pants in between his weak attempts at holding his breath. Your limbs feel as if there's led running through your veins, exhaustion pricking at your eyes as they begin to water. You scrub at your face, letting a loud groan echo around your hands as you bury your face in them. "What the hell am I gonna do?"

You didn't expect an answer, "Go eat. Take a shower. Sleep. Please..." You almost wince at the pleading edge to Neteyam's weak voice, peeking out through your finger at the black outline still hugging itself in the shadows. You nod, dropping your hands and tugging down your sleeve. Double checking every window is covered and every door is locked, you stand in the doorway of the lab, staring into the darkness for a hint of red. "Good night, Nete."

"Come, Nete! Humans shouldn't be faster than Na'vi!" you tease, running ahead of the young warrior coming up behind you. Neteyam's distant footsteps grow softer, disappearing all together as you look over your shoulder for him.

The forest grows silent, fauna silencing themselves as you strain to hear Neteyam, unable to trust your eyes for a sign of him. You crouch, crawling into a thicket of bushes to conceal yourself, keeping your eyes on the winding tree branches above for any little movement that'll give the mighty warrior away.

A pair of warm hands wrap around your waist, snatching you from your hiding place as you're dragged across the ground and pinned under a heavy weight. The pair of hands slowly move up your body to grasp at your thin wrists, keeping your arms above your head as Neteyam peers down at you. "Pretty human girls shouldn't underestimate their mates."

You roll your eyes, squirm your knee up in between your bodies so it rests against his chest, giving you enough leverage to push some of his heavy weight off you – at least he lets you believe you're the one actually lifting his weight. "Not mates yet, you skxawng." you laugh, only giving a light tug for your wrists to be free.

Neteyam hums, nuzzling into the side of your neck as he shift his body to settle in between your open legs, both of you quite familiar with this position as you hold on to each other on the forest floor. "Then little tawtutes shouldn't try to out run their best friend, especially when they are Na'vi."

Your fingers explore through Neteyam's freshly down braids as you snuggle into his chest, "Hmm, well I'm pretty sure this Na'vi likes the chase a little too much." you whisper into his ear, watching it twitch at your words as a low rumble of purr travels into Neteyam's chest and into yours. Neteyam slowly looks up from his comfortable place on your chest, slowly blinking at you as your favorite lop-sided grin graces his lips. "Nga yawne lu oer."

You lean forward, rubbing the tip of your noses together followed by a soft kiss. "I love you too."

The day passes slowly in each other's arms, small talk exchanged between little naps and snack breaks as you both take your well deserved breaks from the chaos of your daily lives.

You're finishing up your portion of fruit when you hear it. The light rustling of leaves followed by the smallest of cries that immediately makes you turn around to find the source, Neteyam's ears perking at the sound and your actions to find it.

"Leave it," he warns you, gathering the fruit peel and bits of shell from your nuts. "Whatever it is, nature will take care of it."

You scoff at that, "Nature left this animal to cry while hiding, if it needs artificial help and I walked away, it's death is on me. I'm a scientist, Nete, I'm obligated to help." you argue, continuing to approach the desperate cry.

"The death will not be in vain, The Great Mother– Tìyawn!" Neteyam bolts up as you pull aside the large leaves covering the injured creature aside, crouching down to examine the small, black quivering ball. "Hey, buddy. It's okay, I'm gonna h–"

The black, hairless creature suddenly leaps up, teeth bared as it lunges for your neck, talon like claws digging into your shoulders to keep you close as it fights to pierce your skin with it's disgusting mouth. You scream, gripping at the cold thing clinging to you as you use all your strength to pull it off, only to shriek as it's nails rip away at your flesh the harder you try.

Neteyam grabs the thin, lanky arms of the vicious creature, pulling up on it's talons so it releases it's hold on you. Finally free of it's grasp, you fall backwards, hugging your shoulders as Neteyam grapples with the thing, fumbling for his knife as it snaps it's long fangs at his face. The hand holding the creature at bay is instead pierced with the sharp teeth, a loud yelp coming from Neteyam as the creature gnaws at his hand.

Hauling his arm back, Neteyam hurls the creature into the foliage it came from, screaming as chunk of his flesh is ripped away in the process. Both of you are panting, cradling your wounds as the sounds of the beast's shrieks fill the late afternoon air. Neteyam slowly kneels, holding his wrist as he glares at his shaking hand, dark blood unnaturally leaking from the wound.

"Neteyam?" you whisper, beginning to stand so you can attend to him, afraid he's losing too much blood. His eyes roll back into his head, body going limp as he collapses to the hard forest floor.

"NETEYAM!"

You jerk awake, a loud gasp tearing through your throat as you jolt forward, sitting up in bed so quickly your vision goes black for a moment before refocusing. Your bedsheets cling to your skin as a layer of sweat drenches your body, days old clothes still layed scattered on the floor where you left them moments before face planting into the mattress.

The big, flashing neon red lights of your alarm clock says it's only 3:38AM, but you still feel tired. It doesn't feel like you've gotten three hours of sleep; it doesn't feel like you've slept at all. The back of your head pounds with built up pressure and a reminder that you still haven't eaten.

Throwing the covers off, you all but drag your limp body out of bed, throwing your still half dazed self into the small nightstand by your side, grabbing a discard granola bar, ripping it open and eat it. The grain bar is old and crumbly, not much flavour and too much texture all at once as you force yourself to shovel down the cardboard imitation of food without water.

After fumbling around in the dark for clean clothes and trying to keep them that way with all the crumbs getting everywhere, you find an old, half drank bottle of water and decide to risk it, cringing at the stale, warm taste as you chug the remaining water and throw the bottle with the granola wrapper inside the overflowing trash bin by the door.

Wrapping the thick, white material of your wrinkled lab coat around you, a shiver wracks down your body at the coldness still lingering in your body, the verge of malnutrition and dehydration barely being kept at by as your overworked body forces itself to trudge down the hall. The creeping anxiety of your nightmare still clinging to the walls of your mind as you try to physically shake off the familiar feeling as you reach the double bolted door to your lab.

You miss inserting your keycard in the first time, letting out whiney groan as you have to grab your arm to steady your hand well enough to actually slide the card through, unlocking the outer door and having to repeat the process with the second door with the secondary key card hanging around your neck.

You stand still outside the second door, staring blankly at the plain metal door, unmoving as your body is suspended in the hair raising feeling filling your bones, an all too well-known memory flooding back as you push open the door, letting the blinding white light from inside wash over you.

You can't find him.

He was just there. Motionless. Lifeless.

Sprawled out across the most comfortable hammock in his grandmother's healing hut, still bleeding hand wrapped tightly with his fifth blood cover gauze wrap.

He's been like this for days. Not a twitch of an ear or a flick of his tail for hours now, no motion behind his tightly shut eyelids as he pales by the minute. He's corpse like, otherworldly as you stare at him for the third day straight.

The holes in your chest and shoulders didn't matter, the bruises littering your body didn't matter, nothing mattered. Just that breath. That single, shallow breath he keeps persistently doing that reminds you he's alive, whatever's happening will fade away and you'll get your best friend back.

But now you're frantic, running as best you can while hurting as you chaotically search for him, getting so desperate as to even look for a blood trail to find him. It was one little break; one thirty minute get away from the stuffiness of the healing hut to eat and get a little water before a five minute nap. Nothing more! But now he's gone and you can't find him anywhere.

You stumble your way through every nook and cranny of the village, frantically trying to keep a pleasant smile and calm demeanor as to not let anyone know that their prized prince is not only worsening in his condition, he's now gone.

Until you see it, a droplet of blood sticking out among the lush grass. A droplet soon turning into two, then three, then there's a trinkling, a pooling begins. The further you walk the more blood you find.

Your weak body pushes and smacks at every branch and leaf in your way, tripping over rocks and roots as you clumsily follow the darkened liquid trail in front of you, stopping as the pool turns into a swamp of sickening thick blood coating the ground. A pile stands before you, figures and faces known and unknown as you start to catch glimpses of skin human and Na'vi alike mixed together, limbs stick out every which way as you see the unfortunate souls that have found themselves drowning in their own blood puddle.

Kneeling in front of the mountain of bodies is one singular Na'vi drenched in blood, hunched forward as they ravenously bite and suck at the jugular of a male scientist, carelessly dropping the limp and broken body as their back stiffens, head held high as it scents the air. Immediately they spin around and face you, muzzled wrinkled as a blood spitting hiss is thrown your way through sharp, pink stained teeth.

A scream bubbles up into your throat as the creature sitting in front of you becomes recognizable for only a moment, the soft smile lines of your beloved crinkled around the beast's eyes from how harshly he's growling. Once beautifully golden eyes that you adores staring into are now a terrifying red, pupils narrowed down to pinpoints as his eyes lock on his new prey.

"N-Neteyam," your voice shakes as you call out to your lover.

"Nete baby, it's me. It's your Tìyawn." you try reasoning with him, lifting your hands as high as your pained shoulders will let you to show you mean no harm. "Everything gonna be alright, just let me–"

Neteyam shifts, half lunging at you as his hand swipes out to grab your raised arm, bone crushing grip making you scream as he pulls at your wounded shoulder, popping the joint out of place as he harshly yanks you towards him. His heavy weight is crushing you like no time before, no escape in sight as your body is immobilized by Neteyam's powerful grip.

His razor sharp fangs hang dangerously close to your neck as the sickening smell of blood and flesh taints his hot breath. The startling scrape of his teeth grazing your neck is enough for a sob to rip through your chest as your weak hands clawing at Neteyam's back, letting your body go limp in his grasp as you succumb to your fate. "Nga yawne lu oer." you whisper one last time.

Neteyam freezes, trained body locking every muscle as he halts his attack, teeth pricking your skin but never cutting the delicate flesh as his mouth slowly closes, narrowed pupils widening to look down at you through the blood red of his eyes. A shaking begins in his limbs, the violence of the tremors shaking you too as Neteyam's eyes dart rapidly over your face and body, realization rooting into his broken soul. "Tìyawn?"

You quickly realize that the usual blinding white of the lab has been dimmed, the flickering of the light by the door the only light you have as all the others have been ripped from the roof. Body crippling anxiety pulses through your veins as a single ray of bright red moon light has found it's way through the smallest of cracks in your coverings, painting the dark roon in a scarlet glow.

Your eyes immediately dart to the darkened corner now illuminated with an eerie red, the table tipped on it's side as it's leg as been wrenched off and thrown into the ceiling, shattered bits of the handcuffs litter the floor as does the million shards of glass.

A quiet breaking of your heart fills your ears as the screeching of metal sounds out from the other room, confirming your nightmare come to life. The Blood Moon has began, and Neteyam is infected and free.

You don't know what your options are, if you run you'll just be leaving one problem for another, the entirety of the outpost is locked down and any Na'vi willing to help is hiding away from those that are just like Neteyam. But stay here, stupidly running head first into the other room in any pathetic attempt to control the feral beast behind this wall will only get you killed and make this situation so much worse for Neteyam when he wakes from his trance.

But you can't leave him, not again, not to let him become his own undoing all over again. You just got him back. You searched for weeks in thickest, most secluded parts of Pandora's dense jungle like forest for even a trace of his presence, having to crawl on your knees to get even within eyesight of him as you beg and plead for him to come home, to let you help him before the Blood Moon came and made things worse for him.

You did this to him, you brought him here when he didn't want to, and now you'll be the one to fix this even if it kills you.

Steeling your raw nerves and stiffening your trembling body, you start your slow walk around the bits of broken glass and torn metal covering the floor, praying that you wouldn't get your throat ripped out before you had even a chance to speak with him. Rounding the corner to the rat housing containers, your eyes strain to see through the darkness, letting your gaze adjust as the unnerving scene before you comes into view.

The tall stacked cages have been throw about, flimsy grate doors torn off their hinges and stuck into the walls from the force of the throw. The white tile floor is stained with sprinkles of blood as the little white bodies of your precious rats lay dead on the floor, covered in blood and shriveled into unrecognizable balls of fur.

A panting on your far left catches your attention, the faint squealing of a small animal followed closely behind before a loud shriek and the crunch of teeth breaking bones ends the poor things life. From in the darkness you can see the outline of Neteyam's broad back hunched forward, a rat's lifeless body suddenly falls from his mouth and onto the ground below with the other rats he's eaten. He's still unaware of your presence as his other hand rises and begins feasting on another rat.

You wince at the spray of blood that happens as Neteyam's sharp fangs pop open the rat's body. Your throat goes dry as you attempt to call out his name, licking your lips before trying again. "Neteyam."

The man in front of you stills, dead rat dropping to the floors with a sickening splat. Time seems to crawl by as Neteyam stays crouched on the floor, staring at the blood sprayed wall as his body remains eerily still. "Neteyam, why don't–"

Neteyam's head whips around, blood red eyes void of the love they used to hold as his cold gaze locks onto your form, turning slowly to face you head on. The beauty of the man you once knew is now replaced with the horrific monster in front of you, mouth and neck soaked in crimson red that hides the beautiful patterns of his stripes and glowing freckles, soft lips you loved to kiss now peeled back to reveal his razor sharp fangs as he growl at you.

You instinctively step back, hands raised as if it would stop him, fighting the burning of tears threatening to fall as you watch the man you love wither away into nothing. "Nete–"

Neteyam lunges, body hurdling through the air at you as he scream a roar, your screams mix with his snarls as you dodge his attack, feeling the whip of his tail fly over your head as you duck under his towering form and dart back into the main lab. You sprint for the door, but Neteyam is faster as he slams against the thick metal, causing the metal to moan under his weight. You veer away from your original path, glass digs into your skin as you slip from your sudden change in direction, scrambling to get up out of the glass and away from the beast wanting to kill you.

Your fingertips just graze the edge of the window seal before you go flying backwards, your body is slammed onto your work station, paperwork and random items getting thrown everywhere as you fight against the bone crushing grip Neteyam has on you. Your legs kick out to stop the heavy weight of his body, but it's useless as with one hand Neteyam binds both your wrist together above your head, the other swiftly smacking your legs apart so the rest of his body can pin you down.

His pink stained teeth shine in the red lighting as he opens his mouth wide, using his free hand to roughly push your head to the side. "Neteyam, no–!"

You shriek as the long, sharp lengths of Neteyam's fangs pierce your shoulder, tearing into flesh and muscles as his jaw locks around the open flesh, the harsh pull of him sucking the warm essence pooling out of you only causing you to scream more.

He growls against your skin, groaning at the hot taste of your blood trickling down his throat and filling his stomach, the feeling excites Neteyam beyond anything else he's taste. You're so much sweeter, so much more satisfying than anyone or thing before as you cry and sob his name under him, little fists still trying to fight him off even as you grow weaker.

Neteyam hates himself for this, hates that it's you who has fallen victim to his plight once again as he moan into your neck, pained by how empty his belly is, and how fully and satisfied you're making him feel. Chasing away the hunger pains with your sweetness like always. Still willing to sacrifice yourself to find reason within his most dangerous state.

Your addicting taste and mouthwatering scent clarifies a small amount of Neteyam's fog covered mind, just barely enough control to detach his fangs from deep within your skin, but still unable to pulls away from the soft suckling he's doing against the broken flesh, trying desperately to stop but not wanting to leave the feeling of your hot blood on his tongue.

Neteyam's hips flex down to press his hard cock into your inner thigh, breath hitching at the familiar musky scent of your arousal filling the air. This is the closest you've been to Neteyam in years, the most you've felt of his skin, the most you've heard his deep moans in so long, that despite the pain you want him to stay here. If it means you die in the arms of your love, you would deem it a good death.

A soft gasp leaves your dry lips as the hot, thick outline of Neteyam's cock presses into your thigh, his body shifting until you feel the feel length of his erection against your cloth covered cunt, a throbbing beginning between your thighs as your pussy remembers the delicious stretch of Neteyam cock.

"Nete..." you weakly call out, limp hand itching to hold onto to him one last time. Neteyam stops his slow sucking, pressing his bloody lips against your pulse point as a gravely groan leaves his throat at his name rolling off your tongue, hips jerking up into the cradle of your thigh, leaking tip wetting the fabric of his loincloth and your pants, rocking his pelvis against yours again so his fat tip can drag on your sensitive clit.

"Neteyam!" you moan, using whatever strength you still have in your body to wrap your shaking arm around his neck, pulling his cold body closer.

A low, rumbling growl is Neteyam's response as you feel your body being pushed further up your work station, allowing enough room for Neteyam to crawl onto of the small surface to surround your smaller body with his, hips meeting together for the desperate grind to begin again.

Your left arm is numb, unmoving as it limply hangs off the side of the table, right arm full of lead shakes around Neteyam's broad shoulders. He's thinner, starved and dying by his own doing yet he's keeping himself busy on grinding your bodies together than taking the rest of your life source for himself, sticky lips lovingly pressed to your skin to suppress the need to bite.

Your lethargic fingers try their best to pet at the back of Neteyam's neck, hoping to soothe the building whines bubbling through his chest, unsure if it's hunger or pleasure that's driving such needy noises; possibly both. Your voice cracks as you speak, "It's o-okay..." you tell him, rubbing the point of his layed back ear between your fingertips. "You do what you need, take what you need... I've taken e-enough from you... I'm ready to give my life for yours."

The long lengths of Neteyam's fingers wrap around your throat, lightly squeezing around your neck as he pulls away from your embrace, hard stare baring down on your broken form with a critical eye. You just lay there, heavy eyelids fluttering closed as you prepare to let youself drift off into the unknown by the hands of your love. At least your research will fuel whichever scientist finds your lifeless body and hopefully takes up your endeavors for a cure.

You shudder at the velvet touch of Neteyam's cold cheek pressing against yours, the contrast of temperatures surprisingly pleasuring to both of you. The wet smear of your blood still on his mouth rubbing on your skin is an unnatural feeling that makes you question whether to pull away or beg for more. His unhinged jaws stop over your jugular vein, teasing the tip of his textured tongue over the pumping of blood only he can hear.

"No," the word is whispered into your skin, razor like teeth tearing through the thin fabric of your top. "No, I'm not killing you." he mumbles against the sides of your breast, nipping at the soft, pliable flesh with the very points of his large fangs. "I want you; I need you again, Tìyawn."

Your thighs clench at his words, "Then I'm yours." you tell him, weak hand reaching for his touch, finding the silkened strands of overgrown braids as his cool lips meet the tender skin of your stomach for a soft kiss, continuing to lay the chillingly light kisses down your body as his large hands roam with for more strength and desperation than he is with his mouth.

The last warming substance on your body is stripped away as Neteyam fights the back of his still very feral hindbrain not to rip your clothes off and fuck you into oblivion, still so in love with you and guilt strikened by what he's done to be harsh and greedy now. Goosebumps litter your skin as your frail body jumps at the sudden squeeze to your soft thighs, the blooming bruises from the small bites Neteyam leaves behind to sedate his urges are soothed with a sweet kiss.

Being mindful of teeth Neteyam presses the entirety of his mouth on your dripping pussy, hot, textured tongue lapping at your folds like he's starved – or more starved than he actually is – moaning at the mix of your sweet nectar and crimson elixir mingling together on his taste buds. The back of his throat tightens at the thought of your blood, ruby eyes flashing a bright red at the overwhelming desire for just a little extra of your sweet substance as you moan his name.

Neteyam growls against your clit as the searing burn builds down his throat for food, eyes squeezing shut as he quickly moves from your sopping cunt to the plush of your inner thigh, biting down on the satin flesh until gives to his persistence, warm liquid immediately flooding his mouth as he eagerly drinks it down.

Your silent scream is soon turned into a choking sob as Neteyam shifts from your wounded thigh back to your pussy, wrapping his blood covered tongue around the little bundle of nerves, sucking and swirling his tongue around it like it's the sweetest treat as a pleading apology for his uncontrollably need.

Your cry out when Neteyam pulls away from your throbbing cunt, thick string of bloody saliva connecting the two before Neteyam licks his mouth clean, crawling back over your fragile body with care as he kisses at ever bruise he left behind. The ache between his legs is too much, too many sensations all at once for him to control himself for much longer.

The unbearable burn ignites all over again as Neteyam claims your lips in a passionate kiss, the feeling of your lips is euphoric as you don't cringe away from the mingled taste of your slick and blood mixed together, happily allowing his tongue entrance so your satin tongue can wrap around his with a muffled moan that matches his.

Using the distraction, Neteyam teases his painful hard cock through your folds, his precum and your juices causing a slick lube to coat your lower halves, only amplifying your lust as the beast screaming to be released is trapped behind Neteyam's need to have you again. The slide is torturously slow to not hurt you anymore than he already has, your need for Neteyam's loving passion and lingering delicacy leaving you ready and open for the burning stretch of Neteyam's thick cock.

The moment Neteyam's pelvis meets the swell of your ass, he's crumbling into your open arms, hiding away from the marred flesh of your left shoulder in the right side of your neck, the choking of your velvet walls squeezing around him causes little aborted rocking of his hips, chasing the feeling of your body while he has it.

Light tapping of your fingers on his back tells him he can move, stiffening as his insides twist with need. Biting down on his tongue, Neteyam tastes his own blood filling his mouth as temporary satisfaction. His flat nose nuzzles into your cheek, feeling the air fill your lungs in a quiet gasp as he pulls out, plunging back inside to not have the cold of reality seep back in before it's too late.

Neteyam focuses of the rapid beating of your heart, following that quick rhythm with deep, bruising thrust until a moan builds in his throat at the quickening tightness of your gummy walls. Your enticing noises are whispered into his ear as you clinge to him, holding him with all the strength you still possess as if he didn't nearly kill you multiple times tonight, like you still love him as much as he loves you.

The numbing pleasure burning through Neteyam's lower stomach makes him look up, meeting your eyes as you smile. Your thumb shakily runs under his eye, "There you are, there's my Nete." you whisper through the little cutoffs from your punched out moans.

Seeing the awe in your hazy eyes and small voice twists apart the knot holding his sanity together, his long needed orgasm washing over him as his eyes roll back and his back bows, painting your gummy walls white with his seed.

The pleasuring feeling of Neteyam's cum filling your womb spark the limb numbing orgasm you've been teetering on for what seems like forever now, clenching down around his still throbbing cock as you cum together.

Ecstasy courses through your body as soft twitching causes you to wince from the pain seeping it's way into your torn flesh. Exhaustion clouds over your mind as your eyelids grow heavy, drifting from consciousness until you can't feel Neteyam anymore, can't feel the pleasant weight of his big body looming over you.

"Nete," you call out, expecting to feel his presence engulf you once again. "Neteyam?"

Silence follows your quiet plead. "Neteyam, please..." your voice trembles with frightened tears that you would be left with no goodbye again.

The callous of his big palm cups your face, thumb soothing your tears with soft circle on your cheek. There's a pause, a hesitation before the familiar press of his lips on your forehead invades your tender soul. The sentiment is well-known, too familiar for your situation as you force yourself not to cry, to accept his goodbye for the final time. "I'm sorry." he whispers one last time before his presence is gone, melting into the red tainted night.

The hot tears are now free to freely flow down your temples, brokenhearted sobs falling from yours lips. "Me too."

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