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The eye of Polyphemus bloomed above the Pandoran atmosphere peeking at him through the clouds, the eclipse was drawing closer and he knew he had to get back.
His "relationship" with the RDA wasn't exactly all on good terms, especially after the major altercation that he had with the Sully's earlier that week.
His bruises ached.
His knees felt heavy.
And his breathes drew shorter.
He wondered what Lyle would have thought of him know, his War paint that Varang had intricately placed on him speaking louder than his words.
The eclipse was drawing closer, and the last thing he wanted to encounter was a predator in his wounded state.
He arrived back, marveling at the sheer size of a once great Hometree, now charred and toppled onto its side. He stared at clump of twigs that had formed a tumbleweed and bounced away as the wind blew the ash and dust to the side.
He entered the village, passing Mangkwan that danced, sang and did what ever bullshit that they took pleasure in doing.
"What the hell am I doing here"
He though to himself, although he remembered.
Pandora wasn't all that different from Earth, despite the Alien wildlife and floating mountains.
Now that he was disbanded from the RDA he had time to think to himself without constantly being interrupted with mission briefings and updates from whereabouts of the Sully's.
It was getting late, and he knew that if he wanted to heal in his "improved" body, rest was important.
He entered Tsahik's yurt, he believed didn't need "permission" after their alliance together.
He scanned the room, she wasn't there, probably off collecting some herbs or whatever the heck she ground up in her motar.
Her sent lingered inside.
He got comfortable, resting against the furs and unknown animal hides that decorated the ground before him, not even a minute had passed before she returned.
Her eyes dawning on him the same way they did when she first saw him.
She smirked, showing just the tips of her canines.
"Does authority not apply to you, Skyman?"
She winced playfully. Quaritch didn't know what to say, his tail curling into a spiral as it touched his leg.
Varang walked closer, Quaritch felt the weight of her eyes staring down at him as he looked back at her with that same intensity.
She stooped down, leaning slightly forward to match his height, her tail coiling and swaying behind her.
She removed the distance between their faces, her huge yellow eyes staring into him.
Nothing was said, because there was nothing to say, not even the RDA could could save him now.
She was his.
And he was all hers.
She stared at his slightly bruised face, still healing from the battle not too long ago, then she kissed him. Firmly but not uncomfortable, reaching her hand behind his head and towards his Kuru.
Nuh, uhh.
He jolted.
I said, if you touch me with that thing again I would kill you.
Varang frowned, then hissed, pulling her knife from a ledge close by inside her yurt.
And placing it to his throat
No.
She said.
I, will kill you.
You have no thunder.
And you stay among my people now.
She darted.
It will not hurt this time, she smirked.
I promise.
Quaritch surrendered, the last thing he wanted was for her to eat his heart as she had promised.
They connected, his eyes darting back and forth from Varang to his Kuru as he stared him down.
He felt her.
Her thoughts, her feelings.
And she felt the same.
She kissed him once again, this time harder, deeper, without the intention of letting up.
Then she kissed his neck, biting it and reveling in the taste of his blood.
Slowly moving to his chest.
Then his abdomen.
And eventually his cock.
She could feel him panicking, overthinking it inside his mind.
"Should I bite it off?"
She replied playfully.
He hadn't even noticed she removed his undergarments while they kissed.
Before Quaritch could respond, she had his length completely inside her throat, her lips canned his ballsack as she held him there.
Her massive yellow eyes staring up into his very existence.
She knew what she was doing to him, and she knew how it made him feel. With or without Tshayleu involved.
Maybe Ardmore was right, she was a savage, a beautiful one that devoured her prey whole whether they liked it or not.
Quaritch eventually broke eye contact, distracted by her tail wagging and swinging back and forth like an excited puppy.
However, he knew her eyes were still locked onto him.
Suddenly, she started gagging on him.
Not because she had to, but because she wanted to, she wanted him to feel her, to know that this was his one and only mate and that she would never let go.
Her throat contractions were enough to disrupt his breathing and allow his eyes to wander across the room, his body relaxing as she made him hers.
She knew he was close to climax, she could literally feel it through their bond, so she tightened her oral grip.
Regaining his attention without having to say a word.
Their eyes meeting each other's once again, hers just being significantly larger of course.
No!
Yelled Quaritch.
Varang didn't stop.
She never particularly took a liking to the word no, or listening to people who told her otherwise.
Quaritch leaned back as he covered his eyes with the middle of his palms, regretting most of his life choices leading up to whatever fuckery that Varang was doing to him now.
She sensed that he was ashamed.
Ashamed of what?
It was just Herself and Him.
Perhaps he wasn't fond of the Natives, but she could change that.
She smirked up at him as she drained him, giggling to herself as she watched how desperately he tried to escape her.
Her tail flicking behind her, as she stuck her head deeper onto the base of his cock.
Refusing to let up an inch out of her grasp.
He wasn't going anywhere, and if he was it wouldn't have been far.
She finished with herself swallowing most of it before finally releasing him and kissing the head of his cock, as her saliva still stained the entirety of it.
As she returned that kiss to his lips, holding it longer than expected as she disconnected their glowing Kuru's and tightly wrapped her arms around his body.
She knew he was overwhelmed with her pleasure.
Cuddling his already exhausted body to sleep.
"It is done."
She said.
As she smiled up at him, her tail fluttering against the bottom of his jaw and the top of his throat.
Watching as he tried his best to ignore her grasp and fall asleep.
Which would be easy considering what Tsahik had just done to him minutes before. As she picked some uncovered ash from a patch in the furs from the ground and started rubbing circles with it onto his skin.