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Lo’ak saw the way his older brother looked at you. He saw the way his brother’s eyes raked across your body and lingered lower than they should have. He saw the stupid blush on Neteyem’s cheeks whenever you waved them over. Lo’ak knows his brother takes interest in you, yet he can’t stop himself from wanting you too. He feels selfish for lusting after someone his brother also likes. But at the same time, it feels so good. He knows you’re the one for him and he will make that apparent to you in good time.
However, the interaction you had with Neteyam the next day changed everything.
“Up and at em!” Neteyam screeched in his ear bright and early.
“Course he was up, being the perfect son”, Lo’ak muttered to himself. “Aw fuck off.” Lo’ak buried himself deeper into his hammock.
“Y/n and the others invited us to swim baby bro.” Neteyam whacked his head and stood up to stretch.
Upon hearing your name, Lo’ak’s eyes flew awake. “Give me five.”
Lo’ak made sure he looked presentable for you, brushing his teeth with extra vigor and tying his braids back neatly. He watched as you came into his line of sight, effortlessly swaying your body and carrying yourself with such ease. He didn’t realize he was gawking at you until Neteyam jabbed his elbow into his rib earning an annoyed growl from the younger boy.
“Hey Sullys!” You greeted the brothers with a dazzling smile and Lo’ak pretended it’s just you and him in this very moment. But, your eyes glanced at Neteyam and your ears flicked shyly. Lo’ak shifted his eyes to Neteyam as said brother giddily responded with a gurgled “Hey.” Lo’ak can’t help but feel the bile in his throat churning. How dreadful.
Good thing Ao’nung, Rotxo, and Tsireya arrived to rescue Lo’ak from socking his brother in the jaw. It seemed like Tsireya also dragged Kiri along, who yawned and rubbed her eyes.
“Last one in the water is a rotten egg!” Rotxo shouted and sprinted into the water’s open arms with Ao’nung not far behind.
You shrug at Lo’ak and chase after them, your laughter hitting his ears like a beautiful melody. Great, now he’s got to race his brother after you. He probably ran faster than he has in his whole life to catch up to you before his big brother does.
“Rotten egg!” Rotxo taunted Kiri who still was trudging along the beach into the water.
“Oh shut up.” You said as you slapped Rotxo’s neck, to which Lo’ak laughed. You turned around to flash him a smile and for a second Lo’ak thought his heart stopped. That is until Neteyem splashed his fucking face.
“Lil bro, let’s ride!”
Lo’ak groaned internally. You laugh and clap your hands, signaling a herd of ilu for the group. Ao’nung and Rotxo called dibs on the biggest one simultaneously, arguing like idiots.
“What morons, I can’t believe one of them is my own brother,” Tsireya said, shaking her head. On the other hand, Kiri had seated herself on an ilu, connecting her queue with the animal with ease.
“Great!” You exclaimed. “That leaves one less Sully to teach.” Kiri rolled her eyes playfully and sped off, maneuvering through the water, and getting the hang of it quickly. “Now…” You turn to Lo’ak and Neteyam, and Lo’ak found himself puffing out his chest and standing up a little bit straighter. “Let’s get you boys on an ilu.”
Soon, Lo’ak was seated on the rubbery yet warm skin of the ilu, taking in the sensations he felt. He looked over at you, eager for you to watch him, but it seemed like you were a bit…preoccupied..with none other than his only brother.
“Here, grab the handle like so…” He heard you murmur to Neteyam. But what he was more concerned with was the hand that held his brother’s hand, guiding him. A surge of jealousy ran through his gut and he wanted to look away but he couldn’t tear his eyes off the pair.
“Hold tight.” You said while Neteyam fixated his gaze on your hand over his; the warmth of your hand traveling through his body. You let your hand linger a little bit longer before patting the ilu’s backside, jolting the creature to swim. The eldest brother was still entranced by your touch and was flung promptly into the water.
Lo’ak would have laughed but his emotions had derailed after watching you touch Neteyam so closely, pressing your lighter body against his brother like that. Lo’ak didn’t know why he was experiencing such violent thoughts, but he couldn’t stop himself from seething with hatred for his brother. He hated that you seemed to favour Neteyam over him. He hated that everyone always favoured his brother. He decided right there on the spot that he is tired of being his brother’s shadow. He’s tired of not being able to take control. Lo’ak finds himself being overcome with dark thoughts, wanting to tie you up and show you who really is the better brother.
He’d have to show you that night.
Of course, Lo’ak knew where you lived even though you never told him explicitly. He knew the pathway like the back of his hand, touching the plants on the way, watching them light up with a sneer. He was in high spirits, why wouldn’t he be? He was going to visit you, and you make everything okay. Sneaking out of his abode was tricky, however, he took extra precautions to make sure no one woke up, especially Neteyam.
“Neteyam is the reason why I’m doing this.” He thought to himself. “Neteyam is the reason why I feel inferior. If anything, this is all his fault!”
He reached your Marui, peeking in, watching your angelic face as you slept during the dead hours of the night. Thankfully, your hammock was separated from your family members so he didn’t have to worry about anyone catching him.
He approached your limp body, admiring the glowing freckles that adorned your cheeks and the lack of clothes you wore…just a loincloth covering your sex. Lo’ak began undressing you with his eyes, his gaze lustful and heavy, raking across your bare chest. He licked his lips at the sight of your breasts, feeling himself become harder. His hand shot out involuntarily, groping your left tit, letting his thumb run over your nipple.
The nipple began to grow stiffer in his hand, furthering his fascination with you. Lo’ak bent over, capturing your pretty erect nipple into his mouth, savouring your taste. His large fingers played with the right nipple, flicking it and sending you a pleasurable feeling. Lo’ak felt elated. He couldn’t believe he had you underneath him, so pliant in his hands. His boner was starting to hurt him.
“Remember, I’m doing this because of Neteyam. She deserves this.” He reminded himself.
He let his tongue dance along your areola, the soft skin so perfect to eat. He let his tongue drop lower, tracing along your ribcage and to your stomach. He sketched the letter “L” onto the heart of your stomach, marking you as his. His hand rested on your pussy, cupping it in his hand, salivating at how small it was compared to his hand. Lo’ak’s hand crept under your last piece of dignity, tracing your pussy lightly. His head was spinning. He undid his own loincloth, letting his dick spring out. Dizzy with excitement, he pulled yours off, finally feasting his eyes on your prized pussy.
Lo’ak felt so lucky to be the first person to look at your pussy, feeling honoured and giddy. He inhaled the scent of your cunt, letting the smell invade and cloud his mind. He took a lick and he decided that that was the best decision he has ever made. You tasted like something so forbidden to eat, which is why he starved for more. Your pussy was intoxicating. He licked a long stripe down the middle of your cunt loving how your juices felt on his tongue.
He let his tongue poke and prod at your entrance, wanting to get a taste of your insides. Lo’ak couldn’t stop himself from rubbing his pretty dick on the hammock, desperate for some friction. He whined into your sex, so turned on. Lo’ak ate you like a man gone starved, his pink tongue slurping anything you gave to him. He lapped at your now messy cunt and you gave a small mewl. Lo’ak whipped his head up to meet your open eyes. You looked down at him with sleepy curiosity.
“Hey.” He said, nodding.
“Lo’ak?” You replied quietly.
“This is a dream baby.” Lo’ak groaned into your pussy, feeling even more turned on now that you’re awake.
“Hmmm,” you said sleepily. You let yourself sink back into your warm hammock. Lo’ak chose to continue eating you, snaking his finger to your gasping hole. He watched your pussy breathe for stimulation and he chuckled at the sight.
“You want my fingers that badly?” He whispered. “Slut.”
“Don’t call me that,” you panted faintly.
Lo’ak pressed a finger into your waiting hole, your pussy sucking it right in. “You don’t want me to call you a slut?”
You wriggled, so so happy for the stimulation. “More.” You found yourself saying, feeling greedy.
“You know, I never pegged you to be such a slut with that innocent face.” Lo’ak mused. He inserts another finger, earning a whine from your lips. Your pussy squelches with joy, the noises becoming obscene.
“So happy. You like this?” Lo’ak judged. He rubbed his cock harder into the hammock throbbing with heat. He knew that you’d be perfect and easy for him.
You nodded and bucked your hips onto his hand. The hand was now soaked, and he had the fleeting thought of never washing his hand again. Lo’ak moaned, his voice sending vibrations to your clit. You squirmed.
He fingered your pussy faster, your gummy walls feeling so soft on his fingers. He was losing his mind. He needed to fuck you.
He pulled his fingers out, giving them a clean lick, tasting your slick. You whined for him, you were confused and sleepy, but whatever was happening felt so good.
Lo’ak grabbed his cock, pumping his shaft, and smeared his pre all over your pussy. He groaned at the way your pussy dirtied his virgin cock. Lo’ak couldn’t take it anymore. He pressed his tip into your inviting hole.
“Fuck,” Lo’ak muttered. He pushes in until he’s in all the way. He’s in awe, how can a cunt be so slutty and feel so good? He’s so glad he took your pussy before his brother did. He sped up, not waiting for you to adjust. How could he possibly wait?
You choked out a sob, his cock penetrating you roughly. “Lo’ak!”
“So tight…” Lo’ak sucked in a breath. “All mine.” He watched his dick shine with your arousal as he bucked his hips in harder. “You’re all mine.”
Your pussy squeezed him perfectly, you were the ideal cocksleeve. He fucked your crying pussy, panting over you. Lo’ak looked at your face which was twisted with pleasure and raw excitement. His cock pulsed and he almost lost composure.
He leaned closer to your body, his lips closing in on yours, trying to express his emotions for you through his kiss. You moan into his mouth, kissing back with such lust. He devours your lips while pumping his cockhead in and out, savouring the sounds you and your pussy made.
He knew he was close. Lo’ak felt like he finally knew where he belongs, and that is right inside of you. He brought a finger down to rub your neglected little clit and rubbed slow circles. Lo’ak felt you clench his cock and he moaned.
“Slut, you like being touched by me? Rather than Neteyam?” He taunted out. “You feel so fucking good.”
“So big,” you moaned, brain fuzzy and short-circuiting.
“Me or Teyam?” Lo’ak growled, fucking your cunt faster. “Say it.”
“You, Lo’ak! I see you!” You cried out. “Lo’ak I’m gonna…”
“Fuck. I’m cumming.” The boy couldn’t stop himself. He fucked deeper and sloppier, feeling the heat in his stomach releasing. He slammed and buried his fat cock to the hilt. He moaned your name, coming undone above you. You watched his pretty features give into pleasure as he panted. His braids swung over your face and in the moonlight, Lo’ak looked like an angel. You come with him, grasping his dick with fervour and delight.
Lo’ak’s seed plugged up your hole nicely, and he gave a few more pumps to breed you properly. He would love to see your babies. Your pussy milked him of every last drop, truly you are greedy. Lo’ak pulls out slowly, watching his cum leak out of your cute cunt, fucked sloppy. He gives a soft and happy groan, giving you a kiss on the lips.
But you were once again fast asleep. Lo’ak grinned and snapped a quick photo of his art and tucked you back into your hammock gingerly.
“I see you.” He whispered before quietly slipping away.