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Traditions

Kinkmas Day 09

Warnings: Xenophilia (aka Alien Genitalia), Anal, Bottom!Spider, Pegging, Age Difference (6 Years), Size Difference, Sex Toys (kinda, IDK how to tag this), Belly Bulge, Aged Up

A/N: You do not understand how long I've been wanting to make this!!! After talking with @fuckyoumakeart, I haven't been able to stop thinking about it! Also I haven't forgotten your present bby, it's on the way 😘

Again thank you @neteyamsyawntu for this amazing event 💗

Divider by @cafekitsune

Spider has always been Na’vi, no matter what anyone says. I will always see him as more Na’vi than Sully, much to the ire of my sister Neytiri. I may have only been six during the time of the war. Still, I remember Sully before he could speak a word of Na’vi. I remember as he fumbled our ways, and I remember how he betrayed us, the bombs falling from the sky, destroying our home, killing our people, killing my father… I will never accept Sully, the spy, as Omatikaya. And while I will easily die for my nieces and nephews, and I believe Sully would do the same, I hate the way he raises them and won’t hesitate to speak out about it. Neytiri has never approved of how I treat Sully but never said anything about it. The same cannot be said about Spider. She always tries to stop me from bringing him to clan meetings and celebrations, only for me to point out that a spy like Sully gets to go. I say it loud enough to draw attention, quickly shutting her up. There are times I think Neytiri only stays with Sully because she refuses to break a bond made with Eywa, and then she had the kids… maybe once they’re older, she’ll leave him… an ancient tradition of asking Eywa for guidance in breaking a bond, only she will decide.

“Ma’Syulang, what has you thinking so hard?” Spider’s arms wrap around my neck as he stands behind where I am sitting.

I smile at his touch as I lean my head back into his shoulder, “Traditions,” I answer simply.

“What tradition’s exactly?” Spider asked me as he ran his hand through my braids.

“You know, by both human and Na’vi laws, you are more Na’vi than Sully,” I begin.

I could feel Spider stiffen behind me.

“You are a child of Eywa, born on Eyweveng. You follow the Na’vi ways, you speak our language, you are Na’vi,” I finish, placing my hand over his own, “There is a tradition I want to introduce you to.”

“Tìyawn, you cannot just dump all that on me and then start a new topic,” He laughed wetly.

“It is important for you to know because not even Sully can partake in this tradition,” I explain, needing him to understand.

I look back at him, only for his wide eyes to stare back at me, his mouth hanging open.

“Not even? Jake can’t? How can I?” Spider stutters over his words.

I shake my head at him, silencing his words, “I have already talked with my Sa’nu, and she agrees, and as the Tsahìk, she has the final word,” I turn around, wrapping my arms around Spider, noticing the tears in his eyes. I have always hated that Spider thinks so little of himself when he has proven himself over and over again.

I cradle his much smaller body against mine, giving Spider as much love and protection as I can.

“Mo’at agrees?” He questions softly like he can’t believe it.

I nod my head, “She was the one who mentioned it to me,” I answer him, smiling, happy that my mother approves.

Would you like to learn?” I ask softly, not wanting to push him while he’s feeling vulnerable

“I-yes, I want to learn,” Sider answers firmly as he backs away, taking my hand in his.

I locked our fingers together as my tail swished happily, “Then let's get searching,” I urged vaguely, pulling him along.

This sparked a laugh out of Spider, “Are you going to tell me what we’re looking for?”

I flashed him a grin, “Nope, it will all be a surprise for you.”

“Fine then, lead the way,” Spider gave a mock bow.

I giggle at his antics as I continue our way to the grove, not that he knows it exists. It is carefully hidden, mainly to make sure no kids find it. It is only meant for those who are mated. Spotting the thicket of loreyu, I smile giddily.

“We’re here. Go through and look,” I point to the other side.

Walking through the loreyu spiraled down, disappearing and allowing us to walk through. Showing us a clearing of spam, they’re all brightly colored, ranging in every shade of color possible, all in slightly different shapes and sizes, but undoubtedly similar to a male Na’vi’s penis.

Spider’s head was whipping around, his eyes wide, and his jaw slack, like he genuinely couldn’t believe what he was seeing, “Paskalin… Why are we in a field of dicks?” His stunned voice managed to get out.

I can’t help but laugh at his reaction. No tawtute has seen these before, but Spider is not a tawtute, “These are mowan spxam, pleasure mushrooms, they are for two mates to enjoy, they have many uses, but I think you can tell they’re all for sex.”

“Are they dildos?” Spider asks, curious now as he gently touches a rather large orange one.

“Dildos? Oh, those pleasure things made out of plastic, I think that’s what you called it? But kind of. The mowan spxam can live temporarily out of the ground and be replated where you want it to. But the best part is that it bonds with our central slit, both male and female, becoming one with us and giving us the phallic shape to use on our mates. That is why it is ours to pick,” I explain, looking over at some of the younger ones, knowing that a smaller one would be needed for Spider.

“Wait, would I use this on you? Or you use on me?” Spider asked, shocked but not repulsed.

“It can be used for both, but it is primarily meant to be used on the male in the relationship. So he may enjoy the same pleasures as his mate,” I look at Spider and watch his reaction, needing to know if he is alright with this.

He stands there thinking, and I am unable to read his expression from here. I feel my heart race nervously as I wait, fearing that I have pushed him too far.

“How do I choose?” Sider asks, breaking the silence.

I jump from my spot, rush over, and hug him, lifting Spider off the ground and kissing him soundly.

Little giggles flow past his lips, “Yawne, you need to let me down if I am to pick one,” His eyes crinkled as he smiled.

I gently put him back on his feet, “I’m sorry, I’m just so excited for this! For you, Spider! Now you can enjoy the wonderful pleasure you give me every time!” I can’t help but squeal in joy as I rub my chin over Spider’s head, covering him in my scent.

“I’ll admit, I’m a little nervous, but I’m more excited than anything,” Spider admits sheepishly, “Now, show me how this works!” He says, clapping his hands together.

“You pick whichever spxam you want, but make sure you pick one you can handle; you may only choose one in your lifetime. But when you do, you will gently stroke around the base. It will then detach itself and hold onto you.”

And with that, Spider moves around, looking through them carefully. He paused briefly at one green one that was longer and thicker than his arm. After gawking at it, he quickly moved on, finding a patch of younger spxam and browsing through them. But as I took a look, even these young ones were much larger than what I’ve seen a tawtute have. My ears flickered back as I became concerned, wondering if Spider could take any of these.

“This one,” While I was distracted, Spider had chosen one, and I realized that I should have explained better.

In his hand was a deep violet mowan spxam, the bottom of it wrapped eagerly around his fingers and around his wrist. Each color meant something different. Green ones were calm, the spines stayed still, only moving if needed. Red ones were teasing; they would search for your most sensitive spot and only play there. On the other hand, Purple is wild, never ceasing movement, as they would wraith and move; even the stock couldn’t stay still; some were even known for expanding their size. This is the one that Spider chose, covered thickly in spines that are already twisting around, yet it is too late to tell him, as they have already bound.

“What’s wrong with it?” Spider asked worriedly, fearing he had done something wrong.

“There is nothing wrong with it!” I wanted to reassure him, for it was me who failed him, “Purple is known for being wild. Typically, only well-experienced Na’vi choose them,” I bite my lips as I explain this.

“Well, I guess I better learn fast,” Spider’s smile reassured me as his fingers played with the mowan spxam.

Breaking out of my worry, I quickly pulled out a vial I had been carrying. “Yes, I think you should,” The vial was full of oil used for mating, as I had prepared this, hoping it would go well.

“I should have known,” Spider muttered to himself, shaking his head, but I could still see the smile on his face.

“Come here,” I demand softly, holding my hand out.

Spider walked to me, filled with confidence, with love in his eyes. I kneed down to his height as I met his lips with my own. My mating having Eywa’syawn never ceased to fail. I open my mouth to kiss Spider more, dominating his smaller frame with my own as I wrap my arms around him, tugging him closer. I nip at his bottom lip, demanding entrance, which he eagerly gives. My tongue takes over his mouth, filling each centimeter as I play with his tongue. Spider closes his mouth and sucks on my tongue, pulling a moan from me.

I parted from his lips as I looked down at him. Spider’s face flushed a pretty pink as he gasped for breath.

“Take off your tewng, then lay down,” My voice was soft but left no room for argument.

Despite only having one hand, Spider removed the article of clothing and laid it to the side before kneeling down and then laying himself down flat on the ground. His pretty cock was already hard and flushed red, leaning on his abs. His prone body is a beautiful sight. I could gaze upon him all day.

“You’re so pretty, Tìyawn,” I comment as I run my hand along his thighs and up his stomach.

“Not as pretty as you,” Spider says back, becoming distracted by my touch.

I chuckle at the comeback; as I focus back on his thighs, I rub my fingers into the meat of them, gently spreading his legs as I do so. I move down to his knees, lifting them, and place his feet up on my thighs, giving me room to work with. Looking down, I see his puckered hole, tiny and pink. I realized I was lucky that Norm had caught learning about this particular tradition. I may have been furious that he knew, but he and Max created a new oil containing a muscle relaxer, and I am thankful for that now.

“So tiny,” I murmur, rubbing my pinky over the small hole, and even that seemed huge.

A small gasp leaves Spider’s mouth, one of surprise and interest. Opening the vial, I poured a tiny amount onto my pinky, just enough to rub into Spider’s skin. Moving back to his hole, I rub my now slick pinky over it, making sure to get every crevice and applying gentle pressure. If what they said is true, then the muscle will slowly relax, allowing me entrance.

“Syulang, I think you might be a bit too big,” Spider’s voice through a moan.

“Shhh, don’t worry, I’ve already planned everything,” I soothe, rubbing a little more firmly, and I can feel the muscle giving in.

Knowing Spider needs the distraction, I reach up, softly cupping his balls, rolling them in my palm.

“Oh fuck,” Spider’s head rolled back as his eyes closed, enjoying the sensation.

Taking the opportunity, I gently wiggled my pinky inside him. It was tight inside; the spongy walls had never taken anything inside before and were now pulsing around my pinky.

“Eywa!” He gasped.

I wiggled my digit around, trying to make more room or even to fit the rest of the finger inside, stuck at the first knuckle. Furrowing my brow, I pulled my pinky out, grabbed the vial, and placed the tip at Spider’s entrance. The opening easily popped inside, and I poured a good amount of the contents. Pulling the vial out didn’t cause the same popping noise as last time. I put the vial to the side and pushed my pinky in again. This time, it went in with no resistance.

“Tìyawn, what was that? I feel weird,” He asked as I wiggled my finger inside yet again.

“Something made just for you. It is helping,” I explained as I started looking for the spot I had read about.

With Spider’s hole much looser, instead of using my pinky, I switched to my pointer finger; while it was a little tighter than before, there was no resistance on entry. I pushed and prodded inside him, sliding my finger in and out, getting him used to the motion as I continued to look for the spot. Slick sounds from the oil sounded around the grove, mixed with Spider’s moans.

“Slow down, please! I’m close!” He begs me, but I remember reading that humans are much more relaxed after orgasm, so I continue on.

I turn my wrist so my palm is facing upward. I then curl my finger, hitting something spongy.

Spider arched off the ground as his eyes flew open, “Fuck! Right there!” He shouted, as his cock leaked precum everywhere; a small puddle formed on his stomach as his cock twitched.

Laughing, I prodded that spot again and again as I forced my finger in and out. Seeing that Spider was distracted, I pressed a second finger to his entrance, and it easily slid inside. Noticing how easy it was, I pushed in a third finger, which was swallowed up after a slight push. His one furrowed hole is now stretched taught around my fingers, pushing and pulling, trying to follow the speed I set.

“Please, I’m too close! I’m gonna cum!” He squealed.

I wanted Spider to cum, so I took his dick between two of my fingers and moved them in time with my other hand, quickly bringing Spider to his reliance. Ropes of cum splattered out of his dick, landing all over his chest, neck, and face. Continuing my movements on his cock, I grabbed the spxam mowan from his hand. By now, my slit was open and weeping for attention, making it easy to gently slide the bottom of the spxam mowan inside. My eyes dilate at the pleasure, each of my inner tendrils wrapping around and playing with the spxam mowan, locking itself inside me for now. As it locked inside, the outer tendrils started to move more. Excited to play soon, I could feel each spine move as if it were my own tendril. I let go of Spider’s cock, earning me a whine, either from the lack of touch or oversensitivity. I’m unsure which it is. Grabbing Spider’s hips, I line him up with the spxam mowan. His cute hole hadn’t closed, showing me the pink inner flesh. I look up at Spider’s face; drool, tears, and sperm cover his face, his chest heaving for breath. A pretty pink blush covers him, and I can’t imagine a more beautiful sight.

Spider whines, rolling his hips, catching the tapered tip on his open hole, “No more waiting.”

Giving into his whines, I slowly push inside, each spine pushed in with a pop. The tight, wet heat was going to send me into a frenzy, I grabbed onto Spider’s hips harder, trying to steady myself. As I pushed further in, the spines came to life, each rummaging around his insides, trying to find a good place to stay.

“So big, Yawne,” Spider’s eyes rolled back into his head as he moaned.

Yet, I can’t take my eyes off his hole. Bigger than I thought a tawtute body could handle, the stalk was large enough, yet each spine popped inside, spreading his hole farther before swallowing again, and I felt every inch of it, but nothing beats the sight of my hips meeting his ass, the rim of his ass spread white around my fake cock.

“Look at that; you took it all,” I muttered, unable to believe the sight myself.

All I got for a replay was a broken moan. Wanting something different, I moved my hands down to his knees and pressed them toward his chest. I lean down over Spider’s body, taking notice of the bulge in his stomach. I can’t help the growl that left my lips, a mix of a growl and a purr, as I rolled my hips inside, each spine pulling and wiggling inside him, none of them able to settle for a second. Rubbing and pressing every little thing they can find, watching the cum dribble out of Spider’s cock I know they found the same spot.

“My Muntxatan, taking it so well for me, so pretty for me,” I growl out as I slide the mowan back, each spine getting stuck and popping out again as I slammed it back inside.

The scream I got in return was beautiful. I started thrusting my hips, needing to hear more of Spider’s sounds.

“Sl- SLO-, OH FUCk!” Spider tried to stutter out, but I didn’t care.

The tightness from Spider’s hole as he flexed caused me pleasure like I never knew before, as each thrust pushed and pulled on my inner tendrils, building my climax rapidly.

“You really want me to slow down? I don’t think so. I think you’re enjoying your ass being fucked,” I snarled into his ear.

The sloppy sounds of the oil spilling everywhere, as each spine popped in and out of his hole, were filthy in the best of ways. I could feel Spider attempting to make himself tighter around the mowan, and I thrust even harder. The sounds of my thighs smacking his ass was loud that it left ringing in my ears.

“Cum! GonNA CUm!” Spider screamed as he wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling me into a kiss.

I eagerly accept his kiss, pulling Spider closer to me. His body was drawn tight, needing to release. I grabbed his cock again and started pumping his cock. I swallowed his moans as he clenched around me, cum flew everywhere as he erupted. I thrust several more times before my coil snapped. My vision whited out as the waves of pleasure rolled through me. I continued to thrust erratically as I chased the remnants of my high, but as Spider’s whines became desperate, I knew I had to stop. I slide out of him carefully, and I examine his entrance. The once tight hole is now loose and seems unable to close. It was wicking pathetically as oil dribbled out.

“You did such a good job. I love you, Spider,” I say softly, proud of how well he did.

When I received no reply, I looked up and saw he was fast asleep. I chuckled at his plight but let him sleep on, gently cleaning him so he wouldn’t be dirty when he wakes up.