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The days when people ruled Pandora, were the ones who captured the local inhabitants, who enslaved and reigned on a planet so far from Earth, are long gone. Now, dark and dark times have come for people, when even those who wanted to return home to their home planet found themselves trapped. (Y/N) was one of those people.
Life on Pandora was not sunny and bright, there was no joy or hope in it, only bitterness, melancholy and pain. The locals, the aliens who call themselves Na'vi, the savages as the few people who survived called them, were cruel. They brutally killed every human they met on their way, even those innocents who only wanted to get home peacefully. (Y/N)... saw it all with her own eyes. Pandora was not friendly, and neither were its inhabitants. And therefore, we had to learn to survive at lightning speed, otherwise, hardly anyone could guarantee that someone who was not experienced enough would see a new day.
(Y/N) was a girl, one of the few young people who were able to adapt to life on this hostile planet, and being one of the most experienced, she was a scout and hunter. Deadly duties, but the girl understood that if not she, then no one would fulfill them, and therefore, (Y/N) gritted her teeth and continued to do her hard work for the benefit of humanity. Every task, every trip to the forest made her stronger and more dexterous, every mistake taught her and made her wiser and therefore (Y/N) stopped being afraid. She clenched all her fears and ordered herself to be the soldier she was meant to be.
The Na'vi were dangerous. (Y/N) knew this, and therefore tried to avoid meeting them, although it was not always easy. The Na'vi, overconfident because people did not have the equipment they had brought to Pandora many years ago, thought that they were the lords of these forests, the rulers of these mountains. (Y/N) knew better. No, their overconfidence cost them dearly, for she personally shot every Na'vi who tried to kill her and her friends. Perhaps the Na'vi are stronger and more resilient than humans, but they also had one advantage from which any Na'vi was not safe. People are smaller, much smaller than the Na'vi, and their short stature has become the main weapon in their eternal struggle.
Hiding among the dense foliage of the trees, like a ghost, the girl watched what her enemy was doing, after which she silently slid along the branches, with the firm intention of conveying information to her people. Her job was more important than anyone else's, despite the fact that everyone contributed to the overall survival. And yet, she was more important than everyone, although she did not fully know it. People no longer wanted to exist, they wanted to live. Live calmly and peacefully, if not in friendship with the locals, then at least without endless war.
Deftly skirting every thick root of centuries-old trees, the girl hastily reached the human settlement, where, in the end, she was able to breathe easy. Taking a quick glance at the stick with the wounded, the girl involuntarily frowned. Three are unconscious, two are recovering, four will no longer make it out. Hastily passing by, the girl straightened her ponytail, which was slightly disheveled due to the wind, after which she entered the tent of the militia leader. A man of about forty named Gavin, with hair that was once as black as the darkest night, now streaked with silver, stood with his hands clasped behind his back. Noticing (Y/N), he turned to face her before asking:
"Did you find him?"
(Y/N) nodded silently, crossing her arms over her chest.
"He's going to be patrolling the eastern part of the forest, around six tonight." (Y/N) checked her wristwatch, after which she said more to herself than to anyone else: "In half an hour, to be more precise."
"Then," Gavin, satisfied with her answer, waved his hand towards the exit from the tent and added: “You can go, you did a great job, now rest."
"May I know what you are up to?"
The man smiled crookedly, revealing fangs that were too sharp for a human, and then, turning his back to the girl again, he said:
"Let me just say that their leader will pay us dearly. Very dearly."
(Y/N) expected the man to burst into mad maniacal laughter, but this did not happen, he remained dead calm, and therefore, (Y/N) turned on her heels and walked away.
Walking through the improvised human base, the girl heard how mechanics tried in vain to start rusted trucks and mechanisms, how doctors struggled to bring wounded soldiers back to life. All their attempts were useless, but hardly anyone was ready to lose the last echoes of hope. Taking her eyes away from such a depressing picture, (Y/N) headed towards the women's tent, in which all the few women and girls were gathered. Throwing back the thin flap that served as the entrance, (Y/N) reached the very end of the tent, where her cot was located in the corner. Exhausted, she collapsed on top of her, covering her face with her hands. She was so tired that it seemed to her that if she closed her eyes even for a second, she would fall into an eternal dead sleep, but she couldn't and the girl irritably threw off her dirty outerwear, remaining only in a T-shirt and thin shorts.
Drops of rain began to patter on the fabric roof of the tent, threatening to turn into a full-blown downpour. Rolling her eyes, (Y/N) pulled the thin blanket over her head in an attempt to hide from all the noise of the world when she felt someone gently but insistently shaking her shoulder.
Reluctantly opening her eyes and removing the blanket from her head, the girl was ready to express all her righteous indignation to the one who disturbed her already restless sleep, but noticing the familiar blond hair and big blue eyes, (Y/N) cheered up and gladly pulled Alice, her best friend in a hug.
"Oh, you sneaky fox!" Alice laughed quietly so as not to wake anyone. "Came back and didn’t say anything!"
(Y/N) smiled widely, lowering her eyes slightly. Well, of course she didn’t say anything, she just had nothing to tell. It wasn't that she was being enlightened to the higher plans of their small community, she was simply doing her job.
"Alice,” (Y/N) laughs, covering her mouth with her hand so as not to wake up the woman sleeping next to her bed. "Really, I have nothing to tell you about. If I knew anything, you would have heard everything from me in detail."
"Oh really?" the girl sang quietly, squeezing her friend’s hand in hers, with an insidious smile on her lips. "Even what's going on with Jared?"
(Y/N) felt herself rapidly starting to blush from embarrassment. Well, of course, Alice already knows everything. God, (Y/N) was really happy about this. And yet, she was excited, although this excitement was pleasant.
"Well,” (Y/N) said slowly, awkwardly straightening her hair. "Jared proposed to me!"
Alice, who was sitting on the bed, (Y/N) almost collapsed on the floor from such news. Covering her mouth with her hand, she tried her best not to scream in delight, but she hardly succeeded. The dissatisfied cries of the awakened women were heard, to which, however, they did not pay any attention.
"Oh my God, (Y/N)!" Alice exclaimed, hugging her friend tightly by the shoulders. "I'm so, so happy for you!"
Alice cleared her throat slightly and put on a slightly more casual expression, although her eyes sparkled as if she had been asked to marry. (Y/N) had no doubt that one day it would be so.
"Tell me,” Alice switched to a conspiratorial whisper: “Have you already had this with him?”
(Y/N) just shook her head with a slight smile on her face. No, they didn’t have that much time left together, and therefore, they were forced to make do with only quick, albeit passionate, kisses, occasionally pleasuring each other with their hands and lips.
"Not yet." Alice nodded understandingly, lightly squeezing her friend’s shoulders with her hands. "After the wedding, I think..."
She couldn't finish her thought. One of the particularly grumpy women threw a pillow at the girls, hitting Alice right on the back of the head, causing her to almost fall to the floor. Having roared that it was high time for everyone to go to bed, including them, she lay down on the bed again and began to quietly snore.
(Y/N) and Alice looked at each other, after which they burst into quiet laughter, but obeyed the order, and soon both saw, albeit not bright and sunny, but still, serene dreams.
In the dead of night, however, (Y/N) opened her eyes to a strange noise on the street that made her feel uneasy. Carefully, so as not to wake anyone, the girl picked up a neatly folded sweatshirt from the bedside table, threw it over her shoulders, and headed out of the tent, taking a machine gun with her just in case. Carefully walking barefoot through the puddles, she noticed something being dragged towards the abandoned laboratory. And judging by its size, this something was quite large.
Moving still carefully and quietly, (Y/N) heard Alice call out to her from behind. The girl hurried towards her, awkwardly adjusting her raincoat, the hood of which kept falling over her shoulders.
"What's happened?" Alice asked, taking (Y/N) by the elbow, as if she was afraid of something, and her friend was the only person who could protect her. "(Y/N) why are you here? What are they doing?"
“I don’t know,” the girl answered honestly, but she was determined to find the answer to her question. "But we can find out."
With these words, the girls headed towards the abandoned laboratory, where none of them had ever been. There was nothing to do there. The corridors were empty, bare wires hung from the ceilings like vines in the jungle, and faulty equipment was periodically flooded with streams of sparks. Usually, they never went there, but today was definitely different.
Approaching the building, the girls noticed how the lights were on in the rooms, and therefore, holding hands, they entered the laboratory. Walking around each faulty mechanism, the girls slowly walked towards the central room. It was cold and eerily quiet in this place, but they were in no hurry to break the silence, not knowing what it would threaten them with.
Alice definitely didn't like it here, she wanted to go back, but the moment they reached the place where a crowd of men were dragging something huge, they realized exactly what kind of creature it was. Having struggled to push the tall Na'vi into the holding cell, the group led by Hank, an elderly soldier who hardly shared Gavin's views, now stood next to him, furiously discussing something. They were hard to hear, so (Y/N) nodded her head towards the camera and they slowly moved towards it.
Reaching the tall metal barriers, the girls looked at the Na'vi lying on the floor, in deep sleep. Alice, eyes wide open, unable to hide her emotions, said:
"He is so beautiful."
(Y/N) didn't say anything in response, but Alice was damn right. She had never seen anyone more beautiful than this Na'vi. His shoulders rose and fell slowly as he slept soundly. (Y/N) had seen him several times hiding high in the tree branches, but up close, this was the first time she had seen him. Yes, it was true, this young Na'vi was incredibly handsome. But (Y/N) quickly brushed that thought aside and another one took its place. How Hank and his squad were able to catch him, and most importantly, how they got him here. Hank's voice suddenly sounded dangerously close.
"He is waking up."
Alice, who had been nervously tugging at the edges of her raincoat all this time, quickly darted towards the exit, and (Y/N) was about to follow her when she noticed how the Na'vi's eyelashes began to tremble slightly. Crap! He actually wakes up.
Rolling somersaults towards the exit, (Y/N) and Alice hurried to leave, although (Y/N) was tormented by the question of what they were going to do with him?
The morning of the next day turned out to be suspiciously quiet. It was as if nothing had happened at all, which is why (Y/N) was in no hurry to ask Hank questions. She was curious, and yet, she tried to mind her own business. Not when she was supposed to be going to meet Jared. Still, she couldn't help but wonder what plans Gavin had for this Na'vi? They didn't kill him, and she didn't see any serious wounds on him. Obviously they want to trade it for something. The question is what Gavin will ask. He is not the most honest person, but he is far from an idiot, and therefore, the girl hoped that whatever he came up with would work.
Starting to run lightly, (Y/N), noticing Jared, sped up, and upon reaching him, hugged the guy tightly around the neck. Gavin smiled at her, squeezed her waist with his strong hands, and gently but insistently kissed her lips. (Y/N) smiled into the kiss, allowing the guy to freely stroke her skin under her thin tank top.
“You’re in a hurry,” (Y/N) laughs, not intending to stop Jared.
"On the contrary, honey,” Jared says between kisses, moving down to her neck. "I'm terribly slow."
"(Y/N) arches her back, allowing her fiancé to caress her body, when suddenly, a strange sound comes from the direction of the laboratory, which gives (Y/N) goosebumps. Jared reluctantly stops, but doesn’t let go of the girl’s embrace. A crowd of men runs out of the building, Hank shouts at them tirelessly. After exchanging glances, (Y/N) and Jared rushed towards the crowd, listening to Hank's screams.
"It's all to no avail!" he says waving his arms. "He is savage, just like all of them. Nothing will come of this idea."
Gavin looked down on Hank as always, and crossed his arms over his chest and answered coldly:
"Then let him starve, after all, we have to bring him back alive, not healthy."
"He's already torn apart two of my boys, Morris." The man barked, so loudly that (Y/N) was momentarily afraid that her eardrums would burst. "If this continues, I will shoot him."
The men continued to argue, and people gradually began to go about their business. There was no longer any secret to their operation, so they continued to swear louder and louder.
(Y/N) just shrugged, and taking Jared’s hand, she hurried to go where no one would disturb them, but Jared was called out by Hank, so, giving the girl a farewell kiss, he left her, to the sound of her groaning full of displeasure. This was already starting to get boring. Every time they wanted to be alone, someone always interfered with them, and this had already become a bad habit.
If only they had already exchanged him for something, (Y/N) thought, feeling a pleasant tingling between her legs, but again there was no one to calm her excitement.
(Y/N) clearly remembered Hank’s words that if even one more of his soldiers suffered because of the captured Na’vi, he would certainly kill him, but Hank still hadn’t done this a week later.
(Y/N) repeatedly heard the screams of people who entered the containment chamber of the violent Na'vi, with an innocent desire to feed him, and never came out again. Hank was losing patience, Gavin hardly had any idea what to do. Negotiations with the Na'vi were difficult, and (Y/N) was not privy to these matters, until one late evening, a woman named Jane approached her and ordered (Y/N) to follow her. They hurriedly but without fuss walked towards the laboratory, which a week later became much cleaner and safer. Reaching the holding cell, Jane handed (Y/N) a heavy bag filled to the brim with fruit.
"Come in." She ordered, to which (Y/N) grinned, not intending to obey.
"Maybe you should do this?"
Jane looked at her sternly, but (Y/N) was still not ready to obey. Dying like this, in an attempt to feed a captive Na'vi, was not part of her plans. Jane frowned at her, and without saying another word, nodded, after which two men approached (Y/N) from behind, who grabbed her hands and dragged the girl to the holding cell. Jane pressed the button and the armored door opened. Throwing the girl into the cell, one of the men threw a bag of fruit towards her, and the door closed again.
(Y/N) rushed towards her, banging on the armored glass, screaming and swearing, but hardly any of them cared. Just to save your skin, your miserable life. Hitting the glass with her fist one last time, (Y/N) heard quiet footsteps behind her. Turning towards the sound, (Y/N) exhaled. In front of her stood a Na'vi. He looked at her with his huge yellow eyes as if he was about to pounce on her and tear her to pieces, as he did with everyone who came here, but now, he hesitated, and the girl, not sure what to do, tried not to make unnecessary sounds.
The Na'vi moved closer, gracefully alternating first his hand and then his foot, continuing to move gracefully towards her until he was very close. (Y/N) clenched her hands into fists. God, this is definitely the end for her now.
The Na'vi, however, was in no hurry to attack, looking at her, he came even closer, and now, (Y/N) could simply stretch out her hand and her palm would touch his chest. The Na'vi leaned slightly towards her, his nostrils flaring slightly as he sniffed. Carefully leaning towards the girl, the Na'vi looked at her, and his pupils, which had been threateningly narrowed until that moment, now suddenly widened as if in some kind of ecstasy she did not understand. (Y/N) understood that she was doing something stupid, but she couldn’t help herself and backed away, pressing her back against the cold glass. The Na'vi, noticing her attempt to move away from him, tensed, his dilated pupils narrowed again, and he rushed towards her, clasping her legs with his tail, and sharply pulled her towards him. (Y/N) let out a loud groan of pain as she fell backwards onto the concrete floor, trying in vain to find something she could grab onto, but there was nothing on the floor, and the Na'vi continued to drag her to that part of the cell, where there were no CCTV cameras.
Throwing (Y/N) into a dark corner, he approached her again, but this time he was watching the girl’s every movement much more closely. (Y/N) was breathing rapidly. Previously, she was sure that she was not afraid of anything, but as it turned out, it is easy to be fearless when you have a machine gun with full ammunition in your hands. Now, she was empty-handed, she was not wearing her army uniform, or even simple clothes as such. Jane ordered her to follow her without even allowing her to change clothes, and therefore, before the hostile Na'vi, she appeared in a thin T-shirt that barely hid her nipples, hardened from the cold, and in short shorts, in which she usually slept.
The Na'vi leaned over her, was already close to her, looking at her from head to toe, after which he calmly looked at her for a minute, until suddenly, sharply he leaned towards her, burying his cat-like nose in her neck. (Y/N) pressed her hands into the wall behind her, forgetting how to breathe for a moment. Now she was really scared, and barely able to move, she froze in a ridiculous attempt to merge with the wall.
The Na'vi inhaled her scent, greedily, as if it were life-giving oxygen for him, and at some point, the girl could swear that she heard a groan escape from his chest. His tail curled into a wonderful pose as his breath tickled (Y/N)'s skin. He inhaled her scent with strange delight, as if trying to soak in it, remember it, sniffing her neck, hair, leaning towards her chest. Pressing his forehead against her chest, the Na'vi closed his eyes and... purred.
He muttered something under his breath, never stopping purring, and (Y/N) for a moment thought that she hit her head too hard and all this was just a crazy dream that she sees in a coma, but his cheek pressed against her chest was too real , and his voice is terribly clear.
"Oeyä muntxa si," (Y/N) tensed. She hardly knew the Na'vi language, and the girl could not understand what he was saying. "Run nga, nì'i'a."
(Y/N) swallowed hard, not moving an iota, hoping that Jared would come and get her out of here, but that didn’t happen, and (Y/N) felt another wave of panic. Trying to pull herself together, the girl gave herself a mental slap in the face. Calmly! He doesn’t attack, his shoulders are relaxed and he’s unlikely to kill her just yet. At least not now. All she has to do is do nothing until they get her out of here and she'll be fine.
The Na'vi purrs, his tail wagging from side to side as he continues to babble happily in a language the girl didn't understand. All the words she limited herself to were calculations of time and only some phrases that could hardly help her now.
"Oeyä tawtute," the Na'vi's voice trembles with pleasure, his hands reach out to her.
(Y/N) suddenly feels a strange rush of adrenaline, and forcefully pushes his face away from her, rushing to the other corner of the cell, hitting the door with her fist, demanding that she be let out immediately.
He rushes after her, shouting:
"Kehe hum, yawne!" but this time, the door opens and the girl jumps out of the holding cell, thanking God that she is alive.
The Na'vi who sees her through the thick glass screams, although she does not hear his words, and hammers his fists on the glass, while his tail, which just recently wagged like a dog that had received a treat from its owner, hung motionless between his legs. There was clearly resentment and strange pain in his eyes that (Y/N) was unable to understand. Trying not to look in the direction of the Na'vi who was furiously beating his hands on the glass, (Y/N) thought that she would never return here again. Well, she was wrong, but what choice did she have?
(Y/N) knew that Jane was a complete bitch, but she did not expect that the woman would stoop to telling Gavin about what happened a couple of days ago in the storage room. The man quickly took her words into account, and therefore decided that since the Na'vi did not attack the girl, this could be taken advantage of. From that moment on, from scout and huntress, (Y/N) became what she herself would call a "lightning rod" for the wrath of the young Pandora resident. She came to him once a day and brought food and water. The Na'vi hissed and got angry at the sight of people, hid in the darkness of the cell, noticing (Y/N) ran up to the glass, and pressing his palms against it, stood waiting for the girl to arrive. (Y/N) was stressed by such affection. Why would she be special? She would like to know the answer, but it is unlikely that anyone could give it to her. Once again opening the camera, Jane grinned nastily, after which she closed the door behind (Y/N) and left to go about her business, despite the fact that, according to the rules established by Hank, constant surveillance of the camera was necessary.
As soon as (Y/N) crossed the threshold of the cell, the Na'vi rushed towards her, wrapping his tail around the girl's waist, pulling her towards him, straight into his arms. The girl, although still not accustomed to this, began to be much more calm about what the Na'vi was doing.
Sitting in the silence of the cell, the girl felt the Na'vi again bury his nose in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent. Reluctantly tearing himself away from her, he hugged her tighter and said in his completely incomprehensible language:
"Oe lu Neteyam,” he says, and seems to be waiting for an answer.
“I don’t understand you,” the girl says, shaking her head.
The Na'vi frowns, his ears twitch and then flatten to his head, but he repeats, sitting (Y/N) in front of him as if she weighs nothing, then presses his palm to his chest and says:
"Oe lu Neteyam."
(Y/N) makes a strange sound, but now she understands, he told her his name. Neteyam, that's his name. Nodding, the girl slowly presses her hand to her chest, and now says her own name, and Neteyam looks at her joyfully, squeezing her waist tighter with his tail.
He repeats her name and his pupils dilate again. (Y/N) smiles at him slightly. Perhaps they are not as scary as they want to seem, because they have every right to hate the entire human race.
Hank's voice suddenly comes through the speakers, telling her it's time for her to leave. Neteyam hears this too, and so his tail curls in combat readiness, letting go of her waist, giving way to his arms. Neteyam doesn’t know where this voice is coming from, but he is not going to let the girl go again, and therefore he covers her with himself, hissing, under Hank’s repeated command.
(Y/N) carefully tries to pull away, but Neteyam doesn’t allow her to do so, shaking his head and saying something, pulling her closer to him. With a forced sigh, the girl addresses Hank via the radio hanging on her hip.
"Maybe I'll stay? Not for long."
"You know the rules, girl." Hank says and (Y/N) just rolls her eyes. "Get out of there."
"Come on, Hank!" (Y/N) exclaimed, causing Neteyam to raise his eyebrows slightly and press himself close to her, burying his face in the top of her head. "He's scared, you treat him like a wild animal. Just a couple more minutes."
Hank, however, was adamant, and therefore, again sternly commanding the girl to leave, he opened the door. Neteyam persisted, not intending to let her go, he looked at her, bit her lip, as if it depended on her. (Y/N) drooped slightly. She felt sorry for him, Neteyam did not understand what was happening, he was torn away from his family and friends, placed in conditions in which the only person who was kind to him was forced to constantly leave him.
The girl tried to pull away, but Neteyam held her tighter, shaking his head in denial. No, he will never let go, no matter how hard she struggles.
All his life, Neteyam was sure that people have a desire to destroy and kill in their blood, but here she is, this human girl, who is so kind and gentle to him, the smell that intoxicates him and enchants him, calms him. A scent that no other girl of his kind from his clan had. (Y/N) is so small, so fragile compared to him, that he could easily break her if he squeezed her in his arms a little tighter. But he would never do anything like that to her. Neteyam was sure that he would never love. His duties as the future leader of the clan always came first, and therefore he entrusted the search for his mate entirely into the hands of his parents. He did not believe that he would find his true mate who could melt his cold heart, and Neteyam was absolutely sure that he would never love a person. But the moment (Y/N) entered the cell, he felt her. The smell that his mother and father told him about, which they themselves felt many years ago. At first, he thought he was mistaken. But at that moment when he buried his face in her tender neck and inhaled her scent, he realized that his fate stood before him. His little human mate, caring for him so diligently in this nasty, cold place where he didn't belong.
Neteyam looked at her, wrapping his tail around her legs, not allowing the girl to move away from him, but (Y/N) didn't seem to like it. She tried hard to distance herself from him, and Neteyam didn't understand why. Doesn't she feel him the same way he feels her? Neteyam frowns, still stubbornly not allowing her to leave him, when a man’s voice, creaking like ungreased door hinges, is heard again from the speakers:
He's on our radar.
Neteyam doesn't understand his words, but (Y/N) begins to panic, so he immediately raises his hands as a sign of surrender.
No, don't! - she exclaimed, not wanting to risk not so much Neteyam as herself. She knew well who was guarding the camera now and who could fire a shot. - He’s just scared, I promise, I’ll come out now.
Not knowing what to do, the girl relaxes and stops struggling, and Neteyam’s facial features soften, he again buries his nose at the junction of her shoulder and neck, not wanting to let go of the girl from his embrace. Gently stroking the tips of his unusual ears, (Y/N) tried her best to speak calmly and calmly.
“I’ll be back tomorrow,” the girl said, although she realized that Neteyam did not understand her words. And yet, her calming voice had an effect - Neteyam relaxed, rubbed his cheek against her palm, slightly closing his eyes. Glancing briefly at Hank so that he would hold the door open a little longer, the girl whispered goodbye to Neteyam: “I’m sorry.”
After which, she rushed to run away from the containment cell, catching her breath only when the door closed behind her. Neteyam screamed, his eyes wide as he punched the glass as hard as he could, hoping after all this time that he could break it. (Y/N) felt a lump forming in her throat. God, she was embarrassed. She paradoxically felt like a traitor, and did not know what to do about it.
Hank, noticing her slumped shoulders, patted her fatherly on the back as gently as his callused hands would allow him. (Y/N) smiled languidly at him, and was about to leave when suddenly she heard Jane’s exclamation, full of pure bewilderment:
"What the hell is he doing?!"
(Y/N) and Hank turned around with a jerk and what they saw made the girl’s blood freeze in her veins. Neteyam looked straight at her with a completely lifeless gaze, seeing nothing, and hit his head forcefully against the armored glass. His forehead slowly but surely became darker with each new blow, blood ran from the wound, leaving eerie-looking red blots on the glass.
Running up to the glass, (Y/N) looked at the young Na'vi, who continued to do something completely incomprehensible to her mind.
"Give him sleeping pills, calm him down!" Hank barked, turning to Jane.
"No!" (Y/N) exclaimed, looking at the Na'vi who hardly thought what he was doing. "Let me stay with him a little longer, I’ll calm him down!"
“We won’t let you near him anymore,” Hank said curtly. "He does not behave appropriately after you leave."
(Y/N) sighed in defeat, taking one last look at Neteyam, whose cell had already been filled with sleeping gas. She was sorry, in fact she was truly sorry. The Na'vi were killing her people, but in this situation, where he was trapped in a place he knew nothing about, Neteyam was afraid. She had no doubt about it. He was scared and wanted to feel safe.
The last thing (Y/N) saw before she left was Neteyam lying unconscious on the concrete floor, his forehead bleeding. Biting her lip, the girl again mentally apologized to him, heading towards the exit from the laboratory. She urgently needed to talk to Jared. His hugs always comforted her, and she had no doubt that this time would be no exception.
Looking into his tent, the girl found Jared writing something in his diary. These were the coordinates of some lake that could serve them as a source of clean drinking water, but the moment he noticed (Y/N) he put down his notes and extended his arms to the girl, allowing her to sit on his lap, hugging him tenderly her by the waist. Noticing her sad expression, Jared frowned, lifted her face by the chin so that she looked straight into his eyes, and asked with confusion:
"What happened, honey?" his voice was so pleasant and comforting that (Y/N) for the first time in a long time allowed herself to unwind. "Did someone offend you? I won’t believe it, I know that my girl is the bravest and strongest in the world."
(Y/N) sniffled, pressing her forehead against Jared's shoulder, trying to breathe deeply through her mouth.
“It’s all because of Neteyam,” the girl said, and Jared looked at her in confusion.
"Because of Neteyam?" Jared asked, trying to understand her mutterings for a minute. "Are you talking about the captured Na'vi? Are you so upset because of him?"
"We are at odds with them, but this does not mean that he is an animal that needs to be kept in a cage." Jared nodded, affectionately stroking his lover’s head. Of course, he knew, despite how skillfully she hid her true emotions and how deadly she was in battle, she had a kind heart and that was why Jared fell in love with her in the first place. "Why doesn’t his clan come for him? Do they really don't care?"
“Oh darling,” Jared says, kissing (Y/N)’s forehead tenderly. "Do not worry about it. Gavin is negotiating with his father, the leader, he just wants the deal to happen on his terms."
"Gavin should hurry up,” the girl said coldly, not wanting to talk about Gavin. "Today Neteyam broke his forehead on the glass and bled. He's going crazy in this cage. I feel sorry for him. I can’t imagine what I would do if I were in Neteyam's place."
Jared just smiled kindly, carefully lowering (Y/N) onto the bed and laying on top of the girl. Leaving a kiss on her lips, Jared gently kissed her neck, moving down to her collarbones, where he lingered, gently biting and sucking on her soft skin. (Y/N) moaned, responding to his caresses, allowing him to get his hands under her T-shirt. Lifting the fabric up to her breasts, Jared kissed her above her navel and pulled her shorts down, exposing the fabric of her panties.
"Do you want this, darling?" Jared smiles, squeezing her hips a little tighter. “I know you don’t want me to take you before we get married, but I can still pleasure you with my mouth.”
(Y/N) closed her eyes, spreading her legs a little wider, allowing Jared to see more. Grinning, he pulled the girl's shorts off, leaving her in thin panties that barely covered her tender pussy. There was already a wet spot of her arousal on her gray panties, which Jared licked without thinking. Gasping, (Y/N) enthusiastically grabbed the guy by the back of his head, pulling him closer to her.
“I want this Jared,” (Y/N) whispered, raising herself slightly on her elbows so she could see him pulling her panties off with his teeth. "I want you so much."
Jared smiles and kisses (Y/N) on the lips before lowering himself back down in front of her, kissing her clit, gently licking her plump labia, licking her arousal, while (Y/N) moans softly. She had waited so long for the opportunity to be alone with him, and so now, she enjoyed every moment of the pleasure that he gave her with his tongue.
"Jared,” (Y/N) croaks, running her fingers through his hair.
The guy laughs into her pussy, gently biting her inner thighs, pushing his tongue into her, imitating the movements of his penis. His fingers stroked her clitoris, gently penetrating her vagina, stretching her. (Y/N) impatiently pulled Jared closer to her by the back of his head, causing him to inhale sharply but continue to work with his tongue.
"Jared,” the girl exclaimed, and he hums into her pussy, waiting for her to continue: “I want you. I want your dick inside me."
"Are you sure, baby?" Jared asked, reluctantly pulling away from (Y/N)'s cunt, still stroking her clit with his fingers. "I don't want to force you."
(Y/N) just pulled Jared's shirt towards her, kissing him gently on her lubricated lips, tasting herself. With her arms around the guy's neck, (Y/N) rubbed her wet pussy against his hard cock, causing Jared to moan into her lips. Yanking his T-shirt over his head, Jared impatiently unbuttoned his frayed jeans, still kissing (Y/N). The girl put her arm around Jared's shoulders, awkwardly taking off her own T-shirt, allowing him to quickly get rid of her bra. His fingers moved inside her tender pussy that was gripping him so tightly, and (Y/N) moaned and sighed sharply loudly, spurring the guy to finally move to remove his 0fingers and give her what she so desperately asks for. Pulling down his boxers only to free his painfully hard cock, Jared kissed (Y/N) before whispering:
Hold on to me.
After which, he entered her, causing the girl to scream with delight. He didn't move, letting her get used to this new feeling, but when (Y/N) rocked her hips slightly, pushing his cock deeper into her, Jared began to move, impatiently but rhythmically, causing (Y/N) to moan sweetly, pleasure-filled. Jared closed his eyes, admiringly caressing her body with his lips and hands, paying special attention to her neck and breasts. Moans and screams must have been heard even on the street, but they didn’t care at all, all they cared about was the pleasure they gave each other.
Spreading her legs wider, (Y/N) closed her eyes as Jared’s thrusts became much more erratic and sharp, from which (Y/N) fell somewhere into a bottomless pit of pleasure.
“Faster, Jared,” (Y/N) yells as the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the space.
And he really speeds up, beads of sweat running down his forehead, and he slams into her harder and harder, biting the girl's breasts, covering her skin with teeth marks.
“Fuck,” Jared growls, pushing his dick deeper and deeper into her pussy, which makes such depraved sounds that it seems to him that they alone can make him cum. "So tight, baby. Squeeze me even tighter and I will cum inside you."
(Y/N) grins, and as if taking his words as a challenge, she tenses, squeezing Jared so tightly that his chest shakes with moans.
"Yes, that’s right, babe,” he exhales hotly, biting (Y/N)’s bottom lip.
The girl tosses and turns, wriggles under him like a snake, not knowing where to go from her own excitement, and hurries to raise her hips, allowing the guy to enter her from a completely new angle.
“I’m going to cum inside you, love,” Jared says, leaving a wet kiss under her breasts. "Just as I always wanted. Do you want me to cum inside you? You squeeze me so tightly, of course you want it."
“Cum in me Jared,” (Y/N) says with a breath, feeling her pussy flowing from his words. "Fuck, please cum inside me."
Jared grins and speeds up again, now moving inside her completely impatiently and sloppily, until he abruptly stops, thrusting into her to the limit, flooding her pussy with a hot stream of cum. Breathing heavily, Jared catches his breath and kisses the girl's chin.
"We’ll definitely do this again tonight,” he smiles at her with his brightest smile that (Y/N) adores.
She throws her arms above her head, licking her lips, and for the first time she feels truly full and satisfied. She's feeling good, and Jared is the reason she's feeling like that. She completely forgot to think about Neteyam, and all she could think about now was how Jared’s sperm leaked out of her stretched cunt. What else could she dream of now?
The guy straightened his clothes, and gently kissed her forehead, said:
"I'll come back to you as soon as I finish work, okay doll?"
(Y/N) could only nod her head, and Jared laughed so brightly and lovingly that she didn’t even think about doubting his words.
Lying on his bed, the girl lazily threw Jared's T-shirt over herself, closing her eyes for a moment, not noticing how she slowly fell into sleep, and she slept for a long time and serenely.
In the dead of night, she feels someone else's hands on her waist, and barely waking up, she smiles, yawning slightly.
"Jared,” the girl drawls, still not fully awake. "I've missed you."
In response, she hears a quiet chuckle and feels the kiss of dry lips on her shoulder. (Y/N) tries to open her sleepy eyes, but she can’t, and so she just continues to mutter:
"Why are you taking so long?" in response to her question, another kiss, this time on the neck. "I thought you…"
The girl doesn’t have time to finish, feeling, in addition to a pair of hands, an additional limb that, like a boa constrictor, is wrapped around her hips. At this moment, her eyelashes twitch, and she is no longer sleeping, but she is afraid to turn around, and she hopes that this is all just a bad dream from which she will soon wake up. But (Y/N) feels the blanket being slowly pulled off her and turned onto her back. She feels on her skin how a hand with four fingers strokes her, and how her forehead is tickled by familiar braids.
And so, she has to face the truth when she finally opens her eyes looking into the face of Neteyam, who is bending over her. His forehead was still covered in dried blood, and there was a horrific bruise on it that must have hurt like hell, but she didn't care. The only thing the girl really wanted to know was how did he escape?
Neteyam smiled tenderly at her, his ears twitched excitedly, and his large yellow eyes shone so that it seemed they could outshine the moon with their light.
“Oe tsun nì'i'a 'ampi nga nìmun,” he purrs, while his tail, freeing the girl’s hips, wriggled from side to side in delight.
(Y/N) looked at him with frozen horror on her face, and Neteyam doesn’t understand why. Her beautiful human face is distorted with a grimace of fear, and Neteyam reaches out to her, but the girl recoils from him, his ears pressed tightly to his head. Why is she afraid of him? Did he do something wrong? Has he ever hurt her? Neteyam is tormented by doubts, and (Y/N) rushes to run away from him with all his might, hearing a loud voice behind him;
"Kehe, rutxe yemstokx't tul mìso, yawne!"
(Y/N) doesn’t listen to him, and jerks back the fabric barrier of the tent and runs out into the street, instantly regretting that she did it. Everywhere on the ground, there were dead people. Everything around was stained with blood, and it seemed that there was no chance that even one of those she knew would be saved. All the color drained from her face at once. What did he do to Alice, and oh God, what did he do to Jared?!
Neteyam, who appeared behind, called her name, there was such terrible melancholy in his voice that the girl could hardly believe in his sincerity, after what he had done to all these soldiers, doctors and people.
Without thinking, she ran without looking back. It's all Gavin's fault. If he had not decided to capture the Na'vi, none of this would have happened. Drops of rain pattered on the grass and leaves of the trees, but (Y/N) continued to run, because it was quite possible that this could be her last escape. Behind her, she continued to hear the voice of Neteyam, who was already dangerously close to notice her, and therefore the girl stopped. No, if she runs in a straight line, he will catch up with her and she will have no chance of salvation. Looking at the tree in front of her, (Y/N) rushed to climb the thick vines, rising higher and higher until she could hide behind the thick foliage. Her hands were shaking, but her thoughts were crystal clear and clear. All the weapons remained in the camp, and even her favorite knife was in the destroyed women's tent. She won't be able to hide for long. Frowning, the girl looked down, trying to come up with a workable plan, when a rustling sound was heard behind her, after which someone covered her mouth with a hand, preventing her from screaming. The hand, however, was human and female, and the voice that came from behind her inspired her with hope of salvation.
"(Y/N), oh my God,” Alice whispered as (Y/N) turned to face her. "Thank God you're okay."
"Alice, how did this happen?" (Y/N) whispered with just her lips, trying not to make a single unnecessary sound. "How did he manage to get out?.."
"No, (Y/N), now is not the time, listen to me,” Alice interrupted her, grabbing her friend by the shoulders. "When I heard about what happened today, I went to Hank to find out why the Na'vi behaved this way, and he explained to me (Y/N) that the Na'vi behave this way when their mate is taken away from them, understand? When all this happened, he was looking for you, he needs you (Y/N)."
"No, wait, Alice,” the girl said, stopping her friend, looking her straight in the eyes. -What are you even talking about? I'm a human, he couldn't...
"But that’s exactly what happened, (Y/N),” Alice whispered in fear. Her blond hair was wet from the rain and clung to her already thin face so that the girl looked like a living skeleton. "That's why he didn't kill you like everyone else. Anyone he considers a threat who can separate you will be killed. And therefore, you need to run as far as possible. But even so, this does not guarantee your safety, because the Na'vi has found a mate and will stop at nothing to get it for themselves."
Alice’s words broke (Y/N) completely. All hope of salvation collapsed, but even now, she found the strength to see something good in everything that happened. She can still save Alice.
“Listen to me,” (Y/N) said the same way she spoke during her assignments - coldly and clearly. "He didn’t see you, as soon as you can, run to the southeast, our people have a small base there. I'll be fine, but you have to do everything to save yourself."
After which, (Y/N) hugged her friend tightly goodbye, and sliding down vines, she hid in the bushes, throwing a heavy stone away. Neteyam's ears tensed and twitched towards the source of the noise, but he did not move from his place, narrowing his eyes and looking around him. His steps were surprisingly silent, he carefully looked around the forest area, listening to every sound. (Y/N) covered her mouth with her hand, trying not to breathe, and Neteyam seemed to believe that no one was here when a crash was heard on the tree branches. Turning sharply toward the sound, he pulled one of the many vines, and Alice fell from the tree with a wild cry of horror. She groaned in pain, clutching her arm. A broken bone protruded from her wounded skin. Neteyam looked indifferently at the wounded girl, but narrowing his eyes, he leaned towards her and hissed in the Na'vi language:
"You,” Alice swallowed, breathing loudly from pain and fear, not knowing what to do. She is not a fighter, just a linguist, and she simply had no idea what to do. "I know that you understand my language. Where is she?"
(Y/N) didn’t understand what he was asking her about, but his eyes looked daggers at Alice, threatening to kill her at any second.
"I don't know, I swear to you, I don't know." Alice tried to suppress the sobs bursting out, but the Na'vi seemed not to be embarrassed, he only squeezed her neck tighter, almost strangling her with his grip.
"You're lying to me, tawtute." Neteyam growls. Taking a knife from the sheath hanging on his chest, he lifted Alice off the ground, bringing the blade to her face. “But I will make sure you never lie to anyone again.”
Alice wheezed, tried to escape, but her strength was not enough, and she began to slowly give up, praying that her death would be quick.
"I give you one last chance, tawtute,” Neteyam now rises to his full height, and Alice realizes that if he lets her go, it is quite possible that she will fall to her death, given her previous fall. "Tell me where she is, and you will stay alive."
'I'm telling you, I don't know!" Alice screams with all her strength, watching the Na'vi's lips stretch into a smile.
"Then it makes no sense for me to waste time on you."
Raising a knife, he was ready to hit the girl in the face with a knife when his dearest and most beloved voice was heard behind him.
"Neteyam!" (Y/N) shouts, attracting his attention.
Neteyam turns around, squeezing Alice's neck less tightly, allowing her to gasp for air. His tail bends with joy, and a second ago his needle-thin pupils expand to immense sizes.
He lowers the hand that holds Alice by the throat and sharply unclenches his fingers, allowing the girl to fall to the ground. Alice coughed loudly, trying to catch her breath, watching in horror as the monster with the most beautiful face in the world bowed down in front of her best friend.
Neteyam kneels in front of (Y/N), gently pulling her towards him. Grabbing the girl’s hand, he presses her palm to his cheek, imitating affection on her part, and he seems to believe in this fiction.
Yawne,” his voice trembles slightly, he can barely contain his purr, which no longer seems cute and funny. - Pelun nga tul neto ftu oe?
(Y/N) doesn’t respond with anything, neither a word nor a gesture, she just turns her gaze to the only living person dear to her, and exhaling involuntarily says:
"Let her go."
Neteyam tilts his head slightly, trying to understand the unfamiliar language, but he cannot do it, and therefore reluctantly turns to Alice:
"Tell her that I will let you go if she comes with me."
Alice shakes her head, tears rolling down her cheeks, mixing with the rain, but Neteyam growls, repeating:
"Tell her that or I'll cut off your leg."
“Great,” Alice sobs, trying to shout above the sound of the rain. “Then she will hate you even more, and will never go with you voluntarily.”
Neteyam presses his ears tightly to his head. This nasty human is right, (Y/N) is already afraid of him enough for him to count on her tender affection, but he loves her no matter how his syulang treats him, and therefore, even if he kills her friend, (Y/N) will still be with him.
Wrapping his tail tighter around (Y/N)'s waist, Neteyam glared at Alice, his pupils narrowing dangerously again.
"If you want to see your friend again someday, then you better agree and do as I say."
Alice goes silent. Her thoughts change from one to another. Mentally, the girl scolded herself for not having the same stamina as (Y/N), and now, this plays perhaps the most important role.
Neteyam is losing patience, his eyes cold and angry, and so Alice rushes to think it over, unsure whether to trust him. Finally, the girl sighs and says:
"Fine."
Neteyam doesn't change his expression, but turns his gaze to (Y/N) and his gaze softens. He gently but persistently holds her in place, and Alice, looking at her friend, sadly says:
"He wants you to go with him."
(Y/N) nods and looks with pity at Alice, whose hand has acquired an unhealthy bluish tint. Turning her gaze to Neteyam, the girl places her palm on top of his larger one, and realizes that she has no choice.
"Good, I agree."
Neteyam does not understand her words, but her calm voice is enough to explain to him what she is thinking. Picking (Y/N) up in his arms, Neteyam marvels at how small and fragile his human girl is. So beautiful and feminine. Neteyam wanted so badly to kiss her, to bring her to his home, to his own clan, where he could treat her as a gift, a blessing from Eywa herself. He would treat her like a goddess if she would only allow him to touch even a lock of her hair without looking at him like a monster.
Giving Alice one last look of contempt, he walked away, holding (Y/N) to his hard chest.
(Y/N) resisted the urge to scream at the top of her lungs. She can not. She was alive and well after all, but Alice, the girl she truly considered her sister, was seriously injured, and (Y/N) wasn't sure if she would find help. Trying to forget, at least for a little while, (Y/N) closed her eyes, lulled by Neteyam’s steady heartbeat.
When Neteyam reached the village, it was already morning. There was still a light drizzle, but it hardly bothered anyone. Walking through the expanses of the native village of the Omaticaya clan, Neteyam watched how the Na'vi slowly woke up, and hurried to get to his house, which was built high on a tree, a little away from the general bustle and noise. Neteyam no longer lived with his parents for two years, leaving Lo'ak, Kiri and little Tuk to each other.
His little tawtute, who had fallen asleep several hours ago, began to wake up, and Neteyam lovingly hugged her to himself and climbed into the tree, where he could finally rest at home. Carefully, he knelt down, placing his mate on the floor, after which he covered her with a blanket made from the skins of killed animals, and lay down next to her.
(Y/N) frowned in her sleep, her eyelashes trembled and Neteyam felt his ears press tightly against his head in frustration. Is she mad at him? If so, then why? These people were a problem, a mistake and a hindrance that did not allow them to be together. Why is she offended by him now? Neteyam remembered how tenderly and affectionately she stroked the tips of his ears, how softly she touched his shoulders and chest with her fingers, and this made Neteyam’s cheeks warm. His heart beat wildly in his chest because she was next to him again, in his arms, safe. Neteyam did not understand why it happened that he completely and fully surrendered to this human girl, but his heart no longer belonged to him, it was irrevocably hers. Of course, Neteyam had no doubt that his mother and father would be furious when they found out who he had chosen as his mate. The Na'vi girl that was chosen for him, named O'el, if he remembered exactly, would be beside himself with insult and humiliation, but why should he care? He had never loved her a day in his life, so her feelings hardly mattered to him at all.
Wrapping one arm around (Y/N)'s waist from behind, he placed the other under her head while his tail wrapped around her legs, in case she woke up and tried to escape. At this thought, Neteyam bit his lip, squeezing her waist tighter with his hand, causing the girl to sigh hoarsely. Why would she even want to run away from him? Isn’t the love that he so diligently gives her not enough for her? Neteyam buried his nose in the top of her head and inhaled her scent. His ears fluttered with pleasure and his shoulders relaxed.
Neteyam closed his eyes. His head still hurt from what happened to him yesterday. The thought that his beloved, his mate, would leave and never return to him tormented him every time she left. He screamed, called her and asked her to stay, but she did not listen to him, tearing his heart into bloody pieces. His instincts that demanded to be with her every second, spending every moment of his life with her were suppressed by the desire of people to isolate her from him, and that day, Neteyam thought that the end had come for him. The inability to be near his beautiful tsawke syulang prompted him to commit voluntary death. The Na'vi hardly ever obeyed this instinct, but those who were so cruelly separated from their mate, and suffered so much that they could no longer endure the separation, went to Eywa. Neteyam saw (Y/N) screaming, pressing her palms against the glass, asking him not to do this, but at that moment, he could hardly think of anything other than internally screaming in agony.
People, however, did something and he fell fast asleep, dreaming of how (Y/N) pressed her palms to his chest, kissing his lips, how he pulled her towards him, stroking the skin of her spine, moving lower to her buttocks. Oh, Eywa sees, he had never seen such vicious dreams, but this human girl awakened in him new, dark instincts that he could no longer contain within himself. They were eager to be released, and his desires became more and more frightening and depraved. Not being allowed to be with his mate has unleashed a beast that thirsts for blood. But having gotten rid of those who did not allow them to be together, he will only receive a look full of hatred. And Neteyam sincerely could not understand this.
Looking at the girl, Neteyam felt an unpleasant odor that he had not smelled from her before. It was a strange and tart smell that definitely did not belong to her, but Neteyam tried to brush it off, and therefore, pulling (Y/N) closer to him, he finally allowed himself to sleep peacefully, with only one thought: that he regrets that she does not understand his words and tender declarations of love.
❀
At that moment when (Y/N) was just opening her eyes, there was a glimmer of hope in her soul that everything that happened to her was nothing more than a bad dream, and when she opened her eyes, she would be able to hug Alice tightly again, telling her friend friend's latest news, will be able to talk to Hank, that all her life he has been a reliable mentor and a man who cheated on her father in many ways, and of course, will tenderly kiss Jared on the lips, and tell him how much she loves him, and in turn will listen dozens, maybe a hundred declarations of love from him.
But the moment she opens her eyes, she realizes that the nightmare was a reality, and she is not at all in the arms of Jared, but in the strong but graceful arms of the young Na'vi. She lay with her face buried in his hard, striped chest while he slept peacefully. (Y/N) pursed her lips. How could he even sleep after doing what he did? How could he hug her so tenderly and affectionately after causing a bloody massacre in their small camp.
As if sensing that she had woken up, Neteyam himself began to toss and turn slightly, and slightly opening his eyes, he smiled broadly at her, revealing his snow-white fangs.The smile is so beautiful and charming on his no less beautiful face that for a moment you can forget that he brutally and cruelly killed everyone who was displeasing to him for his crazy reasons incomprehensible to her. (Y/N) could have forgotten, but she didn’t.
Turning away from him, (Y/N) felt Neteyam lightly nudge her neck with his nose, but she recoiled from him, pulling the animal skin that served as her blanket tighter. Neteyam tries to hug her again, but the girl does not allow him to do this as easily as he wants, and Neteyam feels his soul aching and screaming from the pain that this hostility from (Y/N) brings him. He did all this for her. Why is she so stubborn? Or does she like to play hard to get? Well, if she wants him to compete for her attention, he will do it for the sake of his little mate. After all, he brought her here to show everyone, and especially her, that she was his mate and his only. He wants to court and take care of her, to show her that he is perfect for her just as she is perfect for him.
Reaching out to her face, Neteyam left a kiss on her temple, after which he rose to his feet and walked out along a thick tree branch and went down, heading towards his parents’ house. Oh Great Mother, give him strength.
Periodically, crowds of Na'vi appeared on his way, surrounding him and hugging him, showing him joy at his return. Neteyam smiled reservedly at them, but did not linger in the crowd, confidently striding towards the hut of his father and mother. The first thing he saw when he approached his home was his little sister Tuk, who, noticing him, threw herself into his arms. Neteyam, without hesitation, picked up his little sister in his arms and headed deeper into the hut. Lo'ak and Kiri, noticing their older brother, also hurried to him, hugging him tightly. They questioned him, hastily, as if he might disappear again, when Jake and Neytiri finally appeared, who, having barely heard that their son had returned to them alive, hurried to meet him at their home. Neteyam lowered Tuk to the floor, although the girl did not leave her brother’s side for a second, hugging him tightly by the hips. Neytiri, smiling happily, hugged him tightly by the shoulders, gently kissing his broken forehead. Jake also rushed to hug his eldest son.
"We'll have a party to celebrate your return, son." He announced, moving away from Neteyam for a moment. He looked into his son's eyes, but suddenly he noticed a strange dark flame that was dancing in them.
"I want to talk to you first, father." Neteyam said, and Jake nodded and lightly patted him on the back, urging his wife and children to leave them alone.
At the moment when everyone left, Neteyam looked his father straight in the eyes and spoke as firmly as he usually spoke to everyone, but never spoke to his father.
"While I was with the humans, something happened, father". Neteyam said and Jake looked at him carefully and remained silent, encouraging his son to continue speaking. "And that changed me. Therefore, I ask you to forgive me, but I will not marry O'el."
"But what is the reason for this decision?" Jake asked, frowning deeply.
"I have a mate, father." He answered firmly, causing Jake to have a surprised expression on his face. "And I will never, you hear, never part with her."
"You scare me, Neteyam." Jake admitted honestly, to which Neteyam only looked at his father indifferently. "What happened there, son?"
"Nothing except that I have to thank Eywa for sending me to the people." With these words, Neteyam headed towards the exit of the hut, leaving only the following parting words: "Among them, I found my destiny."
After which, Neteyam left, leaving Jake wondering what exactly his son meant, and what really happened that he had changed so much.
Neteyam was in a hurry to return home. His heart pounded against his chest, as if telling him to run towards her with all his might while his tail wagged impatiently behind him. Oh Eywa, what did that girl do to him? Maybe she is a witch and she cast some kind of spell on him? No, everything was completely different, and Neteyam knew it. No matter how much he denied it, the truth remained true regardless of his beliefs - the Na'vi cannot be alone. His heart, tormented by the desire to finally surrender to his true mate, finally achieved what he wanted for so long, and therefore Neteyam longed to show and prove to her all his love every day.
As Neteyam walked toward his hut, he felt a hand on his shoulder and reluctantly turned around to meet Mo'at's eyes. The woman looked at her grandson, hugging him tightly, but when she pulled away from him, her gaze slid to the wound on his forehead, and Neteyam realized that she knew. Gently touching his skin, the Na'vi woman shook her head before asking:
"Did you find her?" Mo'at's voice was alarmed. Eywa, she knew well what kind of wound this was, although she hoped and believed that this misfortune would not affect either her children or grandchildren. "Your mate..."
Neteyam turned away from Mo'at's gaze, which hardly needed confirmation of his words. The wise woman slowly shook her head, and in her eyes he seemed to see all the pain in this world. Having taken her grandson one step back, she raised her hands to chest level and, raising them with her palms up, said:
"Oh Eywa, why did this have to happen to my family?"
Neteyam could not understand her sadness. It didn't matter what race his lover was, she was perfect the way she was, the way she was born. And what happened to him in the laboratory was not her fault, his angel herself became a victim from her own people. But now that they are gone, she is sad, and Neteyam was ready to do anything to return a smile to her beautiful, gentle lips.
"Eywa blessed me when she gave her to me as a mate." Neteyam objected, feeling the darkness filling his soul.
"And what will you do with her?" asked Mo'at, without taking her eyes off Neteyam. "She is a human, understand, my child, she belongs among her people."
Neteyam clenched his fists so tightly at Mo'at's words that the tension on his knuckles became painfully. His tail curled with anger, which he had never felt towards his beloved, wise grandmother, who was always ready to support and console him.
Now, even she turned away from him, although she knew very well that the choice of the Great Mother was an inviolable law. She sent him his mate, she chose her for him, so why should he torment his heart with the one he will never love, knowing that his little tawtute is somewhere very close, but at the same time, unbearably far away to be in his arms.
Without saying a word to his grandmother in response, Neteyam only clenched his jaw tightly and hurried away from her, feeling an unbearable tension in his back. Why, Eywa, why?! Why is she so cruel to her son that, having sent him a mate, she did everything to destroy him? How many more sacrifices will he need to make to be close to this human girl in order to declare her his wife? Neteyam takes a deep breath through his nose, feeling his soul being torn apart. No, if he has to choose, then his choice is obvious. His parents, brothers and sisters and the entire clan may not accept his choice, as long as she is with him, none of this matters in the slightest. They can always start their own family, just the two of them.
Neteyam climbed the tree towards his house while his heart beat treacherously fast in his chest. He is scared, and he hates himself for allowing himself to experience this feeling. But he is scared because he doesn’t know what to do, how to act correctly and where to run. The only thing he knew for sure was that if he had to leave the clan, he would take (Y/N) with him.
Stepping into the hut, Neteyam looked at (Y/N), who was looking ahead of her with a sightless gaze. She didn't even look at him, and Neteyam felt his ears droop, pressing tightly to his head. Why is she acting like this? As if it was his fault for what happened. Having crouched down to be at least a little equal to her height, Neteyam began to carefully approach the girl, alternately moving his arms and legs, as if creeping up. (Y/N) knows that he is here, but she has nowhere to run, and if she falls from such a height, she will not get away with a simple broken arm or leg. Neteyam comes behind her and lies down next to her, carefully hugging her waist. The girl does not react, and on the one hand, Neteyam internally rejoices - she does not try to drive him away, does not run from him in fear. But that old part of him, which is still trying to pull him towards the light, understands that the fact that his beautiful syulang is not trying to resist him is not humility and a manifestation of love, only hopelessness.
Gently, he pulls the girl towards him, laying her on her back and gently nudging her nose into her neck, fighting the overwhelming desire to kiss her. It's still early. She should at least get used to life here, next to him, and so he just gently kisses the top of her head, pulling her closer to him. (Y/N) is silent, her eyes glassy from unshed tears, but she just can’t cry and she feels weak. Just think, not so long ago she felt pity for him. Now, she is next to a monster, an animal that wants to kill and she cannot escape from him.
Neteyam gently rubs his cheek against her shoulder, purrs and softly touches her back with his lips, showing that she is safe here, next to him. He loves her so much, she must see it, but she is human, her vision clouded by strange experiences, and he must show his Muntxate that they are one.
"Nìn oe, yawne,” Neteyam whispers, but (Y/N) turns away from him, not wanting to see his face. "Oe tìyawn nga tsal pung, rutxe, lrrtok tsonta oe."
His voice begins to tremble towards the end with barely restrained tears. The fact that she turned away from him only hit his feelings harder, all he wants is for her to become the same again - tender and caring, as she was all this time with him in the laboratory, until yesterday.
❀
Neteyam is patient, infinitely patient, but still, even he has limits, and this limit comes at the moment when (Y/N) feels brave enough to escape from him. Eywa, of course, it was his own fault. Meeting up with his brother Lo'ak to go hunting, Neteyam could hardly think about anything other than (Y/N). Over the course of a month since he brought her to the village, day by day she became sadder and weaker. Her eyes no longer sparkled, her skin took on an unhealthy, sickly hue. Neteyam was afraid for her and tried diligently to cheer the girl up at least a little. He gave her gifts, traditional Na'vi courtship decorations, brought her food, braided her amazingly silky hair. But (Y/N) was dying before his eyes, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not find a cure. She did not suffer from a physical illness, but Neteyam did not know how to correct her spiritual condition.
However, no matter how much he wanted to leave his beloved alone, he still had responsibilities, and so, after kissing the girl goodbye, he left, tormented by the thought that his beloved tawtute was left all alone.
Lo'ak saw the strange, frightening frown on his brother's face, and truly did not understand why he had changed so much. Rumors that Neteyam had rejected O'el spread quickly and did not surprise Lo'ak at all, given that Neteyam immediately admitted that his heart did not beat for this graceful Na'vi. She must have known that Neteyam did not love her, but there was obviously still a glimmer of hope in her soul that he could eventually love her. Now that he had so cruelly rejected her, he hardly bothered to take her to a place where no one would hear him but her.
Now, during the hunt, Neteyam tracked the prey especially quickly and furiously, shooting so accurately and accurately, in the hope of quickly finishing what seemed to have ceased to bring him anything other than irritation.
Lo'ak was afraid to say anything to his older brother. This was not his Neteyam, who chuckled and teased him for his next trick, this was not the same Neteyam, who smiled widely when Took pulled his tail, convincing him to play with her. This Neteyam was completely different, and Lo'ak struggled to understand why his precious older brother changed so much.
As they landed on their banshees, Neteyam waved goodbye to his brother, but Lo'ak ran up to him, turning Neteyam by the shoulder to face him.
"Neteyam,” he said, tail between his legs. "Tell me what's happening to you? Why did you hurt O'el so much, why did you become so... different?"
Neteyam slightly raised his hairless eyebrows, looking at his brother unusually from above, after which he suddenly smiled, seriously frightening Lo'ak with such a sudden change in mood. Neteyam began to approach his brother, Lo'ak, on the contrary, began to back away. Maybe Neteyam smiled at him, but his eyes were not alive, and began to shine only at the moment when he returned to his home.
"But I haven’t changed, little brother,” placing his hand on Lo’ak’s shoulder, Neteyam slightly bowed his head, looking his brother straight in the eyes. "I'm the same as before."
"Why did you treat O'el like that?.."
Lo'ak did not have time to finish, Neteyam interrupted him with such disgust on his face, as if they were not talking about a pretty Na'vi girl, but about the ugliest disgusting creature.
"O'el is stupid if she thought I would love her." Neteyam winced; talking about this girl was unpleasant and bitter. "She considers herself a worthy match, but she is hardly worth even the nail on my Muntxate's little finger."
Lo'ak blinked in surprise, genuinely wondering when his brother managed to make Tsaheylu. Did he really find a mate when he was captured by people? No, it can’t be, the clan would have found out about the two kidnapped Na’vi. He may have done this when he returned to the village, but Lo'ak could not remember ever seeing Neteyam in the company of at least one Na'vi girl.
Neteyam did not say another word to him and left, leaving his younger brother tormented by misunderstanding and doubts. Neteyam had completely different concerns and experiences.
Neteyam prayed to Euwe. Every day he begged and wished her to make (Y/N) smile at him again. He begged her to make sure that the goddess in a human body finally saw him at least a little the same way as he saw and adored her. Oh, if only she would let him, he would worship her like a man possessed, kneeling before her, praising her and her beauty.
For a month now, Neteyam had been going crazy with lust, from which there was nowhere to escape. Her silhouette that teased him with its alluring curves became more and more desirable every day, and her sweet smell was his only oxygen.
Already approaching the tree on which his house was located, Neteyam noticed the tall figure of O'el. She ran up to him, hoping that she would see at least a hint of warmth in his infinitely beautiful eyes, but he looks at her indifferently and coldly, without a shadow of tenderness or care, and O’el, holding back tears, asks:
"Why did you reject me?" Neteyam looks at O'el, but as if his gaze is directed through her, and the girl sincerely wants to know why he is so cruel to her. She is ready to give herself to him completely and without reserve, but he does not even look at her. "Aren't I beautiful?"
Neteyam grins now, placing his hands on O'el's shoulders, from which she feels the blood rush to her cheeks, and she melts under his hands. Leaning closer to her so that she could see every freckle on his face, Neteyam says:
"You're no match for my mate, O'el."
His words break her heart, trample and destroy all hopes that he will ever belong to her, that she can finally live happily, and yet, furiously clenching her hands into fists, she demandsly asks, expecting an answer:
"Who is she, Neteyam?" O'el can no longer hold back her tears, and Neteyam hardly feels pity for her. "I want to know who she is."
“Oh,” he exhales, with such pleasure that O’el sincerely cannot understand how it happened that Neteyam was so obsessed with someone. "You will know. Everyone will know and understand why I chose her, why Eywa blessed me with her. I will repeat to you for the last time, do not stand in my way. I chose a mate and will spend my whole life with her. Leave."
O'el bites her lips, tears flow down her cheeks in a continuous stream, and the only thing she can do is turn on her heels and run away from him, with the sole thought that Neteyam will not get away with her humiliation. She will destroy what he loves just as he destroyed her.
Neteyam did not look at her for long, watching the girl leave, hoping that this time it would be forever. Weak, that's what Neteyam thought when he saw tears in O'el's eyes. So shamelessly weak that she doesn't evokes anything other than disgust. His (Y/N) is not like that. No matter how hard it is for her, she steadfastly and bravely faces danger and, clenching her fists tightly, fights against any adversity. And even now, when she was completely exhausted and sick, she still looked at him with the fire of her former fortitude, which made Neteyam feel indescribably proud. The Great Mother awarded him this girl, and there is no doubt that he will cherish her like the apple of his Eye, like the most expensive crystal in the world, like the delicate flower that she is. Climbing up a thick tree trunk, Neteyam suddenly thought that perhaps his beloved would feel better if he found and brought her friend to her? He saw how much (Y/N) cared for her that night, and maybe if he did this for her, (Y/N) would love him a little more. Climbing up the tree, Neteyam looked at the corner where there was a large amount of skins that (Y/N) was wrapped in. Slowly he approached her, and kneeling down in front of her lying figure, Neteyam said:
"I missed you terribly, yawne." Neteyam did not doubt for a second that she would understand him. (Y/N) quickly picked up his native language, although she showed him with all her appearance that she did not want to speak his speech. "I thought you might want to see your friend?"
There was no answer, but Neteyam had long been accustomed to this. (Y/N) was obstinate and cruel to him in her stubbornness, she had not spoken a word to him since he took her from the destroyed human camp. And yet, this time, Neteyam was sure that he would receive an answer and hear her gentle sweet voice, which became his most beloved and dear.
Losing patience, Neteyam grabbed the blanket of skins, yanking it towards himself to see only emptiness. She ran away. His little human girl ran away, and he himself allowed her to do so, completely unhindered. The rage he felt, however, bordered on a completely different feeling, which he would call nothing more than pride and pleasure. So smart and cunning, he got the perfect mate. But the fact that she dared to run away from him cannot go unpunished, and therefore Neteyam rushed after her.
He remembered her smell well, tried his best to soak in it on cold nights, hugging her tightly around the waist, pressing her so close to him that from the outside it could seem that they were one whole. He felt her intoxicating scent as if she were next to him at that very moment, and therefore it was useless for her to run.
Hastily skirting every bush, every vine and low-hanging branch, Neteyam finally found her trail. (Y/N) hid diligently, her size undoubtedly gave her an advantage in this hide and seek, but this in no way could save her from him. He felt her.
Smiling playfully, Neteyam suppressed the uncontrollable urge to purr from the previously celebrated victory, moving towards the girl as if he did not know that she was right there.
"Where are you hiding, ma (Y/N)?" something rustled to the left, and Neteyam’s ears immediately twitched in the direction of the noise, but he still continued to pretend that he didn’t see (Y/N) at point-blank range. "Come to me, yawne, I promise I’m not angry with you. If you come and hug me right now, I won't be offended by the way you treated me."
He clearly noticed (Y/N)'s fair skin among the green foliage, but suppressed a smile and began to circle around the place where his precious mate was hiding. (Y/N) didn’t move, her whole body froze and her breathing stopped so that he wouldn’t notice her. At first, it seemed to work, but at the moment when she was about to run to another bush, she felt his tail tightly squeezing her waist, and from the gentle “gotcha” - her whole body went cold.
Neteyam impatiently pulled her towards him with his tail, so close that she was forced to bury her face in his toned, slender belly, while his hands hastily stroked her shoulders. (Y/N) furiously hit his thighs with her fists, scratched his skin, but it seemed that he did not feel pain at all, a serene smile bloomed on his lips, and the fireproof flame of endless love danced in his eyes.
"I liked this game, Yawntutsyìp." (Y/N) desperately struggled, trying hard to push him away from her, but the only reaction to her actions was that he gently but persistently pulled her hair so that she looked at him. "But since I caught you, then I deserve a reward, right?"
Throwing the girl onto the soft grass, wet from the recent rain, Neteyam sank down to her, placing his hands on either side of her face, enclosing (Y/N) in a kind of cage of his body. The girl struggled, diligently trying to hit him or bite him, just not to let him fall towards her. Neteyam hardly reacted to her desperate attempts. Licking his lips predatorily, Neteyam looked at her like a predator looks at its prey, undressing the girl with his eyes. His fingers trembled slightly, his tail curled into the most unimaginable poses in anticipation, while his pupils dilated more and more in a strange dark ecstasy.
"I did everything so that you would be happy next to me,” Neteyam grins, revealing sharp white fangs, and (Y/N) prepares for him to gnaw her throat. She continued to try to fight, but the girl was not afraid of death. If he kills her, then perhaps she will end up with Jared again. "I tried, Eywa, I tried so hard for you to love me at least a little, but now I see that you don’t understand what I’m trying to do. You, like all humans, understand only the language of pain. And I'll give it to you, yawne, if it makes you realize how much I love you.
Neteyam was tired of her ridiculous attempts to escape. Grabbing (Y/N) by the wrists with one hand, Neteyam raised them above her head, pressing them tightly to the ground, and sharply buried his face in her neck, inhaling her scent. Sweet, unbearably sweet, and this smell intoxicates him, makes his instincts break free, turning him into a hungry beast. But the hunger that Neteyam experienced was completely different, unusual and vicious, such as he had never experienced before. It was lust so strong and burning that he could no longer control himself. His little tawtute is in great danger next to him now, but he is obliged to show her who her mate is, who her Muntxatan is.
All his senses and reflexes intensified, and the alluringly sweet and gentle smell of (Y/N) suddenly became tart and bitter. No, Neteyam knew her real scent, and this one did not belong to her. His whole body tensed up sharply, the unnatural smell of the girl caused an attack of nausea and for a moment paralyzed him completely. No no no no no! This couldn't happen, he would definitely find out about it! His little angel, his innocent, beautiful girl was already marked by another. Neteyam's chest rose and fell with such speed that it suddenly seemed to him that his heart was not able to withstand such a load and would now stop sending him into the cold arms of Eywa.
Grabbing her wrists tighter so that (Y/N) could feel her bones cracking, Neteyam clenched his teeth. Why did this happen? Did she have someone? Of course, such a beauty could not help but have admirers, but did he really miss the moment when someone dared to take her away from him? Not wanting to believe it, Neteyam again and again pressed his nose to her neck and chest, inhaled the smell that did not belong to her, every second becoming convinced that she had already been branded by another male.
Anger and resentment filled his heart, and Neteyam felt his ears press tightly against his head. This is not fair, not fair! She should have waited for him, he was her mate! They were destined to be together because their lives were connected even before they were born. Why didn't she wait? The stench of this human bastard was now so strong that Neeiyam could barely smell her own scent. (Y/N) looked at him, furiously kicking his thighs to bring him some pain, but if she knew how much agony he was in right now, she wouldn't need to waste her energy on these pathetic attempts. His shoulders were shaking and it was difficult for him to breathe. No, he decided. It does not matter. His little tawtute is completely innocent. This is all the fault of that txanfwìngtu, who naively decided that he could take her away from Neteyam in such a dirty way. Of course, it’s not his (Y/N) fault for what happened. And this foreign smell was not a hindrance for him. All he has to do is knock that unnatural, nasty scent out of her, and fill her with his own. Mark her as his own so that everyone, Na'vi or human, knows that she belongs only to him.
Without wasting another second, Neteyam with all his fury grabbed the girl’s neck with his fangs, pulling out a painful moan from her. He bit, sucked and kissed her skin, leaving many red marks on her neck, moving down to her chest. She was still wearing those ugly human clothes that she had worn when she ran out of the camp that fateful night. Without thinking, Neteyam tightened his fingers around the T-shirt, tearing the fabric into shreds, leaving (Y/N) completely naked.
Devils danced in his eyes as he eagerly looked at (Y/N)’s dazzling body. She was amazing, perfect. The highest being of all those walking on Pandora and Earth. Her chest, which rose and fell as she breathed deeply in fear, swayed seductively, beckoning him to touch her and feel the softness of her body. Touching her particularly thin and therefore sensitive skin on her collarbones, Neteyam bit her forcefully, leaving bright red spots on the girl’s skin that very soon began to darken.
His lips moved to her breasts, and Neteyam was delighted to feel how soft and tender her skin was, how sensitive her small but hard nipples were to his touch. Biting her breasts, leaving bruises and hickeys on them, Neteyam continued to hold (Y/N)'s wrists with one hand while his other held her thigh tightly. His thumb went a little further, persistently ran along the girl’s pubis, sliding down to her completely forbidden sacred place.
"Don't you dare touch me, Ioang." (Y/N) hisses furiously, moving her legs so that Neteyam cannot freely touch her pussy again.
Neteyam only sunk his teeth into her shoulder, enjoying the sounds that (Y/N) made. Her breasts, covered with his saliva and marks of teeth, now looked especially seductive, beckoning him to cling to her, corrupting her the way he himself would like, and Neteyam suddenly understood why (Y/N) wore these ugly, body-hiding clothes. If it weren't for all these extra pieces of fabric, Neteyam would not have hesitated to take her to the laboratory that same day, not letting her out of his hands for a second. Now, she was completely naked in front of him, and Neteyam thanked Eywa for allowing him to see this extraordinary beauty.
With a jerk, Neteyam spread (Y/N)'s legs with his free hand and eagerly lowered himself to her thighs. The smell he smelled was like the sweetest fruit, intoxicating and tantalizing. But taking another breath, Neteyam felt that musky and bitter smell, from which his fists clenched in hatred and the desire to destroy the entire human race because his beloved was defamed by him, reached unimaginable heights. With force, Neteyam sank his teeth into (Y/N)'s inner thigh, dangerously close to her tender cunt.
The desire to brand, to take, to breed her completely overwhelmed Neteyam's mind, and so, hardly thinking about what (Y/N) wanted, Neteyam grabbed the remains of her T-shirt, tying the fabric tightly around her wrists.
(Y/N) screamed and struggled under the dark and mocking gaze of the young Na'vi. His little human girl can do anything, it will be even more fun. In the end, any disobedience must be punished.
Without any effort, Neteyam turned (Y/N) over from her back onto her stomach, and lifted her up by her hips so that her head was pressed to the ground while her ass was raised up.
"You're terribly naughty, you know that, yawnee?" Neteyam purrs, running his finger in circles over (Y/N)’s plump labia. "If you had behaved well, I would have taken you the way you yourself would have wanted. But since you want to see me angry, you will. I have never refused you anything, why would I refuse you now?"
With these words, Neteyam pressed his finger on her vagina, pushing one knuckle inside. The girl let out a cry full of pain and tried to move away from his hands. Neteyam took the girl by the hair and pulled it towards himself, forcing (Y/N) to get on all fours and look at him with her head raised.
"Do you want me to hurt you?" The threat was clearly visible in his voice. (Y/N) had never seen anything like this in her life. The Na'vi's golden eyes darkened, lust filling everything. "Do you want me to tear your little human body apart with my dick? If not, then don’t you dare break out."
At his words, (Y/N) opened her eyes in panic. He is huge, three times her size. What will happen to her if he tries to insert his penis into her at least a quarter of the entire length? Neteyam seemed to notice her concern, and chuckled quietly, leaning over her hips and sticking out his tongue, running along the entire length of her cunt. (Y/N) winced. His tongue was hot and rough, so big that if he wanted, he could cover her entire pussy with it. Lowering her head back to the ground, (Y/N) felt him begin to push his tongue into her vagina, stretching and wetting her.
Neteyam closed his eyes, ecstatically grabbing her hips and pulling her closer to his face. He had never tasted such sweetness before. The fact that the Na'vi are monogamous was only beneficial. In all the twenty years of his life, Neteyam had never thought of such pleasure, but this girl, his beautiful mate, made him release all the lust stored in him, and he would give it completely and completely to (Y/N).
Pushing his tongue deeper and deeper into her pussy, Neteyam felt how tightly she was squeezing him and how she was pulsating around him. So impatient. Oh, he will definitely give her what she wants, but first, he needs to prepare her well. No matter how much she upsets him, she is still his beloved mate and he can't hurt her... too much.
Moving his tongue sharper and faster inside her, kissing and sucking her labia, Neteyam caught her every cry and moan with his ears, and closed his eyes in bliss, playing with two fingers with her small but sensitive clitoris. She moans so much from his tongue, what will happen when he gives her his dick? The girl suddenly trembled, her moans became more frequent and her vagina tightly surrendered around Neteyam’s tongue, filling his mouth with her juices.
Reluctantly, Neteyam pulled away from her now completely wet pussy, and (Y/N) nearly fell to the ground, exhausted. Licking his lips, he watched as her stretched, tight pussy pulsated helplessly around the emptiness, waiting to finally get what she really wanted. After smacking the girl's ass, Neteyam grabbed her by the hips, forcing her back onto all fours.
"Stop it,” (Y/N) muttered, still trying to recover from such a powerful orgasm.
Her hands were shaking, and her pussy, which had previously seemed hardly capable of taking another round, was now continuously leaking juices, like a bitch in heat, hoping to finally be used. And yet, only her body demanded this, while her mind tried its best to resist this excitement. Awkwardly, she tried to crawl away from Neteyam, but in response to this, she received another slap on the ass, from the force of which she fell head first onto her bound hands.
Disoriented, (Y/N) stretched her arms out in front of her, hoping to get up as Neteyam spread her legs wider. His tail curled around one of her left legs, its tip tickling her pubis pleasantly. With his index finger, he pretended to gently stroke her vagina, causing a hundred goosebumps on the girl’s skin, and only after that, he inserted his finger into her. (Y/N)'s mouth curved into an "o" shape, her back arched so that for a moment she thought she would break.
Pleased with this reaction, Neteyam inserted another finger into her and now began to move, drawing moan after moan from her, chuckling at how lustful his little (Y/N) really was. Without stopping, Neteyam pulled off his loincloth, which was already completely wet from his own arousal. Neteyam suppressed a groan. His penis, finally freed from the loosely constraining tissue, was painfully hard, trembling slightly and leaking precum. Biting his lip impatiently, Neteyam placed his dick on (Y/N)’s back and whispered in her ear:
"Do you feel it, sevin?" moving his fingers faster and faster, Neteyam carefully bit the cartilage of her ear and lightly rubbed his member against the skin of (Y/N)’s back. "Very soon, I will be inside of you."
Feeling his hot and terrifyingly large penis, which was the size of her entire back, (Y/N) felt a surge of suffocating fear. No, he can't do that! If he enters it, he will tear it in half.
Neteyam, not paying attention to her anxiety, inserted a third finger into her, and now, stretched her completely, while he lazily moved his hips, sliding his dick along her back, imagining how velvety wet and hot her pussy would be when it squeezed tightly around him. From these fantasies, Neteyam was completely lost. Moans began to burst from his chest, the desire to finally demand her became uncontrollable, and the thought that he could harm her without his own desire and knowledge faded into the background. Pushing his fingers into her to the limit, Neteyam again felt the already familiar moisture on the skin, and taking them out of (Y/N), he again pulled the girl towards him so that she could see his face before he finally takes her and makes her his.
"You are so sweet, Yawntutsyìp." Neteyam grinned, licking his fingers covered with (Y/N)’s juices. "When I return you to the village, I will take you with my mouth every day. But now, I'm sure you want to verify the veracity of my words, don't you, syulang."
With these words, Neteyam ran a finger, still covered in (Y/N)'s arousal, over her own lips, watching as the girl reluctantly circled his skin with her tongue. So charming, so beautiful and only his. Perhaps now she is obstinate and proud, but this is only for now. Very soon she will become his obedient girl, ready to spread her legs for him just at the sight of him. He will definitely tame her, but for now, he must rid her of this smell that still rests on her skin.
Taking (Y/N) by the throat, Neteyam ran his tongue along her shoulder. His tail curled tighter around her leg, not wanting to let go of her even for a second.
"Do you want to feel it, yawne?" (Y/N) trembles from his words, feeling how Neteyam presses the hot head, wet with excitement, against her pussy. "Do you feel how hard it is? It's all because of you, my little mate."
Neteyam inhales deeply through his nose, and finally smells her sweet aroma of arousal and lust. Oh Eywa, how he now wants to turn her around and kiss her until they both lose consciousness. But she was a bad, naughty girl and therefore did not deserve any kisses. Pressing the head of his penis against her pussy, Neteyam feels her wetness and sharply pushes a quarter of his length into her. (Y/N) screams, convulsing as her wet cunt releases more and more juices. After waiting a short time, Neteyam pushes into her again, catching for now the quiet squelching sound of her vagina. (Y/N) moans, her breasts pressed firmly into the grass, tickling her hard nipples as Neteyam lets her get used to his size. He could already feel how tightly (Y/N)’s tiny cunt was gripping him, and he needed more. Much more than what he had now.
Pushing into her tight pussy, despite how much he stretched it, Neteyam felt an influx of pleasure that he wanted to experience constantly. (Y/N) moaned randomly, and these sounds were mixed with the slap of skin on skin, with the depraved squelching of her pussy, which so willingly accepted his penis into itself, grasping it so tightly that it is unlikely that he would want to voluntarily leave her. His hands roamed over her body, grasping at every opportunity to touch her while the girl screamed something unintelligible. Suddenly, Neteyam felt a tubercle on her stomach, and lightly pressing on it, he groaned with delight.
Grinning, he took (Y/N) by the hands, pressing her sweaty palms to the mound on her stomach, he continued to move inside her, whispering:
"Can you feel it, yawne?" Moving the girl’s hands along the bulge on her stomach, Neteyam pushed especially deeply, causing both of them to groan, full of unearthly pleasure. "Do you feel how deep I am inside you? You're so wet for me, you take your muntxatan's cock so well. Such a good girl for me. I have to commend you for this."
(Y/N) moans non-stop and feels humiliated to the moon and back. The way her pussy eagerly took his cock as if she was starving for it was disgusting and wrong. But she couldn’t escape, and it was useless to fight him. Her arousal flowed in a continuous stream along her thighs, only further encouraging Neteyam to fuck her tirelessly and mindlessly.
"I think I know how to praise you, sevin,” (Y/N) feels uneasy from his whisper. His words sound almost harmless and innocent, but the way he strokes her belly inspires her with fair suspicions, which are confirmed when he bites her shoulder and says: “You’re so charming, filled with my dick like that. You will look so beautiful as I cum inside you over and over again, filling you with my seed until you and I have a baby."
Everything at this moment turns upside down, and (Y/N) begins to struggle from his hands with renewed vigor, while Neteyam’s thrusts in her only accelerate. Moans and screams filled the forest, and the girl is sure that everyone on this damned planet can hear them, especially when Neteyam enters her to the very core, filling her abused pussy with his dick. Her inner walls tighten at his words, not in arousal but in fear, but Neteyam takes this as a call to action, starting to thrust into her with incredible speed and force, again and again, until his thrusts become completely erratic and harsh, and he cums so deep inside her that (Y/N) thinks she’s going to faint.
Neteyam, sniffing (Y/N)’s body, purrs contentedly, and begins to gradually come to his senses. His little (Y/N) is shaking from her third orgasm, and for the first time, truly tenderly in all that time of animal mating, he presses her to him, still not pulling his dick out of her. (Y/N) whines quietly, but Neteyam tenderly kisses her skin, every scratch, every bite and hickey he left on her in a fit of this inhuman passion. Neteyam feels his sperm dripping onto his thighs as it flows out of (Y/N)’s vagina, and he hurries to collect it and push it back, not wanting her to lose even a drop. Lovingly stroking (Y/N)'s belly, Neteyam purrs like a satisfied, well-fed cat, continues to slowly thrust into the girl, pushing his sperm deeper into her womb, and presses closer to (Y/N), kissing the top of her head.
"Our baby will be so beautiful, yawne." His voice is full of pure adoration, and when (Y/N) tries to say something, he continues: “He will be the most beautiful creature in the entire universe, because his mother will be you, syulang. And I can't wait to see him and show everyone that you both belong to me."