Chapter Text
You had been out in the field for a few weeks before Ardmore had called Project Phoenix back into the base for a new plan. Apparently a Samson had been tracked flying out to a group of islands, which could mean that Sully had gone there. So now the team's mission was to search these islands. You would get sent out tomorrow to a whale-hunter ship, the sea dragon. The Pandoran equivalents to earth's whales were called Tulkun, as you had been told.
But that wasn't important to you right now, you had been told by the Colonel to grab another Recom to go check on and prepare the Ikran for tomorrow's flight before going to dinner. Walking through the corridors heading to the tarmac, where the team had landed and left the Ikran at, you came across Wainfleet, Prager and Mansk. You stopped a second, greeting them all, and then grabbed the tall, quiet Mansk by the arm, dragging him with you without much force.
"We're gonna feed the Ikran and get them ready for tomorrow, Private!"
He didn't protest, just followed your lead. You let go of his arm, noticing that he was still clad in full gear, not even his sunglasses had been removed despite being inside. You wondered how he was surviving these tropical temperatures in the long-sleeved camo blouse, hell he even wore gloves. At least he got rid of the combat boots a while ago like all of you, even though he had kept the pants as long as they were from the start.
You yourself wore only a tank top, your dogtags and the comms around your neck, the pants were cut off above your knees. It was the only comfortable way in this heat for you. He must've noticed your eyes on him, because he seemed to blush lightly, the skin under his shades tinted a light purple. You decided to simply ask him.
"Aren't you hot in all these clothes?"
You couldn't quite make out his expression, eyes concealed by the glasses as always, but he answered your question, even if it were just a few words.
"No, I'm fine, I'm used to it."
You shrugged, it wasn't your place to prod any further if he wouldn't explain more. Maybe it had something to do with body dysmorphia. A lot of the Recoms had a hard time coming to terms with being blue, especially when you had fought anything blue before. The body of the enemy was now yours, ironically. You became what you despised, that's what you had heard some of the others say. You yourself were rather comfortable by now in this body, but everyone was different after all.
From the corner of your eyes you noticed how he opened the upper button of the blouse nevertheless, probably thinking you wouldn't notice. You did though.
You said nothing, looking towards the door you were approaching. Putting your rebreather away on one of the hooks next to the air-sealed door you waited from Mansk to follow before you opened the airlock leading outside to the tarmac.
Closing the second door behind you breathed in the Pandoran air, the sun warm on your skin. You already heard the call of the Ikran, awaiting you already. Smiling, you walked the last few meters to them, spotting your own among the others and went to pet him. He was a young male, he hadn't been an adult for too long you could tell, but he was doing great. You grinned as he cawed at you, expecting attention and some food. Going over to the container the RDA had provided with food for the new rides of their Recoms she had the attention of all eight Ikran on her.
You got some of the food out, handing Mansk some, and headed back to feed them. Usually the Ikran were said to not be social with other Na'vi than their rider, but somehow you and Mansk were liked or at least tolerated by all of them. Even Cupcake, the Colonel's Ikran, let you feed and touch her. And she was the moodiest of them all.
The two of you checked the gear, if the saddles were okay and if anything was missing. As Mansk bent down to check the content of one of the bags on his Ikran you saw something black stand out against his blue skin under the fabric of the clothes. It couldn't be his comms, that device was strapped around your necks on a higher point. You kept an eye on it, hoping to catch another glimpse of it. And you did.
He must've thought that it would still be hidden or that you wouldn't notice. But around his neck, under the clothes, was a collar. A simple, black leather collar with a loop for a leash. Damn.
You wouldn't have thought that he'd be hiding this all the time, but apparently the quiet, unapproachable soldier had a kinky side. You were thrilled to have found out about it. And you wanted to know more.
When you were done with everything and heading back to where you came from, you rounded a corner you knew had no surveillance cams on it and stopped. Mansk also stopped, giving you a confused look, opening his mouth to ask. But before a word could leave his mouth you grabbed the collar of his camo blouse, backing him up against the wall, and pulled it down to reveal the leather collar hidden underneath.
He immediately blushed, his cheeks tinting a deep purple as his breath sped up. His ears folded down and one hand grabbed your arm weakly. You smirked at his reaction, liking how embarrassed he was.
"What the hell, Mansk? Do you enjoy going outside with this shit around your neck?"
You teased him, raising an eyebrow as he started to hyperventilate, your tail swishing behind you as you enjoyed this situation.
"C-could you please not tell anyone…?"
He asked, his voice trembling. It was like music in your ears. You purred with delight as he squirmed under your unwavering grip. He wouldn't get away too easily, you decided.
"What would you do for that…?"
You watched him, the tension growing with every second. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard before finally giving you an answer.
“A-anything…”
He whispered, so quietly that you didn’t quite understand what he said at first.
“I can’t hear you… you’ll have to speak louder than that…”
Tugging on his collar you heard his breath hitch as you didn’t back down. He repeated his answer, in a louder voice now, but it was still shaky. Your purr got louder, your tail swished lazily behind you as the man in front of you seemed ready to pass out from embarrassment, seeing how worked up and flustered he was.
“Oh I’ll find something you can do… be at my quarters at twenty two hundred hours, and come prepared…”
“Y-yes, Ma’am.”
You chuckled, liking the sound of the title.
“Good boy.”
A tiny whimper escaped him at the praise and you made a mental note to yourself about it. You gave the collar one last tug before letting go, simply walking away. Smirking to yourself, knowing that his knees were probably jelly right now you re-entered the base, humming as you grabbed your rebreather again and headed back to the Colonel to report to him that you had finished your task.
Quaritch was just done with his paperwork, so he accompanied you on the way to the mess hall, talking with you about the mission that lay ahead of the team. You wondered where the human boy was, having grown accustomed to him being around over the past weeks. Just as you finished the thought, he came around the corner, accompanied by Wainfleet, who was talking to Z-Dog, and knowing the two, you guessed that they were probably gossiping about someone.
Behind the three the rest of the Recoms followed, including Mansk who appeared to have gotten his composure together again and was listening to something Ja was telling him so he didn’t notice you immediately. Spider caught up to you and Quaritch, looking up to you to ask you something in Na’vi. You had paid a lot of attention when he had tried to teach the Recoms the language over the past few weeks, so you could converse with him pretty good by now. Much to Quaritch’s annoyance, whose ears flicked as he only understood parts of what the two of you were saying.
“I heard that we’ll be going on a ship tomorrow?”
The boy asked, apparently he hadn’t been briefed about the mission yet. You nodded, answering in Na’vi to improve your pronunciation and to mess with the others.
“Yes. Since it’s the reefs we are headed to, they decided that a ship would be a good base to operate from.”
Spider thanked you for letting you know, switching to casual small talk now, asking how the Ikran were and such. You felt the other's eyes on the two of you as they tried to follow the conversation. It was Lyle who gave up first and threw his hands in the air, exasperated at not being able to understand possible gossip.
“Just what the hell are you two talking about? Speak English, not your weird-ass tree-hugger language!”
You just laughed, turning around to give him an answer that he probably wouldn’t understand either.
“You should’ve paid more attention if you want to know, skxawng.”
In the background you saw Mansk try to hide a smile at your words, which indicated that he understood what you were saying. So he had paid attention to Spider as well. You locked eyes on him, pleased as you saw his tail go rigid, a blush appearing on his cheeks before he looked away, flustered again.
Lyle was now sulking and you took pity on him, switching back to English as you reached the mess hall. Everyone got themselves a tray with whatever mush they were serving the Recoms again and sat down at their usual table. Many eyes followed the eight Recoms and the human boy accompanying you. You could feel the disgust and sometimes even hate in their glances.
It made your ears pin back, tail swishing annoyed, but you weren’t the only one, Lopez and Z reacting similarly, especially as some ogled you and Z as the two female Recoms in a very unpleasant way. You wanted to snarl at them, but fought the urge and sat down between Z-Dog and Mansk instead, Lyle sitting across you. Latter was still pouting as he dug into the unidentifiable mass they called food.
“Oh come on, Lyle, you can’t just be forever mad just because you couldn’t understand us talking about the Ikran. You didn’t miss out on anything, don’t worry.”
He huffed, still moping slightly. You shrugged, turning your attention to Z-Dog instead who was talking about some training method she and some of the boys had tried earlier. While listening an idea crossed your mind and you moved your tail under the table, wrapping it around Mansk’s ankle, the tip slipping under the fabric of his pants. You felt him tense next to you but you kept your eyes on Z, just moving the tip up his leg.
You could swear that you heard a tiny hitch in his breath and grinned internally. This was gonna be fun, if he was already getting flustered this easily. You continued the teasing for a while, by the time you had finished your dinner you could see how tense he was by the way he grabbed his fork, knuckles shining white through the blue skin. Letting go of his leg you stood up with your tray, wishing the others a good evening as you excused yourself, saying that you wanted to go to the gym for a few hours.
Seeing that it was actually only nineteen hundred hours now, you had plenty of time on your hands until your little meeting with Mansk. So when Z-Dog asked if she could join you, you agreed. Lyle, who had finally stopped sulking also joined the two of you, he’d always be down for a good round of lifting. The three of them occupied the Recom gym, which was empty anyways at this time and got to work out. Besides the occasional chatter they rather focused on the work out itself, even if your thoughts drifted away after a while as you were running on the treadmill for a few miles.
You caught yourself thinking about what you could do with Mansk later, wondering which other kinks he might be hiding. Praise kink was for sure, you had noticed that earlier already out on the tarmac.
He was submissive, so maybe bondage? Breathplay? The collar seemed to be perfect for that. Caught up in your mind you didn’t hear Lyle talking to you. Only when a hand suddenly touched your shoulder you stopped running, stopping the band and turning to hiss at whoever dared to disturb you. Lyle took a step back, hands defensively in the air. You noticed what you had done, freezing on the spot before apologizing to him.
“Fuck, I’m sorry, you startled me.”
“No, it’s fine, it was my fault, I shouldn’t have just touched you.”
You shook your head, silently protesting again, but said no more, waiting for what he wanted from you.
“I just wanted to ask you if you wanna go with us to the bar later? A few of the squad are going.”
“Nah, I’m sorry but I have some reports to finish before we’re going out again, so I’ll be busy…”
A lie, but it was necessary in the moment. Lyle accepted your answer, giving you a smile of sympathy and pity. He hated paperwork and reports as well, he avoided them like the plague. After a bit more chatting and training you checked the clock. 2115 hours already, damn? You excused yourself to your room as you wanted to take a shower after the workout.
Notes:
I'm sorry for the ones who already knew about me writing this, I promise the smut part is coming soon, AO3 just pressured me that it'd delete my draft lmao
So I decided to post it in two parts, I hope you all enjoy it nevertheless.
Chapter 2
Summary:
Smut.
That's all I have to say 🫡
Notes:
So I've finally finished this chapter and am more than happy to post it!
Thanks to everyone for waiting and I hope you enjoy it!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Stepping out of the shower half an hour later you felt relaxed, drying your hair off, then braiding it neatly again, so it wouldn’t bother you. It took its time, but you got faster every time now. Just as you put on a tanktop and some sweatpants you heard a knock on your door. Checking the clock again you saw that it was exactly 2200 hours. Good boy.
You moved to open the door, revealing a nervous seeming Mansk. With a smirk on your lips you pulled him inside, checking the hallways if someone was around, but it was empty. Good. Closing the door behind you, you turned around to face the other Recom again. You let your eyes wander over him, he was still dressed in the usual military attire, but he seemed slightly disheveled already. He seemed to shrink under your gaze, his ears flattened against his skull, a blush blooming on his cheeks.
After a short while, which felt like eternity to him, you finally took your eyes off him again, stepping further into your quarters towards where the enormous bed was positioned. You sat down, waiting for him to awaken from the momentary rigor he was in. It seemed like he was slightly overwhelmed with the situation.
“Come here.” You patted the covers next to you, gesturing to him to come over and sit down. He moved almost immediately, a bit to your surprise, but his ears perked up again as he followed your order, moving to where you were sitting. Seemed like he just needed a guiding hand. You could work with that. The mattress dipped next to you as he sat down, a brief expression flickering over his face that you couldn’t quite read. Your tail moved behind you, swiftly brushing along his, making the tip of his ears turn purple, just like his cheeks.
“So you mean what you said earlier? You’re willing to do anything so I’ll keep my mouth shut?”
He nodded violently, only for you to catch his chin between your fingers, holding it gently but firm. “Use your words baby…” You scolded him, fishing the sunglasses from his nose, putting them aside. Mansk seemed so young without them, like a whole other person. Swallowing heavily he held your gaze this time.
“Yes… yes I mean it.” “Good. Cus you’ll have to earn it.”
Something flickered in his eyes as you said that, and his usual scent seemed to be changing ever so slightly. “I will.” He almost whispered, his eyes fleeing your intense gaze as you were still holding him at the chin. Mansk could have escaped the grip easily, but he didn’t want to.
“Alright, then show me. Get this blouse off, I wanna see that collar around your pretty neck.” You let go of him, leaning back as he starts to remove his camo blouse, revealing the smooth cerulean skin underneath. The broad leather collar sat snugly around his neck. Hooking your finger into the loop of it you pulled him closer to you. Leaning down, you whisper into his ear, your breath brushing over the sensitive shell of the Na’vi ears, making him shiver.
“So pretty… and it’s all mine…” His breath hitched in response, his body reacting to your actions, having him lean closer to you. But you pushed him away instead, making him end up on his back on the bed, his amber eyes watching your every movement, as you crawled over him, sitting down on his thighs. Your tail lazily curled around his leg, pushing under the seams of the trousers, the fluffy tip touching his leg, light as a feather.
A twitch was the answer his body gave, seemingly sensitive to every touch, even if it was just so small. Mansk appeared to be quite touch-starved, and you were going to use that to your advantage. You’d make him writhe in pleasure, until he’d beg for you to stop. A smirk appeared on your face and you ran your hands up his bare torso, feeling every inch of the skin, tracing the small glowing dots and the stripes on his body. With great satisfaction you noticed the goosebumps that were following your fingers and the tiny, nearly inaudible whimpers and whines that were leaving him.
He already looked a bit disheveled, his cheeks and ears tinted purple, his eyes glazed over with want, lips parted as these little gasps left him. Finally using your nails you scratched lightly over his sides, trailing back up to his chest again, and he whined at the sensation. This turned quickly into a moan though as you discovered the sensitivity of his nipples.
Brushing over them, softly, testing the waters, you relished in his reaction and pinched them carefully. He arched his back towards you as you teased them further, until they were perking up and every slight brush against them made Mansk shiver and groan.
When your attention finally turned away from his chest again, you noticed the bulge in his fatigues. His cock was straining against the fabric, so hard it must be painful. With a cruel smile you moved your hips forward until you could grind your clothed sex against his dick. The sound he made at the contact was ungodly, a shameless moan as his hips bucked up at the friction. It was a delicate mix between pain and pleasure that had him crying out for more.
“No. Not yet.” With a firm grip you held his hips down, grinding against him one more time before sliding back again. The whine he gave was utterly pathetic, so fucking needy. You grinned. It’d be easy to get him where you wanted him. And you couldn’t wait to do it.
Slowly unbuckling his belt, sliding the pants down his legs, you revealed his boxers, a quite large precum stain already adorning the front. Tossing the fatigues to the blouse, you move back up again, but not without sliding your hands up his legs in the movement. He shivered as you reached his thighs, softly caressing the insides of them until you reached the hem of his underwear again. Removing your fingers from his skin you took a moment to look at him.
He was on his back, legs stretched out, his face flushed as he looked up at you with half-lidded eyes. His boxers were straining with how hard he was and his breath was getting more labored from minute to minute as he was squirming under your gaze. A hot mess already, and you had barely started.
“What should I do with you, hm?” You asked him, while grazing his clothed tip with a single finger. Mansk whole body twitched at that and he made a strangled gasp, his hips bucking into the air.
“It- it’s your decision, Ma’am.” His breath hitched as you repeated your action. “Fuck me, play with me, use me, please… have your way with me…”
The dark smile appearing on your face made him shudder with anticipation. “Alright, if you’re asking so nicely…”
Mansk whined as you in fact started to play with him, moving up again, redirecting your attention to his chest again. Tugging, twisting, twirling the little nubs between the tip of your fingers as he was mewling under the touch, squirming as it became too much. Tears were glistening in the corner of his eyes, his hands clawing useless on your back, leaving a few scratches on your skin, but not deterring you in your doing.
A thought crosses your mind and you let go of his nipples, moving away from the bed, grabbing the pair of cuffs from your closet. Mansk’s gaze followed your every movement, eyes never leaving you. They gleamed with something indescribable as you stalked back over to where he was lying. Grabbing his hands you brought them up together over his head and cuffed them to the bed frame, rendering them useless for the moment.
He struggled a bit under you against the restraint as you held yourself up with one hand, using the other to tug the collar down a bit, so you’d have better access to his neck, and latched onto it. Sucking some marks into the delicate skin of his neck, you felt the strangled moan he let out reverberate in his throat, as you pushed your leg between his, grinding it against his cock. He moved his hips up, trying to get some more friction, as you sucked particularly hard on one spot.
A sob escaped him, leaving him flustered under your gaze as you finally let go of his throat. The deep purple marks littering the skin under the collar were surely going to be visible for some time, showing everyone that he belonged to someone. They’d be sore for a while, that way he’d be reminded of you every time the collar would scrape over one of them.
Your smile was wolfish, flashing fangs at him, before you leaned in to kiss him. It was messy, teeth clashing together while you pressed your leg onto his crotch again, this time with more pressure. Moans and whines spilled from his lips, muffled by the mouth on his. When you pulled back again he was looking at you, eyes half-lidded and desperate, pleading silently that you’d do something, tear streaks on his cheeks and his lips swollen and shining with spit.
“Such a pretty slut.”
His cock twitched against your thigh as you said that, and he gasped. “…please…”
You raised an eyebrow, leaning back again. “Please what? Gotta be more clear than that, baby…” Basically purring you watched him struggle for words.
“Take it off… touch me… I- I need it, please…” He whined, bucking his hips up again.
“Yeah, I believe you… so desperate already that you’re tryna hump my leg, hm?” Pulling at the hem of his boxers, you waited for his reaction before pulling them down. Mansk nodded, his eyes begging you to pull that last piece of clothing off him.
And you finally did, taking pity on him. His cock sprung up as soon as you slid the boxers down, a few drops of precum sprinkling over his chest with the momentum. Throwing them to the other clothes you leaned down, liking the drops off his chest, leaving a hot trail as you did so, which had Mansk writhe under you again.
You continued to lick and kiss his skin, nipping on it occasionally, leaving small marks on his chest and belly. Then you followed the stripes downwards, leading you to his cock, which was leaking constantly, tip a deep purple from how hard he was. Mansk moaned as you licked down the length, before taking it into your mouth without a warning. A choked sob sounded through the obscene noise as you sucked his dick.
It felt so good, he was already holding on for dear life as you hollow your cheeks around him, taking him completely. You thanked Eywa that Na’vi had no gag reflex as his tip hit the back of your throat as he pushed his hips up again. As payback for that you purred experimentally and it had just the effect you had hoped for.
Mansk threw his head back, moaning loudly as the vibrations shot through his cock. That was already too much and sent him toppling over the edge for the first time that night. He came with a cry of pleasure, hot cum spurting down your throat and you swallowed, overstimulating him in the process as you milked his cock with your mouth, sucking and swallowing around it until there was nothing left for now and he was writhing and whining under you.
“‘s too much, please, Mommy, can’t…” He begged, whimpering as you gave one last suck, releasing his cock from your mouth with a wet plop, licking your lips in delight as you looked down at him. “Oh, you surely can take more baby, Mommy’s gonna make sure of that~”
The new name he called you sent a shiver through your body and you couldn’t wait to wreck him further. Leaning back again you mustered his cock which was already getting hard again. Then something dark caught your eye. Was it…?
You grabbed his legs, pulling them even further apart to get a better view. And indeed, there was a black plug sitting neatly between his asscheeks, stretching that tight hole of his. You pushed against it with a finger, earning you a moan as the plug rubbed against his inner walls in the process. Now he was definitely hard again. What a slut.
A sly smile was on your face as you played with the plug, looking up again to see Mansk’s flushed face, cheeks and ears practically glowing purple now from embarrassment, but his eyes were still clouded with lust as you caught his gaze.
“You really came prepared, good boy.” Praising him you pulled the plug out a few centimeters, hearing his breath hitch and watching his mouth hang open with a gasp as you let it slide back into place.
“Y-yes, ‘cus you told me to do so, Mommy~” Mansk clawed at the sheets he could reach as you pulled the plug out completely, just to push it back in a few seconds later. The second time you did so you pushed two of your fingers inside, quickly adding a third as he was really well prepared already. “Did such a good job, did you think of me when you stretched yourself open with this, hm?”
“I did, yes Mommy, I thought of you, wanted you inside of me…” He babbled, his brain fogged over with want and need. You curled the fingers inside of him as an answer, making him whimper, then sob out in pleasure as your fingers hit his sweet spot. You repeated that movement a few times until his legs were slightly shaking with desperation. Then you stopped, pulling your fingers out again, which had Mansk whine loudly at the loss.
He felt so empty, he needed you inside again, he just opened his mouth to protest as he got shushed with a kiss, hands roaming over his chest again, until they were suddenly gone and there was something covering his eyes. You had blindfolded him.
“Shh, trust me, okay?” You softly whispered into his ear, waiting for his reply, a small “yes”, before you removed your hands from him, leaving him without his sight in the dark as you stepped away. He did not see you take off your top and pants, including panties. Instead he felt awfully deprived and vulnerable, which also turned him on somehow. He knew he was totally at your mercy now.
Mansk neither saw where you were, nor could he feel for you. So he was lying there, listening to every small sound you made, surrounded by complete darkness otherwise. You let your eyes rake over his body without shame, taking in every little detail, every little mark you left already tonight, looking for where else you could mark him up.
Then you walked over to your closet, pulling out a sleek black box, which had a small lock on it. Mansk’s ears twitched in your direction as the lock snapped open, revealing the contents of the box to you. You took out two items, a double sided strap-on, colored in the same blue as your skin and a small bottle of lube. Pouring a generous amount of lube into your hand you smeared it across one side of the strap.
You lined up the lubed up side with your soaked pussy, toying with Mansk like this had you dripping in record time, so it went in smoothly, you only gasped shortly as the cold lube came in contact with your heat for the first time. When it was sitting right you fastened the straps of harness with experienced hands, lubing up your silicone cock as well. You quickly wiped the excess lube off your hands on a towel before going back over to the bed where Mansk was still waiting.
It rubbed pleasantly against the walls of your cunt as you walked, causing you to suppress a moan, which instead came out as heavy breath, still getting Mansk’s attention again. He whined, hands straining against his bindings as he wanted to touch you as you settled between his legs again.
Teasing him some more you caressed his thighs, squeezing the soft flesh between your fingers, before you leaned down to place kisses on the sensitive inner side of them. Mansk was whining, bucking his hips in the air, a desperate attempt to get some friction, but there was nothing he could grind into. His neglected cock was flushed a deep purple, leaking on his stomach as you teased him, biting softly in his thigh. He pulled on the cuffs that kept his hands over his head again, he wanted to touch you so badly, but he couldn't. It was driving him insane.
A surprised yelp left him as you grabbed his hips and lifted him up a bit, lining his hole up with your cock. When the tip prodded at his entrance he shivered, whimpering as you slowly started to put in, listening for any noise of complaint from him.
But everything you could hear were little moans and pleased mewls as he was slowly being stretched open by your strap-on. Once you bottomed out you stopped every movement, hands resting on his hips, strap buried deep inside of him while your own cunt clenched around the side resting inside of you.
Mansk’s ears flicked around, clearly confused by the sudden stop of actions. He tried to push himself down on your cock, but was stopped by the cuffs above his head, preventing him from moving down any further. A pathetic whine left his throat as he realized that.
“Please…” He whispered, so quiet you could barely hear it.
“Hm? Can’t hear ya, you gotta speak up if you want something sweety…” You knew what he wanted, but he’d have to work for it. He’d need to beg for it.
“Please… move…” His voice was louder now, but it still wasn’t what you wanted to hear.
“You can do better than that, can’t you princess? Come on, beg for it…” The evil grin in your voice was audible to him, as his cock twitched at your words.
“Fuck me please, Mommy, I need it, I need it so badly… I’m your little slut to use, please fuck me, I can’t take it anymore, fuck me with your cock like the whore I am, I want it, I need it…please…” The words just poured out of him, his voice edging on a desperate tone as he begged for you to fuck him, to give him something, to move.
“That’s it, you're being such a good slut for me, baby~” A moan was punched out of his lungs as you pulled out and thrusted back into him without further warning. On the second time you must’ve hit his prostate, because the cry that left Mansk was pure ecstasy.
His world was shrinking down onto this, becoming one solely focused on the pleasure of being fucked like this, hard and deep, without any mercy, he was drooling as every thrust now hit his prostate, again and again and again. The grip on his hips were the only thing keeping him up, his whole body shaking with the intense sensation you inflicted on him.
Then one hand disappeared, removing the piece of fabric that you had used to blindfold him, and he could briefly see the fiery passion and lust in your eyes, making them glow like embers in the dim light of the room. With the next thrust his vision blurred, his eyes rolling back as he felt like he’d explode soon. His cock was constantly leaking on his stomach, leaving lightly glowing drops and trails going down on the sheets.
You tutted, playfully, and dragged two fingers through his precum. “You’re already making a mess, tsk. I should make you clean this up…” Not slowing down you brought the hand up to his face, grabbing his chin and placing the two fingers in his open mouth. “Suck them clean, whore.” He moaned, a muffled sound around your fingers, and started eagerly licking and sucking on them, while you were shaking his whole body with every thrust.
Mansk whimpered and moaned as he cleaned them, his mind going fuzzy as he felt his second orgasm approaching. “Gonna cum…” He barely managed to bring out the two words, voice muffled by your fingers, as he felt dangerously close to losing his mind.
You also felt your own orgasm building as the strap fucked into you as well with each thrust into Mansk, rubbing against your walls, pressing against your g-spot from time to time just right. “Then come for Mommy…” As soon as these words left your lips, he was spilling across his stomach and chest, his head thrown back in pleasure, going cross eyed, mouth wide open as he cried out while the orgasm ripped through his body. He looked fucking beautiful like this, a pretty mess only for you.
You moved your hand down to the collar, tugging on the loop as you thrust into him one last time before you toppled over the edge yourself with a loud moan. He whined loudly from the overstimulation, but the bliss was greater as he was still shaking with the waves of his orgasm.
Pulling out you decided to give him a small break, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Diving down you started to lap up the cum on his chest, going further up with every lap of your tongue over his hot body. Mansk writhed under you, still reeling in pleasure, his hands weakly pulling at the cuffs again.
With a smirk on your cum-smeared lips you leaned up to kiss him, to give him a taste of himself. He moaned shamelessly as your tongue plunged into his mouth, the kiss demanding and possessive. When you pulled back again his pretty lips were swollen and spit-coated, his eyes heavily hooded and glazed over with lust, unfocused as he tried to look at you.
He was so beautiful to wreck.
"Think you can do another round?"
You asked him, and he just nodded, nearing a non-verbal state. But you were determined to make him say what he wanted.
"What did we say… Use your words baby…"
"Y-yes…f-fuck me again Mommy…"
His voice was rough and shaky as he finally answered, and there was a desperate edge to it. Good.
Without saying anything further you grabbed him by the waist, flipping him onto his stomach. He gasped in surprise. Reaching up you detached the cuffs from the bed frame, leaving his hands bound on the sheets over his head, watching as he propped himself up on his elbows to turn his head around and look at you.
"Present for me slut…"
Mansk whined at the title but obliged as fast as he could, pushing his ass up in the air, tail curling on his back, showing his puckering hole to you. Remembering something you moved one hand to the collar, turning it on his neck until the metal loop was facing you again. Perfect.
"You're so pretty like this, do you know that?"
You didn't wait for any kind of reply, hands grabbing his thighs as you bent down to eat him out. The moans that left him were whorish as your tongue entered his tight little hole, twitching as you tongue-fucked him for a while. When stopping and moving back a bit again his cock was drooling onto the sheets, a little puddle already forming underneath him.
Squeezing his thighs one last time you lined up your strap with his hole again, pushing in without a warning. A small scream left him and you could see a spurt of precum drip into the puddle.
Your hands found their way to his narrow waist, holding onto it as you started to pound away into him again. His arms were shaking after a few minutes and with each thrust you expected them to give in. When they finally did and his chest was pressed onto the bed again you removed one hand from his waist, grabbing the collar.
Tugging on it a bit you tested the waters, grinning with satisfaction as he moaned loudly as you thrusted into him while cutting off his air supply a bit.
"Mommyyy-"
He whined and moaned as you continued with this tactic. It didn't take too long until he was just a drooling, fucked out mess, unable to form a sentence, only moaning his mommy's name over and over again as you pounded into him relentlessly from behind, pulling on the collar while his chest was pressed into the mattress, ass up in the air, and choking him in the progress.
What a lovely sight. With every moan and whine spilling from his lips you felt your orgasm approaching, just as he tried to say something.
"M'gonna… gonna cum~"
The words came out choked, tears spilling from his eyes as they rolled back from the pure bliss he was in. Saying nothing you just sped up a bit, ramming deep into his prostate. The scream that left his lips as he came was near animalistic. You came with him, your cunt spasming around the strap as he was shooting thick ropes of cum onto the sheets.
Letting him ride out his orgasm you continued to lazily fuck into him until he whined from overstimulation. Carefully you pulled out once again, hands still on his waist guiding his shaking body to lay on his side, avoiding the cum puddle underneath him.
"Such a mess…"
You clicked your tongue, getting up from the bed to remove your strap. A quiet moan slipped past your lips as you pulled the toy out of your pussy. When you turned back you were slightly surprised to find that Mansk had turned around and was now licking up the mess he had made.
"Oh such a good boy!"
You praised him, moving back over, carding your hand through his hair as he cleaned off the sheet. When he was done he looked up to you again, a cum-drunk expression on his face, smiling hazily at the praise you were giving him.
Sitting down again you watched as he shuffled over to you, his hands still cuffed together.
"Let m' take care 'f you…"
He mumbled, holding out his hands for you to free him. You released his wrists and were surprised as he pushed you onto your back, straddling your lap.
Mansk then leaned down to bury his face in your pussy, licking and sucking at it as if his life was depending on it. Relentlessly he lapped at your cunt, getting drunk on your juices. His hands were softly grabbing onto your thighs as his whole body still felt sluggish from coming three times already. But he was desperate to please you himself, so he didn't back down, every moan and groan that left you encouraging him further.
You held his head with one hand as he ate you out to his heart's contents, fingers sliding through the short hair.
"I'll cum baby…"
The soft warning was only fuelling him more, as he latched onto your clit, sucking on it until your climax came crashing down on you. With a small cry you felt yourself gushing around his talented tongue and he was drinking it all up.
His chin was smeared with your juices as he came up again, totally pussy-drunk as he crawled up, collapsing on your chest. Looking down you saw that he was hard once again, his cock dripping pathetically as he whimpered when it brushed against your thigh. The stamina of the Recoms or Na'vi in general really was something else.
"Want me to take care of that? I'll be gentle, I promise baby…"
He just nodded tiredly and you accepted it this time, reaching down and wrapping a hand around his length. Mansk whined as your rough hand encircled his sensitive cock, weakly bucking into your hand nevertheless.
You were gentle as promised, your slicked up hand gliding up and down his shaft with a gentle pressure applied, thumb grazing over the slit occasionally, eliciting a moan from him every time you did that.
It didn't take long for him to come, spilling over your fist with a quiet whine, everything was getting too much now, tears swimming in his eyes again.
You wiped your hand on the sheets, they were ruined anyways, and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead before letting go of him for a moment, just to get a towel to clean him up. Mansk whined as you left him on the bed, but you returned only seconds later, wiping his body and your own clean with careful hands, before climbing back in bed, tossing the towel aside.
Pulling him into your arms properly you softly caressed and touched him, reassuring him and praising him for doing so well for you. Curled into your side he slowly drifted into a deep slumber, feeling safe in your embrace.
You watched him sleep in your arms for a few more minutes until your own eyes grew heavy and you were falling asleep.
Notes:
I've finished this chapter shamelessly on a plane, so with this I'll sign out for the next week and be on vacation!
See yall in the comments or in the next fic! 🤍
- Tìyora'
DenDragon14 on Chapter 1 Fri 23 Jun 2023 02:08AM UTC
Comment Actions
Detroit leo (deoleonard700) on Chapter 1 Fri 23 Jun 2023 08:36PM UTC
Comment Actions
faunsnoctuary on Chapter 1 Sun 25 Jun 2023 09:54AM UTC
Comment Actions
faunsnoctuary on Chapter 2 Mon 24 Jul 2023 08:59PM UTC
Comment Actions
DenDragon14 on Chapter 2 Tue 25 Jul 2023 08:53PM UTC
Comment Actions
Quarfield on Chapter 2 Thu 18 Apr 2024 05:56PM UTC
Comment Actions