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Jake has never seen anything like this before. In fact, he doesn’t think he ever will see anything like this again once he returns to Earth.
Shaking his head, he forces the thought away. Tonight is to be celebrated. He is part of the Omaticaya now, officially one of The People. He brings himself back, choosing to focus on the woman in front of him instead.
Neytiri runs ahead, her feet barely making noise while touching the ground. The wood glows beneath her, its bioluminescence the only indication that she even touched down at all, as she makes her way through the tawtsngal . They rise up and spin around her, their light cascading down onto her in a way that Jake could only think to describe as ethereal. She is ethereal, laughing as she gently swats at the flying jellyfish-like plants. He catches up, playfully tugging at her tail, and she turns to swat at him.
God, how he adores her.
Grabbing hold of his hand, Neytiri pulls him into the forest of pink vine-like tendrils which hang from the giant trees around them. She holds her arms out as she walks, her fingers tenderly grazing each of the vines, and Jake does the same. He still doesn’t know where they are, but it doesn’t really matter to him. He’d follow Neytiri anywhere.
“This is a place for prayers to be heard,” she explains, caressing a few of the vines, “and sometimes answered.”
She connects the tendrils of her queue to the vines. Her eyes are closed and her chest rises as she takes in a breath as if it is her first.
“We call these trees Utral Aymokriyä ; The Tree of Voices.” She turns. “The voices of our ancestors.”
Jake begins to pull his braid from behind him. As soon as he connects, his pupils dilate and he hears them. They’re singing a song. He desperately wishes he knew about what.
“I can hear them.” He says, bringing her to the same vines.
She smiles. “They live, Jake. Within Eywa.”
He hears children laughing and when he looks he sees Neytiri placing her hands on his chest, right above his heart.
“You are Omaticaya now. You may make your bow from the wood of Hometree.” Her fingers twitch uncomfortably and she looks at Jake, her big bright eyes full of uncertainty. She turns away. “And you may choose a woman.”
“We have many fine women,” she continues. In her palms, a woodsprite bounces happily. “Ninat is the best singer.”
“Well, I don’t want Ninat.” Jake says. He can’t see her expression, but he thinks he catches the beginning of a smirk as she blows the little woodsprite away.
“Beyral is a good hunter.”
Jake, tired of dancing around the truth, decides to have a little fun with this game Neytiri is playing. He’s also a little bit of an asshole.
“Yeah, she is a good hunter,” He says. Neytiri whips around quickly, eyes wide, face full of emotion. She looks down in disappointment and Jake can’t stand to see her like that for too long. “I’ve already chosen.”
Her ears perk up and her face softens.
“But this woman must also choose me.” It’s almost a whisper, something for only the two of them. Neytiri smiles wide, her face scrunching up in a way that makes Jake’s heart skip a beat, and he waits.
“She already has.”
Jake reaches for her, his hand caressing her cheek gently, the skin warm under his touch. He leans in and, for the first time, they kiss. It’s just a peck at first, but then they return to each other again and again. The kisses are slow, agonizingly sensual, and Jake feels himself wanting more.
They kneel before one another. Jake can’t peel his eyes away from her. Neytiri’s skin glows under the light from the trees. The white constellations traveling all over her body seem to shine brighter than before. She holds the end of her braid out towards him, a proposal all in of itself. He accepts, placing his hands over hers, as he connects their queues in tsaheylu .
He moans softly. This was nothing like how he felt when he bonded with his Ikran.
They look at each other for a moment. Neytiri’s eyes are captivating, but her focus is solely on Jake’s lips. She pounces, kissing with a hunger that rivals only that of a starving man, and their pace quickens. Jake pulls her into his lap, he needs her closer to him, and he feels her fingers travel lower and lower until they reach his loincloth. He’s tenting, the outline of his cock obvious under the brown fabric he’s gotten used to wearing during his time with the Omaticaya.
“Already?” Neytiri teases.
“Shut up.”
While her nimble fingers untie his loincloth, Jake begins to work on the top she’s wearing. It accentuates her long, slender torso and leaves little to the imagination, but Jake still wants it off. He wants to see all of her.
His fingers are clumsy as he struggles. Neytiri, taking pity on him, places his hands on her hips as she goes back to remove the top. He does manage to undo her skirt though, feeling a little more proud of himself than he should, and he sees Neytiri snickering a little.
With the clothing finally off, Jake begins trailing slow kisses down her neck until he reaches her chest. His mouth latches onto her breast, hot tongue licking and flicking at her nipple, while his hands slowly rub on her inner thighs as they inch closer and closer towards her. She moans, loudly, and without shame as she wiggles on top of him for more. Jake can feel what he is doing to her; the want, the lust, all of it, and it’s driving him mad.
Neytiri pulls away from him and, for a moment, Jake thinks he’s messed up, but she assures him quickly with her hand wrapping around the length of his shaft. She pumps slowly, her deft fingers pulling and squeezing, and Jake shudders at the touch.
His cock is swollen and so, so sensitive. Neytiri takes her time, making sure to explore every nook and cranny, as she plays with it. She thumbs at the tip, giant droplets of pre-cum leaking from Jake’s slit.
“Ney–Neytiri, please” he pleads. She is relentless, ignoring him in favor of continuing to toy with him. Her hands are moving quicker now, slick with pre-cum, as she jerks him off. Jake can feel himself getting closer, the heat in his belly growing hotter and coiling tighter, but right before he thinks he might burst, she pulls away.
He whines at the lack of touch. She laughs softly.
“So needy, ma Jake .” Her breath is hot against his skin as she kisses his shoulder. She nips at him suddenly. “I will have my way with you the way I want to.”
“Fuck..” He groans.
It’s pathetic, the noises he’s making, and he’s a little embarrassed at how much he likes this. Neytiri, controlling him, ordering him around. He can’t even think anymore, all the blood from his brain now concentrated down south. Jake has never been the religious type, but he prays to God he doesn’t bust right this minute.
Neytiri seems intent on watching him slowly unravel. She grabs his hand and places it on her inner thighs, fingers centimeters away from her warmth.
“Use them,” she commands, “and watch.”
Who is Jake to say no to her? He uses one hand to spread the lips while the other plays with her sensitive bud. She’s so wet already which makes it easier when he slips in a digit, then two. He finds his rhythm, curling his fingers slightly so they hit the inner wall, and Neytiri shakes with pleasure. The noises she makes are downright sinful, from the wet slapping of Jake’s fingers inside of her to the mewling and moaning, and Jake could honestly finish himself just by looking at her.
He goes to stroke himself, needing some type of contact, anything, when Neytiri stops him.
“I–I didn’t… sa–say you could.” She stutters, the force of Jake’s fingers leaving her breathless. She’s just as affected by him as he is of her.
Without warning, Neytiri grabs Jake’s cock and presses the tip into her. He groans, removing his fingers to make way, and lathers himself using her slick. She lines herself up perfectly, ready to take him, but she doesn’t. She plays with him, slowly dipping herself onto the head and then off again, her grin devilishly beautiful. Jake’s hips thrust upwards against her, but he’s left with the cold nighttime air instead of her warmth.
Jake looks up at her. The question isn’t spoken, but they both know what it is anyway. She shakes her head.
“Beg.” She says. “Beg as if your life depends on it.”
His ear twitches. She rubs his cock against her, taunting him with her wetness and her heat.
“P–Please, Neytiri,” His voice is pathetically broken. “I want you. Fuck, I need you, baby.”
This seems to please Neytiri, who almost purrs with adoration, as she slowly lowers herself onto Jake. It’s so tight, the ribbed underside of his cock providing even more sensation, but the slick helps them until Jake bottoms out.
“ Fì'u 'ekxin nìtxan ,” She pants into his neck. Whatever she has said, Jake knows it’s filthy. It serves only to put him closer to the edge.
Neytiri sets the pace, leaving Jake little time to do anything but moan. She slams herself down into his lap, the slapping of skin loud and unabashed under the glowing trees, and Jake’s hips thrust up with her. He slams himself up until he hits a spot that makes Neytiri gasp for air and shake a little. Her legs are starting to wobble. Jake knows neither of them will last much longer.
“I’m–I’m gonna…” He warns her. All she can do is nod against him as the sobs of pleasure that rip through her warn him that she is near too.
She bites into his shoulder, fangs cutting into his skin, and the pain catches Jake by surprise. Neytiri licks and sucks at the spot, soothing the dull stinging for a moment, before biting him again. God, he’s going to die. The biting, the growling, Neytiri is an animal. She fucks the same way she hunts, instinctually, and with power.
Jake can’t take it anymore. He rides his climax out, continuing the almost feral pace, until he is shaking and holding on to Neytiri’s hips, her name spilling out of his mouth as if it’s the only word in the world. She doesn’t stop though.
The overstimulation hurts in a way where he can’t even think, but he almost doesn’t want it to end. There are tears running down his cheeks and the strained whines coming from his chest are downright humiliating.
Finally, Neytiri comes to a stop, legs finally giving out as she chases her orgasm, leaving her barely rocking against him. She wipes away his tears with her thumbs, kissing him softly as if washing them away. Gathering her strength, she pulls herself off of him.
“I am with you now, Jake.” He kisses her neck. “We are mated for life.”
Lying there under the trees, Jake looks at her. She’s glowing, her hair splayed out around her, and he forces the image to burn itself into his mind. He wants to stay; he wants to keep looking at her like this forever, but he feels his eyelids grow heavy. Drifting, he feels the warmth of her back against his chest, for now, it’s enough.
He opens his eyes. Staring up at the gray lid, Jake blinks himself awake enough to open the linking unit. It’s late, but he can still hear Grace puttering around somewhere, probably studying samples or doing whatever else science-y crap she gets up to when he’s not around.
His bed is cold and uncomfortable, but he doesn’t complain. He’s slept in worse places. Instead, he thinks of Neytiri. Her eyes, her lips, the way she laughs, all of the little things that add up to who she is, and he feels like the wind has been knocked out of him.
He is so fucked.