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malereadermaniac · 5 months

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Betrothed ~ Alpha FireLord Zuko x Omega male reader

Even after his father had been overruled, Zuko couldn't experience true freedom; bound by his duty as firelord Part of that duty was of course, as an Alpha, to find a mate and continue the lineage of the fire nation But when the firelord is brought a familiar face by the royal matchmaker, he's put at ease word count: 3.1k Sfw & Nsfw / MDNI ~ amab m!reader / FDNI

Zuko felt uncomfortable - both physically and emotionally. Physically, the firelord was uncomfortable from the head to toe firelord get-up; his advisors insisting he wears traditional Alphan fire lord clothing to his matchmaking appointment. He was deemed one of the luckiest men in the world, an Alpha born into not only wealth but royalty, but those blessings came with their own limitations. Zuko wanted to choose his partner, he wouldn't care of their secondary gender or status, the alpha just wanted the real love he had been deprived of all his life - and that was the root of his emotional discomfort. But nonetheless, as FireLord, he had a duty to his people and his honor, so Zuko was willing to go through with whatever was about to come.

As the matchmaker walks into the arranged meeting room, Zuko's nerves turn 10 fold - but he, of course, doesn't let that show, a simple chill running up his spine instead. He watches as the evidently Beta woman places down her folder and a packet of scent patches, sneaking a peak at her notes when she opens her folder; many graphs of scent compatibility catch Zuko's eyes along with his profile, clearly this woman takes her job seriously. After the matchmaker introduces herself, she hands out scent patches to any Alphas or Omegas in the room, allowing for Zuko to only be able to smell his soon-to-be mate and as to not overwhelm the Omega - afterwards, the woman starts to give a brief rundown of what will occur. Zuko listens attentively as he fidgets with his fingers beneath the table: the omega will walk in, she will read his brief information, the two will greet and scent each others wrists, if Zuko accepts the Omega then any advisors and herself will leave the room for the two to talk. It felt like the woman was talking forever, the FireLord's heart beating quicker and quicker by the second, but once she finally stopped, Zuko's head snapped to look at the door as the matchmaker stood up to let his future mate into the room. The last thing Zuko expected to see was his childhood friend - you, (y/n) (l/n).

"(Y/n)?!" Zuko stutters out, going to stand up but his advisors easing him to sit back down

"Ah! Zuk-..." you stopped yourself when you saw the matchmakers face, procedures had to be followed to a tee according to her. You make you way to the table Zuko was sat at and bow with grace

"FireLord Zuko, it's an honor"

Holy shit, your voice had such an immense effect on Zuko, the title of FireLord rolling off of your tongue perfectly. You were dressed in traditional clothing, ridiculously adorned with fire nation accessories, the sleeves of your clothing long enough to cover your hands as you nod and bow - you looked enthralling. Zuko had never seen you in this light, his contact with you having been cut before your secondary gender had shown itself, but man, did you really grow into a full Omega. Your scent was surprisingly the last thing the Alpha had noticed, but once he took a note of it, it was all the man could think of; a soft smell of flowers and cotton, it reminded Zuko of the happy portion of his childhood, but most of all it made his inner Alpha flare up like mad. The matchmaker starts to read off your information as you sit down in front of the royal, the both if you fighting smiles.

"(Y/n) of the affluent fire nation family of (L/n). Overall healthy with a blood type and astrological match with the FireLord. Most importantly, a 98% match between their pheromones. His fire bending is passable, but he passed top of his class in fire-healing. He has etiquette training, cooking, cleaning, and even medicinal skills as well as a fertility of 0.7 - one of the highest in the nation."

You cringed at all of your personal, embarrassing details were read off and watched as Zuko's advisors checked off on their little clipboards - but all of your negative emotions vanish when you catch Zuko's eyes, the warm smile on his face putting you at ease immediately. His scent was not only calming and anything but overwhelming, but it also felt like it was perfect for you, it was like gold was running through your veins every time you took a breath. The two of you snapped out of your infatuated dazes from the matchmaker coughing to draw attention. Zuko's advisors mumbled amongst themselves and then one whispered to Zuko, which resulted in a smile from the handsome Alpha which was followed by a nod - then, the next thing you knew, Zuko was holding out his wrist.

"May I scent you, (y/n)?" Zuko asked, initiating the scenting with his voice smooth like silk. You immediately agree and rub the scent gland on your wrist against Zuko's, your muscles instantly fully relaxing as his scent sticks to your gland. The two of you watch as all surrounding people leave the two of you alone and sit in a brief silence; that is until Zuko softly breaks it. Usual small talk turns into friendly catching up, Zuko interested in your life after the two of you were forced apart by life - you'd both talked about missing and thinking about each other and how you'd even witnessed Zuko's Agni-kai with his father. Over the half an hour that the two of you talked, your hands slowly crept closer together until Zuko's strong hand had its slender fingers intertwined with yours. Just before his advisors interrupted the two of you, Zuko had asked a question that shocked you

"Do you want to be my mate?"

Zuko knew the two of you had no choice in the matter, but because of his history with you, his previous and current soft-spot for you, he would want anything but to keep you in a forced relationship for his own benefit. After a short silence, a soft nod from you put Zuko's heart at ease; but that peace was only shortly lived until his advisors walked in and had you two follow along, the life of royalty barely giving the Alpha a chance to breathe. The two of you walked behind Zuko's head advisor, his other few trailing behind you both - and even they couldn't help but notice how right you two looked walking next to one another. After being escorted to your new shared bedroom, Zuko's advisors planned to take Zuko away to further discuss your relationship; however a wrench had been thrown into their plans when Zuko immediately disagreed, demanding that a discuss that surrounds you should include you. The way that the Alpha stood up for you made you beam internally, a small smile making its way onto your face, and with no room for argument, you left the room with Zuko and his advisors towards the meeting room. Passing by the throne room, the two of you notice some workers build you a throne as they did for Zuko - those advisors work really quick it seems - the both of you take into account how Zuko's is taller and positioned just a little higher than yous...

"We propose that the wedding happens by the end of the month" the lead advisor begins the discussion. The scene isn't necessarily foreign to you, your father having you sit in on meeting with the previous FireLord in this very room, a large table sits in the middle of the room, Zuko is positioned at the head with you next to him (kneeling in the floor) as his advisors sit at the opposite end.

"Isn't that a little too soon? Can't we have it by the end of the year?" Zuko argues, clearly not wanting to rush a delicate process

"One month is quite generous already, Lord Zuko... You must pull your nation together, a royal wedding is the type of celebration you need - the sooner the better, ten months is far too long" another advisor pops up

"One month isn't even enough time for me to properly court (y/n)" Zuko fights back, a calm demeanor on his face as he looks towards you and smiles

"My Lord, the Omega isn't the priority at this point in time, keep in mind you also need to provide an heir" the main advisor explains

"An heir? I understand the wedding, but the throne will receive an heir when the two of us so wish!" Zuko's tone shifts, clearly offended at the suggestion that your purpose in this marriage is to pop out pups

"Why don't we compromise to five months?" You pipe up, fidgeting with your sleeves as you look at the advisors

A short silence fills the room

"Don't speak during meeting, Omega" one of Zuko's advisors says to break the silence. All of then were thinking it, he was just stupid enough to say it

"I beg your pardon? Leave" Zuko demands, his tone devoid of emotion, and when the advisor protests, one look towards his guards has them remove the advisor from Zuko's meeting room.

"U-Uhm- Five months is acceptable, thank you" the lead advisor acknowledges your point, the first time you'd even been looked in the eyes by one of Zuko's trusted men

After the awkward meeting that surrounded your near and far future, the rest of your day reflected the whirlwind prior, sorting out royal duties and meeting Palace staff. But as the sun began to set and you made your way back to your room, Zuko stopped you

"Yes, my Lord?" You ask, looking up into Zuko's eyes with soft, tired eyes

"Y'know you can just call me Zuko..." the alpha blushes, the title really affecting him only when it came from your soft lips

"Haha... sorry, guess my training really did work" you chuckle

"Hmhm... was it really that intense?" Zuko asks as he starts to walk with you to the royal bedroom

"I mean... if you'd say 4 hours of etiquette training and 3 hours of learning how to please an Alpha a day is intense then yeah" you say with a sly smirk, the sarcasm in your voice evident

"Wow... I didn't even know... I've only ever had the regular royalty lessons" Zuko mumbles, closing the door behind you

"Yeah... even if I come from an affluent family, my secondary gender makes me get treated like a mutt" you say with a smile

"Well I promise you... I won't let that happen around here if I can help it." Zuko says sincerely, holding your hand in his firmly. The sweet gesture makes you blush, your words failing to come out of your mouth; your scent glands running rampant from receiving basic respect for once in your life! After a few minuets of silence, looking into each others eyes while blushing and breathing in each other's scents, Zuko suggests the two of you get to bed. You have to rip your eyes away from the Alpha as he let's his hair down, stripping off his heavy attire to his bare chest.

"Ah! Sorry! I'll step into the bathroom if you need" Zuko says with a worried look on his face as your insane scent snaps him out of his thoughts; your blushed face and eyes fixed on his toned body really giving away that your instincts were taking over.

"No! Sorry! Oh my, I'm so sorry!" You shout, tearing your eyes away and turning around embarrassed. Zuko chuckles and continues to change, but the same ordeal repeats when you begin to change - however, it was even more intense as the Alpha was practically drooling at the sight of your bare skin.

Sleep was very needed after such a chaotic day, and after a chaotic week, and a chaotic month. At some point, Zuko asked for your permission to court you, proposing with the crown given to the FireLord's mate; and of course, you agreed. Life started to seem less chaotic after that. Zuko would shower you with gifts every day and ensure to spend at least 4 hours a day with you, taking you out on dates to prestigious restaurants and on smaller dates in the Palace Gardens; it was enjoyable, it was the secondary school experience the two of you never had, having either been in private tutoring or single gender private school. It was also very evident that the two of you had never had your firsts in everything, of course, because of valid reasons; Zuko had been exiled near the time his secondary gender had come through! And you were under strict orders to stay untouched until you were mated, being collared for most of your life. But still, it was very evident that you two were massive virgins.

Point A: When Zuko proposed to court you with the priceless, beautiful artifact of the Royal family, you hugged him. The way that the Alpha turned red within seconds, his pheromones suffocating you, Zuko desperate to keep you in his touch as he scented you. It was clear that the young FireLord had never had even physical contact with an Omega.

Point B: The first kiss that the two of you shared. On a small picnic date in the gardens of the Palace under the moonlight a month into the alpha courting you, Zuko asked to kiss you. And holy shit when he did, the two of you were inseparable. Your lips were stuck to Zuko's for an entire half an hour, his tongue devouring your mouth as Zuko was taken over by his inner Alpha, pushing you gently to the ground and hovering above you. Your pheromones and his were running rampant, mixing in the air to make a stunning aroma, your moans were music to the Alpha's ears as your stomach did flips just from kissing Zuko. You could feel how hard Zuko was as he was grinding against you, desperate to feel you, desperate to have whatever he's been craving since he presented. Luckily, some guards stopped the two of you from doing anything that would get you into trouble.

Point C: Zuko is only 20, jealously is understandable. So when Sokka paid a visit to the Palace and required you healing after doing something stupid, Zuko had never felt what he felt in those few minutes. You, seeing another Alpha naked, touching his body to heal him with your fire, you'd never done that for Zuko! His pheromones were sour and his chest hurt, and once Sokka made his way to the guest room and you and Zuko to your own room, the Alpha demanded to know if you were infatuated by his water tribe friend. It was so evident that even seeing someone else's naked body was a high level of intimacy to Zuko, and even to you, it was at the time. But after kissing for the whole night, the Alpha's hands roaming your body gently, his jealousy faded away.

Eventually, the two of you made it official, Zuko's advisors already scheduling the wedding for the end of that week. The nation was ecstatic, hundreds of thousands of people either showed up or read about your wedding and mating to the FireLord. And that night, after finally getting permission from his advisors, Zuko set his eyes on marking you...

That night was intense, and it went on for ages, so here's a brief recap:

Once the two of you were basically locked in your bedroom by your advisors, Zuko decided to initiate

He held you against the door, and after gaining permission from you, looked down into your fucking sexy eyes, held your chin up to him and quickly started to kiss you

The Alpha held your waist and you chin, his tongue dominating you along with his insanely powerful and attractive scent

The two of you made your way to the king-sized bed without breaking the kiss once - Zuko on top of you as he undresses you

Once the two of you were naked, all hell broke loose

Your legs were placed onto the Alpha's broad shoulders, his two slender fingers immediately going to your slick-leaking hole

Moans filled the grand room along with a rich aroma of your scent mixed with Zuko's

You had cum already just from Zuko's fingers, and once he had licked up all of your sweet, sterile cum, Zuko aimed his huge Alphan cock at the entrance of your hole

The two of you went at it for what felt like hours, your bodies covered in sweat and scent glands releasing so many pheromones that they were beginning to liquefy and pool by your glands

Your hole had been stretched long ago, taking the shape of Zuko's huge, veiny dick

Eventually, Zuko couldn't hold back anymore, knotting you and cumming in unison with his Omega - the two of you taking the opportunity to fulfill your duty and mark each other

With that out of the way, the two of you spent the rest of the night making passionate love to one another, pleasuring each other in so many ways that your combined orgasm count for the night was 17! Luckily you two are literally built to have shit tons of sex!

And after that night, the two of you couldn't get enough of each other after finally tasting what you had been missing

For now, you were on the most expensive birth control - pills made in the earth kingdom using natural herbs and minerals that are almost 99% effective at keeping you and Zuko from providing an heir a little too early

So with the worries of pups out of the way, you two would go at it like... well... Alpha and Omega

Heats were insane but well spent with Zuko, the Alpha eating you out and fingering you for and hour minimum, making you orgasm plenty of times before satisfying the burn in your stomach with his huge cock

Zuko's ruts were when shit really hit the fan, his advisors would have to leave the palace and have it guarded for the week it lasted - luckily they were more rare than your heats

In summary, your Chambers walls have seen many things: from you worshiping the Alphan firelords body to Zuko letting you, the light of his life his Omega, ride him like a toy without permission to touch you

And in the future, once you two are ready for pups, Zuko can't wait to be the father he never had - and he knows that seeing you as a dad and care for his pups will further awaken something within him he never knew he had before meeting you

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wheneclipsefalls · 1 year

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Ma Neteyam pt.10

Part 9 Part 11

Summary: Neteyam searches for Kxolo’s breaking point.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Warnings: explicit, daddy kink, stockholm syndrome, power imbalance, possessive behavior, anger, m/m anal, blow job, manhandling, omega/beta/alpha dynamics, overstimulation, honestly just a lot of smut

A/N: Ah this is coming out a lot later than I wanted but oh well, it’s here now! I won’t even tell you the word count but let’s just say there is a reason it took forever. I hope you enjoy. As always, likes, comments, and reblogs are super appreciated. <3

The apparent stiffness between his legs was coming to be considered the new normal for Kxolo. As always, he had his stubborn omega to thank for that. He mused and admired the boy’s determination for the last three days as he continued to find new ways to arouse and frustrate him. However, Kxolo would be lying if he said he did not find Neteyam’s antics entertaining and even borderline adorable. It was difficult for the boy to mask his innocence and inexperience underneath the seductive facade. The hesitation in certain movements or comments were quick to clear away the illusion. The Olo’eyktan basked in those moments.

Unfortunately for Kxolo, Neteyam himself was a walking temptation. No dance of seduction or teasing touches were required to unfurl Kxolo's raging desire.

“I need to bathe.” Neteyam simply stated. A casual timber lingered in his tone but the eyes peeking back at him occasionally as he began removing jewelry told the real story.

Kxolo watched from a relaxed position, spread out on the large rock next to the sparkling lake. His golden eyes happily swept over every curve of the smaller male’s body as he fumbled to get rid of the coverings. He stamped out the rising chuckle building in his throat at the sight of Neteyam’s hesitation when it came time to remove the loincloth. The foretell sign of equivocation was quickly covered by his small smile, an effort to appear unspooled.

Struggling fingers finally managed to undo the knots and let the fabric fall away. As expected, without the last piece of figurative armor, Neteyam’s eyes darted away from the alpha’s gaze. Kxolo, however, was impressed with the boy’s self control at not shrinking away under his ogling. Amusement trickled in as he admired his determination to appear unbothered by his bare form exposed. After bathing with Neteyam for over a month the omega had still consistently blushed and shriveled from his gaze every time he was forced to strip naked. He idly wondered why he would expect Kxolo to believe any of that would magically change overnight.

Still, his naive assumptions settled a strong fondness into the Olo’eyktan’s heart.

His omega was never one to go down without a fight. He had to give him that much.

Shattered sunlight graced the striped expanse of Neteyam’s back as he waded into the water. Naturally, Kxolo found his attention back on the boy’s tempting backside, still sporting a red glow from the punishment. His hindbrain purred at the sight, satisfied that a lesson had been taught. He prayed to Eywa that the burning reminder would serve its purpose. However, there was still so much more work to be done. Neteyam’s stubborn attitude was reaching a peak, one that was slowly driving Kxolo towards the edge.

A learned resistance had built a fortress around the omega’s heart, effectively swaying him towards rebellion to evade vulnerability. The alpha could see it in the striking glares he was sent or the sarcastic comments that were quick to roll off of Neteyam’s tongue. It had been refortified from Lo’ak’s appearance. A fact that had Kxolo’s anger always close to a boil when he thought of the other alpha’s actions.

He is young and upset, just Neteyam’s younger brother. He reminded himself. The phrase had become a familiar mantra, utilized whenever he thought about Lo’ak. It worked as a leash, keeping his innate instincts at bay. Stopping him from lashing out at the younger alpha and consequently pushing Neteyam even further away. Although proving to be a pain in the ass, Lo’ak was not his enemy.

Still, the thoughts always led to Kxolo curling his hand into a fist until crescent shaped marks were left in his palms from the nails.

Neteyam leisurely glided through the water, an obvious sign of increased comfort as the lake concealed his lower half. The glistening reflection of his small body half submerged in the lake finally has Kxolo losing his patience. He stalked into the water, not bothering to spare the effort of removing his own clothing. Neteyam’s ears perk up at the sound of crashing water but it wasn’t until the alpha’s chest hit his back that the boy sucked in a sharp breath. The male was aware of his obvious hard on shifting against the omega’s back but he made no move to conceal his arousal. Neteyam’s bashful expression was too rewarding.

“Allow me.” Kxolo slipped the bottle of soap with ease from Neteyam’s nimble fingers. To the Olo’eyktan’s delight, the boy did not make any attempts to distance himself from the larger body caging him from behind. Lathering his hands with soap, he began to rub and knead the bubbles into his shoulders. Kxolo used a strong grip to pry at the tense muscles till each knot had given way under his fingers.

Neteyam sunk into the feeling, falling back against him with complete surrender. The satisfied rush that ran through Kxolo at these acts of submission always lifted his spirits. He cherished their nights together as the omega inevitably tucked himself into Kxolo’s arms, too tired awake or asleep to deny himself of the blissful feeling. Their bond was one that constantly cinched the two together, innate responses attuned to the presence of the other. Neteyam had kicked up a storm frequently with his words and actions but his body never lied.

“So tense, baby boy.” He mused thoughtfully, voice thick with a sympathetic pout.

“Thanks to your torture.” Neteyam’s voice was a harsh contrast to the relaxed composure that adorned his face, head leant backwards against Kxolo’s chest.

His hands worked their way down from the boy’s shoulders until reaching the soft lines of Neteyam’s chest. The sultry touches that scrapped his nipples elicited a small squeak to sound from his lips. The response sent another rush down towards the alpha’s member.

“You are making this more difficult than it needs to be.” He could feel the omega shiver against him at the smooth tone. He could practically see the string of resolve shaking in the winds. This fight was close to being over, if he played his cards right.

‘I-i don’t see how that’s true when I’ve just been pointing out the benefits of stopping this punishment now.” The words were barely rangled out as Kxolo’s large palms rested themselves heavily on the boy’s pelvic bones. Fingers splayed outwards but just barely restrained from touching his cock.

“Your efforts don’t go unnoticed.” His hands pushed the omega back against him till he could feel the soft curve of his ass imprinting into his own thighs. Images of Neteyam’s arched body as he fucked into him at the mountain clearing infiltrated his thoughts. The euphoric feeling that came from watching his cock sink into his tight hole while his omega blubbered out pure nonsense. He was no stranger to the lustful haze that darkened every thought. Kxolo considered it a miracle he held himself back for so long.

“However, they can not replace what is needed.”

“And what is that?”

“Remorse.” Neteyam stifled under the word. Kxolo watched him diligently, anticipating any movement that would take the boy out of his arms.

“You want me to apologize.” Neteyam weighed each word slowly, as if coming to process what this requirement meant. In return the alpha was careful with his phrasing too.

“I want you to understand why this can’t happen again.” Kxolo was careful to use controlled breaths that kept his tone level and calm. Neteyam was easy to set off. He didn’t want to startle or upset him out of the relaxed state.

“The same reason you didn’t let me wait with Lo’ak. It pisses you off.” Kxolo bit back a growl at the claim. Neteyam was already starting to wriggle out of the embrace. Reluctantly he let the boy from his grasp, watching as he turned sharply to face him with crossed arms.

Disappointment seeped in. There would be no easy way to coax Neteyam into understanding.

“I did that for your own goo-”

“You claim that about everything!” Neteyam’s shout echoed across the clearing. The vibrations boiled deep in Kxolo’s veins as anger threatened to rise to the surface. The infuriated essence drifting from Neteyam made it impossible to use breathing as a calming source. Still, he clung to the wavering control he had left.

“Don’t. Shout.” He punctuated each word with a warning timber. The omega’s posture collapsed slightly under his command, but the determination still shone brightly in his eyes. Chilling silence fell between them as he formulated the proper phrases to explain.

“Neteyam, I know more about you than you think. Including how often you stick your neck out to protect your brother. You were already in enough trouble with me, I didn’t want you facing your father’s anger on top of that.” The ringing truth did little to sway him.

“I’m the oldest. I have responsibilities.” The omega’s ears dropped backwards at the frustrated growl erupting from Kxolo’s chest.

Exasperation was quick to take hold of that anger.

“That does not mean taking every hit that comes your way. I know you care about your family and that is one of the things I admire about you most. You are loyal and brave, but there have to be times where you take care of yourself too.” He put every frustration and concern into the weighted words, hoping to finally ease an understanding from him. The alpha was pained to see how hard the ideals were etched into Neteyam’s being. A rock that constantly sat upon the boy’s shoulders, forever dragging him down with every step.

Eyes zeroed in on the omega’s pinched expression. His scent was a mix of combating emotions, each swelling over top of the others. All of a sudden startled fear overtook the essence and Neteyam’s eyes widened.

“Olo’eyktan!” the voice rippled across the lake from the treeline. Kxolo instantly whipped around to find the source, spotting a younger warrior from the clan.

The boy stumbled into a stop, finally taking in the scene before him. A splash behind his tall frame was the only sound as Neteyam sank into the water for greater modesty. A surge of protectiveness soared through him at the sight of another male around his omega. His naked omega.

The only comfort was the feel of small hands clinging to his back as Kxolo acted as a barrier between the two, shielding him from the other male’s eyes. Inflamed iris glared back at the male pointedly, causing him to shift uncomfortably.

“Not the best timing, brother.” His baritone slithered through the silence, cutting it off harshly.

“Olo’eyktan I-i’m sorry I didn’t know…well no one s-said…” The fumbled attempts at complete sentences swelled an inkling of sympathy in the alpha.

“Spit it out, Tiuha. What did you need?” The tension eased slightly, enough for the male to gather the courage to explain.

“Leynyey needs Neteyam for his festival outfit fitting. She insisted that I get him right away.” He opened his mouth to spew more apologies but a simple shake of the head from the Olo’eyktan assured him it was best to not continue.

“Very well. We will be there soon.”

Tiuha sprinted for the treeline, out of sight within seconds. Although annoyed at the interruption, Kxolo knew it was best to not keep the woman waiting. He still remembered the telling off he got last time for breaking one of the ceremonial garments.

He turned to address his omega, only to find him swimming desperately for the shore. A deep sigh erupted from his lungs.

Conversation over then.

Deep breaths surged through Lo’ak lungs, masked by the gusts of wind racing through the trees. His eyes squinted in concentration, muscles aching at the prolonged period of time spent keeping his bow drawn back. The viperwolf was restlessly digging at the roots, shifting its position every time Lo’ak had a clear shot. He began to wonder whether or not the creature had already subconsciously sensed his presence. Regardless, it had to be the one he ensnared if he was going to make it back before his father noticed his absence.

“I think dad is going to question where that kill came from, skxawng.” Kiri’s sarcastic tone made Lo’ak flinch in surprise. Unsurprisingly, the viperwolf sprinted off into the greenery without a second glance.

His frustrated sigh resonated in the air as he turned to face his sister. Annoyance only grew as he noticed Tuk standing alongside Kiri, bouncing impatiently on the balls of her feet.

“How long have you two been following me?” All hopes of catching a suitable creature were quickly sinking down the drain.

“Long enough.” Kiri replied with a shrug.

“You know, it’s rude to stalk people.” Lo’ak slung the bow around to his back, awkwardly situating the arrows out of the way. It was one of his smaller bows from childhood that didn’t suit his larger frame anymore. It was less than ideal for the task but regrettably was the only weapon he was sure to sneak out without anyone noticing its disappearance.

“Well someone had to make sure you were keeping out of trouble. Which of course you aren’t.” Kiri’s tone was thick with amused reprimanding, but Tuk simply giggled beside her.

“Dad said you aren’t allowed to hunt.” Tuk piped up, chin held high matter of factly. He rolled his eyes at his baby sister. It seemed that Tuk had been on his tail since he had returned, taking his new restrictions as an opportunity to coerce him into being her playmate. The older Sully boy did not particularly mind the distraction, but he had plans to carry out and ones that were not achievable with an eight year old by his side.

“Yeah well if it were up to dad I would be sitting home and regretting my actions all day long, so I’ve decided to spend my time doing something of greater value.” Kiri, as always, was quick to jump in and defend their father but Tuk paid her words no heed, already jumping in to give her own two cents on the matter.

He began the route home when Tuk’s words broke his stride.

“Yeah but I think girls are more interested in jewelry or flowers for gifts than dead animals.” Her voice dance mischievously while skipping behind him.

He braced his features into a cool composure, battling against his elevated heart rate. He turned slowly to look at the small girl. Kiri too watched Tuk with furrowed eyebrows. Neither look swayed the young Na’vi from confidently smirking back at them.

“What are you on about?” He feigned a confused expression. Inwardly his mind raced with thoughts trying to figure out how his eight year old sister had landed right on the truth. The alpha had been discrete upon returning home, never mentioning the petite omega that had his head spinning for days.

“The girl you’re trying to impress.” She threw her small arms in the air, staring back at her siblings as if they were simpletons. He held a tight rein on the subconscious desire to fidget nervously. Confidence became the shield he hid behind, a mocking expression shot back at the younger girl with crossed arms and a wide stance.

“Oh yeah and what makes you think there is some girl, Tuk?”

“You talk in your sleep.” His face dropped at the information, heart plummeting to his stomach. After the escape attempt his father had insisted on him spending the nights back in the family hut, putting his mat in Tuk’s room. Every night had been filled with vivid dreams of Vamai. Her free flowing hair intertwined with various beads and feathers. Her adorable pout shot up at him. The random fidgeting and twirling motions stealing his attention.

His dreams however would transition into darker scenarios, imagining the feel of her soft skin. Her petite body molded against his own larger frame. Completely encompassed in her mouth watering scent. His teeth sinking into the delicate flesh, marking her from head to toe till everyone knew she was his. Her feisty insults turned to the breathless whimper of his name as he sunk into her tight heat.

Most mornings he would wake to find a hardness between his legs poking to escape from his loincloth. The sensuous dreams had been driving him crazy, thoughts only swarming towards a girl he barely knew. Dread coiled in his stomach at the thought of what things his baby sister could have been hearing in the middle of the night. He prayed to Eywa it was nothing too incriminating, or at least jumbled enough that Tuk would be unable to understand.

Excitement bubbled within the small girl as she took Lo’ak’s dumbfounded expression as confirmation. Both hands began to yank on one of his hanging down as she bounded up and and down, legs kicking in the air.

“I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!” The chant finally snapped Lo’ak out of the daze. He desperately tried to mask his heated cheeks with a clear frown and roll of his eyes.

“Is that true?” To his horror, Kiri’s eyes held the same glimmer of amusement as she took in the scene before her. A small smile was yanking the edges of her lips, all forms of anger previously banished.

“Of course not. Tuk’s just making up stories as usual.” He went to turn away and continue their walk home but the small girl held fast with a surprising amount of strength. He stumbled forward into the firing range of his curious sisters. Lo’ak knew a helpless situation when he saw one.

“Stories that have you blushing.” Kiri pointed out. The two giggled in sync, looking back at one another with gleeful excitement. It was a rare delight to catch Lo’ak off guard and even more so to see him show any hints of bashfulness. His brows furrowed as he realized what the rest of his evening was sure to consist of. Denying had already proven to grant him no reprieve.

“Whatever.” The word slipped out lamely, defeat evident in his voice.

“Who is she?” Silence fell between the trio at the question. Matching pair of golden eyes blinked up at him, hungry for any piece of new information. He knew it was the one question that could not be answered. Vamai was from a different clan, a clan that had kidnapped Neteyam no less. Leaking any information concerning his affection could put both of them in serious trouble and more importantly curb any future plans he had of seeing her. Lo’ak was not ready to bring the courtship to an end before it had even started. His skin prickled at the thought of not seeing the omega again.

“I’m not going to tell you.” Lo’ak squared his shoulders, deadpanning his voice into one filled with unyielding authority. As always, his efforts were not rewarded as the girls were used to his unbounding alpha nature. Tuk pouted stubbornly at her older brother, yanking his arm till it felt like it was about to come out of the socket.

“No fair! You have to! At least tell me, since I’m the one that figured it out.” Tuk begged, already setting her eyes into a sparkle that was known to have their father under her thumb in seconds. Lo’ak couldn’t deny how cute his baby sister was, even with the knowledge of her master manipulation, but his resolve was set. A resistance that carefully protected the girl’s identity.

“What if we guessed?” Kiri suggested, her smirk bleeding into the tone. Naturally Tuk’s excitement only grew at the idea, viewing it as another fun game to play with her siblings. The sun was quickly giving way to eclipse, urging the trio to resume their walk home. Suggested names came out rapidly between the girls, each one increasing their curiosity as he shook his head no.

“Katvap! She was in the same hunting party with you last week!” Tuk practically shouted, proud of her full proof guess. A certain hilarity began to gather in Lo’ak as he observed their perplexed faces at another name denied. The two began to work together, hushed whispers passing between them as they fought to come up with another guess.

“Please tell me it is not Atintay. She drools over you every day and I don’t think I can have a sister in law with only two brain cells working.” Kiri’s face scrunched in disgust.

Their laughter mingled together, finally reaching the mouth of their family hut. The home was void of their parents, no doubt still meeting with Kxolo to smooth things over. He tried not to think about the contents of that conversation as he helped his sisters build a small fire for greater light.

“You truly are wasting your breath. You won’t get me to crack.” The hut glowed with the red flames emphasizing their shadows along the woven walls. Lo’ak made quick work of hiding his weapons away for the unpredictable appearance of their parents. Tuk and Kiri sat across from him, legs crossed and tails still curled with interest.

“Won’t you at least let us help you then? It’s obvious that courting gifts are not your strong suit, brother.” He went to open his mouth in protest but one raised eyebrow from Kiri made the words die on his tongue. He had little to no case in defense. He had been awful at predicting the needs and wants of others when it came to gifts. However, Vamai didn’t have to know that. There was a chance to make a better impression, to woo her in a way he had never attempted before with an omega.

“Fine, you have me there. But” Their victorious expressions died down slightly at the conditioning word. “You can not tell anyone about this. And I mean anyone. This has to stay between us.” Tuk practically toppled over in excitement. Secrets had always been her favorite, but she rarely had the opportunity to be a part of the ones shared between her older siblings.

“Our lips are sealed.” Kiri promised, mimicking the locking of her lips together, a motion that was quickly observed and copied by their baby sister. Lo’ak’s apprehension slowly began to fade away as they coached him through creating a small head piece. It would be a simple piece of jewelry that would lay across her forehead sweetly, but the construction still left Lo’ak frustrated and confused.

His larger fingers tangled and fumbled with the material till he had started over three different times. Tuk patiently guided his hands and provided good material suggestions based on the little information he had concerning Vamai’s style. Despite the tedious task, laughter and smiles adorned the Sully’s faces as stories and jokes were exchanged. A familiar warmth started to burn within him, reminding Lo’ak how long it had been since he had spent real time with his sisters. Neteyam’s kidnapping had thrown his world into chaos, distracting him from everything besides bringing him home. It was ironic to him how his failed plan was the same thing that had brought him to Vamai and therefore created a task to bring his attention back to his family.

Kiri’s nimble fingers tugged and pulled at the knot encasing Lo’ak pink and finger. Their giggles filled the space, drowning out the sound of their parent’s entrance.

“What are you three up to?” Jake questioned, cautious endearment speckled along his features. Lo’ak simply held up his entangled hand in response. The laughter roared higher at the sight, even catching Neytiri in the mix. Tuk dominated the conversation, explaining how they were keeping Lo’ak busy by helping him refine his jewelry making skills, or at least develop some, as she put it.

Fond relief kindled itself inside of Jake as the night carried on. Neytiri and him peeked up occasionally from their dinner preparations to observe their children’s antics. A fragile hope that harmony was on its way back to their family.

The heavy beading weighed cool against Neteyam’s skin. The dainty beads had been strung in tight patterns that lined his sides, only one string acting as a bridge across the two sides at his waist. It was by far one of the most ornate pieces he had ever worn, decorating his torso in a way that cinched his waist tightly. He tried not to struggle as Vamai wove matching beads into the sides and band of his loincloth. He was quickly coming to feel like a decorative art piece, pretty to look at but never meant for anything functional.

Still, Vamai assured him that the hanging pieces of jewelry would accent his dancing beautifully. He corrected her assumption, assuring her he would not be making his way to the dance floor during the festival. Instant regret rang through him as he recognized the devious look in her eyes. He had underestimated how important dancing was to Vamai and therefore essential in her eyes that he join in her joy. Neteyam was sure he would not make it through the night without stumbling his way through dances until his feet were sore.

Pastel feathers were added into his hair as the final touch. He watched as Vamai put on her own lavish outfit, complete with gems that sparkled under the stars and beads that jittered against each other with every movement. Her extravagant outfit dulled in comparison to the uncontained excitement she expressed at every opportunity.

“It’s one of the few nights a year that I not only get to freely partake of alcohol but also dazzle young suitors with my dancing till they beg at my feet.” A dreamy sigh left her lips as she continued to adjust her scantily covering top. He couldn’t help the smile that graced his lips at another one of his friend’s antics.

“I didn’t realize you were interested in suitors. You and Epok must still be on the outs with each other then.” Echos of clan members preparing the bonfire could be heard in the distance. A nervous tingle rushed through him at the sounds.

“Oh please, I couldn’t care less about going through a courtship right now but that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy the attention.” She danced on the balls of her feet while giggling at her own words.

“And Epok?” The laughter died.

“Epok can be upset as long as he likes, I’ve decided it’s time to move on anyways. His attitude is not going to spoil my night.” She scoffed.

Neteyam bit his tongue, not entirely convinced their rendezvous would cease so simply. Still, Vamai deserved to have a good time and it made Neteyam less weary to see how ready she was to take on the night. It was times like these that he couldn’t be more grateful for her exuberant attitude heading the path of their adventures.

“You’re going to love it, Nete! One night to finally let go of every other worry.” The enticement sounded promising coming from her lips. “Besides, I think you need it with your whole forced celibacy.” A knowing look was sent his way, yet another light-hearted wave of sympathy she had been consistently supplying.

He recalled the festivals from home. Most of the time had been spent looking after his siblings or avoiding conversations with eager alphas. The idea of spending one without those tasks was a foreign mystery that wound his nerves together tighter. Perhaps he didn’t enjoy the celebration to the fullest, but they were reliably the same. He knew what to expect and which role to play. The social rules kept him in line with his parents wishes while simultaneously acting as a safety net for his own anxiety.

Here, however, Neteyam was lost. Kxolo didn’t debrief him concerning his place in the festival or prepare him for what to expect. From their eyes, he was considered the Olo’eyktan’s mate. A title he had not an inkling on how to fill. Without an objective, he was bound to have idle hands, something Neteyam had never been well accustomed to.

He yearned to retract more information concerning the celebration from Kxolo but he was afraid it would find a way to revive their conversation at the lake, putting him in a position that could not so easily be escaped again. Kxolo had remained caring and sweet since their last argument but the omega could see that strain in the male’s eyes. He was pushing his patience once more. To back down, however, was a fate that Neteyam could not stomach.

“I don’t even know what I’m supposed to do.” He smoothed the beads encasing his sides till they were curved perfectly against his shape. Vamai’s eyebrows kissed in confusion as she stared back at him.

“What do you mean? Just what I said. Forget all your worries.”

Neteyam was skeptical. It was hard to believe that someone set to be Olo’eyktan’s future mate was meant to dance and drink the night away without care. Yet, it seemed that Kxolo and him were still on shaky ground and he had never agreed to be his mate in the first place. From this perspective, the omega found it easier to disregard his worries of fulfilling responsibilities. Kxolo couldn’t expect him to do anything extraordinary when he was simply a prisoner.

The thick vibrations of a distant horn cut through the air, a signal to begin the festival. Vamai could barely keep her feet on the ground as she dragged him from her family’s hut. The night was already glimmering with bioluminescence that lit their path. Mingled voices floated through the trees. The festival was sure to already have a large crowd participating. A sudden rumble of mighty drums echoed and caught hold of Neteyam’s heart. Every beat radiated through his chest with palpable force.

Breaking through the last bit of greenery, the festival came into focus. Families and friends were already busying themselves with preparing and exchanging carefully crafted meals. The bonfire in the middle painted every Na’vi body in a sea of orange and red, twinkling off of the opulent gems of their ceremonial outfits. Drums continued to shake the ground, bringing the crowd's energy slowly to new heights. Rowdy children could barely be kept in one place as impatient parents rangled food into their stomachs.

A sudden approaching figure captured his attention. Kxolo was decadent in his traditional Olo’ekytan attire, shoulders covered in layers of feathers and horns curved into intimidating lapels. The added dimensions of material seemingly elongated his already broad shoulders and accented his tall frame into a prominent shadow.

Neteyam gulped at the sight.

He felt scarcely fragile and helpless underneath the male’s shadow. The realization however only awakened his omega instincts, marveling at the rippling muscles shifting with every movement underneath the striking feathers.

“Stunning, Ma Neteyam.” Kxolo hummed, curled finger tilting the boy’s chin upwards. He had grown accustomed to the intense gaze that followed him, but the days of built up sexual tension had put his senses to dial eleven. A simple touch or look from his alpha had a stream of arousal dripping down his thighs. He needed the male either pounding inside of him, or twenty feet away at all times. Neteyam had no interest in any gray area.

He shifted uncomfortably underneath the muscular arms that stayed around his hips throughout the meal. Luckily, few words were required from him as the group chatted and laughed easily. Despite his allowed silence, Neteyam could feel the curious eyes resting upon him. Several times he swore he saw a clan member or two lean forward as if to ask Neteyam a question but a subtle shake of Kxolo’s head quickly averted their attention. The moments were so brief and minute, it took several times for the omega to confirm that it was in fact reality and not something he had conjured up in his imagination.

Although he would never admit it, a wave of gratitude towards the alpha washed over him with every one of these occurrences. Already struggling to become accustomed to this new environment, the last thing Neteyam wanted was to answer questions from clan members, especially ones about his relationship with their Olo’eyktan.

“Drink up, chickadee.” Vamai beamed, shoving a glass of alcohol into Neteyam’s hands. Her smile faltered as she noticed Kxolo’s skeptical expression.

“Let’s not get him too drunk, Vamai.”

“It’s just the light stuff, Olo’ekytan. Simply a bit of pre buzz.” It seemed to calm the alpha down enough as he made no remark back, turning to engage in the main conversation again.

From the taste of it, Neteyam could not tell if Vamai had told the truth. The liquid still scourged his throat and left a bitter memory in his mouth but he continued to drink. Her encouraging smiles were the greatest comfort he had received all night, so he was obedient to the omega’s wishes. Vamai was bound to have plans for the evening and Neteyam was past a point of caring what they were as long as it steered him away from his alpha’s intoxicating scent.

By the time the first dances were commencing, the omega could feel the weight of the alcohol nagging at his head. The fog was light enough that he still managed to get through a few dances with Kxolo without stumbling suspiciously or making a fool of himself. He was greatly relieved when the alpha excused himself to talk with some of the other families, unintentionally handing him over to Vamai.

“You need this.” She insisted, handing another cup of the substance over.

A nagging part of his inhibitions warned that it was a bad idea. However, Neteyam was sick of listening to that logic. He feared that listening to his own sensibilities would also lead to trails of thought bringing him back to the mysteries of his responsibilities, and that would only lead to a greater pull of anxiety. He bound the uncertainties with swig after swig of alcohol until it was nothing more than an indiscernible hum.

He watched as Vamai glided across the dance floor, feet barely touching the ground. Gravity was only a suggestion as she seemed to float through the space, each movement connected to the next. Her hips rolled sensually in time with the music while still carrying out the traditional dance moves. The omega never realized how flexible his friend was until she was contorting her body with ease into forms and shapes that made his own muscles ache.

Ecstasy painted her features as her long hair flew and blew in the wind. A hint of something Neteyam longed for was evident in the atmosphere. It was in the curve of her smile, the sparkle in her eyes, the skate of her arms, the rolls of tension that fell from her shoulders. Freedom. Freedom from every worry, trial, or outside intervention possible. Vamai was only present in that moment, a colorful dream that was impossible to grasp. She had escaped.

He wanted it.

No, Neteyam needed it.

“Look who finally came out to play!” Vamai cheered, welcoming Neteyam into the circle. The dance had broken into a freestyle pattern, conjugating sweaty bodies together to move freely. The yips and yells from clan members banged against his ear drums but he found it capable of drowning out his awkward embarrassment. Some moved freely with grace and beauty while others stumbled to stay upright, but neither were mocked. Friends clinged to one another for balance with grinning faces.

The tension in his limbs loosened as Vamai patiently guided his body into a slowed body roll. After several times her congratulations told Neteyam he had gotten the swing of it. As he became more comfortable, the omega began to add in his own flare of movements, letting the banging music swing his body from one way to the other. Vamai’s pleased expression spurred his confidence higher. They riffed off of one another, limbs occasionally intertwining and twirling together when appropriate.

The pressure began to lift.

The next glass was taken giddily, ignoring the horrid taste in favor of swigging it down quickly. The added energy buzzed through his veins, prompting bold movements and twirls that almost had both of them toppling over. The fall only added to their laughter, gripping at one another to find proper footing.

Colors and music swirled into a playful excitement. All sense of time was lost as he continued to find release through sloppy movements. Vamai proved to be the ultimate hype woman as she not only cheered at but joined in on every mess of movements he managed to string together.At one point a younger alpha came to ask for a dance but she was quick to turn him down, claiming Neteyam was her partner for the rest of the night. He clung to her happily at the words, both giggling in sync.

The forest was alive with sounds of music and screeches from smiling faces. Some warriors laughed and cheered as they continued to try and outdrink the others, playful bets mixing in with the slurred sentences. Children ran a rampage through the crowd, occasionally making it through the dance floor to weave their way past their legs. Even several of the elderly were helped to their feet and encouraged to dance to the rhythm.

Neteyam lost sight of Kxolo, brain unable to muddle together the reason the alpha had left in the first place. Regardless, his train of thought only skipped over the subject for a minute before becoming distracted by the clinking of the beads in Vamai’s hair.

Vamai and him became entranced in their own bubble of excitement and adrenaline. The rest of the scene was a complete blur to the omega. He skipped and jumped till his intake of air became near asthmatic. Vamai too began to stumble and leer between directions, having downed her fifth glass of intoxication. The buzz increased to an electric thrill coursing through him, moving his body into obscene patterns of movement.

There was only one thing that was missing from the moment. Or rather, one person.

His toes caught on an unseen root, completely throwing off his center of balance. The crash of dirt against his bones did not come however as frantic hands quickly caught him. The feel of veiny long fingers gripping him sparked a flame of joy. Alpha.

“Woah there, are you alright?” The smell that filled his nose was not the expected musk of pine and wood. It weaved through his senses incorrectly, causing his nose to scrunch. Not Kxolo.

The stranger helped him back onto his feet. The alpha stood a head taller than Neteyam, small braids dangled along his cheek as the rest of his hair was pulled back into a messy bun. Even in his intoxicated state, Neteyam didn’t miss the way the stranger’s eyes raked up and down his form. He shivered under the gaze, the attention was strangely off putting.

“Do you need help?” He slowly drawled, eyes pointing to the tangle of beads knotted together across Neteyam’s ribs. He went to decline the offer but something else caught his attention.

Kxolo stared at him from the sidelines. Although still mostly turned towards the group of Na’vi he was conversing with, his eyes never left the interaction between Neteyam and the other male. A certain weariness was present in his expression. The omega could practically feel the tension of each muscle, ready to jump into action at a moment’s notice.

“Yes.” The confirmation slipped out without permission. He didn’t know why he did it, but an idea was quickly forming.

The other male was all too eager to untie the knots carefully for him, fingers lingering just a hair too long. Vamai, although drunk past coherency, watched the scene with raised eyebrows, silently questioning what Neteyam was up to. The Sully boy, however, was too focused on Kxolo’s now turned figure to care what his friend was thinking. The Olo’eyktan had been pulled back into the important conversation, but for a moment he had the male’s attention. There was a sparkle of arousal. A hint of growing lust. A crack in the alpha’s fortress of self control.

“If you want, I could teach you some moves. Be here to supervise in case you take another fall.” The alpha winked back at him, a suggestive smirk firmly in place. The stranger didn’t try to hide the flirty undertone. He didn’t bother to be strategic with the timing of his eyes drinking in the sight of Neteyam. The foreign attention crept a chill down his spine, but it didn’t matter.

A small part of him knew that this wouldn’t be his usual choice. Perhaps if the thick fog of alcohol hadn’t clouded every thought, he would think more critically. Mapping out the situation and its consequences like Neteyam was accustomed to. Maybe if there was an ounce left of him that did not burn and ache for his mate after being denied for so long, every desire pushing him towards desperate measures, there could be a reality where responsibility won out over desire.

But Neteyam knew that was not this reality.

He had been pushed towards darker schemes to sate his desire.

“Alright.” The taller male’s smirk slithered into a wider grin at the submissive tone. The omega barely had any time to send Vamai a reassuring look before he was dragged away from the small gaggle of people.

Neteyam strained to casually search for the sight of his true alpha from their new vantage point. It was near impossible to locate the male over the taller bodies blocking his view. Regardless, he was past the point of no return.

“Come here.” The male cooed, gesturing him forward. The words were splintered against his ears. The progression of undertones in the voice was wrong. It did nothing to excite or intrigue him because deep down his body knew the difference. The gentle grip on his hips was even worse. It left a sizzling prickle against his skin. Neteyam struggled not to itch at the area while still locking a small smile onto his face.

The two began to sway back and forth, guided by the strangers hands against the bead covered hips. The drunk haze was doing little to loosen the omega up again. His movement felt robotic. Forced. That was until he felt a familiar penetrating gaze tickling at the back of his neck. There was no need to look. Neteyam knew his mate was watching.

The observation renewed his vigor. He pulled the alpha closer with his small hands teasing at his neck. The responding grin was only white noise to Neteyam’s real focus as he swirled his hips painstakingly slowly into a figure eight pattern. The heat from the glare poured over him like lava, slow and thick as it seeped into his flesh right down to his soul. The beginnings of arousal gathered between his cheeks.

The couple finally turned in a way that allowed him to spot Kxolo in the distance. Even with the dim light and morphed vision he had in his drunken state, Neteyam could see the rage in his features. His hands curled tightly around the cup to the point of splintering. A deadly stillness.

The hands that held him close were dull mirages in comparison to the tangible hold Kxolo had on him from only the flicker of dilated pupils. It was the Olo’eyktan’s fixation on him that pulled over him in a pleasurable exploration, stripped every layer till there was not a single part of him that could be hidden from him. He was pulled into Kxolo’s orbit, a simple planet unable to break the natural forces of his lure.

When?

When would that last wire of self discipline snap?

When would his body and soul be reclaimed by his alpha? The skilled hands that would pluck his strings easily till it sang for its master. With not the slightest of touches his body already sang for relief in form of glistening slick decorating his thighs. Every nerve of his being recognized who he belonged to, but he needed to feel it. Needed Kxolo to carve his claim inside and out.

Heavy air against the column of his throat caught his breath. The stranger ran the flat of his nose along the smooth skin from jaw to shoulder. Neteyam’s muscles locked together in horror as the alpha foolishly continued to scent him. The faintest indication of the stranger’s closeness at his neck crawled against him, tainting every morsel of intimacy. His lungs struggled to find grip on the air suffocating him.

Blown out pupils frantically searched for Kxolo’s form, but he was gone. Panic began to build. His chest tightened, still struggling for air.

Then the body was gone.

Kxolo mercilessly yanked the other male away from Neteyam. Without a second to process the turn of events the Olo’eyktan had him slammed against the nearest tree, nails threatening to draw blood from the other alpha’s shoulders. The male was too stunned to speak. The intimidating roar of darkness that consumed the alpha caused him to stumble and gasp for the right words.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” The rumble of tones was unrecognizable, completely foreign to the usual smooth honey Kxolo’s voice held. A shiver rippled through the crowd. Dancing and music ceased in a domino effect. The only Na’vi continuing their celebrations were small children who fumbled to understand the situation. Countless pairs of golden eyes were pinpointed on their raging Olo’eyktan and the foolish male. The boy squirmed underneath the hold, sputtering out fragmented sentences meant to cool Kxolo’s burning flame.

For a moment it occurred to Neteyam that he should jump in to save the stranger.

Drunkenly fumbled footprints brought him slightly closer to the interaction.

Kxolo whipped his head back to glare at him, long braids swinging with the sharp movement. The warning in those eyes was all it took to bind Neteyam to his spot. His feral attention returned to the shrinking male trapped to the tree.

“He.Is. Mine.” The deadly tendrils of the tone wrapped around the omega, eliciting uncontrolled tremors to shake his frame. A pang of sympathy rang through him for the alpha being addressed.

“O-Olo’eyktan I’m s-sorry… I was-”

“I am not to catch you so much as breathing in his direction again. Is that clear?” Unspoken threats carried themselves between the lines. The crackle of flames were the only sounds reverberating across the clearing.

“Crystal.” His immediate response came.

A prolonged pause settled into the moment. Kxolo didn’t pull away instantly. He let the male sit in the moment, drowning in the dark tension. A sufficient amount of time to leave a clearly imprinted memory of his anger in the boy’s mind.

He was released carelessly causing him to stumble, but there was no time for Neteyam to see where the male landed as the burning intensity shifted towards him instead. His stomach dropped as he was easily hauled up onto Kxolo’s shoulder. The ornate feathers rubbed at his skin with every heavy footstep the alpha took. Neteyam strained his neck in order to catch a glance at Vamai. Her suggestive wink did nothing to calm his nerves.

The chatter and glow from the festival faded slowly as Kxolo continued to carry him further into the forest. His head still spun from the alcohol but adrenaline was quickly bringing his sense back to life. Neteyam didn’t struggle against the hard clamp around his thighs keeping him in place. Truth be told, he didn’t want to. Fear bled into arousal till he was basking in the heat radiating from his mate.

When he was set back onto his feet, Neteyam found himself in a similar position to the other male moments prior. Kxolo caged him against the tree. The piney musk encapsulated every sense as the pheromones made him weak in the knees. Neteyam ran his hands along the defined muscle of Kxolo’s stomach and chest, the warmth sent greater shock waves of lust through him. In no way was it the time to play, but his hindbrain couldn’t care less. He was so close. So warm. So intoxicatingly possessive. It made his mind reel with ideas on how to bottle and use that forbidden energy.

“Care to explain to me what was going through your head?” Neteyam knew better than to take it as anything other than what it was, an order.

Greedily, a sinister part of him yearned for more of that domineering rage. A primal curiosity that begged to fuel those flames till he was consumed by them. To see how ravaged and feral his alpha could be. What he would do to stake his claim. To ravish him until he was a puddle of white hot desire.

Those yearnings strangled all logic.

“I thought maybe he would give me an orgasm since you refuse to.” Bravely, Neteyam lifted his eyes to meet his captor’s. His expression was unreadable, frozen in time.

Slowly, a chilling dark laugh escaped Kxolo’s lips. The smirk that followed suit had Neteyam’s confidence plummeting. Apprehension weighed heavy upon him.

“You want to cum, baby boy?” The heavy tone covering the words stood out in contrast to the hard steel in Kxolo’s gaze.

Neteyam nodded.

Kxolo snaked a large hand up to clamp around the omega’s jaw. The boy’s soft cheeks were squished between his fingers, head moved to the side by the harsh grip.

“You’ll cum, sweet thing.” Relief flooded his chest. “But be careful what you wish for.” The threatening cloud of ambiguity floated in the dark tone. Lazy thought trailed to find the catch, but the answers slipped away.

Kxolo’s lips crashed against his own. The kiss was anything but gentle. Teeth and tongue dominated his lips and mouth. Neteyam didn’t notice the grip in his hair until it tugged mercilessly at his braids. A gasp of pain left his lips that was quickly swallowed by his alpha. There was not a moment to breathe or think as sharp teeth rolled his soft bottom lip between them.

Neteyam yanked at the Olo’eyktan’s hips. He needed to feel the alpha’s toned body against his own. Need to touch taste and feel every piece till it was carved into his memory. Kindly, Kxolo obliged. Neteyam’s moans came out muffled into the kiss as his groin felt the immense pressure of the taller male’s sculpted thigh pressing against it. Bodies molded together, there was no room to think, let alone breathe.

A line of saliva connected their swollen lips when the alpha finally pulled away.

Kxolo ravenously went to rip away the beads entangling him from the soft skin. Neteyam had just enough brain cells working to remember how long Leynyey spent putting together the garment. He was barely able to push the large hands away and unclasp the material till it fell away. The Olo’eyktan continued to grasp and rip away any jewelry or cloth covering the boy till he was completely bare.

Neteyam cheeks glistened with arousal as his small cock ached, standing at attention against his stomach. Desperate hands yanked Kxolo back by the horn lapels, crying out for attention. His pleas were not ignored as the alpha wrapped one large hand around the boy’s shaft, pumping quickly without prelude. Neteyam bucked and hissed against the hold as precum lubricated the motion. Immense pleasure rolled through his body at the feeling of finally being held and touched after so long.

Still, he yearned for more.

He needed to be consumed by this man.

Kxolo ran his thumb over the head, smearing the white sticky substance. The other hand slithered back towards his gaping hole to gather the slick then drag it back towards his leaking cock. Neteyam twitched and gaped at the relentless petting and pumping, already nearing his orgasm quickly. His bottom half was already a mess of sticky substance shining against his skin to prove his desperate lust. The calloused hands were unraveling him.

Every source of energy was used to hold himself back from climaxing. This couldn’t end in a simple hand job, he needed the alpha inside.

“K-kxolo please! Need you inside now! Need it so bad.” He couldn’t find it in himself to care how humiliating his mewling begging sounded. Kxolo was unswayed from his current attack of bruises he was scattering along Neteyam’s throat, even as the omega continued to tug harder at the lapels.

“I know, baby. You need your alpha to fuck you, don’t you?” The baritone voice alone could have brought him into a world shattering orgasm, but Neteyam clenched his thighs to hold himself back. Two fingers pushed inside of his wet hole. The objective became even more difficult. He forced images of his grandma or bloody guts to the forefront of his mind in an effort to keep his climax at distance.

“Just need to have your little hole fucked to get you to behave, huh?”

“YES! Yes oh please!” Neteyam barely recognized his own voice traveling in the humid heat. Three fingers scissored inside of his gummy walls. The blunt nails occasionally scraped inside and brought a pleasurable pain to the surface.

“Well isn’t it your lucky day.” Kxolo ground out between clenched teeth. The sensation stopped as the alpha hooked a bent arm under each of his legs. Spread out and practically bent in half, Neteyam could hardly function out of pure excitement.

“Guide my cock in, omega.” Kxolo smirked, eyes still ablaze deviously. It was one of the few things Neteyam was properly able to understand and eager to obey.

He swiped at the soft fabric that already had a wet spot forming from the aching bulge. His length sprung out with a heavy slap to Kxolo’s freckle speckled stomach. The mushroom tip leaked pre cum while the shaft twitched at every grab the omega made at it. Deja vu set in as he remembered the taste and feeling of the heavy member plummeting into the back of his throat. Saliva gathered in his mouth. The only thing that kept him from dropping down and worshiping the cock with his mouth right then and there was the pulsations of his needy hole.

His dainty hand couldn’t reach around the entire width of the member but Neteyam still managed to line it up to his quivering hole. The mushroom tip just barely slipped in past the rim before his hands were shaking from ecstasy. From there, Kxolo took over. His strong pelvis consistently pushed the cock up and inwards without break till the omega’s supple cheeks cushioned his hips.

Kxolo threw his head back in pleasure, long hair cascading backwards as the bioluminescence painted the broad expanse of his shoulders and neck.

The orgasm ripped through Neteyam. Speckled stars dotted his vision. His bent legs trembled in the alpha’s hold as his hole cinched around the thick cock tightly.

“Oh Eywa! That’s it. Cum on my cock, baby boy.” The growled words helped the omega ride out the orgasm till his stomach was a mess of cum and slick. His breath came out in shattered gasps. There was no time for recovery, however, as the Olo’eyktan began to slide his cock in and out of the tight channel.

He twitched from sensitivity, brain reeling to understand what was occurring. Moans and whimpers left his lips as he ogled the way the flexed biceps held the entirety of his weight. Still, the building coil in his stomach began to twist again. He was exhausted, but his body was gearing up for another round.

“A-alpha.” The sentence died from a rough thrust hitting at his g spot. His amber eyes rolled to the back of his head.

“Good job baby, that’s number one.” Kxolo praised between groans. Confusion swirled tighter at the words, getting knocked off the train of thought every time the invading force hit at his rosy spot.

“What?”

“Your first orgasm of many tonight. You didn’t think we were done, did you?” The alpha��s smirk seeped into his condescending tone. Neteyam’s eyes widened despite the heavy pull of his lids. Kxolo was unyielding in his thrusts, setting into stone how serious his promise was.

“You said you wanted to cum, baby boy. So you will,” Kxolo leaned in until his hot breath was tickling the column of his throat. “Over and over again til I say you can stop.” Sharp canines pinched at the skin.

“B-but-” He went to protest but deep down his hindbrain screamed in joy at the idea. His already split open hole began to leak like a river over the veiny shaft pumping inside of him.

“Actions have consequences, omega. You’ve been begging me to fuck you all week. And now here I am giving you,” He thrust upward to the hilt. “every. single. inch” Each word was accented with brutal thrusts that had Neteyam’s toes curling in pleasure. The angle allowed the alpha to sink his cock deeply till the omega swore he could feel it rearranging his guts. The overwhelming feeling of being filled raced him towards another impending orgasm.

Kxolo too, appeared to be getting closer, if his increased pace was an indication. The sloppy wet sounds of skin upon skin racketted through the forests. It played an obscene melody when mixed with Neteyam’s whimpers and Kxolo’s ferocious growls.

“I have one condition though, baby.” He huffed out with pinched eyebrows. Neteyam was ready to agree to anything if it meant finding another release for the ever tightening need that twisted and pulled through his veins. His hole fluttered and pulled at the thick member, rearranging to fit the cock’s shape and width. Hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, the omega nodded without a second thought.

It was apparently not enough. Kxolo sharply tugged at the thin skin at Neteyam’s jaw with his teeth in retaliation.

“Look at me.” He demanded.

Neteyam struggled to keep his heavy lids open wide enough to clearly see his mate. Kxolo’s own flushed face morphed into a crooked smirk. Devilish intentions sparkled in his blown out pupils. A gut twisting contrast to the usual patient restraint he wore around the boy. Feral need had taken over into possessive demonstration. The usual constructs of his personality had been stripped away to reveal one identity. An alpha claiming his mate.

“I need you to scream for me. Need you to let out every whimper, moan, and beg that comes across your lips till it reaches that bastard. Till he knows who is fucking your tight little hole. Who your ass belongs to.” His baritone rippled into a rumbling growl that settled into Neteyam’s bones. Shriveled whimpers of agreement evaded his lip until he was rewarded with sweet praises.

The alpha’s pleasure at the obedience was expressed through persistent prods of his shaft tantalizing his g spot. Blissed out euphoria rose within the omega, forever reaching closer towards a second release. Neteyam blindly reached for Kxolo’s braids to use for grounding himself. Each tug had another low growl reverberating through the Olo’ekytan’s chest.

His sticky thighs dribbled warm slick and cum onto the flexing forearms that held him up against the tree. The rosy cheeks of his ass only grew a hotter red with the consistent hit of Kxolo’s ball sack slapping against him at every thrust. A pace that had increased to near madness till both males were groaning out their approval. Stuttering lips struggled to form words between the endless moans.

“Tell me what you want, omega.” It was near impossible to acquiesce his request with the waves of pleasure strangling any resemblance of coherent thought he had left. His rosy bud became the centralized target of the girthy length. The twitching hardness indicated a release soon approaching for the alpha and that thought alone was enough for Neteyam to grasp onto.

“Want your cum, daddy. Need you to f-fill me up. Please!” The forced screeching was worth seeing the darkened determined expression that overtook Kxolo’s face. The omega swore he would beg a thousand times over if it meant witnessing that possessive sneer each time.

“Don’t worry, baby boy. You’ll take all of daddy’s cum.” He promised.

His walls tightened around Kxolo’s cock at every stroke, making it progressively more difficult to continue the jack hammering pace. The promise had Neteyam’s legs shaking in anticipation and pleasure, small squeaks leaving his lips at every impact to his rosy spot. Kxolo was ravenous as he continued to attack the spot with determined precision, smirking at the sticky arousal running down his cock. His hungry gaze fixated on where their bodies connected, entranced by the way his omega sucked him in so nicely.

It was a simultaneous yank to his hair and pulse of Neteyam’s walls that pushed the alpha over the edge. The omega’s own orgasm ripped through him harshly at the feel of the warm sticky cum filling him to the brim. The scream that left his lips was a foreign sound to Neteyam. He was sure that at least a few people at the festival would be able to hear it, but his brain was too overloaded with the intense sensations to care. Kxolo’s own growl rocked him through the euphoric feeling, basking in the closeness he shared with the male.

“What a good boy.” Kxolo groaned, voice still rough with the timber of post orgasmic bliss. Neteyam could hardly control his breathing, let alone consider putting together a response. Kisses were placed along his throat as Kxolo lowered him down onto shaky legs.

He gripped the male’s biceps in order to steady himself and keep from collapsing to the ground. Neteyam didn’t have to stand long as the alpha made quick work of lowering him on his back on a patch of soft grass. Kxolo ran his nose along the curve of Neteyam’s neck leisurely. His body broke out into goosebumps, the act somehow feeling even more intimate than the alpha’s cock buried in his hole moments before. A frustrated growl rumbled in the pit of the Olo’eyktan’s chest. The omega gulped nervously.

“Still smell like that fucking skxawng.” Kxolo was deaf to Neteyam’s whimpers as he went to work on fixing the problem. Calloused hands pushed his legs up against his chest again, exposing his weeping hole spilling out with cum and slick. The essence of their mixed scents lingered in the air, causing a smirk to curve along the Olo’eyktan’s face.

“You’re leaking, my love.” Kxolo fondly tutted in feigned disapproval. Neteyam felt worlds away, only able to recognize the deep timbers of his mate’s voice. Kxolo swiped his fingers along the rim to collect the sticky cum. The omega expected him to push it back inside, perhaps make a comment about keeping it in, but he was surprised to find the male pushing his head to the side.

“This ought to do the trick.” Kxolo deviously smirked, rubbing the sticky substance thoroughly into the soft skin of his throat. Clouded possession stormed the alpha’s golden eyes and a whimper left the omega’s lips at the sight. The weight of Kxolo’s claim on his body and soul settled over him, warm and heady. He didn’t stop rubbing until the boy’s neck was shimmering in the light with the sticky evidence. Their scents coalesced in a way that could not be mistaken. Tonight's mistake would not repeat itself.

Large hands encased either side of his face, tenderly pulling him in for a passionately slowed kiss. The warmth of Kxolo’s lips against his own coursed through his veins, dragging him down towards the safety and security of blind submission.

“Are you ready to give me more, baby?” The words flitted slowly across his lips, rubbing against Neteyam’s bottom lip. It wasn’t until a hand was snaked down to tease at his half hard cock that the meaning became clear to Neteyam. He shook his head, braids rubbing into the soft dirt and grass.

“A-alpha I don’t think I can.” He whined with an unashamed pout. Although a smile graced his lips, there was still a glimmer of stern promise in Kxolo’s countenance. The pleasure was only a mask for the true purpose. This was not only meant to claim, but also punish Neteyam.

“Of course you can and will, baby boy.” His encouraging grin did not conceal the satisfaction in Kxolo’s eyes. The satisfaction of securing his omega back into place, back underneath him where he belonged. To handle his body with expertise that reduced the omega to putty in his hands.

Neteyam’s senses were at war with one another. His hindbrain purred at him to please and obey the alpha, basking in the pleasure and attention Kxolo provided. His body in and of itself was confused and unresolved as each stroke of those large hands against his length brought a fiery mix of pleasure and pain. He was so sensitive and yet somehow still so eager.

“Gonna give me everything, isn’t that right my love?” The purring baritone coaxed at him, leading him back into the dark mist of pleasure and obedience. That warm comfort coerced his head to nod in agreement lazily. It would be worth it. His alpha would reward him so sweetly. Take care of him.

The alluring promises consumed his thoughts.

“Remember what I said about those pretty noises, baby?” Kxolo reminded him with an emphatic squeeze to the small cock he pumped. Neteyam went to respond but the pressure only brought a drawled whine from his throat. It seemed to be accepted appropriately in place of legitimate words. “That’s right baby, want to hear you nice and loud.”

The sparkling approval etched into Kxolo’s expression was hypnotizing. His eyes naturally dragged to follow the male as the alpha slowly dragged his chin down the boy’s chest and navel, never breaking eye contact. Heavy hands firmly splayed across his chest and held him back in place against the soft moss. Upon reaching the boy’s cock, he smirked before chasing after the tip with his wet mouth.

A mangled gasp left Neteyam’s throat as the alpha’s hot mouth gently enclosed around the head. Each sound brightened the twinkle in the Olo’eyktan’s eyes, finally urging him to slide down till his nose touched the omega’s navel. His cock twitched in the suctioning warmth of his mouth. The hypersensitivity caused a raging rush of sensations that bit and sliced at him mercilessly. Dropping up and down the small length, the alpha’s mouth had him back to full mass easily.

Neteyam could barely watch the sight for more than a few seconds before throwing his head back to catch his breath. The harsh pleasure rangled strings of needy moans and screams from his throat without forethought. It fed into a cycle as each sound only served to urge the alpha on. Skilled lips and even teeth would tease and torment his soft length till he was twitching uncontrollably. Once pleased with the signs of desperation, Kxolo would take him in his mouth completely, adding an overwhelming pressure and heat to his sensitive cock.

“AH Great Mother!” Neteyam moaned at the sudden bliss tearing him apart. Kxolo chuckled deeply, sending an overstimulating thrum of vibrations through his straining cock.

The carnal pride in Kxolo’s demeanor pushed the omega closer towards his third orgasm. Neteyam’s primal craving to please his mate clouded over the pain.

“Doing so good, baby boy.” Kxolo praised after coming up for a moment. His bottom lip was lewdly smeared with the boy’s precum. The sight and approval conjured up another obscene moan past the boy’s lips.

Kxolo beamed in response before putting his mouth back to work.

After a few more minutes of endless sucking and attention to his sensitive cock, Neteyam’s orgasm tore into him. His entire body shook while riding through it, spurting what little amount of cum he had left to give down Kxolo’s throat. His screams and whimpers intertwined together into desperate guttural sounds.

When his vision came back into focus again he looked down to find a proud smirk lacing Kxolo’s features. Neteyam’s eyelids drooped heavily. His eyes caught on the decorative feathers concealing his mate’s shoulders, just barely realizing that Kxolo was still fully clothed. Only his loincloth was pushed to the side to release his cock that was back to full mass again.

His shaking hands reached down at the male, seeking his embrace. Kxolo was quick to oblige. He was scooped up easily till he was straddling the Olo’eyktan’s sculpted thighs.

“Almost done, baby.” Kxolo promised while Neteyam hid his face in the layers of large feathers. His body was worn to the bone, but his mind still sizzled with desire.

“I c-can’t.” He cried into the itchy feathers.

“Well then you shouldn’t have flirted with another alpha. You know better than that.” The growl oozed into the previously sweet tone. Still, Kxolo ran soothing lines across the boy’s back.

“I’m sorry.” Neteyam whimpered between hiccups. Kxolo acknowledged his words with a deep hum, fingers trailing down to trace the omega’s weeping rim.

“I know you are, sweet thing. I know it won’t happen again, will it?” The deep sweet timber held a slight edge of warning at the question. Neteyam knew it wasn’t rhetorical. He was waiting for him to answer. To sate his possessive impulses with sweet promises of devotion.

“It won’t it won’t.” Neteyam babbled between his hiccups.

His hysteric ramblings were shushed by Kxolo guiding his face out from his broad shoulder and into a sweet kiss. He melted into the touch, basking in the intimacy of gentle lips against his own. The feeling sent pleasurable tingles down his spine, casting his worries off into oblivion.

“Want you.” Neteyam whispered as they finally pulled away.

“You have me.” Kxolo softly promised.

The reassurance awakened another spike of arousal. He needed to feel their bodies connected once more. To seal heartfelt promises with cherished acts of primal nature. Kxolo could sense the shift, see the dilated pupils hungry with desire.

“One more?” Neteyam checked softly.

“Just one more, baby. You can give me one more, can’t you? One more orgasm for your alpha?” The smooth as honey voice, spurred another wave of determination in Neteyam.

“Yes daddy.” He murmured.

“Good fucking boy.” Kxolo proudly praised with a pleased growl. His hard cock twitched between their pressed bodies, drawing Neteyam’s attention.

Without waiting for permission, Neteyam settled himself above the alpha’s thick length, anxiously preparing to sink himself down onto it. One rough hand gripped the boy’s hip while the other guided his length to the twitching hole, still sticky with cum and slick. Kxolo let out an unrestrained groan as he watched the omega’s hole stretch around his cock once more. So willing. So inviting. It morphed around his cock, perfectly sucking him in until it stole the air from his lungs.

Neteyam let out a breathless scream as he was filled to the hilt. Deep rooted lust rushed through him as he felt the cum from earlier seep around his alpha’s cock, already ready to be filled again. The fleshy tip rested against the sensitive bud inside of him. It tantalized and teased at the boy as he tried to shift his hips in order to grasp at that spot better.

Using the last bit of energy he had, he began to ride his alpha’s cock. His thighs trembled with the effort it took to lift himself up and down while feeling that delicious stretch. Coarse pleasure radiated through him but it was never enough. No matter which way he shifted he couldn’t position himself properly to feel the pressure against his sweet rosy spot. The growing frustration brought tears to his eyes, even as Kxolo used a grip on his hips to help him up and down.

The air was knocked out of his lungs as he found himself suddenly pressed onto his back on the ground, while the Olo’eyktan’s length never leaving his body.

“Don’t worry, pretty thing. Daddy’s going to take care of you.” Kxolo said between kisses placed to his chest and navel. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as his mate picked up into a toe curling pace. The mushroom head of his cock deliciously hit against his g spot, sending tendrils of pleasure grasping at every nerve in his body. “Sweet Mother, Neteyam! I swear your little hole was made for taking me.” Kxolo ground out between clenched teeth.

His velvety walls clenched and pulsed at the praise. He drew him in with every thrust, reveling in the way it felt to be connected to his alpha. Their bodies moved in sync, a dance to the music of their euphoric moans and growls. Their sweat covered bodies reflected the bioluminescence of the night with a glimmering sparkle.

Neteyam’s body surged with the sensations of overstimulation, barely able to handle the onslaught of pleasure. At the feel of his trembling legs, Kxolo took over the motions. He slung one leg over his left shoulder, the new angle allowing him to plummet deeper inside of him. He was rewarded with a new string of incoherent noises coming from Neteyam. Music to his ears.

“My pretty omega, so good for me.” The dark purr caressed at the curves of the boy’s entangled body.

Tears escaped the corners of Neteyam’s golden eyes. Their mixed cacophony of slapping skin and lust filled manifestations of sound boomed through the area. His primal brain imagined what the other clan members at the festival would be hearing. Their Olo’eyktan devouring his body and soul, leaving him nothing but an overstimulated whining mess. Were it not for the cloud of lust guarding his inhibitions, Neteyam was sure he would be worried. However, this realization only strengthened his feral pleasure.

“Kxolo.” He sang his name in a pitched moan.

The Olo’eyktan happily nipped at the collarbones he was previously kissing in approval. The sweet incantation of his name on the omega’s lips fueled the fire within him. He focalized his attention to that spongy spot inside of him while sucking and kissing bruises into the azure skin along Neteyam’s chest.

The tightening of those gummy walls around him showed that the omega was nearing his fourth orgasm of the night. Seeking to push him over the edge, Kxolo began to bite and suck hickeys into the inner thigh of the leg thrown over his shoulder.

“Don’t hold back, baby boy. Give it to me.” He urged him between kisses.

Tears rolled down Neteyam’s cheeks as he found his climax once more. A soft sob morphed into a powerful moan that made his chest ache as he was rocked through the sweet sensations. White hot pleasure overtook every other feeling.

Kxolo kissed sweet praises against the boy’s lips. His own orgasm followed behind the boy’s with a few more thrusts. He painted the velvety walls in his warm cum until it dribbled out along Neteyam’s thighs. His massive body collapsed onto the omega, braced hands trying to keep some of his weight off of the smaller boy.

Labored breathing filled the silence as they held one another close. Neteyam’s silent tears cascaded onto the smooth trail of Kxolo’s neck. He inhaled the alpha’s scent deeply. The musky aroma calmed his pounding heart. A shaky breath eluded him as Kxolo carefully pulled out of him. He went to get off of him, perhaps roll them over, but Neteyam whimpered and held fast. He enjoyed the comforting weight of his frame along with the warmth he could snuggle into.

Kxolo sighed and obliged, positioning himself so that he wouldn’t crush the small omega beneath him.

“I’m sorry.” Neteyam said, voice still rough from the exertions of the night.

“There’s no need to apologize again. It wasn’t all your fau-”

“No, not that.” Neteyam corrected him, arms encircling the male’s tapered waist tightly. “I’m sorry for running. I just got worried and then Lo’ak was there and so I j-just…” His voice began to crumble as more tears threatened to fall.

“Hush my love, it’s alright. It is already behind us.” He cooed sweetly. Kxolo kissed away each tear that fell from Neteyam’s shimmering eyes. The inner turmoil that had been coiling inside of him finally loosened, unraveling into unburdened relief. “I’ve got you.” The Olo’eyktan sweetly promised.

Neteyam looked up into those comforting eyes.

Everything else slipped away.

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