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Miles Quaritch felt hot. Not hot like a too-warm day in the summer, or the blistering heat of the natural temperature of the Pandoran jungle outside of the base, but hot like a fever that just wouldn’t break. He wasn’t even sweating, yet everyone around him could feel the heat radiating off of him.
His pulse was racing, his clothing felt too restricting and tight, and he felt more agitated than usual as the human scientists led him to what will be his temporary home for the next week.
Quaritch had known that while Na’vi could mate whenever they wanted, they still had certain times of the year when a leftover instinct from their more primitive stages of evolution, which Quaritch would snort at seeing as they were still primitive, would kick in and send them into what the scientists dubbed a ‘heat’.
Like animals.
Quaritch had thought, with all of their funding, research, and knowledge, the stupid scientists would have found a way to remove the stupid fucking instinct from avatars and recombinants.
But no, they didn’t.
The useless fucking fucks.
The cool air of the airlock chamber did little to cool the heat coursing through Quaritch as he stepped inside. The door closed behind him, and he could feel the pressure and atmosphere change as Nitrogen and carbon dioxide-rich air filled the chamber, allowing Quaritch to remove his rebreathing mask. Slowly, the door before him opened and let him into his new temporary holding quarters.
The room was pretty simple. One wall had a kitchenette with a fridge, sink, and a hotplate for food. Another wall had a large mirror that ran the entire length, which Quaritch was willing to bet everything on being a one-way observation mirror. The perverts. Then the furthest wall had a door leading to what was likely a bathroom with a shower and toilet. Finally, the closet wall has a TV and a large chest underneath it. In the middle was a giant bed with made of furs, blankets, and pillows. The biggest blanket was covering something big and wiggly. Ignoring it for the moment, he walked over to the chest and TV. Inside the chest were Na’vi-sized sex toys, causing the Recom to laugh. He didn’t even want to think about the fact that someone made these. Turning on the TV, there were two folders. One labeled ‘Human’ and the other ‘Na’vi’. That caused more laughter.
“How the fuck did they find or even make Na’vi porn? Which Peeping Tom videotaped Na’vi fucking?” he asked to the empty air, surprised when a noise came from under the blanket. Turning and walking over, he pulled the blanket clean off, revealing quite the surprise.
In the middle of the bed was a chained-up Na’vi woman.
Her skin was a lovely shade of teal green, wrists and ankles shackled to the undersides of the bed. Long black hair was tied back in intricate braids that merged into one long braid, showing off two abnormally rounded ears. A black satin blindfold covered her eyes, and a ball gag kept her from speaking properly. The only things protecting her modesty were two thin pieces of what looked like gauze covering her chest and groin. She had begun shifting and struggling violently the moment the blanket lifted off of her. Sad attempts at snarls came through her gag as her nostrils flared, taking in the musky scent of his heat.
Taped to her chest was a note.
‘Try not to break it too much. Dr Morse wants to have fun with the half-breed.’
Dr. Morse. That sick fuck. A sorry excuse for a scientist, more like a mad scientist. He was ethical violations made human. His lack of empathy for the Na’vi, especially the rare hybrids that should even still exist at this point, was nauseating even to Quaritch. ‘It’ they called this marvelous creature. ‘Half-breed’ made Quaritch’s stomach twist in a way he didn’t want to acknowledge.
It was odd how his mind roared at the sight of her. Drool pooled in his mouth, wanting to devour her. She was beautiful, even with most of her face hidden from his sight. A long, slim body, with a unique shade of teal that no natural Na’vi possesses.
Hybrids were rarities for good reason. RDA had ordered personnel to kill any hybrid found. In fact, the last time they found one was only a few months ago, Quaritch heard. It had been a mere infant, yet, despite that, the babe and their parents had been killed without hesitation. So, for one to be here, an adult one no less, was not only a miracle, but a death sentence with Dr. Morse involved. He’s going to vivisect her until nothing is left.
“So what is your name, beautiful?” he drawled, trailing his eyes over her, pants uncomfortably tight. Reaching out, he pulled off her blindfold, revealing alarmed golden eyes, squeezing shut at the sudden bright lights. “Breathtaking, aren’t you? Could just eat you up. Maybe if you’re good, I will.” he chuckled.
The look of alarm, panic, and confusion passed the moment the hybrid met his eyes. For a moment, it felt like they knew each other. The next, she jerked against her restraints, muffled noises came from her gag as her tail thrashed against the bed beneath her. Quaritch quickly put out his hand, brushing his knuckles over her cheek.
“Hey, hey! It’s alright,” he purred. “Not gonna hurt ya, beautiful.” At the touch of his skin, the woman calmed, nuzzling into his hand like it was a balm to the heat that was slowly rising under her own skin. He trailed his hand down her cheek and along her body, the woman arching up as he went, until he stopped at the flat of her stomach.
A sweet scent began to fill the air. Like citrus and flowers, sweeter than anything Quaritch ever smelled. Hunger flared in his gut as his eyes went to the gauze covering her groin. It was coming from there.
‘Mine’ his mind growled, a voice like and unlike his voice. It was primal, deep within him. He wanted a taste. His pants were now painfully tight. He couldn’t help it now. Couldn’t resist the delicious smell she was producing.
Long fingers trailed up her thigh, leaving goosebumps in their wake, and slid under the gauze and into wet heat that made both Na’vi groan in sync.
‘Claim her.’ the voice growled. ‘Mate! Claim Mate!’ The urge and sudden scream in his mind startled Quaritch a bit, but he made sure not to show it, instead curling his fingers and slowly thrusting them inside her, making her moan behind the gag even more. Drool flowed from the corners of her mouth, making a mess of her hair and the pillow underneath.
A clear vicious string followed his digits when Quartich finally withdrew his fingers, snapping when they drew too far for the stretch to continue. The hybrid let out a whine through her gag, twitching and thrusting her hips after his fingers, wanting more of the touch.
“Patience, baby.” Quaritch purred, causing her to shiver. “Oh, you like that? Calling you baby? Or maybe you like the sound of my voice?” Another whine was his only answer as Quaritch brought his fingers to his lips and licked the liquid coating them. Now that caused his dick to pulse under his pants. Had him losing his breath from the sheer sweetness of the taste. “Sweeter than all the honey and sugar in the goddamn universe. Fuck,” he whispered.
Another lick was all it took for him to rip the gauze off the hybrid’s hips and his face to dive in between her slender legs. He shoved off his pants and underwear as the hybrid let out a muffled scream, chains snapping taunt as she tried to reach for his head as he devoured her.
‘Consume. Drink. Mate. Claim mate. Breed mate. Mine! Mine!’ His mind screamed as he drank deep of the juice of her folds. He was addicted, never wanted to leave the sweet, delicious oasis that was her pussy.
“Mine.” He growled against her folds, making the noises get even louder. Her thighs squeezed around him. Whether it was out of pleasure or the want to get him away from her core, Quaritch couldn’t care less. Nothing was making him separate from her until he had at least one orgasm out of the woman, until this hunger was quelled. He licked and sucked at her for a few seconds before sliding in his fingers once more, parting them so he could lick deeper within her. It was a beautiful sight, see her flexing around him.
Wanting to speed things up, he managed to separate his mouth from the delicious hole and focused on the bud that sat at the head of her genitals.
Thank Ewya for convergent biology.
It was a bit longer than human clits, but the perfect size to fit his lips around, and to flick his tongue against. Another scream, another gush of liquid from her. She had to be close. Quaritch was no stranger to pleasure woman, and surely Na’vi women were close enough to human that his skills could translate over. And if the way her voice grew higher in pitch with each passing second, it did.
“Cum for me, baby. Want to feast on ya.” He purred, beginning to spell the alphabet with his tongue. She really liked O, for good reason. “Like it? O it is. Maybe Q would be good too? Q for Quaritch?” he chuckled, finally looking up to her face.
She was crying. Tears flowed down her face like waterfalls. That broke through the haze like a bullet. Quaritch’s fingers and face withdrew, barely noticing how her body followed after.
Moving up, he caressed her cheek against with his clean hand.
“Hey, hey. It’s ok. Just want to make you feel good baby.” he whispered. She made noises through her gag, making his stomach twist in annoyance. Quickly, he removed it, unclasping the thing from the back of her head and freeing her mouth.
She turned her head and spat out a large amount of spit before stucking in a deep and clear breath of air.
“There, now we can communicate better, baby.” Quaritch whispered, nosing her jawline. The Na’vi turned her head quickly, seeking his mouth. Her lips crushed against his faster than he was ready for. His hands went to her cheeks, holding her still as their mouths opened and tongues danced. At the taste of herself on his tongue, the hybrid moaned and lapped at his mouth harder.
After their lungs cried long enough for air, the pair parted, spit connecting their lips for a moment, both panting. Quaritch hovered over her, eyes wide and amused.
“Had hoped you would be into it, but didn’t expect you to be that into it, baby.” he chuckled. She laughed as well, a light sound that sent a pulse of heat straight to his gut. “Beautiful. You’re absolutely beautiful. And all mine.” he whispered, staring at her. Golden eyes looked back at him with the same level of desire reflected in the amber flecks.
“Muntxatan.” she whispered, stealing his breath. His ears flicked, not recognizing the unfamiliar word, but knew it meant something.
“Mun-txa-tan?” He slowly repeated, tilting his head. “What does that mean?” She smiled slowly, eyes flickering with heat.
“Mine. You are mine.” she whispered in surprisingly clear english. The words had him choke on air.
Hers. She claimed him as hers? No complaints on his part.
“Yours? Does that mean your mine as well? My muntxatan?” He purred with a smirk. She threw back her head, laughing.
“No. No. You are my muntxatan.” she explained. “I am your muntxate. Muntxatan is masculine term, muntxate is feminine term. Neutral would be muntxatu. It translates roughly to spouse. male spouse, female spouse. Mate.”
Quaritch growled with possessive satisfaction. Mate. She was his mate. It pleased the primal part of his mind.
“Your mine. Good girl. No one else’s. No one else can have you. Ever. I’ll make sure of it. Ruin ya for any other people. No dick will ever be good enough for you like mine.” He growled, causing her to gasp in desire.
“Yes! Sí. Yours, no one else’s. Please, please. Want you. Want to be yours. Fuck me. Breed me. Mold me to be yours.” she whispered with a soft, but needy voice. Electricity to his dick.
“No need to tell me twice. Gonna make you scream my name for everyone on this damn planet to hear. Even your precious Ewya.” Quaritch growled, palming his dick. “Fucking could cut unobtainium with how hard you got me, baby. Gonna mold your pussy to the shape of me.” He teased her by sliding the head of his member through her folds, breaths hitching with every brush of the head against her bud.
“Fuck! Qur’itch!” She gasped, his name different on her tongue, but he didn’t mind. Something about it felt interesting.
“Quaritch, not Qur’itch. Whats my name, fully?” He asked, teasing her more, sliding more of his length against her, letting the tip of his dick catch on her hole before moving it away, leaving her whining and squirming with need and want.
“Milas... Milas Qur’itch. That is what the Na’vi I know call you.” She forced out, eyes screwed shut as she arched up her body after him. The man couldn’t help but chuckle fondly over her obvious desire.
“Milas Qur’itch. Cute. I like it.” He smirked more, leaning closer to her ear. “And what do I call you besides mine?”
She gasped, letting out another whine.
“Rhaevi...my name is Rhaevi. Rhaevi te Kelvani T’vaya’ite.” she panted, chest heaving. She pulled a her chains, trying and failing to get they to give.
“Rhaevi...” Quaritch echoed, kissing her jaw. “te Kelvani...” Next her neck. “T’vaya’ite.” His kissed the center of her chest, between her breasts. “Beautiful name, beautiful woman. And all mine.” With a quick thrust of his hips, he was in her.
Rhaevi let out a silent scream, mouth wide open but no sound came out. But the next thrust as he settled deeper within her produced a gasp and shout.
“Milas!” She shouted, thrusting back against him, pulling him deeper. “Yes! More, please tìyawn, more!” Quaritch smiled wide, teeth bared.
“Your wish is my command. Gonna split you wide open, baby!” he licked his teeth.
He pulled himself out til only the tip was still in and thrusted back in hard, causing another scream to come out. It was music to his ears. His balls slapped against her ass as he repeated the action again and again, each time drawing out another note of her song.
“That’s it, scream for daddy.” Quaritch growled, moving one hand to lift up her leg for a better angle. “Such a good fuck girl, such a fucking good slut for my dick aren’t you? So fucking needy. Love it. Fucking love it. Makes my balls tight with how fucking wet you are for me.”
Rhaevi was in ecstasy, throwing her head back as she moaned and screamed with every thrust, rocking back as best she could in her position. She was crying from the pleasure, bringing Quaritch back down to lick up some of her tears.
“Milas! Tìyawn, muntxtan. More. Fill me, please. I need it. I need you!” she turned her head towards his, cheek brushing his as she tried to kiss him. He teased her, pulling away out of her reach, wanting with sadistic glee as she whimpered.
“Aw, does my baby need something. Come on, tell Daddy what you need.” he purred, hovering over her, slowing his thrusts for added effect. It drew a long and low whine out of her.
“Please, Miles... plant your seed in me.” She whispered, eyes half hooded and desperate. It broke any control left in him.
Rhaevi’s leg chains pulled taunt and then the bed groaned as Quaritch took took hold of them and with a final pull, the chain around her right leg broke, allowing him to bent it far enough for her knee to touch her breast. He pounded into her entrance without mercy, harder and harder as she screamed in pleasure.
“Fucking take it. You want me to breed your hybrid pussy, plant my seed in you until your fucking round with my offspring. With fucking pleasure.” He growled, kissing her hard. “Gonna knock you up, and then no one is gonna take you from me. You’re mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.”
“Yours! Ronsem, tokx, vitra!” Rhaevi cried back until suddenly, she screamed. Her body squeezed down around him so tight, it was borderline painful. But the flood of warmth around his dick told Quaritch all he needed of what was happening. In fact, it sent him over the edge after her.
Quaritch roared as he came, filling her up with his seed. He bent over her, capturing her lips in a deep kiss as her entrance and womb were flooded, semen mixing with arousal. He continued to thrust, pushing his seed deeper and deeper into her, as deep as he could get it.
Finally, the aftershocks ended and the wave receded, as did Quaritch’s dick. He pulled free from Rhaevi, a splash of cum mixed arousal rushed out after it as the only plug keeping it in was removed. It sent a wave of heat through the Recom at the sight, causing his spent dick to twitch.
“Outstanding.” he whispered tiredly, rolling over to the side as to not crush her. He pulled Rhaevi closer to him, away from the wet spot and trail she left, and pulled the blanket from earlier back onto them. “I’m fucking beat and this is only day one of this heat. Quick nap before round two?” he joked, earning a wave of laugh from her lips.
“Yes. nap and then shower, perhaps?” she mused, head resting on his shoulder. Quaritch hmmed with interest.
“Shower sex?” he suggested, spark of mischief in his yellow eyes. Rhaevi hummed in agreement.
“Yes! Shower sex. Clean while we dirty ourselves. I never tried it before.” she smiled at him, causing the man to chuckle.
“I have. I’ll show you how to do it without hurting ourselves, too.” Quaritch promised. Rhaevi trilled with in delight, nuzzling her cheek into his shoulder.
“Sleep, yes. Rest and then clean up.” Rhaevi agreed, closing her eyes. With that, Quaritch held his new companion closer to his chest as he closed his own eyes.
“Sweet dreams, muntxate.” was the last thing he whispered as he let sleep overtake him.