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pandoraslxna · 11 months

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A lesson on concentration

adult Neteyam x female omatikaya reader x adult Neytan

Words: 5.6k

Summary: Lately, you can’t seem to focus on any of your training lessons in preparation for your upcoming iknimaya and your karyu [teacher] are determined to find out why.

Warnings: explicit smut, teacher / student dynamics, sexual tension, praise kink, teasing, tail pulling, dirty talk, mmf threesome, oral, fingering, p in v, creampie, spitroasting, cum swallowing, bratty reader, minimal age difference (reader is 20, twins are 27), not tagging this as incest because they don’t physically engage with each other only with the reader but if that makes you uncomfortable- don’t read it.

Notes: Huge thanks to my beloved @cinetrix for creating the delicious image above! (And thanks to @sugarcorpselyn for the name inspo!!) It was such an honor for me to bring Neytan to life and I hope you guys like him. 😏🫶🏻

Na‘vi translations:

iknimaya - rite of passage into adulthood

numeyu - student(s)

tanhì - (little) star

paskalin - honey

karyu - teacher

sevin - pretty

Aren’t twins supposed to be identical?

That’s what you always thought. Not that you came across many twins in your life before, except for this strange pair. But it was true, right? Twins are supposed to be alike. Not just by their physical appearance, but by personality, the way they would act, too.

Jake once told you, that they were identical when they were babies. They would cry and sniffle, giggle and coo all the same way. But otherwise than their looks, there was barely any resemblance between these two now.

Except for the fact that both of them were, what the rest of the clan would describe as, perfect. The golden twins of the Sully’s.

The two of them had been the best at pretty much everything since they were kids. Whether it was climbing or running or even weaving, none of the other children could keep up with them. And it got even worse when they got older. Both twins had mastered the ability to hunt with great precision, accuracy and success at the young age of fourteen. It was no surprise that they completed their iknimaya at the age of fifteen at first try.

Neteyam and Neytan are twins. Counterparts, equals, yet opposite.

Neteyam was kind, responsible and sympathetic. He wasn’t just a gifted child, he worked hard to earn himself his place in the clan. He was grateful and set a good example, not just for his siblings but also for the young warriors that he trained for their iknimaya.

While Neytan, well… Neytan was a smug little bastard. Arrogant even. He clearly enjoyed to put himself above others and as the first born son of the toruk makto (by five whole minutes), he carried himself with pride. It was hard for any of his numeyu to live up to his expectations, which was unfortunate for you, because you were one of them.

"Breath in. Hold it."

Holding your bow high and flexed, an arrow nocked at the ready, you inhale deeply, straightening your spine to hold position. Neteyam’s hand on your stomach sends tingles through your whole body that you could hardly ignore and when his chest comes in contact with your back as he leans in closer, your hands begin to tremble.

"Focus", Neteyam murmurs, a pair of fingertips guiding your wrists to aim at the target, while stabilizing them enough to stop them from shaking. His warm breath fans over the top of your head, making you utterly aware of how close he was to you in this moment.

A third hand suddenly taps your elbow, urging you to correct your stance as it slowly begins to falter, the longer Neteyam holds you close like this. It’s Neytan, who stands next to you with his arms crossed over his chest, but instead like Neteyams eyes that were fully concentrated on the target, he was looking right at you. You felt his eyes burn themselves into the side of your face, making you forget that you were supposed to hold your breath for a second.

When Neteyam steps back, your arms already begin to ache from holding them in position for quite some time now. Still, you hold your stance and keep your eyes on the target as best as you could.

"Very good, just like that", Neteyam praises softly, causing your cheeks to blush.

As much as you tried not to let yourself get distracted by the fluttering of butterflies in your stomach— the ones that wriggled and writhed, the ones that made your legs buckle, you couldn’t help the way your breath hitched in your throat.

There was a moment of silence as you waited, the Yerik in front of you stopping to graze, oblivious to its fate. The only sound was the clicking of animals and the soft whisper of the wind, blowing through the crowns of the trees.

"And… shoot!"

Right command, an arrow whizzed through the air, but it misses the Yerik completely and hits the bark of a tree instead. You watch your prey run off into the depths of the forest, feeling your stomach drop in disappointment.

"Argh! Fuck!" You shout, your voice echoing through the forest, sending birds scattering to the sky and ruining all chances of finding another animal to hunt in the next couple of hours.

"Great. Good job", Neytan scoffed sarcastically.

Like a child throwing a tantrum, you slam your bow to the ground and cross your arms over your chest, mumbling curses and what not under your breath.

Next to you, Neteyam sighs deeply. With a caressing hand on your cheek he tells you, "It’s okay, tanhì. We‘ll try again, go get your bow."

The nickname he had chosen specifically for you, the one that normally did wonders when he tried to cheer you up, did little to make you feel better now. You weren’t just disappointed in yourself for failing yet again, you were embarrassed too. Embarrassed, because you surely would’ve mastered your iknimaya by now, if it weren’t for them.

You knew it wasn’t fair to blame them, but ever since they had decided to train you in private lessons, it had become increasingly difficult for you to make any progress. When you were still training with the other students as a rather big group, you had already been struggling to keep your mind clean and not think about the two handsome twins like that. But now, with all the physical contact, the close proximity, the nicknames... it was impossible for you to stay concentrated at all.

"What’s up with you today, huh?"

Neytan cocked his head to the side, braids swaying over his muscular shoulders as his eyes scanned you up and down. Despite the way his intense gaze made you squirm, you dared to roll your eyes, thinking he might not notice with the way you held your head down and stared at the ground.

"Did you just roll your eyes at me?" So much for that. You still don’t look directly at him, but you can see the way he moves closer to you in the corner of your eyes.

Feeling a little too bold for your own good, you mumble quietly under your breath, "if you would’ve focused, maybe you—"

"Watch it, tanhì", Neytan cuts you off, mocking his brothers nickname for you, which finally makes your eyes snap in his direction. The oldest Sully was almost towering over you now, arms still crossed over his chest and eyes squinted as if he was trying to see right through your façade. Instinctively, your ears flattened against the side of your head.

"Nothing’s up with me today", you sigh in defeat. Chewing on the inside of your cheek, your eyes find the ground again, keeping up your little game of pretending to be very interested in counting every single blade of grass below your feet.

It’s Neteyam that finally speaks up, his voice sounding closer than it was before, but also more soft, compared to his brothers. "You’re unfocused. More than usually." You completely miss the way they exchange looks, silently communicating in a way that only twins do.

"I‘m not…"

"Yes, you are", he chuckles and the sound of it sends heat to your cheeks. "What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, hm?"

"Nothing!", it comes out as fast as a gunshot, making you wince because you couldn’t possibly be any more obvious, "I don’t even know what you’re t—"

"She thinks we’re stupid, brother", Neytan laughs, nudging his brothers side with his elbow before he looks back at you. "Do you really think we’re that dense? That we didn’t notice?"

Helplessly, your eyes search for Neteyams. His expression is soft like always, a gentle smile on his lips and you feel warmth spread in your core, nerves fluttering in your stomach at the way he looks back at you. Normally, he’s the one to calm his twin. The one that makes sure he takes it easy on you, to give you a second chance when you mess up again. But something was different today.

You jump when a finger suddenly hooks under your chin and tilts your head slightly. "Don’t look at him. Look at me", Neytan says lowly. A wave of goosebumps tingles down your arms and up the nape of your neck as you blink up at the other twin. He grins sharply and raises a brow, "So, are you going to admit it? Or do you want us to speak it out for you?"

Hesitantly, you shake your head no. Neither option sounded very appealing to you right now, as you felt like a little mouse caught in a trap, stared down by two big, blue, hungry cats.

"You’re adorable, tanhì", Neteyam chuckles from beside you. You could feel the warmth of his hand as it settles on your arm, gently tracing your stripes while he speaks. "I think you’re not paying any attention to your lessons because your mind is elsewhere." There’s a pause, a split second where both twins look at each other and then back at you, before he continues, "But we could help you with that."

Your mouth opens and closes like a fish stuck on land, but no words seem to come out as your eyes flick back and forth between the two of them. The sudden urge to squeeze your thighs together overcomes you, adding pressure to the burning heat between your legs that you were trying so hard to ignore this whole time. Had you really been this obvious to them?

"What’s wrong? Palulukan‘s got your tongue?", Neytan chuckles. The finger he had hooked under your chin finally moves, his hand cupping your face now and his thumb traced the outline of your bottom lip, blown pupils following along. "My brother has been talking about those pretty lips day and night, you know? Made me want to have a taste of them too."

Swallowing thickly, a wave of confidence seized up inside you. "W-Wouldn’t it be unfair to… to be the first to taste them then?" You say quietly, almost whispering.

Neytans eyes widen at that. "Bold", he scoffs with a smirk and you watch the way his tongue swipes over his own lips to wet them. Thinking he’ll mostly likely ignore you, smug bastard that he was, it actually takes you by surprise when he steps aside, allowing Neteyam to take his place.

"My pretty little tanhì", he muses, reaching up to take your face in both of his big, warm palms. His thumbs gently draw circles on your cheeks and you watch the way his eyes scan over every little detail on your face, admiring the pattern of your bioluminescence freckles that earned you this nickname a while ago. "You want me to kiss you, hm?" Yes. "Make you feel good?" Please. "I‘ll help you get rid of all these filthy thoughts in your head so you can focus again, how’s that sound?"

Swallowing back a whimper, you nod quickly.

Your eyes are half lidded now and standing on your very tip toes you part your lips slightly, preparing for him to finally lean in and kiss you. But instead of your lips, he delivers a small peck to your cheek. And another one to your jaw. Your throat is next. You squeeze your eyes shut, squirming as you let him shower you in tingling kisses. You then feel him deepen the kiss, his tongue lapping over your pulse point, making you shiver, as he sucks hickeys to your skin.

Once he’s done, he travels further down to nose at your collarbone. "You always smell so sweet", Neteyam tell you lowly, before he moves back to your throat and inhales deeply. "It’s hard for me to concentrate too, you know? But I’m a lot better at hiding it." Neytan chuckles at this.

When he comes back up, he’s met with your flushed face, cheeks burning and drowsy eyes staring up at him through long lashes. Neteyam smiles warmly at you, his tail curling behind his back in anticipation when he finally presses his lips against yours. You sigh into the kiss, parting your lips so his tongue could curl around yours.

Behind you, Neytan places a kiss to your shoulder, not as soft and tender as his brothers, as you soon feel teeth sink into your skin. You feel him nibble on your ear next, sharp canine grazing your skin but Neteyam swallows the soft whimper escaping you. A pair of hands glide over your arms, over your sides and down to your hips and you know they belong to Neytan, with the way they grope your flesh on their way down to where your loincloth was tied around your hips.

Once he had freed you from it, the oldest Sully wastes no time in nudging your legs apart with his knee. You break the kiss with Neteyam, panting for air, to glance back over your shoulder. It’s his brothers turn to catch you in a heated kiss now. Neytan is all tongue and teeth, sucking on your tongue and biting your bottom lip as he kisses you fiercely.

When cold air brings your nipples to hard peaks, you realize that your top is gone too. You can barely hear Neteyams praise when your bare tits come into his view, over the blood rushing through your head.

You don’t even know who’s doing what or where anymore, but your limbs are becoming unstable and weak like molten wax as both pair of hands explore your body. Heat is spreading through your core, slithering deep in a place where you crave them most.

You feel Neteyams lips close around a nipple and whimper against Neytans, when he playfully pulls on the little nub with his teeth. It was like a dance- once you’d break away from Neytan, his brother pulled you into another kiss, while it was Neytans turn to caress your neck and throat, his hands groping your chest.

Their low hums vibrated against your skin, surrounding you like a subtle lullaby. They were almost caging you in between their tall bodies and you squirmed a little, but didn’t mind the closeness in the slightest. Sucked into an abyss of sensations, your head swims and you‘re unable to focus on anything else, besides their lips and hands all over you. All you could see, hear and smell was them. You were swallowed between them like a trapped bird.

Your head falls back against Neytans broad chest as Neteyams hand sneaks it’s way lower and between your thighs. He cups your pussy, feeling for how wet you are and then slides his fingers between your folds with groan.

The way his thumb ghosted over your clit had your hips jerking in response but you whined as the touch didn’t relieve any of the tension that was slowly building inside you.

"Neteyam", you begged, oh, so sweetly, "Please don’t tease…"

"See?", Neteyam beamed with pride as he glanced at his brother over your shoulder, "I told you she behaves better with me."

His twin only rolled his eyes at that, chuckling, "Because she knows you wouldn’t know what to do with a brat like her, brother. That’s why she acts up with me, right? You want me to put you in your place?"

You feel heat flood your cheeks once again, tainting them in dark red and unwanted admission. You just didn’t want to give into him so easily. With Neteyam, it was always simple. But with Neytan, it was a mutual game of cat and mouse, a push and pull.

Neytans hand had found it’s way between your thighs too, and while his twin teasingly circled your clit, he wasted no time in plunging his middle finger to the last knuckle past your slippery entrance. Instead of a response, your knees buckled and you gasped sharply, moaning when he curls his finger inside of you.

"F-Fuck!"

"I asked you a question, numeyu."

Pursing your lips together into a thin line, you refused to answer him and his mean antics, but then quickly felt a second finger nudge at your entrance.

"C‘mon, answer him", Neteyam smiled down at you, his thumb simultaneously flicking over your clit more rapidly.

"Yes, sir", is all you can force out between high-pitched moans. Right on cue, Neytan groans at your response and begins to scissor you open with his slender digits, pulling more of those pretty sounds out of you.

"She’s so sweet like this", Neteyam chuckled to his brother, before he dipped his head down to place another kiss to your lips, "you’re such a good girl for me, tanhì."

His lips meet yours gently, coaxing them open, happily exploring the inside of your mouth with his tongue again. His brothers hand finds your breast, pinches your nipple between the pads of his fingers, while his others are pumping agonizingly slowly in and out of your pussy and your toes start to curl when he repeatedly hits that special spot inside of you.

It doesn’t take long for your muscles to contract around his digits, wordlessly begging for more while you hold onto Neteyam with all of your might. Feeling both of their hands between your legs, covered in your sticky arousal, groping at you, spreading you and drawing circles on your clit, has your mind spiraling. The more they play with you like this, the closer you feel, nearing the edge of your orgasm.

"Close, huh? Yeah, you’re almost there, pretty girl, that’s it", Neytan purrs into your ear and the obscene squelching sounds he coaxed out of your pussy are enough to make your eyes roll back into your head. "C’mon, paskalin. Come for us."

If it weren’t for the way you were sandwiched between the two of them, you would’ve collapsed as your orgasm finally overtook all of your senses, leaving you moaning and gasping for air. Your legs stutter together but their hands keep them spread, holding your thighs apart. Neteyam wasn’t letting up on your clit until you whimpered and sobbed into his shoulder, clawing at his forearms to stay upright.

The oldest twin is then the first to withdraw his hands from between your thighs. You watch him over your shoulder, as he sucks his slick covered fingers clean, humming at your taste. His brother is next, but before his hand comes up again, he dips a single finger into you, coating it in your arousal which causes your hips to twitch in hypersensitivity, just to then bring them to your own lips.

"Say ahh", Neteyam smiles and you do as your told, sticking your tongue out for him to smear your slick onto it. You taste the lingering tang of your own arousal, but just as you’re about to close your mouth and taste yourself properly, Neteyam objects, "Not yet. I want to taste you too." Before you know it, he closes his lips around your tongue and sucks.

Neteyam groans and with the way you’re pressed against his chest, it rumbles through you. You’re hot, so hot you feel like you might just spontaneously combust, your whole body washed in a tingling flush.

Meanwhile, Neytan moves your hair to the side so he can kiss the back of your neck.

"Get on your hands and knees, sevin or I‘ll take you right here. And I don’t care if your legs will give in", he whispers, his breath hot on your skin and you can practically feel the grin on his face without having to look at him.

Breaking the kiss, a light pressure on your shoulder prompts you to kneel and both of them offer you a hand to do so, seeing the way your legs already wobble. You’re just glad the grass is soft under your knees as you get into position, your hazy eyes watching as both twins rid themselves of their loincloths.

They’re twins indeed, you think as their cloths fall to the ground, staring up at them with wide eyes. Their tails rhythmically sway behind their backs, excited and eager and they stare you down so intensely and with so much lust in their eyes that your heart begins to race.

"What’s the matter, hm? Nervous?", Neytan grins as he circles you to stand behind your back.

"No", you breathe out, cursing the way your voice comes out trembling.

"Don’t be", Neteyam smiles warmly as he steps closer, "We‘ll take good care of you, tanhì."

You couldn’t help the way your mouth begins to salivate as you watch him stroke his hard cock right in front of your face, the mushroomy head of it already leaking pre-cum.

Heat floods your cheeks as he cups your face in his free hand and nudges the head of his cock against your plump lips, smearing his pre over them with relish.

"Say you want it", Neteyam mumbles lowly, too lost in the sight of your lips on his cock to even look you in the eyes, "Say you want to suck my cock."

"I- I want to suck your cock, Neteyam."

Your hands then reach out to touch him. He twitches in your palms, too big for you to close your hands entirely around it. The realization alone made you feel uneasy and heat pools from your core and smears between your thighs. Experimentally, you squeeze and stroke him, before you press a small kiss on top of it and he can’t help but huff out a breath, smiling at the precious sight before him.

"C‘mon, tanhì. Put it in", he sounds a little breathless by now, "Or do I have to teach you how to do this too?"

He watches you with half lidded eyes, as you let saliva pool in your mouth and then stick your tongue out and let it drip down onto his tip. It makes his dick glisten, slippery with your spit. You continue with dragging your tongue up the underside of his dick and he groans, enjoying the feeling of that wet, warm muscle against his hard length.

Those kitten licks and kisses felt good, incredible even, but they were not nearly enough, not for how hard he was. But Neteyam was a patient man.

You drag the flat of your tongue up, the tip of it flicking just beneath the head of his cock. His hips jerk at the sensation and he rolls his neck back with a groan. He tries to restrain himself– to restrain the urge to just flip you onto your stomach and fuck you senseless, make you scream his name for the whole forest to hear.

Neytan on the hand wasn’t exactly known for being very patient, not as your karyu and not right now. Behind your back, you could hear him move. You couldn’t really see him like this, but you knew he was there, settling himself behind you. With a hand on your back he urges you to arch your spine more. With his thigh, he nudges your legs further apart and makes room for him to kneel between them. His hands roam your body, kneading your breasts and stroking over your back, where he then leaves wet kisses and small bites behind, marking every inch of skin he could reach.

The sensation of hands all over you was overwhelming.

They travel lower then, to where he spreads your soft folds with his thumbs. "Still so fucking wet", Neytan chuckles, licking his lips, "no wonder you couldn’t concentrate. Filthy girl, you must’ve wanted this so badly."

With his cock in hand, he carefully nudges the tip against your tight entrance, easing into you ever so slowly. The stretch of his girth is on the borderline of being painful, dancing on a knifes edge, but it’s also devastatingly perfect. With each passing second, you can feel yourself being forced open, further than you ever thought was possible. Once every merciless inch of his cock is shoved deep inside you, you moan, already close to coming yet again. The sound was heavenly to their ears and Neytan presses his hips even tighter against yours. Like this, you could already feel the head of his cock against your cervix, which caused a small sob to escape your lips.

Your mouth hangs open as you try to let your body adjust to his size and it’s enough of an opportunity for Neteyam to slide his cock into your mouth.

At this, you clench around Neytan, hard.

He groans into your hair, his forehead dropping against your back and you whimper when he pushes forward, as if there was any more room for him inside of you. His fingers dig into your hips hard enough to bruise.

"Eywa, baby ease up a little. You’re squeezing me so t-tight", Neytan curses through gritted teeth.

"Just breathe through your nose. Focus on me, tanhì. We‘ll make it fit, don’t worry your pretty little head."

Another inch of his length glides over your tongue and further into your mouth, but you do as your told, breathing through your nose in short pants of air. Your eyes already begin to water, but you still manage to glance up at Neteyam who was staring right back down at you, biting his bottom lip in restrain.

"M‘gonna come", you mumble barely intelligible with his dick halfway in your mouth.

"She’s coming just from putting it in", Neytan laughs staggered, "Fuck, I think I’ll have to keep you, paskalin."

You fall apart right as he pulls himself out all the way and then snaps his hips forward, pushing back inside you in one fluid thrust. The way his waist collides with your bottom emerges a loud and obscene smack and you whimper. With his hands, Neteyam holds your head up, gives you enough leverage so you don’t fall face first against the ground as his twin begins to set his pace. You barely have time to come down from your second high, when Neytan begins to fuck you in deep, long strokes.

The movement pushes you forward and makes you swallow more of Neteyam, who groans in response. Tongue teasing the salty slit, his mouth falls open and his hands move to fist your hair into a messy ponytail. You hollow your cheeks as best as you can, sucking and slurping on his length.

To the rhythm of Neytans thrusts, you bob your head up and down, tongue glued to the hard length of Neteyam. He’s so far from being fully buried inside your mouth, his size was making it incredibly difficult, but he could feel you push yourself to your limit. You were making these wet noises that went straight to his dick and with your hand, you stroked every inch your mouth couldn’t reach.

Neteyams hips were already twitching with the effort to not hold your head still and just fuck your throat. Thankfully, a few especially hard thrusts of Neytan had you take him even further inside, until you were gagging and moaning around him.

"There you go, that’s it, tanhì", he praised you from above, nodding his head to encourage you, "You look so pretty like that, making all these cute noises for us. You really are my best numeyu, you know that right? Fuuck, yes. My favorite girl, doing so good for me."

You look up at him, the tears that had been picking at the corner of your eyes finally tickle down your cheeks as he hit the back of your throat. You manage to hum around his length, in place of a verbal response.

Tilting his head as if he's observing a rare specimen, the other twins attention was fixed entirely on the way your soft, round cheeks jiggled with every harsh thrust of his. Angling his hips, he expertly brushed his cock against your g-spot now, coaxing moan after moan from your lips.

"You feel so fucking good", he groans, "We should’ve done this sooner, should’ve done this every single time you lost focus."

Slowly, Neteyam pulls out of your mouth just as your gagging grows a little louder, admiring the strings of glistening saliva connecting his tip to your swollen lips. Immediately, you gasp for air, panting and moaning more freely, while your hand keeps stroking over his length.

"Ney-tan", you whimper his name, words cut off by his harsh thrusts, "Y-You’re fuck-ing me so g-good, oh my e-eywa!"

"Because that’s what you deserve, tanhì. I told you we‘ll take good care of you", Neteyam coos from above and you feel the way his cock throbs in your palms, impatient to feel your lips wrap around it again.

"I think I‘ll never be able to continue training you, without having my cock buried inside your tight little pussy", Neytan chuckles, "so better get used to it."

The promising words send your heart a flutter and you could feel another orgasm nearing, right as one of his hands wedged itself between your thighs to fondle at your clit.

"Please, please, I’m so clo—", you whine, barely able to finish your pleading before Neteyams head dips down to catch your lips in another kiss. "I want to come with you", he mumbles against your lips, his voice strained with lust and desperation. Nodding, you untangle your tongue from his and take his cock back into your mouth.

Neytans thrusts have turned into a more rapid pace than before. He’s chasing his own orgasm with every fibre in his being, his hips snapping against yours so hard that it felt like you were being spanked. And maybe that’s exactly what he was aiming for. His middle and index finger work furiously over your sensitive clit, knowing exactly where and how to circle that small bundle of nerves to get you to come. And by the feeling of your walls fluttering around him, he knew you were about to.

Your tail curls and sways around his face more fiercely the harder he fucks you. Deciding to bring it to good use, his other hand leaves your hip to wrap itself around your tail. Using the new leverage, he tugs harshly, pulling you back against him and you yelp, the sound muffled around Neteyams cock.

Steadying yourself on said twins thigh, your nails dig into his skin as a rush of pleasure surges through you the way waves crash on the shore when you feel your tail being pulled and that’s all it takes for both of you to cum, the vibrations of your moans around Neteyams cock sending him clean over the edge.

"S-Swallow", is all he groans as you feel thick spurts of cum land directly on your tongue. Your throat constricts around him, cock throbbing and twitching wildly as the salty taste spreads over your tastebuds. "Yes, fuuck, that’s it. Good girl, swallow it all."

When he finally pulls himself out, his cock leaves you with a wet pop. Crouching down to be eye level with you, Neteyam keeps holding your head in his tender hands, preventing you from getting fucked face first into the dirty ground. Your expression is one of pure bliss, with your eyebrows scrunched together in pleasure as you rode out your peak.

"You did so well, tanhì", he praises, placing a soft kiss to your forehead. The complete opposite of his twins actions behind you.

"Teyam, f-fuck, s-so good", you whimper, "s'too much. I- I can’t!"

"Hmh, i bet you feel incredible like this. I can’t wait for my turn.", he chuckles, "Just focus, I know you can take it. I‘m right here, pretty."

At his words, you clench around Neytans cock, pulling him in and holding him right there until he could merely pull out of you for more than a few inches. His thrusts become short and deep and just as desperate as his twins before him.

Until all he feels is heat, that incredibly tight heat that squeezes and sucks him in, with the most obscene sounds he’s ever heard– and he’s done for.

"S-Shit, you’re so tight! Gonna make me cum", Neytan groans, his body locking up, every muscle becoming rock hard, and then a shudder starts from the base of his spine, flowering outward through his entire body.

"Take it– oh fuck. Take it like you’re fucking made for it!"

You felt him come harder than you expected him to, as he gave a couple of thrusts more, hips suddenly pausing, and then you felt it flowing— hot shots of cum pumped into you, filling you up nice and warm as he lost himself inside you with a deep groan.

With a bruising grip on your hips, he holds you there and fills you up, until it leaks around his cock and bubbles onto the soft grass below your knees.

You nearly sob when Neytan pulls out, leaving you feeling exposed and empty, but it’s over quickly, when Neteyam scoops you into his warm embrace. A pleasant ache begins to settle over you as you come down from your high, feeling incoherent to form any other thoughts or words you just hum into the space of his shoulder.

A low chuckle jostles you a little further into his arms and you allow your eyes so fall closed. However, a not so gently pull to your tail snaps your eyes right back open and you glare over your shoulder to find the source of your discomfort.

"So, little numeyu", Neytan grins right back at you, as he ties his loincloth around his hips with ease. "Think you can focus better now? Let’s hope so, because you still have to hunt down that Yerik from earlier."

With furrowed brows, you turn your head to look at Neteyam. The other twin was smiling down at you, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear before he chuckles, "You didn’t think todays lesson would be over so easily, did you? Oh, tanhì. We’re not done with you yet."

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