The final day, final part (Lemon)

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It wasn't Ronal that walked in, but instead it was another S tier MILF Navi… Neytiri.

She paused near the entrance, glancing around as if she were searching for someone before finally stepping further inside.

Y/n: Oh, hey, I wasn't expecting to see you here, Neytiri. What brings you here? "Exaggerated gasp." Is it for little old me?

She raised her eyebrow in response to his childish antics before a slight smirk appeared for a moment, perhaps enjoying his quirky nature. 

Neytiri: Is Ronal not here?

Y/n: No, I thought she was outside, but apparently not if you haven't seen her out there.

She let out a sigh as she sat on the edge of his bed, placing her hand on his in a soothing manner, much like a mother encouraging her child to open up about a problem they were facing.

Neytiri: How are you holding up? Unlike the many unnatural number of times you had gotten hurt, this seems to be the worst.

Y/N: Yeah, well, I'll live… probably,

There was a moment of silence as y/n's gaze shifted up her figure before landing on her yellowish-green eyes, staring back at him. Her lips parted slightly as she took in breaths.

Y/n: But what about you? How are you… And uh, Jake doing?

Neytiri: Let's focus on you, y/n. I'm not the most important person to focus on at the moment.

Y/N: Come on.

He gently placed his other hand on top of her while looking at her, showing her kindness and caring. Instinctively, she flinched her head in the opposite direction away from his voice, trying to hide the emotion on her face.

Y/n: I'm completely bored. I'm just lying here, doing nothing except checking out Ronal whenever she walks in. I really need something to chea-, talk about, and well, I noticed how things have been going between you two. Also, there was that last conversation you had with Ronal.

Neytiri looked down and closed her eyes for a moment. He thought she wouldn't say anything, that she'd remain silent, but then he noticed a faint smirk tugging at her lips. Perhaps it was a reaction to how abruptly Y/N had cut themselves off.

She likely already understood what he truly meant, that he was merely wanting to check her out. And yet there was something more profound. Her grip on his hands tightened,

She should hate him for everything he had done, using her children as a way to gain access to the resistance. Almost getting her oldest killed in a hunting gone wrong, thought she wasn't entirely sure what happened to cause those two to get pulled into a whirlpool.

Then well have her being fuck right beisde her daughter and of couse forcing her to cheat on her mate.

Each and every one of those reasons should make her hate his guts, and yet?

She simply couldn't, regardless of her efforts, since each time she attempted to use those reasons. She would consider how to balance the negative with the positive aspects.

He saved her youngest child from a cave incident and showed up to help the kids when the sky people took them. Each of her children likes him much more than they do their father. Also, he kept Neteyam safe during that cave incident.

There was also that brief moment when he was checking in on her as they left her clan. 

However, it's simply that Jake hasn't been giving her much attention. He was always focused on the next plan of attack for her people, but now?

Nothing. He has been gone to who knows where, leaving her alone, and then their date night was just… well, she didn't want to think about that.

Yet, what lingered was Y/n. He noticed her, asked how she was, and truly saw her. Even now, he was still making an effort, unlike Jake, who never asked about how the move had impacted her.

Y/n: It's fine, you don't need to say anything.

She was suddenly pulled from her thoughts by the sound of his voice.

Neytiri: No!

Y/n jumped a little at Neytiri's sudden outburst. He was expecting her not to say anything after going silent on him for more than a couple of minutes.

She raised her hand to her mouth while her gaze shifted away, embarrassed by her outburst. She coughed and redirected the conversation back on topic.

Neytiri: S-sorry, I was just… gathering my thoughts about… your thoughtful gestures.

Y/n: Well, of course I care deeply about you, Neytiri, and I'm just worried about you.

Neytiri: There's no need for concern; I am the formidable warrior of the Omaticaya and the mate of Toruk Makto…

Y/N: If you say you're fine, I'll trust your judgment. However, Neytiri, I'm here if you want to share your problems.

Neytiri's expression briefly shifted to a frown.

Neytiri: Absolutely not. Y/n, I feel repulsed by what I've become and how others view me.

Neytiri: How can I be the great warrior of the Omaticaya when I no longer feel connected to my clan, and instead of fighting, I'm cowering like prey?

Neytiri: How could I be the mate of Toruk Makto if I don't even feel affection for him anymore? Skxawng! I even received more attention and affection from you!

Y/n:... Neytiri, do you remember what I said a while back when I was using that human machine on you?

Y/n: At the end, I said that I would stop my advances on you, and ever since then, the one who has been provoking is you, even if you say, "I'm forcing you." So I'm giving you a choice: do you want to end our relationship?

Y/n: I can return to just being a friend of your children, letting go of everything that occurred in our past. 

Neytiri eyed him as if she struggled to believe he would, yet deep down, she sensed that he would honor her wishes. But… did she truly wish for that?

Neytiri: And what if I do desire such a thing? How would you feel about it?

Y/N: " Softly chuckle." It's not about what I want; it's about what you want because, out of everyone I've "mated" with, you're the only one who has a partner.

Neytiri: Maybe so, but I wish to hear your feelings.

Y/n felt a slight headache forming. Well, it was that or his fever was returning.

He was trying to push her out of their relationship so she could return to Jake, but she just seemed unwilling to budge. He couldn't figure out what her aim was at that moment.

Y/n: "deep sigh." Well, I guess I would be sad since, in a way, while it's kinda embarrassing to admit, you're probably my first navi crush.

Neytiri: Crush?

Y/n: It's, uh, like the first Navi woman I admired when I arrived.

She averted her gaze as her ear tucked back slightly. 

Although she sometimes wondered why y/n pursued her due to her significantly older age, hearing a younger man express admiration was quite flattering, particularly since it was the only compliment she had received in the past three years.

Neytiri's legs pressed together gently, rubbing slightly against each other.

Y/n: bu-

Neytiri: Before you continue, there's something that's piqued my interest for a long time now…. What exactly do you like about me?

y/n's thought process was precisely this line:" What was this some kind of 21st Century movie romance?" 

Y/n: Honestly, what's not to love about you? Your stunning eyes are one thing, and your fighting skills are another. What man wouldn't want a badass woman by his side?

Y/n: You also always end up picking some of the best outfits that hide just enough of everything, but also teasing in a way that makes you want to know what she looks like without it.

Y/n: Then your personality is just something I adore about you. While being serious when you need to be, you also show your affectionate side when it comes to your family.

Neytiri: W-" Coughing," what about my age and kids?

Y/n: Back on Earth, we used to have a saying for women like you: a milf.

Neytiri: What does that mean?

Y/n: A mother I'd Like to Fuck. There is also this one about age: the older, the better.

For a brief moment, his gaze wandered as he reached for the wooden water container and took a sip. 

Once he put it down, he turned his focus back to Neytiri, who unexpectedly settled onto his lap, her chest against his, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pressing her lips to his.

Although he hadn't anticipated such a bold move, he didn't object as he rested his uninjured hand on her lower back, just above her tail, while ensuring his injured arm stayed out of sight.

However, as much as he liked what was happening, he couldn't just outright give her what she wanted, especially since he didn't actually intend for this to happen.

He moved his uninjured hand to her shoulder and pushed her off just enough so that he could speak.

Y/n: "Breathing" h-hold on, Neytiri, I don't think you want to go this way.

Neytiri: I do.

Y/n: But weren't you saying how disgusted you were about doing this?

Neytiri: Yes, but there's one thing I know for sure now.

Neytiri: There is still someone who considers me a warrior even after every cowardly action we have taken, and while Jake may be my mate to the public. You, y/n, are the one who sees me; you are my mate.

Neytiri: And while her remarks cut deep, I won't allow her words to linger in my mind.

Y/n smirked slightly, finally noticing Neytiri beginning to behave like her old self. He could only hope she would show that part as well; after all, Neytiri he had come to know wouldn't simply back down from someone like her did such a long time ago.

Y/n's strength softened as he allowed her to choose what she wanted to do. Their mouths locked as Neytiri, for some odd reason, was rubbing her body against him like a cat would when marking their scent on something that belonged to them.

She even took a break from their makeout to look him in the eyes before rubbing her face in a strange yet somewhat erotic way as his tail swayed side to side.

Although they wished to remain that way longer, the sound of footsteps grew louder as they approached his doorway.

Neytiri gracefully stood up and walked off the bed, giving a little tease as she stepped down and lifted her tail just enough to reveal her other lips that the tail would cover from behind them.

Just as her feet landed, the doorway curtains were moved aside as another Milf joined the battle...

*Okay, I'll find my way out:( *

Ronal remained in place, her eyes narrowing as she focused intently on her. The two engaged in a stare down, both unwilling to yield to the other.

Ronal: Neytiri… 

Neytiri: Ronal…

Ronal: I didn't expect to see you here.

Neytiri: You thought I would stay away while he suffers? I have known him longer than you, Ronal. I will not turn my back on him.

Ronal: hpmh, you may have helped him in the past, but your lack of tsahík medicine won't help you here.

Neytiri: You're unwillingness to let me help take care of him will do him no good.

Ronal: I doubt your usefulness would be… useful, seeing as you haven't done anything to help him.

Neytiri: Really now.

Ronal: Yes, seeing as he looks weak again.

Neytiri turned to glance at y/n, who appeared to be heating up again from his fever.

Ronal glared fiercely at Neytiri as she walked by, prompting Neytiri to respond with a low growl.

Ronal crouched down while taking off the seaweed on his head and replacing it with a fresh one.

Y/n weakly grabbed her wrist while speaking in a low tone, so that she could hear.

Y/N: P-please… just stop fighting. Ronal… just try to work with her.

Ronal glanced at him briefly as she closed her eyes and let out a sigh. She shifted her gaze to Neytiri before turning back to him.

Ronal: I'd rather speak with her elsewhere... but your condition must come first.

Y/n: It's fine. "Glance over at the doorway," I'm sure… I'll have company soon.

She looked at him in confusion, her eyes tracing his line of sight to the doorway, where a shadow seemed to peek from beneath the curtains.

She glanced at Neytiri and gestured towards the doorway, hinting that she should check if someone were outside.

Although she hesitated to follow Ronal's instructions, her curiosity was piqued by who might be behind the door. 

She crept, gripping the curtain's edge before abruptly swinging it wide, causing three figures to tumble forward onto the ground, each landing on top of the other.

???: o-oh hey there mother

Neytiri squinted her eyes before addressing the three on the floor.

Neytiri: Neteyam, Lo'ak, Kiri,, "sigh." What are you doing here?

The three hastened to speak for a moment, but Neteyam, the older sibling, took the lead.

Neteyam: Heh, sorry, Mom, but Kiri wanted to see Y/n, and well, how could I not come and see my homie?

Everyone looked at him, confused by his choice of words, while y/n just laughed. It appeared his influence might be affecting him.

Lo'ak: I just wanted to note that, uh, they dragged me here with them.

Neteyam: What's wrong, baby brother? Can't check in on a friend of ours?

Lo'ak: You do know that he's more of your guy's friend, right?

Y/n: "Cough." Besides that, Kiri could look after me while you guys talk.

Kiri: Hmm? 

Kiri abruptly lifted herself off Neteyam, causing Lo'ak to tumble off her back.

Lo'ak: ugh!

Kiri rose, hands clasped behind her back in a display pose, smiling brightly.

Kiri: How can I help?!

Ronal: Hm, do you have any medical teaching?

Kiri: "nods her head." Uh-huh, grand, grand was teaching me in case one of my brothers gets hurt.

Ronal: Hmm, good enough for the moment. Very well, watch over his favor now. Come, Neytiri, let's talk.

Ronal moved around the two lying on the floor, while Neytiri glanced at her children for a brief moment as she passed by.

Once the two were out of view, Kiri approached and settled into his lap, pulling him close and wrapping her arms around him.

Similar to Neytiri, she pressed herself against him, a joyful sniff escaping her lips.

y/n responded by hugging her back, but after a while, she still didn't let go of him.

y/n: Uh, Kiri, I think you can let go.

He attempted to pull away, but Kiri only tightened her grip.

Y/n: Uh, Kiri? Kiri!

Her hug was becoming painful, almost as if he might burst into tears. He attempted to squirm free but was unsuccessful.

Y/n: It would be great to have a little help, Neteyam.

Neteyam stood there for a while, arms crossed, chuckling at the scene before him.

He simply shook his head and walked over, and attempted to pull Kiri off of him, but she clung on tightly.

Neteyam: Come on Kiri!

Kiri: No!

Y/n: Are you even pulling?!

Neteyam: Aren't we on the same team?

Y/n: Okay, hold it!

Neteyam let go of her while trying to catch his breath.

Y/n: Hey, what's wrong, Kiri?

Kiri: You.

Y/n: Me?

Kiri: Yes, how many times, huh, how many times will I have to worry about you!

Y/n: Oh… Hey Neteyam, can you give Kiri and me some alone time to talk?

He smirked slightly, making a whipping motion with his face as he walked back to look and dragged him along, while Loak appeared confused about the purpose of coming just to leave.

Once they left, Kiri gently released him while leaning back a bit, sitting on his lap. Her eyes were filled with tears, and her ear was pressed back. A sorrowful expression graced her face, though she wasn't crying openly.

Y/n: So that's what this was about.

Kiri: Of course it is. y/n how many times will I have to watch you get hurt, huh?

Y/n: We never know what life has planned for us, Kiri. Sometimes it could be filled with good or, well, the bad.

Kiri: I know that it's just… I don't want to be left alone without you. Y/n, you are my everything.

"You are my everything." He could almost laugh at that. He feels unworthy of someone like her, and he knows she doesn't genuinely mean it; it's only because of the heat she imprinted on him when they first met that she expresses such sentiments.

She won't even remember him in a month's time.

After all, that book about feline animals hasn't been wrong before.

y/n gently stroked her face, gazing at her with tenderness in his eyes before bringing her head down slightly and softly pressing his lips on her forehead.

Y/n: Don't worry, I'm sure this will be the last time.

Kiri: This better be, or else you're not going to be leaving my sight.

Y/n let out a small chuckle as Kiri turned away, crossing her arms and pouting.

She swiftly opened the small pouch at her waist, which she typically used for the herbs she gathered on their outings. While grabbing something, she looked back at him, ensuring he couldn't see what it was.

Kiri: Close your eyes.

y/n: Why?

Kiri: Come on, just do it, I promise it's a good surprise.

She wore a mischievous smile as she waited for him to fulfill her request, which he naturally did.

He was startled slightly when her hands touched his. The temperature difference was noticeable. Her skin felt much colder against his, likely a result of his fever, which made his body feel hotter than usual.

He felt as her hand explored his for a moment before feeling a string.

.

.

.

Wait a string?

Y/n had encountered a great deal of porn in his life, and he could only hope that Kiri wasn't planning to experiment with bondage. However, it was Kiri- she had a strong interest in sexual activities, especially when they engaged in those things.

But well, if there were one Navi that could be interested in that, it would be her.

Kiri: Okay, you can open your eyes now, y/n.

Y/n: You uh, you sure?

Kiri: Yeah, of course.

He gradually opened his eyes to look at his hands, noticing a bracelet of some sort, which had some weird stuff. 

Y/n: Thanks for the bracelet, Kiri. I appreciate it.

Kiri chuckled softly, leaving him even more confused.

Kiri: You don't know what it is, do you?

Y/n: No, can't say that I do.

Kiri: Well, it's a songcord, these are our way of telling our life stories in a way. See, look here.

She raised her hand close to him, showing off her songcord. There were a few different things in her songcord that made it different from the one she gave him.

Kiri: See here in my songcord, there are thing that tells my story. The first being a stone that I received from my parents from birth. They usually contain things that we believe are important to our lives, so we use something as a way to represent them.

Kiri: You can change it as much as you like to reflect better what you believe is important. Neteyam and I noted the things we thought would be right for you.

Y/n: Oh, so he helped to?

Kiri: Yeah, this was actually meant to be your eywa celebration gift from both of us.

Y/n: That's pretty cool. Why don't we bring him in, and you guys can tell me all about them together.

She nodded excitedly as she got up and walked over to get the two boys. Neteyam was the first to walk in, followed by Loak and Kiri.

Neteyam: How do you feel, bro?

Y/n: Eh, I've been better, but from what I heard, you were a big help when I collapsed, huh?

He spoke with a teasing tone, his smirk evident.

Neteyam: Yeah, well, I said I would have your back, right? And you have mine?

Y/n: Hehe, I definitely did. So, why don't you all tell me what each piece of my songcords says?

*Timeskip brought to you by y/n falling asleep.

"Slurp, slurp"

Y/n gradually opened his eyes, rubbing his head. He must have dozed off while the others were around.

His gaze swept the surroundings, noticing no one except for the dim light creeping in through the edge of the curtain doorway.

However, he did notice something strange. Given that there seemed to be a lump between his legs, as if someone were hiding under his blanket.

 But what made it more surprising was the fact that there might be two people underneath, seeing as he could see two tails poking out from the end of the bed and also by the hands grabbing his dick and licking it.

He grabbed his blanket and lifted it to be surprised by the sight before him. Never in his life would he imagine seeing these two working together to suck his cock.

There in between his legs was not only Neytiri who was licking the side of his dick but on the oppsite side was ronal. They both kept working on their side of his dick wile looking up at him.

He slowly dropped the blank back down on the two. There could only be three explanations for this:

He was somehow transported to another dimension where they didn't hate each other. He was actually in a smutty fanfic about a universe from a movie about big, tall, sexy aliens. And the most likely answer was that his fever was cooking his brain

*Flashback*

The two Navi women were returning to y/n's home following a very intense discussion.

Neytiri: Regardless of our feelings, Ronal, we need to set aside our dislike for each other and prioritize caring for Y/n. 

Ronal: On that we can agree.

As they entered Y/n Maruis, they noticed Kiri nearby, keeping an eye on the sleeping Y/n while the two sons discussed matters that Ronal found uninteresting, particularly anything involving that Lo'ak kid.

Kiri's ears perked up at the sound of their entrance, prompting her to move toward the woman, with the brothers trailing behind her.

Ronal: How was he?

Kiri: Y/n is fine, though he did fall asleep on us.

Lo'ak: Yeah, if you love birds, we weren't sneaking around for so long, maybe I would have talked to him.

Neteyam: Aw, is someone mad that he got turned down by a potential mate partner?

Lo'ak faced him, wearing a look that screamed, 'Whatever,' as he gave him the finger.

Neytiri: Lo'ak! 

He crossed his arms and rolled his eyes.

Ronal: Ahem, aside from that, how is his fever?

Kiri: He appeared to be fine, but he was clearly dealing with something.

She could sense his warmth emanating from him due to their proximity.

Ronal: Very well, we'll keep a close eye on that tonight. Thank you, young one, for watching while we were away.

Kiri: No problem at all, I would have helped regardless, "quietly," particularly if it means getting to see his adorable sleeping face.

Ronal: Now then, it's about time for all of you to leave. It's getting late, isn't it?

Kiri was about to interject as she wanted to stay and watch over him as well, but Neteyam spoke up first.

Neteyam: Ms. Ronal is right, come on, Kiri, we'd better head back. We don't want to get into any more trouble with Father, do we?

Kiri rolled her eyes, annoyed at leaving Y/N, though she recognized her brother was right, too.

Kiri: Ugh, fine.

Loak and Kiri set off first, while Neteyam lingers behind for a brief conversation with Neytiri.

Neteyam: Are you going to be home today? 

She shook her head while Neteyam closed his eyes, nodding sadly.

Neytiri: Where are you going to sleep, my son?

Neteyam: Probably in the trees, but I'll see you later, mother.

And just like that, all three were gone, now leaving the two women by themselves with Y/n.

Ronal approached, glancing at y/n while ensuring he kept pace with the fresh medical seaweed. In contrast, Neytiri wandered with her gaze fixated elsewhere, biting her lips.

She stepped closer to his bed, and Ronal remained largely uninterested until she noticed Neytiri lifting the sheets at the foot of the bed and crawling beneath them.

Ronal approached and raised the sheets, her expression revealing confusion as she looked at Neytiri.

Ronal: What do you think you're doing?

Neytiri: You mentioned that my tsahík skills are lacking and won't make a difference. That's fine. I'll assist him in my own way.

Neytiri placed one hand on his thigh, the other pushing aside his loincloth and underwrap, letting his cock rise freely.

Ronal: Truly, no shame at all, is there?

Neytiri looked back, her voice steady yet tinged with defiance, as if Ronal's judgment no longer affected her. Why should it? The only person who truly understood her stood right in front of her.

Neytiri: You called me shameless. Fine, then let me show you just how shameless I can be.

Ultimately, there was no reason to impress her; why should she? She didn't require her approval anyway; she is a warrior, and the only one whose approval matters is her own.

Neytiri wrapped her hand around his shaft, pulling the foreskin back with care. She leaned in with her tongue out and dragged a slow lick along the base, deliberate and unbothered by Ronal, who was watching her in disbelief.

Ronal was astonished by the scene before her. Even though she had witnessed it before, she still couldn't believe it. Neytiri, so bold, so unashamed, licking his cock with raw need right in front of her.

To see someone she considers her new mate being pleased by another woman so shamelessly. It tugged on her heart a little, which caused a thought to float into her head.

Could Neytiri's shamelessness lead y/n to see her as a more frequent sexual partner, even better than her?

She couldn't let that happen.

Her lips curled as she closed her eyes for a brief moment, an irritated look crossing her face. Then, without a word, she moved, crawling beside Neytiri and joining her.

Neytiri paused, throwing a sharp glare her way.

Neytiri: Such shamelessness, right?

Her tone dripped with mockery.

Ronal: I won't let my mate become prey to a woman as shameless as you.

Neytiri: He's my mate as well, and I won't lose him to you.

*Present*

A faint shuffling stirred beneath the blanket before Neytiri rose, lifting her body just enough for the fabric to slip off her back and fall behind her, revealing her slender form.

She glanced down at Ronal with a teasing smirk, starting to swing one leg over Y/n's thigh. But she paused. Instead, she leaned in, letting her body press against his, her crotch settling firmly against his leg.

Y/n had no fucking idea what was happening—but he wasn't complaining. He slid a hand up to Neytiri's lower back, resting just above her tail. It gave a sudden, subtle twitch beneath his touch.

Neytiri followed with a slow, deliberate motion—rubbing her face against his neck, like she was marking him with her scent.

Ronal, on the other hand, notice how y/n felt by the twitches in his dick which she knew she would had to one up somehow which gave he a idea.

She sat back on her knees for a moment, slowly undoing her chest pieces—her movements almost like a strip-tease, deliberate and unhurried. Piece by piece, they fell away until her breasts were bare, her soft teal nipples exposed to the open air.

Then she leaned forward again, wrapping his cock between her breasts. Pressing them together with both hands, she opened her mouth and let a line of saliva drip down onto her chest, sliding lower until it reached the shaft now nestled between them.

In a slow, deliberate rhythm, Ronal began to move her chest, her breasts bouncing softly around his cock. The sensation was warm and slick, the heat from her body warming the saliva on her skin as it spread along his shaft, making every movement more intense.

Neytiri glanced at Ronal with another sharp glare, just as Neytiri leaned up and followed suit. Ronal removed her chest piece, revealing her darker, navy-toned nipples once more. Then she lowered herself onto Y/n's chest, her hardened tips pressing against his skin, leaving no doubt about her arousal.

Y/n was enjoying all of it, but there was one thing that threw him off: the way they kept eyeing each other. It wasn't just about him. It was about outdoing one another. A silent battle for his attention.

And with that kind of tension crackling between them, it was hard to focus on either one. If this were going to work, he realized, he'd need to take the lead.

He was usually more laid back when it came to a threesome. With Neytiri and Kiri, things flowed naturally—he'd let them do their own thing while keeping a gentle hand on the rhythm, staying somewhat in control.

But this wasn't the same.

This was different.

There was tension in the air, not the good kind. Ronal and Neytiri didn't like each other, and it showed. Every glance, every motion felt like a challenge, not just for his attention, but for their dominance over each other.

After all that, the book about feline animals hadn't failed him. One chapter about lions stuck in his mind. It explained how female lions sometimes fought for dominance when a strong male was absent to keep his harem in check.

Maybe this was another trait they shared, but was he really... Ugh, just that line of thought made him cringe. 

Whatever it was, he knew he had to step up, just a little more.

Y/n: Hold it, you two!

His voice was both loud and sudden. Both women flinched, taken aback. They'd been so focused on upping each other that they'd nearly forgotten him, even though he was the one they were pleasing.

There was something different in his voice, not just loud, but commanding. The kind of tone that didn't ask for control but took it instead.

Neytiri stared at him, eyes slightly wide, a dazed look washing over her face. This side of him, demanding, dominant, hit differently.

She had always found his dominance in bed attractive, but this was…This stirred something deeper.

It made her wetter, her body reacting before her mind caught up. It reminded her of what she used to feel for Jake, his strength, his control—but now. 

Before her, now was something more. Something raw. Something that made her thighs tense and her mind spin with unspoken scenarios… ones that made her body quietly shiver with needy want.

Y/n: It's pretty apparent that you two are fighting over me.

He coughed, the sound rough, grounding the moment.

Y/n: And while that might be flattering under different circumstances, if you can't work together, then maybe we should just stop for tonight.

Y/n: I'm already sick enough as it is. So, unless you can both focus and work together, I'll just go back to what I was doing, sleeping.

Neytiri's body responded instinctively—ears flicking back, tail dropping low. Submissive. Her posture shifted without thought, as if something deep in her recognized the authority in his voice and yielded to it.

Ronal, on the other hand, didn't flinch. Instead, she raised an eyebrow, a faint smirk curving her lips. On the surface, she looked amused, maybe even impressed that he'd dared to speak to them like that.

But beneath that calm expression, something stirred.

A pull low in her body. A throbbing heat that made her legs tense. She wouldn't admit it out loud, but her body was practically begging to be fucked.

He watched and waited to see how they might react, but neither spoke up, so he finally released a sigh from his mouth before smirking a little.

Y/n: Ronal rests on your back. As for you, Neytiri, why not remove that loincloth that obscures your beautiful legs?

Y/n shifted his body, prompting Neytiri to slide off his legs. As he moved, Ronal sat back up, his cock slipping free from between her breasts. She paused, watching, then waited until there was space before lowering herself onto her back.

Now lying flat, her chest rose and fell with each breath, slow, steady. The tension lingered in the way her body moved, like she was bracing for what came next.

Neytiri stepped off the bed, fingers sliding to her hips as she untied her loincloth. As the fabric dropped, it revealed more than just her firm, toned thighs—her sweat-slicked backside caught the low light, glistening with heat and anticipation.

She looked up as she slipped it off, already catching sight of Y/n shifting into position—his focus now entirely on Ronal, preparing to enter her.

Neytiri stood there for a moment as she tossed the loincloth in her hand to the side. He'd only told her to take it off, nothing more. And now, with him focused on Ronal, a flicker of uncertainty crept in.

She wasn't used to feeling unsure, especially not in moments like this.

Her fingers tightened slightly as she watched him, waiting for a sign, a word, anything to tell her where she fit into this now.

Y/n glanced over at her, then suddenly, he winked. It was quick and subtle.

Neytiri blinked, momentarily surprised. This brief action left her unsure of his intentions. 

Y/n: Why don't you sit down and get ready for your turn, Neytiri?

She moved closer, stepping up to the bed before dropping to all fours. With slow, fluid movements, she crawled forward and positioned herself slightly behind Ronal, lying lengthwise across the bed. Her tail curled up against her body, resting at her side as she watched, curious, waiting to see what kind of woman Ronal truly was when it came to mating.

Y/n finally shifted his full focus to the woman lying before him.

He paused, taking her in. For a moment, he hesitated—not out of doubt, but simply unsure how to position himself. Her tail was angled awkwardly between his legs, making the space a little tight.

But that wasn't going to stop him.

He crouched slightly, arms slipping under Ronal's thighs as he gripped her firmly and pulled her closer to the edge of the bed. His muscles strained a little, his body not at full strength, but it didn't matter.

He was going to give it everything he had.

While crouched down, a playful smirk tugged at Y/n's lips. An idea came to him—something he hadn't tried before.

Teasing well, at least this level of it.

He leaned in slowly, bringing his face close to Ronal's left thigh. His warm breath ghosted across her skin, making her tense slightly, eyes fixed on him, unsure of what he was about to do.

Then it came.

A slow, deliberate drag of his tongue across her thigh.

Ronal's breath caught, and a shiver shot up her spine. It wasn't just the touch, it was the way he did it. Unhurried and Intentional.

It left her feeling… off. Not bad, but not exactly good either. She didn't dislike it, but she couldn't say she enjoyed it, either.

Slowly, his tongue drifted lower, inching toward the edge of Ronal's skirt, where the fabric had crept up along her thigh.

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He reached her inner thigh, his breath warm against her skin, just inches from where she ached for more.

Soft moans slipped past her lips as his tongue traced slow, deliberate lines along her skin. She hadn't expected to enjoy it this much. The heat, the patience—it was unraveling her in ways she didn't fully understand.

Y/n smirked, feeling her react beneath him. He leaned in, tongue finding her folds, moving with purpose. He circled slowly, teasing the edges before gliding up—right to the spot that made her body jolt with a sudden shiver.

Her hand flew to her mouth, stifling the lewd sound that escaped despite her effort to hold it back.

Neytiri watched, almost stunned by the change in Ronal. This wasn't the woman she'd come to know, the proud, sharp-tongued tsahík who carried herself like she was above everyone else. Seeing her like this… moaning, trembling under Y/n's tongue, it stirred something deep inside her.

One hand moved to her chest, fingers pressing into the softness of her breast as she began to massage it, teasing her nipple until it hardened under her touch. Her other hand slipped lower, gliding between her legs, just a light stroke at first, but enough to make her gasp softly, the sensation sharper than she expected.

Y/n pulled back, rising to his feet as he wiped his face, clearing away any traces of her. 

Y/n: So… got anything to say?

Ronal lay there, one arm stretched above her head, the other resting near her mouth. Her breathing was uneven, chest rising and falling from what he'd just done, but her expression stayed composed.

A slight smirk tugged at her lips.

Ronal: Is… that all? I barely felt anything.

If he'd already been inside her and heard that, things would've played out very differently.

But he knew what she was doing.

She was testing his authority over her, pushing back against him. Not because she hadn't felt it, but because she wanted to see if he'd take control.

Ronal wasn't the submissive type—never had been. She didn't follow, she led. Y/n knew it, and so did Jake.

In fact, the first thing Jake had told them before they ever set foot in the reef was simple: "Ronal's the one you look for. She's the one who makes the decisions."

And now, that same woman was lying before him—not defiant, but not yielding either. Testing his authority, pressing against his control.

Y/n gripped himself, guiding his cock as he gave a few teasing taps against the spot where her pussy lay hidden beneath the edge of her skirt. Each tap was deliberate—less playful, more a statement.

Then he shifted, lowering himself just enough to slide beneath the fabric, feeling the head of his cock press gently against her entrance.

His eyes flicked up, locking onto hers.

There was something in Ronal's gaze, something thick with heat. She wasn't saying anything, but her look gave off a particular feel. Bold. Sexual. Daring him to keep going.

Which he happily complied with, pushing his hips forward, sinking deeper into her warmth.

The moment he entered her, he felt it, her walls reacting, shaping around him like they remembered him. Extremely tight but firm and unmistakably familiar, they squeezed him in a way that made his breath hitch.

Ronal gasped as she clutched his hand resting on her hips.

Y/n let out a quiet chuckle as he began to move, his hips rocking back and forth into her. It was only the second time he'd fucked her, but Ronal's body already felt molded to him.

With every thrust, her body shifted beneath him, her chest bouncing with the rhythm of his movements, each motion drawing a soft, involuntary moan from her lips.

Y/n reached forward, his hand finding one of her breasts. He gave it a firm squeeze, feeling the soft weight fill his palm as her nipple pressed into his hand. The way her body reacted was to arch slightly.

The combined pleasure, his cock moving deep inside her and his hand firmly squeezing her breast, was just a little too much for Ronal. Her body, already sensitive from pregnancy, reacted on instinct.

Without warning, the breast Y/n held in his hand released a sudden stream of warm milk, squirting into his palm. At the exact moment, he felt Ronal's walls contract tightly around his cock.

He slowed down as his eyes narrowed slightly.

Did she really...?

She'd climaxed from having her breast squeezed.

A slow smirk formed on his face, the realization hitting with a mix of pride and arousal. He hadn't even needed to say a word. Her body had said everything for her.

Y/n raised his hand above his head, tilting it slightly as he let a few drops fall onto his tongue and into his open mouth.

Neytiri's eyes widened. She hadn't expected that—not at all.

To her, breasts had always meant nurturing—feeding the young, not this. And yet, the sight stirred something in her. Surprise. Curiosity. Maybe even the hint of a new desire.

Perhaps, she thought, if she were pregnant… she wouldn't mind trying something like that herself.

For a while now, she'd just been watching, touching herself, teasing, waiting. But the waiting was starting to wear on her.

The itch between her legs had only grown sharper, harder to ignore. And this role Y/n had given her, to sit back and wait her turn, it didn't sit right with her. That wasn't who she was.

When did I become someone who waits around? The thought cut through her haze. No. Enough of that. She needed to act. She wasn't going to just sit there any longer.

But what could she do?

.

.

.

That's when the idea hit her, sudden, bold, and precisely the kind of answer she needed. 

A playful smirk curled on her lips.

Y/n: So, can you feel it now, huh?

He glanced down at her as the sharp sound of his thrusts, hips smacking against her ass, echoed through the room. Each impact shows his dominance clearly in every controlled, powerful movement.

Ronal had been trying to maintain her usual unbothered expression, but it was slipping. Her breathing was uneven; her body was responding, no matter how hard she tried to mask it.

Still, what she said next hit a nerve.

Ronal: You… huff… put it in?

Y/n froze for half a second.

That line. The way she said it. Mocking. Dismissive.

It sparked something sharp in him—anger and frustration. His eyes flicked, almost instinctively, toward the hidden compartment in the floor.

While bagged up in cloth that was hidden underneath the photo album from before, that's where he hid some things he brought with him.

It was something he hadn't used. Not exactly a toy—more of a statement. A way to draw an apparent line between master and pet.

He'd always wondered what it'd be like to use it. But up until now, the only person he thought might be open to that kind of kink was Kiri. She had a playful, exploratory streak—one that leaned a little more toward the rough, the wild, the kinky.

But now…Now he was seriously considering pulling it out.

But to his surprise, Neytiri crawled over him with slow, deliberate movements. She glanced at him over her shoulder, and when their eyes met, a mischievous smile spread across her face.

Then she turned her back toward him and stepped over Ronal.

With careful precision, she raised one leg, then the other, positioning herself directly above the other woman's face. She began to lower herself into a full-face-sitting position, her legs spread, her back arched slightly, as her weight settled gradually.

Her chest leaned forward just enough for balance, arms resting lightly as her tail flicked behind her, slow, deliberate.

Then it lowered, brushing gently along her back before tapping lightly against Ronal's body. It continued its slow path until it found Y/n's hand, curling around his fingers in a soft, instinctive gesture. A subtle signal of connection

From Ronal's view, there was no mistaking it, Neytiri's soaked, leaking pussy hovered just inches above her face, the scent thick in the air, her heat undeniable.

Ronal opened her mouth, ready to protest whatever Neytiri was trying, she wasn't going to just take it.

But Neytiri didn't give her the chance.

Without hesitation, she lowered herself fully, pressing her pussy directly onto Ronal's mouth. The sudden contact left Ronal stunned, her words swallowed by the heat and wetness now smothering her lips.

All she could do was stare upward, her view completely dominated by Neytiri's body. Her face was frozen with confusion, unsure how to process what was happening—how to feel about the fact that another woman's pussy was now pressed against her mouth.

It was overwhelming. Unexpected. And yet… she didn't move away.

Neytiri: How does that shameless pussy taste?

Ronal tried to respond, tried to throw something back—but with Neytiri's pussy firmly pressed against her mouth, all that came out was a muffled vibration. The low hum of resistance trembled through Neytiri's core, making her shudder slightly from the sensation.

A smirk formed on Neytiri's lips. Ronal might've been trying to push back, but right now, her mouth was doing precisely what Neytiri wanted.

Neytiri glanced over her shoulder at Y/n, a smug look playing across her face. Her eyes met his, confident, daring, as she gave a slow, deliberate grind of her hips against Ronal's face.

The movement was subtle but heavy with intent, her body pressing down just enough to make Ronal feel every shift.

She was putting on a show for him.

Y/n was caught off guard by the boldness of it all.

Neytiri had always followed his lead, moving with his rhythm and responding to his cues. But this was different. 

Watching her grind down on Ronal's face with that smug look in her eyes.

He could feel it—his body getting heavier, breath shorter. As good as the show was, the constant movement was starting to wear him down. He hadn't even touched Neytiri yet, and exhaustion was already creeping in.

The lack of sleep was finally catching up.

He needs to move faster… but how? 

Then the idea hit.

Or perhaps not faster, but change….It could work.

Y/n: Neytiri, can you flip toward me and lean down?

Neytiri looked down at Ronal's face for a moment. She smirked, taking one last second to enjoy the sight of Ronal caught in the very thing she'd once mocked, the hypocrisy. 

Then, she moved quickly.

Before Ronal had a chance to react or push back, Neytiri flipped her position, turning to face Y/n. As she shifted, her body lowered, pressing against Ronal's with deliberate weight, though she was careful not to apply too much pressure to her stomach.

The contact was firm but controlled, just enough to remind Ronal who was on top… and who wasn't going anywhere but also out of care for her unborn baby.

Neytiri looked up at Y/n, her eyes steady, waiting for whatever instruction might come to her next.

Y/n responded by pulling out his cock, still slick with Ronal's arousal juices. He brought it closer to Neytiri's face, the tip hovering just inches from her lips.

She paused, eyes narrowing slightly, not in resistance, but in thought. Her keen senses picked up the scent almost instantly, the raw scent of sex lingering on him.

She slowly parted her lips, her gaze never leaving his manhood.

Y/n took the cue, guiding his cock forward until the tip pressed gently past her lips. Her mouth wrapped around him, warm and soft, and as he slid in deeper, her tongue moved instinctively, curling beneath the shaft, tracing along its length as he entered.

The warm, moist heat of her mouth welcomed him with a hint of hesitation, but she took him in, slowly, steadily.

Then, out of nowhere, Neytiri flinched—a sharp, sudden jolt that made her whole body jump.

Y/n paused mid-thrust, brow slightly raised as he looked down at her, confused. The answer came a moment later.

The source of the shock was her lower half—Ronal, still pinned beneath her, had suddenly bit down on her clit. Not hard enough to injure, but enough to send a pulse of raw electricity up Neytiri's spine.

Her lips on Y/n's cock tightened instinctively, and her breath hitched around him.

But the moment didn't end there for Ronal as she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned into it. Her mouth, once hesitant and defensive, began to move with purpose. Her tongue slipped between Neytiri's folds, slow at first, then with growing rhythm.

She started licking Neytiri's soaked cunt, the taste of her juices now met with her rising heat.

Whatever dislike they had for each other had faded for the moment as they just enjoyed the moment.

Y/n's pace quickened, his hips moving with growing urgency as the rising pressure built in his cock. He was close; his body was making that perfectly clear.

Now, he was shifting between them.

Thrusting into Neytiri's mouth, feeling her warm lips and eager tongue wrap around him, then pulling back and sliding into Ronal's soaked pussy, her walls gripping him with familiar intensity.

Back and forth, mouth to cunt, each movement pushed him closer, each sensation blending into the next.

He had to make a choice cum his seeds into neytiri mouth or Ronal pussy…and he picks…. 

option 3

He pulled out from Neytiri's mouth while she gasped, panting for air, strands of saliva still clinging to her lips. Her chest rose and fell quickly, face flushed, not just from having his cock deep in her throat—but from the relentless pleasure Ronal's tongue had been giving her below.

She was right there, nearing the edge herself.

Eyes half-lidded, lips parted, body trembling, Neytiri was caught in the same heat, the same raw anticipation that gripped the two.

Y/n gripped his cock tightly, stroking it fast and hard to finish himself off. His breath came in sharp bursts; his muscles were tense, and his focus was locked.

Then, finally, release. A few thick strands of his hot seed shot across Ronal's skirt, streaking the fabric. The next set of pulses landed on Neytiri's face, warm drops marking her flushed skin as her mouth stayed slightly parted.

At the exact moment, her tail shot straight out, tense, quivering, her body trembling as she came, pushed over the edge from Ronal's mouth and the heat of everything happening around her.

No words. Just panting, twitching bodies, and the lingering weight of it all.

After taking a moment to compose herself, Neytiri swung her leg over Ronal's face as she rolled off.

Y/n, on the other hand, walked to the side of the bed and collapsed face down before rolling onto his side. He was completely drained and had no strength for another round.

He rolled over, keeping his eyes fixed on the ceiling of his home, and felt a fleeting sense of peace. This was the only moment he could truly relax without worrying about anything else.

As he shut his eyes to drift off, he suddenly sensed someone sitting on his hips, prompting a look of concern to emerge on his face as he opened his eyes.

What he saw was Neytiri looking down at him with a feisty and dominant look on her face.

Neytiri: I hope you're not forgetting about me after just one round with her, Y/n.

Neytiri: I still need to show you I'm the better match for you… not her.

Ronal: I'm not going to lose to you, Neytiri

Ronal lay on her back, catching her breath as she spoke.

Y/n: Ugh, hold on, I can't go another round. I don't have the energy for it, Neytiri.

She raised an eyebrow before leaning down and pressing her body against him.

Neytiri: Don't worry, I will do all the work~

He had a feeling that the night was still early and that he might regret this come morning.

Word count: 8469

We're finally reaching the end, so I'd like to have a little discussion. 

What are some theories on how this will end in the last two main chapters? Like, what do you think is going to happen?

So, I want to hear what people think. After all, I do like reading the comments people leave behind.

 Besides that, this took forever. If I kept the chapters together, it would be about 13000 words, which would be the longest chapter ever.

But also, how do you feel about the new and improved lemons sequence? This was actually what the poll was about when I asked about AI ChatGPT when it came to writing, and well, we made it so it would only be used on lemons part, because well, it can improve what Grammarly isn't allowed to do and that is helping improve sex writing and I think it did well.

But anyway I hoped you enjoy this chapter.