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Just A Taste

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Pairing: Adult Neteyam x human fem reader x adult Ao'nung

Words: 6.7K

Summary: Neteyam's little human mate has fascinated Ao'nung way more than she should, he can't help it, you're so alien, yet so enticing. Especially when it seems that an esteemed warrior and eldest son of Toruk Makto can't keep his hands off of you. And when Ao'nung follows you two to your private place, an unexpected deal is made.

Warnings: Aged-up characters, NSFW, threesome, voyeurism, oral sex (fem receiving), queue play, cumming untouched, size kink, scenting, face sitting, squirting, dom Neteyam, sub Ao'nung, P in V, human x Na'vi.

Credit: Credit to @world-of-pandora for the Neteyam gif. Credit to @realneatc for the Ao'nung gif. Credit to @cafekitsune for the MDNI and Support Banner.

Next Part: Just A Taste Pt. 2

Na'vi Translation:

Tawtute: Spy People/Person

Tswin: A Na'vi queue

Olo'eyktan: (Male) Clan Leader

Toruk Makto: Rider of Last Shadow

Tsaheylu: Bond

Tsahìk: Matriarch, high priestess, interpreter

Yomyo lerìk: Leaf plate (colloquially shortened to just rìk (“leaf”))

Tewng: Loincloth

Ngaru lu fpom srak: Are you well; do you have peace/well-being

Ma: Vocative marker used to indicate whom the speaker is addressing. Can be used with a name.

Tsmukan: Brother

Pxir: Beer (alcoholic beverage)

Skxawng: Idiot, moron

Klpxiwlln: Lionberry

Waytelem: Songcord

Yawntutsyìp: Darling; little loved one

Paysyul: Water Lily

Rutxe: Please

Yawne: Beloved

Oeyä: My (Possessive)

To say Ao'nung was angry was an understatement.

He was beyond furious, his mind constantly cloudy and muddy by thoughts of things he cannot have; of things he shouldn't want. His mind chanted these thoughts every minute of every day.

All he can think of is you. You little, annoying sky demon with your kind smile and enticing body. Constantly filling his mind with unnatural things. Ao'nung can't control his thoughts, to not imagine what it would feel like to have you under him, hold you, feel your soft skin under his palms, to know what it feels like to have you look at him with those admiring eyes, to taste you...

This is infuriating! He wasn't supposed to find little aliens from the sky attractive, he wasn't supposed to be anywhere near you. You are supposed to be with your own kind, to live in those ugly metal tubes with the rest of the tawtute. But instead you've become a nuisance in his life, always there and underfoot.

But even through his rage, Ao'nung would never say a single thing to hurt you. Sure he'd tease and question why you are so small, question your extra finger and lack of tswin. But he'd never actually say or do anything to really hurt you, his heart couldn't bare the thought of making your pretty eyes water and little lip quiver from tears... At least, he couldn't imagine you doing those things cause he hurt your feelings. And even through all his sly comments, you'd just make a funny face and laugh, or give a snarky remark back like calling him toad face. You always treated him kindly and that unnerved Ao'nung, you were insect size to him, something that should scare you, yet it doesn't. His bullying and aggressive ways didn't scare you; but you sure as hell scared him.

But your kind ways aside, there's an entirely different reason why he'll never come within a couple feet of your presence. One big, blue, thin tailed, golden child reason. Because even if Ao'nung swallowed down his pride and got over his denied fear of you to try and actually get to know you better, possibly court you, that forest boy's older brother will always be in the way. He has years of friendship and love built up like a barrier around your heart, claimed you with a mating bite that he flaunts with pride. No matter how much Ao'nung tried to look around the bite scar, it always seemed to smack him in the face whenever he let his guard down. There was no denying that you're Neteyam's tiny tawtute mate. And that fact put an unsettling feeling in his stomach.

It disgusted Ao'nung at first, watching a mighty warrior bend down to embrace this odd looking alien, keeping a protective hand on the back of your head as he glared down anyone that dared to glance in your direction. Neteyam's quite possessive over you, that's a fact not even Ao'nung can deny, never letting you out of his sight, dragging you everywhere he went. You annoyed Ao'nung at first, always clinging to Neteyam's thigh wherever he went, you're so much slower in the water and fumbled over his dialect. It angered Ao'nung even more when he saw how amused Neteyam was with your struggle, guiding you through the water with encouraging words, helping you with words you struggled to pronounce.

It puzzled Ao'nung as to why Neteyam, the future Olo'eyktan of his clan, eldest son of Toruk Makto would choose a simple human as a mate. You seemed useless, unable to protect yourself or others, and you couldn't form tsaheylu. How could Neteyam choose someone that can't See him, bond with him, or protect him when needed? Those questions plagued him until Ao'nung saw the look in your eyes when you'd look at Neteyam. Your pretty eyes go round and loving the moment you set your eyes on him, your small hands gently treating any minor wounds he might've gotten with a butter soft touch. It's the way you seeked comfort in touch, always finding the hand Neteyam would reach out to you.

You were small and helpless, but you love deeply and have the unique ability to see straight through someone's soul. A quality Neteyam must have noticed early on; it's a quality Ao'nung desires deeply in a mate.

You wear every little trinket and jewelry Neteyam made you with pride, the curves of your body holding the custom clothes he made for you perfectly. Every step you took would be accompanied by the soft chime of beads clanking together, whether from your hair or jewelry. You can cook the foods he loves. Heal like you were taught by the Tsahìk herself. You fit yourself into the Omatikayan ways perfectly.

Ao'nung couldn't help but imagine what you'd look like in clothes fashioned from his people, what the jewels he would give you would decorate your body. How would you take to Metkayina life if you weren't so attached to your mate.

The more Ao'nung watched, the more he craved for your touch, your love, to just have a taste of your intoxicating body. The way your sweet scent wraps around him, fogging his mind and stealing his thoughts away drives him absolutely mad.

The way Ao'nung can practically feel the heat emanating off your flustered face at whatever sly comment Neteyam would whisper into your ear at tonight's communal dinner, laying soft kisses on your mating bite just to make you squirm.

It didn't seem fair; all Ao'nung wants is you and that's the one thing he can't have. Was he perverted for imagining such things about somebody else's mate? Was something wrong with him for finding you so lovely? Was it wrong he wanted your admiring eyes to look at him for once?

A tightness settles in Ao'nung's lower stomach for the third time tonight, making it impossible to eat. Throwing down his rìk, Ao'nung bites back a frustrated growl. Even when he tried to not look in your direction, you're still front and center in his mind's eye, your laugh filling his ears, your scent still blows through the breeze and overwhelms his body with everything you, his cock twitching in his tewng the longer he breathed you in.

"Ngaru lu fpom srak, ma tsmukan?" Rotxo questions from beside him, eyeing his discarded meal.

Ao'nung gives him a sideways look before shrugging, grabbing his bowl of pxir and taking a long drink, wincing at the burn as it slides down his throat. His eyes once more wander to across the fire, landing on your small form sitting comfortably in Neteyam's lap, laughing at whatever Lo'ak had said beside you. Lo'ak's arm casually thrown around Tsireya's shoulder as she giggles with you.

Rotxo huffs loudly next to him, shoving a piece of meat in his mouth to keep himself quiet. It didn't last long once he swallowed, "You are the next Olo'eyktan of our clan, esteemed by many including your father and Toruk Makto, you can have any man or woman you want and they would consider it an honor to be with you. Yet you still pine after someone else's mate?" Rotxo scoffs through a mouthful of food, shaking his head at his best friend's antics. "You are being a skxawng."

Ao'nung wants to snap at Rotxo for his bold statement, chastise him for saying such things to his future leader, yet instead he withers into himself, avoiding eye contact with him entirely and chugs his pxir. The cruelest thing about Rotxo's statement is that it's true. He is being an absolute moron about everything, but he can't help it, he's always acted before he thought of the consequences. And now that he has to sit and think about what he wants, it fries his mind knowing not even patience can win him this prize.

"Neteyam would kill you," Rotxo continues. "He would beat your skxawng ass into the ground then kill you for thinking of his mate in such a way. He would probably have Lo'ak help him just to spite you."

Ao'nung's head dips to stare at the ground, a long sigh leaving him. It's moments like these when he regrets teaching Rotxo to come out of his shell and speak his mind. "I know. And I would deserve it... but–"

"No buts." Rotxo interrupts, not allowing Ao'nung to go on one of his long rants about how perfect you are to him.

"But–"

"No!" Rotxo can't hold back a laugh as he shakes his head. "Since when have I become the mature one in this friendship?" he questions, elbowing Ao'nung in the ribs.

Always. Rotxo has always been the level headed, calm, and rational person in their dynamic. Always the one to defuse any situation Ao'nung got himself into and show him the better path. But that wasn't something Ao'nung would ever admit out loud. Instead Ao'nung elbows Rotxo back, finally feeling the tension in his gut relaxing as he laughs with his friend.

That relaxed state didn't last long though as Ao'nung's eyes unconsciously drift back over to you, except this time you're looking back. Your face is maskless thanks to whatever concoction of things those smart tawtute with the glowing pads have made for you, allowing you to eat freely and have your beauty unfiltered to Ao'nung's hungry gaze. The light from the fire makes your eyes twinkle in the evening glow, your gaze soft and kind as you give him a small smile. Ao'nung's face heats up embarrassingly quick, a lavender hue dusting across his cheeks and the tips of his ears as he just stares back at you.

Ao'nung's heart skips a beat when your smile widens when you notice his blush, your blunt teeth biting down on your bottom lip to quiet your giggle. Your soft giggle quickly turns into a squeal, curling into yourself as you try crawling off of Neteyam's lap, attempting to get away from his hands that are relentlessly tickling your sides. Kiri rolls her eyes, mumbling something to her brother before swatting his shoulder. It seems like you're trying to apologize, but is cut off by another round of laughter.

You're so effortlessly beautiful in this moment. Shamelessly enjoying yourself amongst your family and love, your differences never stopping you from indulging in life's pleasures. It's one of the first things Ao'nung learned about you, and it's been the greatest thing that he admires about you; the first thing he grew to love.

Ao'nung dips his head back towards the ground, a jealousy taking deep root in his chest the longer he watched. Sadness overwhelming him and his loss of something he never had. Ignoring Rotxo's complaints, Ao'nung grabs his bowl of pxir to down it in one go, but stops when movement from your side of the fire catches his eye.

Neteyam has lifted you off his lap and has now set you on your feet, holding your small hand in his as you both walk away from the communal dinner, heading towards the bundle of woods that leads to the denser forest like areas on the island. A bitter taste coats Ao'nung's tongue as he watches Neteyam's tail coil lowly around his ankles before wrapping around your waist.

Neteyam is excited, the playful curl of his tail giving away his flirtatious mood, something you seem to reciprocate considering the way you're wrapping your arm around his hip, toying with the strings of his tewng.

Ao'nung's mind unkindly offers him images of your small body splayed out on the forest floor, face tear stained and scrunched up in pleasure. The once bitter taste of jealousy and alcohol is replaced with klpxiwlln, the phantom taste of the sweet berry coating his tongue as his mind imagines the sweet taste is you.

That's all Ao'nung wants; just a small taste. He'll settle just to scent the sweet smell of your arousal, to sit back and listen to your wanting cries while dreaming he was causing you that ecstasy.

"Do not do it." Ao'nung thinks to himself, trying to reason with the horrible idea bouncing around his thick skull.

"You will be killed or she will think of you as nothing more than a pervert." he thinks again, his own tail wrapping around his calf for comfort.

Before Ao'nung can stop himself he's on his feet, setting the drinking bowl aside and heading in the direction you were walking.

"I will sing your waytelem at your funeral." Rotxo calls after him, not bothering to stop Ao'nung when he gets in this state of mind.

Ao'nung ignores the gnawing guilty eating at his stomach from Rotxo's words, following the path of your footprints in the sand until they stop at the forest's edge. Ao'nung has never ventured too deep into this part of the island, the water is his home not the woods. Leave it to tree boy to take you into a dark, possible dangerous forest as a romantic place.

Taking a deep breath to center himself, Ao'nung steps into the unknown, pleasantly surprised to see that the bioluminescence takes away the eerie darkness of the forest and lights a cozy atmosphere. The ground under him glowing a light green every time his feet make contact with the spongy moss covering the ground.

"Not bad tree boy. Not bad." he thinks to himself as he starts walking, gawking around in amazement at the difference of worlds you come from.

A loud giggle catches Ao'nung's attention, his ears perking up to listen. The giggle sounds again; your giggle, this time accompanied by a deep toned laugh. Ao'nung instinctively crouches down, mimicking what he's seen Jake Sully do when he taught his father Omatikayan hunting practices. Following the soft murmers and laughs, Ao'nung soon finds a small clearing.

It mimicks that of a meadow, the trees clearing just enough to allow for a couple of people to lay down. The same moss he was walking on earlier covers the clearing, small bundles of flowers and bushes adding cushion to the ground, the canopy above letting in a small amount of filtered light of the moon. This clearing blows away the small moon pool Ao'nung had showed you awhile back, and that fact upset Ao'nung the longer he drank in his surroundings.

A breathy moan draws Ao'nung back to his mission, the sound like sweet music to his ears. Being extra cautious not to step on any twigs or leaves, Ao'nung crawls closer to the meadow where the hypnotic sound is coming from. It was like a physical reaction, Ao'nung's body moving uncontrollably at the lewd sounds you're making.

Crouching behind a tall bush, pushing aside a small branch to get an unprohibited view of where these sounds are coming from, and the sight in front of him makes his already half hard cock swell painfully hard.

Your small body is laid out on the cushioned ground, your soft legs are resting on Neteyam's shoulders, plush, pliable thighs bracketing his head. Another loud moan coats the air as Neteyam swirls your small, puffy clit around his tongue, sucking the bundle the nerves like a sweet treat just to pull a whimper from your pretty mouth.

Your decorative top is swiftly pulled off and discarded so Neteyam can freely knead your tender breasts, rolling your pebbled nipples as your back arches. Your tiny, odd numbered hand combs through his braids, tugging on them when Neteyam groans into your aching cunt.

"Fuck– Neteyam, please!" your pleads are like a gut punch to Ao'nung, his tewng suffocating his leaking cock. Biting at his bottom lip to keep from whimpering as he palms himself through the coarse fabric, a shakey sigh leaving him when he squeezes down on the bulge, relieving a small amount of the growing ache clouding his mind.

Neteyam chuckles at your desperation, pulling away from your sweet pussy to lay bruising kisses on your inner thighs, eliciting a whine from you when he bites down on the squishy flesh, leaving a blooming purple love bite behind. "What is it, Oeyä Yawne?"

His ears perk up, waiting to hear your answer. Instead of responding, your small hand travels down to his tswin, lightly squeezing the braid covered neural cord. Neteyam chokes on his moan, head falling against your thigh, his hips automatically flexing to grind down on the sponge moss, his tewng growing darker from his cum. Ao'nung is stunned as he watches Neteyam whimper into the cradle of your thighs, pelvis twitching as the unexpected release flowing out of his tewng and onto the ground.

"You're not playing fair, Yawne." he groans through grit teeth, prying your small hand off his tswin. You softly giggle through your daze, Neteyam playful glares at you before taking your clit back into his mouth, sucking on it hard enough to make you cry loudly.

Ao'nung has to retract his hand from his cock entirely to keep himself from cumming just from watching your exchange. The idea of your small hand fondling his most sacred part makes an uncontrollable shiver run down his spine. A new collection of precum spilling from his cockhead, staining the fabric, making Ao'nung groan as his cock pulses painfully.

Another one of your sweet moans rings in Ao'nung's ears, making him turn back to watch just as your back arches off the ground, legs shaking as you cum. Your beautiful face scrunched together as you ride out your high, hips twitching as you whine from the overstimulation. Neteyam hums in acknowledgement, kissing your sensitive clit one last time before pulling away from your dripping cunt.

Slowly crawling back up your body, Neteyam captures your lips in a searing kiss, nibbling on your bottom lip so you'll allow his tongue entrance, groaning as you suck gently on his tongue, tasting yourself.

Ao'nung has to look away to keep the bitter taste from returning. He's fighting himself to not pant, for the first time in his life, he can't catch his breath. You have completely captivated him, aroused him to the point of pain, knocking the wind out him from just watching you drown in your pleasure. But as much as it squeezes Ao'nung's heart to watch you cling to Neteyam while he gives you everything Ao'nung wants to give you, he can't stop himself from looking back to your embracing forms.

Neteyam is comfortably settled in between your legs, holding your small head in one of his hands, cushioning your head as he kisses your neck and chest, leaving hickies behind, making you laugh when he nibbles on the small space between your neck and shoulder. His tail is swaying and coiling in the air behind him in satisfaction, ears twitching to hear your every sound.

Ao'nung has never wanted to be someone else ever in his life, but he'd give his title as future clan leader for just a small moment to be in Neteyam's place. Embracing your small body against his while he made you laugh and moan.

Ao'nung is brought out of his sulking when he hears Neteyam start to laugh so hard it makes you poke his cheek, smile through your confusion. "What's the matter with you? Why are you laughing?"

Kissing you shoulder one last time, Neteyam leans in close and whispers something in your ear. Your head immediately snaps up to stare at your mate, eyes growing wide and jaw growing slack.

Neteyam smiles down at you amused, tilting his head and raising his brow bone in question. Silently communicating with you.

You nod immediately, gripping Neteyam's shoulder as you try to shift your position, but Neteyam's iron grip on your hip keeps you from moving. Continuing to hover above you, covering most of your naked body to keep you from getting cold from the cool night air.

"Ma Ao'nung, I know you're there. Come out. "

Ao'nung feels nauseous. His stomach knotting so tight it makes him forget about the ache between his legs. The idea of running crosses his mind, but it wouldn't help, not with Neteyam staring in his direct hiding place. Shifting his tewng hoping to hide the ever present bulge tenting his loincloth, Ao'nung reluctantly stands and walk around the bushes he was hiding behind to stand at the outer edge of the clearing.

"Ma Neteyam, I am sorry. I-I did not mean t–"

"Shut up." Neteyam voice drips in irration, eyes narrowing into pinpoints as he stares Ao'nung down.

"Come here." Neteyam demands. Ever muscle in Ao'nung's body locks him into place, trying desperately to not look down at you.

"Now." The growl that rumbles through Neteyam's chest shakes Ao'nung to his very core. Squaring himself, Ao'nung walks on shakey legs to stand in front of the both of you.

"One time only; no penetration."

Stunned, Ao'nung glances down at your form all curled up under Neteyam, and the air is knocked out of his lungs once again when he sees your beautiful doe-eyes staring up at him.

"Wh– I do not–" Ao'nung stumbles over himself as he tries to process what the Omatikayan was saying.

"You get only one time to have her, one chance to act out your little fantasies. But no penetration, her pussy is mine. Agreed?" Neteyam explains, a neutral expression plastered on his face. His fingers lazily twirling a strand of your hair, fingertips massaging your scalp to keep you relaxed.

The whole of Ao'nung's body feels like it's been set on fire, his nerves raw as the idea of actually having you bounces around in his head. That every fantasy about having you is just a breath away, and now Ao'nung can't talk; for the first time in his life he doesn't have a retort or sarcastic remark to make.

Neteyam scoffs as he stares at Ao'nung opening and closing his mouth like a fish on land. Grabbing the back of your thighs, Neteyam pulls you up to rest in his lap, keeping his arms around you like a protective cage. Neteyam has to physically bite his lip to keep from laugh at the pathetic whimper that Ao'nung let's out at seeing more of your naked body. A quick reprimanding smack to his chest by you makes Neteyam stop laughing.

"Give me an answer or leave."

You smack his chest again, glaring at your mate. "Be nice!"

Neteyam pets your hair, ignoring Ao'nung all together when he bends down to kiss you, purposely biting your lower lip to make you moan.

Ao'nung's legs buckle from underneath him at the sound, kneeling only an arms length away from your small form. It takes Ao'nung falling to finally snap out of his daze, "Yes. Yes, I agree."

Your sweet face lights up in an excited smile at Ao'nung's agreement, pushing against Neteyam's chest to climb off his lap. But the smallest of tugs from Neteyam pulls you back down. Neteyam peers down at you sternly, "Behave."

"Yes, sir." you cooed, kissing him one last time before climbing off his lap. You cheekily give Ao'nung a small eye roll, smirking at the Metkayina.

The tight knot in Ao'nung's stomach dissipates at your reaction, a small smile of his own graces his features, matching your sweet expression. But that simple nervousness was immediately replaced by limb shaking anxiety when you climb into his lap, small arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him into a tender kiss.

Your soft body is pressed against his, breasts being pushed into his chest the closer you pull yourself to him. You're sat directly on his painfully hard cock, softly grinding on it as you move to get comfortable. Your skin is like satin, soothing over his burning hot skin with your small palm, thumbing over the black ink swirling across his cheek. Your lips feel impossibly soft and small against his own chapped lips, eargerness pouring from you at every pull of your lips against his.

Neteyam's loud laugh makes you break away from him, a small giggle falling from your own pretty lips. Ao'nung was ready to physically fight Neteyam for making you pull away. Your small fingers comb through Ao'nung's dark curls, playing with them to sooth the scowl he had leveled at Neteyam.

Neteyam just scoffs at him, leaning back against a tree trunk to get comfortable. "You can touch her back, she won't bite... unless you want her to." Neteyam smirks when he sees the lavender hue on Ao'nung's ears brighten, Neteyam's eyes falling down to you and he mumbles something to you in your demon tongue.

You smile, looking up at Ao'nung as you nod, replying to Neteyam in your alien language before directing the conversation back to the man in front of you. "Ao'nung," you purr. His name sounds like the purest of music coming from you, the tightness in his chest loosening as he watches your round doe-eyes stare up at him. "Please kiss me."

Every fear and doubt dissipates the moment you mumble those three words, practically begging for the one thing Ao'nung desperately wants to give you. Ao'nung's hands engulf your whole head when he cups your warm cheeks, pulling you into a hungry kiss. His long fingers tangling in your soft hair so he can turn and pull you in any direction he desires, nibbling on your plush bottom lip, asking for entrance.

You happily comply, opening your mouth to let Ao'nung's rough, wide tongue lick into your hot mouth. His moans are muffled by your small mouth when he feels how silky smooth your tongue is, how small it feels when the very tip runs over the point of his canines. It takes all of Ao'nung's willpower to pull away from the kiss when you do, watching you pant trying to catch your breath, even then Ao'nung can't pull away. Pulling you back for small pecks and nips, fighting a satisfied smile when you giggle through the kisses he's relentlessly giving you.

Using his grip in your hair, Ao'nung tilts your head back, giving him full access to your hickey covered neck. Ao'nung takes his time kissing around the love bites Neteyam had left behind, avoiding your mating bite at all cost. Neteyam scent is permanently engraved into your skin, making Ao'nung's nose scrunch up in displeasure. The overwhelming need to scent you is throbbing through his body, his self control completely lost when he licks at your pulse point just to feel your erratically beating heart under the delicate flesh, reveling in your soft moan when he sucks on the sensitive skin.

Your soft moan get louder as you start grind down an Ao'nung's bulge, his leaking cockhead catching on your clit through the coarse fabric. "More, please. Ao'nung, I want more..." you plead, your smooth hands trailing down his chest and torso to rest on the band of his tewng.

"No." Neteyam's deep voice echoed from the darker corner of the clearing. You whine, turning your head to the direction of his voice, only able to see a pair of glowing, golden eyes staring back at you out of the darkness. "Nete, please–"

"No," he demanded, leaning forward to grab a hold of your jaw, his face just barely being revealed in the moonlight. Neteyam quirks his brow bone at you, "You'll get what you want later. For now, behave, Yawntutsyìp."

"Okay." you mumble, leaning into Neteyam's palm, his thumb lazily running under your eye. Neteyam's gaze glides to Ao'nung's, staring at the frozen Metkayina.

"Go on, Ao'nung, give her more." he smirked, using a single finger to push into Ao'nung's shoulder before sitting back into his dark corner.

Ao'nung can feel your slick drenching his loincloth, your arousal coats the air like how the paysyul scents the early morning breeze. You smell so good. Your smell is addicting. Your warm, satin skin is addicting. Your curved body is addicting. You are addicting.

And now Ao'nung has you; has a chance at finally tasting you. Getting a firm hold on your waist, Ao'nung lays back against the spongey, glowing moss under him, lifting you up to settle on his chest in one fluid motion. You gasp at the sudden movement, your small fingers squeezing his forearms hard enough to leave nail imprints in his skin.

"Come, Paysyul. Let me taste you." Ao'nung grabs your hips tightly and dragging you up his body until your cunt is hovering over his lips. He groans feeling your soft pussy on his tongue, your sweet taste erupts across his taste buds. You taste so much better than klpxiwlln or anything else he's imagined. So soft and warm as your slick coats his tongue, swirling around your small, puffy clit earning a whine from your swollen lips.

Your fingers comb through his thick curls, pulling on the inky strands as you rock your hips into his mouth, throwing your head back and gracing the night with your beautiful sounds. Plush thighs squeezing Ao'nung's head, your other hand grabbing at your breasts. Ao'nung quickly replaces your hand with his, rolling and pinching your stiff nipples, making your back arch further into his touch.

"Fuck! 'Nung, don't stop!" you plead. The nickname rolling off your tongue and straight to his dick, groaning uncontrollably into your pussy as his cock throbs.

"Say it again." he whines against your dripping cunt, squeezing your thigh with his free hand as a desperate plea.

Your breathy moan turns into a soft chuckle at Ao'nung's plead, "Rutxe, ma 'Nung, don't stop. Feels so good– ah!" you cry out when Ao'nung's rough tongue dips into your quivering hole, massaging your soft, gummy walls. Ao'nung's hand travels from your thigh to your hip, pulling you further down onto his mouth, encouraging you to ride his tongue.

Your sweet moans only get louder, body shaking as the pleasure is almost too much to bare. Hips undulating across Ao'nung's lower face, grinding on his tongue as his nose rhythmically bumps against your pulsing clit. Your stomach tightens, a building pressure warning you of your growing orgasm.

"Oh, fuck! N-Nete, I have to– please!" you beg, barely able to hold the mind numbing orgasm building in your core. You lean back and rest your hands on Ao'nung's shoulders, head tilted to the side to make eye contact with Neteyam, begging for your release.

"Hmm, you're asking a lot from me, Yawne. Do you really think you deserve it? Do you really think I want to share that with him?" Neteyam questions, not bothered at all by your pleading eyes and loud whines.

"Hah– Neteyam, please!" you yell through your moan, voice raspy and body shimmering in the moonlight from the sheen of sweat covering your body. You try to pull your pussy off of Ao'nung's relentless mouth, crying out when he pulls you back.

Ao'nung is dazed, thinking of only one thing: and that's to make you cum in his mouth. He's desperate for it, shamelessly moaning into your cunt, loudly slurping at your juices, sucking on your throbbing clit. His grip on your hips tighten, rocking you manually on his tongue.

Neteyam perches his lips, calculating his next move as he watches you struggle to behave as he told you to. You truly were his best girl, a little greedy, but that's his fault, he can't help but spoil you. And now, as he watches you sitting on the chief's son's face, crying from the overstimulation as you try to hold off possibly the best orgasm you've ever had, Neteyam feels his cock throb for you. Thirsty for your tight cunt to wrap around his cock, stretch you wide and have you begging for more even then. He can't let fish lips have this, no, your pleasure was his to decide; and you're only cumming on his dick tonight.

Finally making his decision, Neteyam stands up and wraps one of his arms around your waist, the other pries Ao'nung's hands off your hip, pulling you off Ao'nung's face with ease. Neteyam sits back down, settling you on his lap, his hard cock grinding against your exposed pussy. Hooking your legs over his thighs and spreading his legs, splaying you open for him.

Ao'nung jumps up, face drenched in your slick, lips swollen and hair disheveled. Ao'nung bares his teeth at Neteyam, "She was going to cum, why stop?!" he hisses in Neteyam's face.

Neteyam growls low in his chest before hissing at Ao'nung, arms tightening around you, hunching his body over yours to protect you if necessary. "She is my mate! You're blessed to have even tasted her!" Neteyam snarls at Ao'nung, shoving at his shoulder making him stumble back.

Ao'nung catches himself before he completely falls over, crouching down and hissing at Neteyam again. Before Neteyam can retaliate, you scream, "BOYS!"

Both men stop, startled, their eyes settle on your wrecked form. "I don't give a shit who makes me cum, just please! Please, let me cum!" you plead to both of them, pressing your ass against Neteyam bulge making him grunt.

Neteyam eyes Ao'nung's now relaxed form, hold on you tightening even more when he slow crawls closer. Ao'nung looks to Neteyam, ducking his head to scan your spread out body, starting to squirm around with want. Ao'nung looks back up to Neteyam, waiting for permission to stay. Neteyam gives him a single nod before turning his attention back to you.

"My poor, Yawne, have we been mean?" Neteyam asks, wiping a fresh tear off your cheek with his knuckle.

Ao'nung wipes the other tear away, "Too focused on our fighting we forgot about your pleasure?"

You can only nod, looking between the two Na'vi trapping you between their bulky bodies. Their heavy, hot breath fanning across your damp skin, causing goosebumps to erupt over your body. "Please," you plead. "Touch me."

Neither of them can deny such a sweet request. Ao'nung bends down, sucking the swell of your breast into his mouth, rolling the perked nub with his tongue while he kneads your other breast. Neteyam licks over your mating bite, kissing and nipping the sensitive skin until you're a moaning, whining mess between the two men.

Neteyam's skilled fingers quickly untie his loincloth, discarding the fabric to rub the thick head of his cock through your slick folds, drenching himself in your slick. Neteyam continues grinding against your pussy, cockhead bumping against your clit making you whimper, reaching your arm around to tangle your fingers in his braids. You tug on his braids harshly, causing Neteyam to grunt into your hair.

"More. Want your cock, please!" you beg again, your other hand fisting into Ao'nung's curls, his loud groan muffled around your nipple.

Finally, Neteyam grips your hips tightly, lining up with you entrance, teasing you a small amount before your whine of frustration urges him to push his tip past your tight entrance.

No matter how many times you've taken Neteyam's cock, the stretch always takes your breath away. Unconsciously holding your breath as Neteyam continues to sink in inch by inch, your tight, warm pussy hugging his cock perfectly.

Neteyam hides his groans into your neck, his grip on your hips bruising as he pulls you down further onto his cock. Your body slumps forward onto Ao'nung, burying your head into his chest, arms around his neck pulling him closer. The new angle opens you up further, making the slide easier when Neteyam finally bottom out.

Ao'nung's eyes are glued to your cunt, how you're pretty pussy is stretched out around Neteyam's cock, your slick dripping down your thighs. Ao'nung keeps watching as Neteyam pulls out a little to push back in, your soft cries pulling him out of his trance. An odd bulge as formed in your belly, moving in time with Neteyam's gentle thrusts. His hands wander down to cradle the bump, feeling the skin move with every building thrust.

"Fuck," Neteyam moans. "You feel so good, Yawne, so perfect for me." he says pulling out and thrusting back in with more force, slowly building a rhythm.

Ao'nung's hand scales down the length of your body, stopping just above your clit. He quickly glances up at Neteyam only to find him already staring at him, Neteyam nods at him, giving him permission to touch you.

Ao'nung kisses your small ear, cooing praises to you as he starts rubbing your puffy clit in tight circles. "You are doing so good, Paysyul."

Your response is muffled as you practically scream from the new sensation, clenching hard around Neteyam's cock making him whimper. You snap your head up and turn to look at your mate, "Nete–" you're cut short by Neteyam pushing your body down on his cock, grinding his cockhead into your pleasure spot.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head, jaw going slack as your beautiful moan sings out into the night, body shaking and clenching as you cum, squirting your release around Neteyam's cock.

Neteyam curses, his head falling back as you clench impossibly tighter around his throbbing cock, pushing him into his own orgasm. Warm, thick ropes of his seed paint your walls white, his hips continuing to rock into yours, dragging out your orgasm.

Ao'nung watches in stunned silence at you. Your sweet, small body in complete bliss as you tremble against his chest, softly whimpering your pleasure into his ear. He doesn't pay attention to the way your fingers wrap around his tswin until he feels a delightful pressure developing at the base of his skull, that quickly travels down his spine to his neglected dick when your soft squeeze turns into a gentle tug.

Ao'nung's visions goes completely white, limbs going numb as your fingers keep massaging his braid, an unexpected knot unraveling in his lower stomach immediately. "Oh, Great Mother–" his strength fails him as his cock twitch, rope after rope of his seed drenching his loincloth until it spills to the ground. His thighs shaking as he pants into your chest, mumbling words of praise to you.

It wasn't until Neteyam removed your hand from his tswin that Ao'nung was able to take a full breath again, taking a moment to enjoy your warmth against his cheek as he collected himself, daring to crack open his eyes and look at you. And of course you were looking back.

You give him a tired smile, eyelids drooping as you pet his cheek, "Enjoy yourself, 'Nung?" All Ao'nung could do was nod, eyes blown wide, tail tapping gleefully against the ground.

Your smile grows wider at seeing his contentness, and lean forward to peck his lips. Ao'nung immediately pulls you back in for a deeper kiss, cradling your head and relishing in your essence. But it didn't lost long as Neteyam pull you apart, holding you close to his chest to check on how you're feeling His eyes scanning your tired body, love bites covering almost every inch of your satin skin.

He chuckles as you start to drift in his arms, "Let's go home and get you cleaned up, Oeyä Yawntutsyìp." he whispers into your ear, kissing your cheek as he stands, somehow dressed again while Ao'nung was still recovering.

Your small hand reaches out to Ao'nung, making him rush over to your side, making your hand disappear in his. He brushes his lips across your knuckle, memorizing the feel of your skin one last time, nosing at your wrist to ingrain your scent to memory.

"Next time, let's meet at the moon pool. It'll be easier to clean up."

A deep growl rumbles through Neteyam's chest, his eyes narrowing as he looks down at you. "One time only." he then looks to Ao'nung, his ears pining back as Neteyam bares his teeth. "Nothing more."

Neteyam quickly turns, walking away from Ao'nung and towards the beach. Your expression is chiding as you lightly smack his chest before nuzzling into his neck. Your head lulls back as you look to the sky, stealing one last glance at Ao'nung. Your lips curl into a devilish smirk and you wink before going out of view.

Ao'nung feels his body lighten at the jester, hope filling his chest. Maybe he will have more than just a taste one day.

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