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Her hair was down.
That was one of the first things Jake noticed when he saw her that night.
After his Uniltaron, he had spent a little time cleaning up and assorting himself with a few new garments, considering he was a man amongst the People, now. The most notable was his Kekunan battle band, a piece of intricately woven fabrics and twine secured around the middle of his torso; gifted to him by none other than Eytukan, himself. The Olo’eyktan had told him, “Ma Eywa sweylu tihawnu si ngenga set, ma tsamsiyu,” whilst brandishing the elaborate article.
*Eywa shall watch over you now, warrior.
Thank God that he spoke a bit slower so that Jake could understand him. Mostly. The Na’vi tongue would still take time to grow accustomed to, but luckily, he had a good teacher.
In terms of donning other little accessories, he had some help putting them on from a few of the clan’s high-ranking members, to his surprise. At some point during the ceremony’s aftermath, Neytiri slinked off elsewhere, and throughout the remainder of the day, Jake wondered where she had gone.
Just as the night began painting the sky a deep, gentle blue, he contemplated retiring for the night with the hopes of another training session tomorrow. He settled by a fire with a couple other warriors, and as they chatted, he longingly stared at his hunting knife, thumb grazing its knitted handle. Neytiri had given it to him a few days after they began training, and he had a feeling she was the one who carefully crafted its hilt and neat netting. He chose its curved blade, and Neytiri had taught him how to weld the pieces together to complete the dagger. “Everything, for this, you will need, hunter,” she had told him, eyes drilling into his own. “But only strike when needed.”
Her wise words resonated within him still, and forever would. Then and there, he was reminded of the deeply rooted connection between the Na’vi and their goddess, Eywa; and like them, he would learn to cherish the balance of life and death.
Jake released a mildly dejected sigh, gnawing the interior of his lips. I’ll head up to my hammock, then, he thought, gazing upwards at the spiraling brilliance that was the interior of Hometree. Gotta tell Norm–
“Jake?”
He was torn from his musings at the sound of her voice. Ear flicking, he twisted towards her and just… paused.
There Neytiri was, in all her glory, walking over with her radiant smile and braids undone to allow the soft locks of hair to cascade past her shoulders. He briefly wondered how long it took for her to unfurl the braids, considering their length and how plentiful they were. He figured she had probably gotten help from Mother Mo’at. Some of the hair was pulled back and pinned by warmly colored feathers, he later noticed, only further accentuating the style.
Though he highly respected Neytiri, Jake couldn’t help but let his eyes stray to her attire for a fraction of a moment. He took note of her signature necklace, which by now he presumed was crafted from sturdy string and three, jade-like stones that gently imprinted her throat. Traveling further down her long neck and chest was an elaborately beaded top that left little to the imagination, and reflected the fire’s light. A pair of armbands made of the same, pendulous material decorated the tops of her biceps. He was tempted to drop his eyes lower, but he forbade himself from doing so, internally scolding his wandering mind.
Instead, he mirrored her bashful smile when she came to a stop before him, brought her fingers to her forehead, and bowed. As her hand began to fall, he quickly turned to reciprocate the formal greeting, dipping his head towards her.
“Oel ngati kameie, ma tsamsiyu.”
*I see you, warrior.
“Oel ngati kameie, Neytiri.”
*I see you, Neytiri.
Unbeknownst to Jake, she, too, took a moment to admire his new articles before approaching him. Now more than ever, he looked as though he was one of the People since his first birth; a true warrior. Though clumsy at times, he was capable, with a strong body, heart and mind. Neytiri knew for certain, now, and she was pleased to know her people thought the same.
Jake slotted his knife back into the sheath across his chest and quickly stood, debating whether or not to ask her, what’s the special occasion? Before he could, however, she began backpedaling towards the natural stairwell behind them, beckoning Jake with a gesture. “Za’u.”
*Come.
He would have followed without her saying a word, anyway.
“Where to?” he asked, thinking of the things she may teach him at that time. Night hunting? Where’s her bow?
She just lightly laughed and said, “You still have much to learn. Come, come.”
He didn’t doubt it.
Eagerly, Jake trailed behind Neytiri, and the pair of them snuck away from Hometree and the watchful eyes of the Omatikaya People.
She led him through the bioluminescent wonderland that was Pandora, the sounds of civilization soon substituted by the purrs of insects and croaks of amphibians. Although he traversed much faster now, nearly in toe with Neytiri, she continued to impress him with her effortless leaps and swings; her complete trust in her body, and evidently, the jungle. They frolicked through the forests and glistening swamps, lightly laughing as their little chase prolonged.
Neytiri gracefully dove into a body of shimmering water, briefly surfacing and twisting back to coax Jake, who keenly followed. He swam closely behind, eyes swishing from left to right to watch a small school of fish-like creatures wiggle past his nose. He quickened his breaststrokes to catch up to Neytiri, and eventually, they emerged from the pool, its bright, shifting glow illuminating the foliage surrounding it.
“Come, come. Up,” Neytiri laughed, smiling at the loose hair strands plastered sporadically across his face. She quickly quieted as he continued to arise. The way his skin scintillated as water dripped from it, how he chuckled when he slicked back the loose hair; it all prompted her to briskly prance ahead, forcing him to hurry.
Lur ronsem, she told herself, vaulting over an upturned root. He has not chosen. Timweypey…
*Steady mind. Patience…
“Hey! Wait up!” Jake called, stumbling as he hastily jogged to reach her.
The cool atmosphere was sure to dry their skin.
They continued to caper, passing by gargantuan, vivid pink mushrooms that seemed suspended in the air, and lavender-colored waterfalls that gently hissed, blanketing them in mist. Soon, they skipped into a mossier area, and to Jake's joy, the spongy substance would glow brighter wherever they touched. Up ahead, he could see an astonishingly fluorescent willow tree, and with a squint, he spotted a few woodsprites floating about nearby it.
Pandora’s ambience never ceased to amaze him.
As they neared the tree, Jake picked up his pace and reached over to teasingly tug Neytiri’s tail, causing her to skip to a stop. She turned around and chortled at him, and when they both slowed, a handful of fan-lizards sprung from the shrubbery and spiraled, decorating the pair with more light. Even though he’d seen them before, Jake took a moment to watch them spin in the air, only broken out of his trance when Neytiri called to him again.
“Come,” she murmured, outstretching her hands to him. Pivoting, Jake took one, smirking as he playfully pulled her back, making them both laugh. A second later, he succumbed to her wish, allowing her to lead again.
Neytiri guided him through the thicket of the willow, strutting down a thin, mossy path and spanning out her arms to let the tail-like columns drape across them as she walked. She glanced back at Jake, watching as he hesitantly copied her movements, and he marveled at the way they gleamed and gravitated towards him. “This is a place for prayers to be heard,” she explained, stopping again and grasping a trio of the radiant ropes. Jake looked over as she spoke, watching her bring them to her cheek.
“And sometimes answered,” Neytiri whispered, smiling fondly.
Taking the end of her queue, she closed her eyes and connected the nerves to the vines, breathing faintly, “We call these trees Utraya Mokri.” She turned back towards him, reopening her eyes as she said, “The Tree of Voices. The voices of our ancestors.”
Reluctantly, Jake took his own triplet of vines into a careful hold, reaching behind for his braid and gazing at Neytiri for assurance. Can… avatars do this? Is it right? he thought, though his questions were quickly quelled when she silently encouraged him with a soft nod and smile. He bobbed his head lightly in return, brought his queue up to link with the tree, and formed tsaheylu.
Almost immediately, his pupils dilated.
“I can hear them…”
Jake’s soft whisper was laced with disbelief.
As the tendrils of his queue meshed with the tree’s glowing vines, a stream of voices flowed into his perked ears. He could hear snippets of a child’s laughter, a mother’s lullaby, the scolding of an elder, an Olo’eyktan’s brute command… the ancestors of the Omatikaya archived into a single tree.
Neytiri stepped over and cupped her warm hands atop his wondrous own, twisting towards him. “They live, Jake,” she urged, subtly nodding. Neytiri’s large eyes swept across the willowing canopy of the Tree of Voices, her faithful grin growing wider. “Within Eywa.” She watched as Jake’s ears shifted in response to the whispers, and he gave the vines a lasting look before disconnecting his braid from them. “You are Omatikaya, now,” Neytiri spoke, placing both hands on his sternum, right above his heart, encouraging Jake to look at her again. “You may make your bow from the wood of Hometree.”
For her to say that, herself, after three months of dealing with him as a student, then his Rite of Passage Ceremony, it made his chest swell with a tinge of pride. Jake had earned the acceptance of The People, and now, most importantly, Neytiri’s trust.
Quaritch, and the entirety of the RDA's mission, was on the backburner.
On the other hand, conflict stirred within Neytiri.
The pair of them locked gazes for a short eternity, and Jake’s brows knitted as Neytiri’s eyes became lidded and unreadable. Before he could ask what irked her, she spun away, beckoning a woodsprite with upturned palms.
“And you may choose a woman,” she said dismissively. “We have many fine women.”
Choose a woman? Hah, Jake thought, nearly chuckling. Despite his inner snarkiness, the man couldn’t help but feel a tad anxious with her statement.
Would she keep her promise to Tsu’tey, her betrothed, after all?
“Ninat is the best singer,” Neytiri began, testing the waters with an offer. Jake frowned slightly, his ears lowering a little. A part of him thought it was sweet of her to uplift the other women of the clan, but it also disappointed him.
She was selling herself short.
“Well, I don’t want Ninat,” he replied, and he swore he could see Neytiri’s cheek tick with a faint smirk.
She blew on the atokirina’, letting the seed flutter away, her arms lowering. "Peyral is… a good hunter," she continued, grinning indistinctly.
Jake conceded with a knowing smirk, nodding slightly as he said, “Yeah, she is a good hunter.”
Neytiri twisted back so quickly, she was unable to hide her disappointment.
It felt cruel of him to say that; to have her make such a downcast face to prove his point.
Jake lowered his voice as she fully faced him, whispering confidently.
“I’ve already chosen.”
At that, Neytiri’s auricles perked, vague hope gleaming in those massive, gem-like eyes. The corners of her mouth had begun twitching into a nervous smile. Who… did you choose?
Tentatively, after licking his lips, Jake said: “But this woman must also choose me.”
…and she beamed.
Neytiri’s smile broadened tenfold, eyes squinting joyously as she exhaled a laugh. It was not just his confession that pleased her, but his thoughtfulness in asking her to choose him, too; a stark contrast to her arranged mating with Tsu'tey. Something in her chest fluttered as she glanced down at his simpering lips, and she let her gaze linger for a moment before locking eyes with him again.
“She already has.”
Oh, thank fuck, Jake thought, hoping he wouldn’t outright embarrass himself confessing his love for the fearsome huntress. He got her message, loud and clear, and his heart helplessly palpitated at her words.
Jake wasted little time bringing his left hand up to caress her cheek, having longed to do something like this for months.
She didn’t pull away.
Even before Neytiri knew she had fallen for Jake weeks ago, she had envisioned his lips on hers. She wondered how his mouth would move against hers; how rough or soft they felt; how fast or slow they would shift. Would they mold together on the first try, or would they clash awkwardly? Would he chuckle and try again, if so? Would he use his sharp teeth? Tongue? Could she taste him? Could he taste her? What did he even taste like?
Would he… like kissing her?
Would he want to kiss her more?
Before she knew it, all her questions were answered.
Slowly, they came together, and their mouths conjoined in an innocent kiss.
The touch was so very featherweight and hesitant. At first, it was just a tender press of their lips, and their noses lightly squished together. Neytiri could feel him breathe against her, and his mouth felt impossibly warm as it tenderly meshed with hers.
It felt amazing.
Granted, she had no one to compare it to, since she had never been this intimate with another, but now… she was content keeping it that way.
Thank you, Ewya, Neytiri mouthed before going in for another, this time with more confidence, of which Jake reciprocated.
Although he had his fair share of experimenting with other women back on Earth, there was nothing like kissing Neytiri. She wasn’t some hookup or a short-lived fling - she was his. At that moment, Jake knew she was setting aside her commitment to Tsu’tey and giving herself to him. She let Jake be her first kiss. She trusted him.
It made his heart pound harder.
Her plump lips were much softer than he imagined - so soft, he feared he may accidentally nick them with his fangs. His worry melted away when Neytiri tilted her head ever so slightly and leaned into him, prompting Jake to do the same.
Their kissing became more passionate, less coy, though still gentle over the course of a minute before Neytiri began kneeling, taking Jake with her to the soft forest floor. As the moss gleamed brighter with their added pressure, he kept his eyes on hers and lowered, though his attention soon diverted to her offered queue as they sat.
Are we… supposed to..? he wondered, though leaned over to reach around and grasp his braid, anyway. He had connected with a pa’li and an ikran before, and the Tree of Voices just now, but another Na’vi? What would it feel like? Would he feel her emotions? Could he hear all her thoughts? Or just the most intense ones? Vise versa? Only one way to find out…
Who better to do it with than Neytiri?
In unison, they brought the queues up and braced for their collision, Neytiri onlooking nervously as Jake closed his eyes in apprehension.
Eagerly, the tendrils entwined, weaving together and forming a glowing tsaheylu.
Together, the pair sharply exhaled the breaths they didn't realize they were holding, intense sensations rattling through their nervous systems. The surplus of emotions caused Jake’s ears to tingle before they swiveled backwards, and he swallowed thickly, gazing back up at Neytiri with a wide, wondrous look.
He could feel everything.
Her relief, her excitement, her anxiety, her breath, her very heartbeat.
Her love.
She could feel his, too; that immense admiration and want for her surging throughout her senses.
Even their tails swayed and curled in near unison.
It caused Neytiri to softly pant and smile, and before they knew it, they were grappling at each other, kissing and nuzzling feverishly. At some point, to her surprise, Jake simply lurched forth, wrapped his strong arms around her waist, and just… hugged her to his chest.
He chose her, just as much as she chose him.
The uniltirantokx, the human, whom she initially resented, achieved the impossible and became a man of her People… and in doing so, he had won her heart.
Who could blame him for being a bit possessive?
I am with you now, Jake, she said, though no words left her lips. Instead, her thoughts permeated through the bond, and he could hear them crystal clear.
We are mated for life.
Jake’s auricles trembled again at the electricity coursing through their bond. With a blissful grin, he pressed soft kisses into her shoulder and the exposed bits of her collarbone, gradually stroking a hand down her hair and back. Above, Neytiri affectionately rubbed her cheek against his face, clutching him just as close. Feeling it was right, he carefully lowered her onto the bioluminescent bed below, pausing when he noticed her widened eyes searing into his own.
Those spheres could swallow him like the sun.
“Jake,” she breathed, reaching up to cup his jaw. Neytiri brushed her thumb across his cheekbone, and Jake leaned into her touch, kissing the heel of her palm.
He’d never get enough of this. Jake would make it his mission to kiss every single star in the asterism of freckles spanning across her gorgeous visage. As he stared, her lashes fluttered timidly at him, and she averted her gaze, a slight purple tint blooming on her cheeks.
So, you can blush?
“Sorry,” he chuckled, unaware of how long he was staring. “You’re just… beautiful.”
Shyly, she smiled, squirming slightly beneath him and causing Jake to look down at their connected hips. Though her legs were spread apart by his thin waist, she did her best to close them, uncertainty flitting through their tsaheylu.
It was so foreign; to see the substantial, fearless huntress that was Neytiri be so vulnerable and sheepish.
Granted, she never had Jake’s growing erection pressed against her most sensitive spot before, or any man's, for that matter.
He was quick to reassure her, placing his large hand atop her own, guiding her eyes back to his. “Hey,” he beckoned softly. “We don’t have to go further than this. I’m not gonna make you do anything you don’t wanna do, all right?”
There it was again.
That rush of relief at his words; the mutual trust; an appreciation of consideration.
Neytiri held his jaw a little tighter, whispering, “I see you, ma Jake. I want this.”
My Jake, he thought, repeating her words and blinking twice, ears rising in astonishment. He had heard her call Tsu’tey like that, but Jake just knew this was different. This was real; pure, unadulterated love for him, not some obligation due to societal status. He could feel it through their ethereal connection.
Even with her affirmation, Jake could tell Neytiri wasn’t exactly sure on how to proceed. From his understanding, Na’vi did not engage in one-night-stands and insipid promiscuities. They mated once, and remained tethered to that person for life, as Neytiri decreed. He doubted she had had encounters like this before.
So, happily, he took the lead.
Maintaining eye contact, he brought his right hand down to gently grasp her thigh, pulling her knees apart. He could feel her stiffen at first, though she soon relaxed, allowing him to guide her.
Jake was quite handsome; it wouldn’t take someone else to tell her that, but it was something about the way his surplus of muscles shifted as he tenderly touched her that made Neytiri’s skin burn. He was mindful of her discomfort, and constantly checked her face for a reaction as he began undoing the knots of her loincloth.
Now, with them so close, he took note of its complementary purple color and soft texture, and how its pair of strings made noticeable indents on her hips. It’s almost a shame he had to take it off.
Swallowing, Jake gazed back up at her again, finger hooked on the strings as he searched those captivating eyes for permission. She looked so beautiful like this, long locks fanned around her head like a halo, her pretty face illuminated by an entire spectrum of vibrant purples and greens thanks to the foliage surrounding them. Somehow, despite all the neon lights, the star-like freckles sprinkled across her forehead, cheeks and nose gleamed impossibly brighter. She was celestial.
She thought the exact same of him, eyes tracing the pathways of white dots that decorated his lean figure, from his widow’s peak to his very v-line, making them both blush.
Thank you, Ewya, she repeated. Thank you.
By now, both Neytiri’s hands rested by her head, slightly curled into fists, and she didn’t raise them to stop him. Her tail slowly lashed between their legs, tickling Jake’s calves as she awaited his advance. Although he could still detect her lingering apprehension, her encouraging nods outweighed his worries.
Thus, he slipped the article away and set it aside.
Jake was pleased to see her anatomy was similar, if not identical to that of a human female’s. The sheer sight of it made his member swell. Her tiger-like stripes curved in towards the blue, puffy lips, and to his surprise, when she spread a little wider for him, the innermost parts faded from a light violet to a salmon pink. Its entirety was already glistening with need, and the nub, which he could only assume was her clitorus, protruded slightly from the crest of the little folds.
It was perfect.
She was perfect.
"Ma Jake," she called again, though this time, she sounded more insistent; needy, almost. "Please."
He needed no further prompting.
Jake quickly unfurled the ties of his loincloth, allowing his erection to break free of its chafing and press against her bare thigh. Immediately, a wave of anxiety panged through their bond, and he could feel Neytiri's breaths quicken, her eyes widening at its length. She couldn't imagine its exact measurements, but it was surely over a foot long, and fairly thick. Beads of arousal had already started collecting at the tip, but Jake didn't dare rush things. Her comfort mattered more than his pleasure.
He reacted to her unease by drawing soothing circles into her waist with his thumbs, urging her to look into his eyes again. "Hey, hey… Look at me," he murmured. "I've got you, okay? You're gonna tell me to stop if it hurts, right?" Neytiri nodded slowly, giving him the go-ahead.
Jake figured she would only grow more impatient and uncomfortable with him fingering her, so he decided that would be introduced another time. Thus, he grasped her hip, used his free hand to align their sexes, and began pushing in.
As soon as he got a third of the way inside, Neytiri started hissing, grasping his wrist for support. "Relax… Relax, it's okay… you're doing so well," he cooed, waiting until she unclenched to continue pushing. Inch by inch, she sucked him in, and Jake had to do everything within his power not to buck his hips senselessly into her delicious warmth. She felt so good – too good. So sticky and wet and warm, all for him… It was driving him crazy, but he forced himself to keep things moderate, for her sake.
Neytiri bit her lip and winced again once he was a little more than half way, reaching up with her other hand to clutch his shoulder and keep herself grounded. Jake paused again, leaning down for a moment to press kisses into her cheek and jaw, waiting once more for her to slacken before digging deeper.
Then, with a final push, he bottomed out, both their faces scrunching at the sensation.
Neytiri felt impossibly full, the searing pain of her innards stretching to accommodate for his girth sizzling through their tsaheylu. They shuddered and groaned in sync, and patiently, Jake waited for her discomfort to subside before moving again.
“You’re so wet… and tight,” Jake rasped, and Neytiri clenched around him, nearly making him gasp.
“You do not like it..?” she asked with swiveled ears, fear and embarrassment trembling through their bond. Eyes widening, he gazed up at her face, alarmed by the hurt expression morphing it. “Is it hurting you?”
“No, no, it’s not bad!” he hurriedly explained, shaking his head, breath heavy. “I-It’s good… It feels really, really good. I love it…”
Jake’s immense pleasure fluttered between them and quickly nullified Neytiri’s insecurities; furthermore, the pain of him being balls deep inside of her had at last waned. With an experimental roll of her hips, she tempted him to continue, whispering, “Ma Jake… I am ready.”
Without missing a beat, he sated her desire.
Jake bent down to press a loving kiss into her mouth, sucking on her plump bottom lip as he planted his hand by her ear to support his upper body. His other palm stayed splayed on her hip and lower back, hoisting her off the ground just enough so he could comfortably thrust into her. Then, with slow, controlled movements, he began rocking back and forth, drawing blissful moans from each of them.
Neytiri gasped when he broke the kiss to bury himself particularly deep into her heat, a low groan rumbling in her throat soon after. It was all so delightfully foreign to her; the new sensations. The slight pain drowned by pleasure, his raw lust and want for her punctuated by every gyration… It was almost too much. Jake's own jubilation could be felt through their bond, too, only adding to the rapture.
"Ohh… Jake…," Neytiri cooed, spine arching.
"Yeah, baby, that's it…"
Through his increasingly powerful bucks, Jake kept flicking his gaze up to check her face for any pain, then looked down at her tantalizing chest. It enticed him; the way her breasts peeked through the shimmering material that was her top. He tottered on the edge of asking her to take it off or subject himself to the tease until they climaxed. "God," he gritted out, straining to contain himself.
She was so fucking beautiful.
Neytiri answered his internal question for him.
"Ma Jake..?" she panted, prompting the man to slow down. She gently wrapped her fingers around his wrist, easing his growing concerns as she reached back, undid the twine of her top, then effortlessly slipped it off.
Fuuuck…
As customs entail, the Na'vi people wore little clothing to begin with, so Jake was fairly aware of what lied beneath Neytiri’s pretty tops and loincloths. Alas, he couldn't help stare, mouth agape, as she stripped bare for him, exposing her small, perfect breasts to the night air. It was the act, itself, that made his erection twitch inside of her, causing Neytiri to wriggle and pant beneath him.
It was almost overwhelming how much of his pure love and lust for her flooded their tsaheylu in that moment.
"Can I touch you here?" Jake eventually asked in a faint whisper, his covet to do so roaring through the bond.
She knew if she said no, he wouldn't protest one bit.
It warmed her heart to know just how willing he was to make sure she was comfortable and felt good.
"Yes," she softly hissed, craving his electric touch.
Jake brought his right hand up to cup her breast, grinning at the soft, supple feel of it before pinching her perked nipple. Neytiri huffed out a shaky breath, undulating her hips against him and making Jake groan. Never before had she experienced the touch of another's like this; to be caressed so carefully; stimulated so sensually. It's nothing she could have begun to imagine, and here Jake was, fondling her with so much admiration and love swimming in his lust-crazed eyes.
It made her core tighten.
As Jake continued flicking and pinching the sensitive bud, he gazed longingly into Neytiri's lidded eyes, retracting his hips nearly all the way before dipping down and sliding deep inside of her wet pussy in one smooth motion. It made her spine shiver, a moan leaping from her throat, and she knew she was on the verge of no return.
"You trust me, baby?" Jake asked between pants, and Neytiri frantically nodded, certain of his motives. He's made her feel amazing thus far, so she's eager to know just what else he could do.
Jake then connected his lips to her untouched breast and swirled his tongue around her hardened nipple, ripping a surprised cry from Neytiri. "Ahhh..! Ma Jake! Mmn!" she mewled, wrapping her arms around his head and broad shoulders. She was trembling at this point, and her hips felt like jelly with Jake feverishly ramming into them because he kept hitting a spot she didn't know she even had. Each time he pierced it, a suffocating shock fizzled through her nerves…
"Look at me, baby, look at me," Jake urged, balancing on the brink of climax, himself. He sat up slightly, making Neytiri whine with the lack of warmth, but he was soon to make up for it. Reaching down, he felt out her throbbing clit and frantically rubbed at it with his middle finger, lips parted in anticipation.
Just like that, Neytiri was sent soaring.
"Ohhh! Aaahh..! Jake!"
Jake watched her ears swivel as her cute nose and eyebrows scrunched, her mouth flying open to release an ecstatic scream as she came for the first time. It was unlike anything – a white-hot rush of electric pleasure that she could feel from her head to her curling toes. Neytiri never imagined mating could be such an exhilarating experience. She writhed beneath Jake, nails raking against his back and shoulders as he kept rubbing, drawing out the orgasm until she was overstimulated.
He wished he could capture this moment and store it away for eternity.
No words were worthy enough to describe how amazing it felt to make Neytiri experience such things, to watch her come undone from his touch, to hear her announce to the universe that she belonged to him.
Nothing compared.
"There you go… Ohh, fuck… Neytiri… Neytiriii," he groaned, his arousal at its peak after witnessing and feeling her climax through their tsaheylu. He suspended his weight onto the elbow by her head, his other hand gripping her plush hip as he began pounding into her with short, quick bursts. Neytiri helplessly moaned and sputtered below, growing light headed from it all.
The burn of him stretching her to her limit.
The sounds of his groans and pants paired with the lewd squelching and slaps down under.
The tsunami of pleasure that rushed through their bond.
She couldn’t wait to feel his euphoria, too.
Neytiri placed her hands on the sides of his face, forcing him to meet her widened eyes as the tension in his core tightened beyond belief. “Look, ma Jake… Let me… See you,” she managed between jolts.
That was all it took to send him overboard.
Jake’s fierce, golden eyes scorched her own, and he came inside of her with a loud moan, ears flattening. “Fuck – Neytiri!” His thrusts became harsh and uncoordinated as he did, making her sweetly coo and hiss at the friction. After a few more ruts, he stuffed himself deep into her womb, baring his fangs and growling as he pumped every last bit of his hot, thick tendrils inside. It took a couple more seconds for them to come down from the unified high, and once they did, they couldn’t help but smile at each other through their panting.
“You… You okay?” Jake asked, looking into those big, round eyes again, enchanted by their sparkle.
Neytiri responded with a soft, wheezing laugh. “Yes… You, ma Jake?”
“Oh, I’m more than okay, baby,” he replied, chuckling. He stooped down to kiss her tenderly before pressing their slick foreheads together, resting there. Sighing, he said, “I feel amazing. You’re amazing…” Neytiri’s grin broadened at his affectionate words, and they both relished in the mutual bouts of adoration pulsing through their bond.
Neytiri, then realizing she had wrapped her legs around his waist at some point, unfurled them, allowing Jake to carefully slip free from her twitching heat. “Stay there,” he murmured, unwilling to let her lift a finger after all that exertion. With slightly fumbling fingers, he eventually managed to fasten the knots of her loincloth around her hips and tailbase, moving up to replace her top, next, which she greatly appreciated. Only once she was situated did he redress, as well, before laying down behind her and wrapping a strong arm around her waist. His other arm outstretched, acting a pillow for them both, and with a sigh, he relaxed into her, their bodies slotted together perfectly.
“I love you, Neytiri…,” he whispered softly, decorating her nape with kisses.
Neytiri coiled her tail around his thigh, hugging his arms to her as she blushed for the millionth time that night. She had heard the phrase used before – not amongst her own people, but she understood its meaning, pleased to know it was a human equivalent to Seeing someone.
“I love you, ma Jake,” she murmured back, nestling closer to him.
Neither of them knew how long it took to fall asleep, but they both did so to the sound of each others’ grounding heartbeat, surrounded by Eywa’s grace.
Far away, in the cocoon of a link unit, Jake’s paraplegic body blinked awake.
There was no Utraya Mokri.
There was none of Neytiri's warmth pressed against him.
There was no bond merging their minds in otherworldly matrimony.
He was limp in his pod, staring into the dark, turquoise grooves of its shell. As reality struck him, it felt as if the cage would begin caving in to mutilate him, ripping his head off his body and out of the clouds.
Had he really gone that far? To merely forget just what the fuck he was? He loved Neytiri; nothing could convince him otherwise, but did having that much fun make the fact that he was just a human piloting a cross-bred Na'vi slip his mind? That he had orders? Shoes to fill?
Christ.
What the hell are you doing, Jake?