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Better Than Expected

Chapter 15

WARNING: Brief mentioning of miscarriage

The movement of the warriors caused by the capture of an unusual prisoner caught the attention of the leader of the Ashe People and, without delay, she went to the place where the prisoner was being kept. The surprise between the two was mutual, however, Varang tried to leave it behind, assuming her chief posture and taking charge of the situation.

The boy was clearly startled by her detached gaze, however, he quickly adopted a rebellious and impulsive posture, willing even to expose his teeth in a snarl. Seeing that the leader was clearly pregnant shouldn't have impressed him that much, as it wasn't the first time he'd seen something like this.

For a brief moment, Varang's memories took her back to the images she had seen of the boy through Miles's mind. Knowing exactly who he was, she decided how to deal with him.

-Let him go, I'll deal with him - she ordered and her soldiers obeyed her.

Even confused and scared, Spider followed her, not letting his guard down.

Along the way, a series of things crossed her mind, whether it would be better to tell Miles that the boy was there, or tell Spider himself that she already knew him, in a way, and that she was his stepmother.

However, Varang didn't have much choice when Miles was already in their hut.

-I hope that… - he was saying when he realized who was accompanying her - it can't be…

-Quaritch! - Spider exclaimed, in a mixture of anger, fear and defensiveness, it quickly crossed his mind that it would be stupid to face him, confront him or try to run away.

-How did you get here? What happened? - Miles approached him, clearly worried.

-Do you care about that? - the boy opted for the defensive attitude, even crossing his arms, completely mad and impatient.

-It's not a good choice to play this game - his father advised, gladly - it's okay, I can give you some time, sit down and calm down.

-Can I do that here? Am I not your prisoner? - he snapped.

-Let's say you're in our custody - Varang decided to intervene, thinking it was a good time for it - I'm Varang, leader of the ash clan.

-With all due respect ma'am, are you protecting me because of him? - Spider replied, his tone much more cautious this time.

-In part yes, but in another part, because I know you, Miles Socorro - Varang addressed him, risking a few steps closer - or should I say, Spider.

-Did he tell you about me? - curiosity ended up instigating the boy.

-Ah yes, but only after we shared our mental visions - she clarified - that's where I first saw you, in your father's memories.

-Why would they share their memories? - Upon hearing that, he made a typical teenage face of disgust.

-You have many questions, boy, but I have many others, as it is in our house, I would like you to answer - Miles imposed, standing in front of Spider in an intimidating way.

-Calm down, my beloved, treat the boy with more patience - Varang touched his shoulder, making him step back a little.

From the affectionate way she called Quaritch, Spider really gave up on all questions.

-What were you doing when you were captured by my warriors? - Varang questioned him again, in a much kinder and smoother tone.

"I was on patrol with the Metakayina, I got lost from the rest of the group, trying to find another route," he muttered, against his will.

-Okay, that's enough answers for me - she was satisfied with his statement - I can find my own ways to find out more, if I need to, and speaking of needing, I believe you need some time, Spider. Feel free to be my guest, not my prisoner.

With a suspicious smile, Varang left them alone and, despite Miles' frustration, he realized right away what she wanted. A frank and necessary conversation between the two. Being honest with himself, Miles knew this was what he needed too. So he took a deep breath and decided to move on.

-How did you get that? -Spider dared to ask, before his father could formulate any sentence.

-What are you referring to? Me surviving without you or marrying the chief of the tribe? - Miles countered, a little less bitter.

-Both - the boy replied.

-Varang - his father said simply - the warriors found me and took me to her, she had a vague idea of what I was, thought I would be a good ally in this conflict between the na'vi, so she secured the alliance with a proposal wedding.

-And you took advantage of the situation - Spider laughed sarcastically.

-I accepted it to save my life, in the beginning, but believe it or not, I fell in love with her, I really love her - declared the oldest, undoing his emotional ties little by little, getting to sit on the floor and stay more than Spider's height.

There was something different and sincere in Miles' statement, which for a single instant, almost moved the boy.

"And so you've been living like a native ever since," he found out - the life you so despised.

-I know, I'm guilty of all this, but I think I've been punished enough - Miles raised his hands in surrender - I died twice, and lost a son.

-I'm here, aren't I? - Spider extended his arms, in a position of clear attack.

-No, I'm not talking about you - he shook his head, feeling a little confused - I mean, I lost you somehow, I wasted the time we had together, I threw it all away for a cause that today I consider lost and meaningless to me, but it wasn't you I remembered when I said that.

-So what are you talking about? - the boy became more attentive, sensitive to what was to come.

-Varang lost a child before, it was my child too, your… sibling who couldn't be born - his father explained - I believe that was enough punishment from Eywa, because I deserved it.

-It means that… the child that Varang is expecting is yours - Spider confirmed.

-That's right, it's your sibliing - Miles nodded.

"I'm so sorry for your loss," he said, understanding the grief.

-Thank you, but I thank you even more for listening - his father replied - you know, I… I told Varang once that if I had another opportunity to be a good father to you I would be, I wouldn't waste it, but I know this one choice is yours. If you want to stay here, you can have a home, you can have a family…although I know you have a family with the Sullys.

-Things weren't always so easy with the Sullys, mostly because of you - the boy commented, showing a little more of his hurt.

-I understand, the me of the past and the me of this body did a lot of harm to many people, but believe me, I have changed and I am willing to fix things with you, really - Miles declared, with regret.

Once again, Spider found himself moved by the former colonel's plight. The only remnant of his former self he could recognize now was the look of tenderness when he called him son, when Spider decided to abandon him. The way Varang had treated him and the whole story, as absurd as it seemed, given the evidence before his eyes, it all seemed to fit together and make some sense in Spider's mind.

-I'll have to think about your case - decided the boy, with a lot to consider.

-It's better than a definitive no, or a middle finger - Miles opined.

The comment elicited a spontaneous laugh from Spider, which seemed like a sign of hope for his father.

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𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓 | 𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐣𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐱 𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

SUMMARY: How can Jake Sully leave a sweet girl like you to suffer in heat? ━ warnings: 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘀 & 𝗿𝘂𝘁𝘀 - i𝗺𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗽𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿, 𝗽 𝗶𝗻 𝘃, 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂𝗸 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝘁𝗼 𝗷𝗮𝗸𝗲 - navi women have reg female anatomy bc i didnt wanna spend hours researching, unedited

𝗣𝗦𝗔: 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗣𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗜𝗕𝗟𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗢𝗪𝗡 𝗠𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗔 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡. 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗜𝗦 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘. 𝟭𝟴+ !𝗜𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗽𝗶𝗰𝘀 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝗱𝘂𝗹𝗴𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁! 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗞!𝗙𝗜𝗖, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵. 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀, 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗻𝗶 - 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝟭𝟴+ 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝘀 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝘆 #𝗪𝗢𝗠𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪 𝘁𝗮𝗴.

Perhaps it was by the fate of Ewya that you found yourself in the Na'vi forest, sweaty and on the verge of heat, with none other than Jake Sully.

As you sit on the forest floor, stretching your legs out uncomfortably, you hiss, for what seems like the hundredth time. You don't miss the harsh glare that comes from your soon-to-be clan leader, Toruk Makto, nor the warmth that succumbs to your belly when his tongue flicks out to wet his lips, his teeth digging into some fruit he had found on the forest floor.

It is incredulous how difficult it is to drag your eyes away from the warrior when the juice squirts onto his face and his lips paint into a smirk.

"Why are you in pain, sweet girl?" Jake questions, his eyes heavy on you. When you do not answer, instead opting to soothe the muscles in your calf by rubbing your leg in soft, circular motions, his hands wrap around the base of your ankle. "I will ask again. Why are you in so much pain?"

"I injured myself by the river, days ago. Hunting fish. Slipped - 't was an easy enough mistake."

"Did you get the fish in the end?" Jake's fingers dart across your ankle, the feeling of his touch supposedly soothing, but it burns a fire on your skin, and it only makes you hiss more.

The gesture in itself is harmless - you're sure there's no ill intent meant behind it, but the feeling of his skin brushing against yours makes your gut churn with lust, because you're in heat. It is impossible to ignore such a Na'vi during heat, and your eyes rise to gaze at Jake but you're impossibly distracted by the flexing of his muscles. "No," you admit, bowing your head in disappointment. Your ears cast downwards as you feel his eyes bore into you, an almost amused smirk painting his lips. It is shameful to admit such a mistake in front of Toruk Makto, and your lips purse as your eyes flicker back up to look at the great warrior. "And this is another failed hunt."

"Mmm, 'ts not yet failed. After all, you didn't know what I was hunting for." His fingers pinch at your ankle, and your body drowns in warmth. "You're panting and you're so warm... is something wrong, other than that leg of yours, sweet girl? You haven't been the same since I've gotten you in this forest."

"I am fine." Your eyes flutter shut as Jake's fingers trickle upwards, climbing your leg, and he stares at you intensely, the fruit abandoned to the forest floor.

"You're burning a fever and you smell different. Something is very clearly wrong."

Jake tugs at your legs - his grip tight enough for you to slip downwards, closer to your lap, but not tight enough to hurt. It's painful - his thighs brush against your crotch as he lifts you up, carefully inspecting your warm forehead. He is so close to you it sets your skin alight, and you let out an unwanted mewl as his lips accidentally brush against the skin of your cheek as he continues to check your temperature.

"Jake," you whimper softly as he stills below you, his head still uncomfortably close to yours.

It hurts. It really, really hurts, and everything inside of you is screaming to get away from him, because he is Jake Sully - Toruk Makto - and what are you? He is a savior, a hero, a legend, and you are just a girl.

"My sweet girl, you're in heat," Jake's voice is soft, and soothing, lulling over you like an all-loving wave, and your thighs shake softly as his fingers dart up the skin of your legs. "Why did you not mention this to me?"

"What good would it do?" Your voice wavers as his fingers trail towards your inner thighs, your hands clutching on his shoulders unsteadily. "We are not mated. You cannot help me."

Jake tuts, his big, yellow eyes staring into you. "Of course, I can help you." It feels like someone has just set you ablaze when Jake's fingers press against the warmth of your cunt, the sudden intrusion of his fingers darting against your clit sending shockwaves down your spine. "I'm unmated, sweetheart. There are no problems on my end. Absolutely none."

Goosebumps trickle up your arms when Jake's teeth graze against the skin of your neck, a gentle gasp slipping past your lips. "Jake, I can't,"

"Really? It seems like you can." Skillful fingers roll gentle circles against your clit. You know Jake Sully is not true Na'vi - know of his past as human, know he has taken many women beforehand. The pleasure shocks through you as he carefully stimulates your clit is proof of that - how can a man who has never touched a woman know how to treat one so well? "Does that feel good, sweet girl? Your body's telling me it does. So fuckin' wet down here."

"I can't - I can't mate with you. It is not just. Ewya-"

"Ewya chose me. I am Na'vi." Jake's lips pepper against the skin of your neck, and your head fogs over with lust as he brings you so close to a high you've never experienced. "And I choose you, sweet girl."

It feels foreign as his finger pushes into your cunt, his thumb now rolling against your clit, one of his fingers darting in and out of you slowly. And it feels good - so, so, so good, and Jake smells so good, as well! Good enough to mate, in fact - and isn't he just the most perfect Na'vi? Not too big, but strong and hearty nonetheless? The perfect size, not overbearing, but somehow able to crowd your senses all in one?

"Do you want me? Say the words and I'm yours. Forever."

"Jake..."

He hums lowly, his eyelids fluttering shut as he listens to the beating of your heart. "I have wanted you since I've come here, sweet girl. If you choose me you're not goin' to regret it."

"Ma Jake - I, oh Ewya - I choose you, Jake!"

Just as the words finish tumbling out of your mouth, your orgasm crashes over you wildly. It is a feeling of ecstasy - your body shakes and trembles against his own, his fingers not stopping - the feeling of your stimulated clit beginning to grow dull and sharp, pulsing through the motions painfully. The sensation is strange, so peculiar that you try to fight back the warmth that floods your belly, but your coil has snapped, so there's no use. Your orgasm is here, and you try to hold back the urge to let the warmth bleed out but you can't. As you cum against him, you cry out - mewl out, sobbing to Ewya and everything else that "it feels too good, oh Ewya! What is this, Jake? What - what is this?"

When your high finishes - when Jake finally stops toying with your cunt, he pulls his hand away, admiring the fruits of his labour. His fingers and palm are wet - glistening with your cum, and though your ears tuck backward in shame, your eyes growing wide with worry, Jake smirks. You frown in response - reaching up to stop him as his fingers dart towards his lips, but unable to before his tongue begins to lap up your cum.

"You're a squirter, huh?" Jake hums, basking in the wet that's also splashed on his thighs from where you'd come hard and heavy. "You've made me all wet."

"I-I'm sorry," you murmur, your big eyes squeezing shut in fear, but Jake coos softly, his palm brushing against your back soothingly.

"There's nothing to apologize for, sweet girl. In fact, I want you to do it again."

To that, your eyes snap open. "Again?"

"Mmm." You don't realise what Jake's doing - don't notice how his cock is pressed against your cunt, how his hands are busy parting your thighs and making sure you're as relaxed as possible. You don't realise until he asks, again, "you choose me?"

"I - I choose you, Jake," you blink in confusion, but your naivety washes away when you feel the tip of his cock press against your cunt carefully.

It doesn't take long for you to be whining against him - your walls are like velvet, squeezing him perfectly, basically milking his cock. He has claimed you, your Na'vi queues clasped together, your bodies shuffling in sync, all on the forest floor. Your walls sheath him - so tight and wet, and Jake lets out disgruntled grunts against your neck.

Despite Jack not being true Na'vi, he is huge. Perhaps he kept some of his human qualities - the knowing, smooth thrust of his hips tells you that he has. He nibbles on your ear lovingly, basking in the moan that slips past your lips, and your coil begins to tighten.

It is a wonderful feeling, being taken like this, so vulnerable. You are not too far from home - if anyone in your clan grew curious about your whereabouts they could easily find you, pressed below Jake, his hands around your neck, his cock buried in your cunt.

"Oh my sweet girl, why are you crying? Does it just feel that good?" A mocking chuckle shakes Jake, who rides into you slowly, grinding his teeth as you tighten against him again.

You cry beneath him. It feels so good - so perfect, his scent filling your nose as your legs begin to shake, your body beginning to convulse beneath him. And then you feel this urge - this overwhelming, drowning urge to pull him into you so you do, mumbling, "please, ma Jake, fill me with you," and you whisper it so sweetly, so honestly, that Jake would be a nasty man to deny you of such pleasure.

It isn't long until you're orgasming. "My sweet girl," Jake murmurs as his cock ruts against the sweet spot inside of you, his fingers sliding in your mouth, and he groans when you instinctively, "you want me, sweet girl?"

You can do nothing but hum and whine beneath him, your eyes pricking with tears, your walls tightly milking his cock. Jake can't hold back anymore. He cums - cock twitching inside of you, his rutting hips thrusting desperately, holding you as you mewl and sob against him.

The next moments feel like ecstasy. You can hear his heartbeat, but not through his chest - you hear it as though it is your own. His pants are heavy and hot against you.

It feels strange, to be laying with Jake Sully. To be laying with Toruk Makto, wrapped in his arms as though he is not a great warrior, but rather your great mate.

Perhaps now he is.

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