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Kwei, a proud Yautja warrior and son of the clan leader, set his course for a new planet in search of worthy prey. Rumors spoke of a powerful creature roaming the forests of a world called Pandora—the thanator. Massive, many-limbed, with jaws filled with rows of lethal teeth, it was said to be one of the deadliest predators on the planet. A worthy hunt, without question. Its skull would make a fine trophy to present to his father, a thrilling story for his youngest brother, Dek.
The planet itself was breathtaking. Lush and vibrant, overflowing with colorful plants and towering trees so tall their tops vanished into the sky. It felt alive—radiant and untamed—nothing like the barren lands of Yautja Prime were Kwei clan lived. Kwei paused to draw in the fresh air before activating his cloak and concealing both himself and his ship. Switching his bio-mask to infrared vision, he filtered out everything but warm-blooded creatures. No distractions. Only the hunt. It took nearly a full day before he finally encountered the beast. The thanator was even larger than he had imagined—its dark blue hide thick and scarred, its massive head crowned with a maw large enough to swallow a Yautja’s skull in a single bite.
Adrenaline surged through Kwei as he locked his shoulder cannon onto the creature’s flank. One moment more, and he would strike.
Then—
A rustle of leaves. A sudden gust of wind.
From the treetops, a figure descended, and the sharp whistle of something slicing through the air followed. Kwei watched in surprise as a thin projectile with feathers pierced the thanator’s neck. The creature roared in fury. Kwei’s gaze snapped toward the attacker. Partially concealed behind a thick bush draped in blue vines stood someone he had never seen before. Tall and lean, their skin was a deep blue, marked with darker stripes that mirrored the colors of the forest itself. Recognition stirred in his mind—the planet’s natives. The Na’vi. Elegant, powerful beings who lived in harmony with nature. This one was a forest variant.
The native wore minimal garments, heavily adorned with beads and bangles wrapped around his biceps. A warrior.
Kwei watched, fascinated, as the other scaled a tree using nothing but his limbs, moving with effortless grace, silent. Perched high above, he readied his weapon, a thin bow, it was made out of wood and had no automatic crosshair.
The warrior fired again. The arrow struck true, piercing the thanator’s eye. The beast howled and charged blindly forward, and Kwei seized his chance.
He leapt, driving his wrist blades deep into the creature’s thick hide. The thanator thrashed violently. Kwei tore his spear from its back holster and rammed it into the beast’s neck. The creature spasmed and slammed its massive body into a tree.
The impact sent Kwei flying—his cloak flickered and failed as he hit the ground hard. Dazed, he struggled to rise.
The sharp end of an arrow met his chest.
Kwei looked up into large, unfamiliar eyes. The Na’vi’s face was broad and striking, his nose flat, eyes big, his chest rising and falling rapidly with exertion.
“What is a pink skin like you doing here?” the native hissed. “You do not belong in Eywa’s domain.”
Kwei’s mandibles twitched in anger. He removed his bio-mask.
“I am no human!” he snarled, rising to his full height. He spread his mandibles wide and hissed back, refusing to bow. Though shorter than the Na’vi, he stood tall enough to meet his gaze without craning his neck.
“Do not compare me to such weak creatures. They have no honor.”
The Na’vi froze, stunned.
“I am a Predator—a warrior of Yautja Prime,” Kwei continued. “Son of Clan Leader Njohrr.”
The bow slowly lowered. The Na’vi’s long ears flicked, uncertainty crossing his features.
Suddenly, the ground trembled—the wounded thanator was charging again.
They both leapt aside. The Na’vi fired an arrow at the thanator. Kwei donned his mask and quickly pinned the beast with his shoulder cannon. The shots struck, and the thanator cried in pain.
The Na’vi stood at his side.
“Why are you here? Why are you hunting the thanator?” the Na’vi asked, eyes narrowed, bow drawn taut and ready to fire.
“We seek honor by hunting the greatest creatures across the galaxy,” Kwei explained. “The larger and stronger the prey, the higher the honor. We follow a code—we do not harm the helpless or the sick. We have no quarrel with your people, only with the thanator. It is an exceptional prey.”
The Na’vi’s eyes narrowed.
“Here, we do not kill for honor. Killing for anything other than food is an unnecessary loss. All life is sacred on Pandora.”
“And why do you hunt the beast, warrior?” Kwei asked, stepping closer to the Na’vi.
“He was too close to Hometree,” the Na’vi replied sharply. “I was not hunting him—I was driving him away. As the clan’s best warrior, it is my duty to protect the clan, to defend the young and the weak.”
His voice carried offense, as if the idea of being compared to a mere hunter insulted him deeply.
Kwei thought of his own clan—of the weak, of his younger brother Dek. Of how his father often spoke of ending what was defective. Why could they not protect their own blood the way the Na’vi did?
“You are a very honorable warrior,” Kwei said at last, inclining his head in genuine respect. “I wish my own clan respected all its members—protected them—as you do.”
With that, Kwei turned and fired the remaining charge from his shoulder cannon. The blast struck the thanator, and the massive creature collapsed, twitching and gasping as blood poured from its wounds.
The Na’vi reacted instantly. He slammed into Kwei, throwing him to the ground and pinning him there. His face twisted into a vicious snarl, and behind his mask, Kwei mirrored the expression, snarling.
With the tip of an arrow, the Na’vi knocked the bio-mask from Kwei’s face and locked eyes with him.
“There is no honor in this,” the Na’vi hissed. “You ended a life for your own pleasure. You are no different from the humans.”
The arrow’s tip pressed against Kwei’s throat.
Now, Kwei was truly angry.
“I did not kill for pleasure!” he growled. “I kill because I must! The more honor I earn, the stronger warrior I become—the more recognition I gain.”
He reached up, seized the thin wooden arrow, and snapped it in two as he rose, forcing them face to face, their chests heaving, almost touching. The Na’vi was only inches away, practically straddling him.
“I have a brother to protect. If I do not become the next clan leader, they will force me to kill him.”
Fire burned in Kwei’s eyes as he stared at the Na’vi.
Then something strange happened.
A small, jellyfish-like creature drifted between them—thin, elegant, glowing softly. It floated gently until it brushed against Kwei’s forehead before drifting away again. Curious little thing, Kwei thought, looking up.
The Na’vi gasped sharply and scrambled off him, staring at the little thing in awe. He raised a hand, as if to catch it, but did not touch it.
“Eywa believes you are pure,” the Na’vi said softly. “But no death should leave the living plane without respect.”
Kwei nodded, he understood all warriors beast or not deserve respect and an honorable rite of passing.
The native warrior lowered his weapon, knelt beside the great beast, and prayed—hands together, movements flowing and reverent, murmuring softly to Eywa.
Kwei mirrored the posture, lowering his head in respect.
“A fine beast,” Kwei said solemnly, addressing the fallen thanator. “A fine trophy. A great honor.”
The Na’vi said nothing, so Kwei assumed he had done well.
“Warrior,” Kwei asked, his mandibles twitching, “what is your name?”
The native lifted his gaze.
“Tsu’tey te Rongloa Ateyitan.”
“Tsutey… I am Kwei, son o—”
“No!” Tsu’tey hissed sharply, ears flattening. “It is Tsu’tey.”
More hissing.
Kwei spread his mandibles and hissed back with all his strength.
“Tsu’tey~”
The sound came out smoother, almost sultry. It seemed their language required far more hissing than his own.
Tsu’tey’s eyes widened, but he nodded in approval.
Kwei removed one of his knives and presented it to the Na’vi.
“I will take the skull to show my earned honor to my clan,” he said, “but the rest belongs to your people. You aided in the kill—you have the right to help with the skinning.”
Tsu’tey hesitated, clearly uneasy.
“I must speak to my clan’s tsahìk before deciding how much we may take without upsetting the balance.”
Kwei nodded and began preparing his tools. He carefully skinned the head, peeling away hide and fat with practiced ease.
“I will keep watch,” Tsu’tey said, rising to his full height. “So no pink skins disturb us—or my clan.”
He positioned himself behind Kwei, guarding his back.
Kwei noted the gesture with approval. Protecting others was something a respected warrior should do—something he himself should learn if he wished to lead his clan differently.
Slowly, the skull was freed. With a clean, decisive cut, Kwei separated it from the body. He then used his tools to remove the remaining muscle, leaving only bone. Finally, he steamed and cleaned it, washing away the blood until the surface was smooth and sterile.
When Kwei turned to show his work, he noticed something unusual. Tsu’tey had only one dreadlock, a braid rather. It was long—far longer than expected—and completely undecorated.
This confused Kwei; among warriors, hair was always adorned. Acting on instinct, he reached out and grasped it, searching the thanator’s remains for something suitable to mark Tsu’tey’s successful hunt. He tugged a little too hard.
Tsu’tey gasped sharply, knees buckling as he turned. The pull hadn’t hurt—far from it. It was just enough to demand attention, enough to send sensation rushing through him.
To his utter mortification, the tip of his kuru opened before Kwei’s curious gaze.
And to his further embarrassment—and arousal—Kwei lifted the flower-like end toward his face. His mandibles parted slightly, as if scenting it. Warm breath brushed over the delicate tendrils as they curled instinctively around his mandibles.
Tsu’tey panted, breathless.
“W-wait,” he managed, swallowing hard. “That’s… that’s not how it works.”
Kwei tilted his head, curious, emitting a low, rumbling sound. His mandibles trembled. The vibration traveled up the kuru, straight to Tsu’tey’s mind, making his vision blur. He barely suppressed a moan.
“It’s called a kuru,” Tsu’tey explained shakily. “We use it to connect—to all living things. To bond. To mate. It’s sacred… and delicate.”
He licked his lips nervously.
“Please. Be careful.”
He wasn’t sure why he allowed it to continue. The grip was firm but not painful, and the way Kwei stared at it made heat coil deep in his gut.
“Dreadlocks are a sign of honor and pride among Yautja,” Kwei said. “They are sensitive as well.”
He took one of his own dreadlocks and brought it close to Tsu’tey’s kuru.
“They are also used for mating—though we decorate them with our success, our mate’s beads and clan colors.”
The words were white noise in Tsu’tey’s ears. There was no true connection, there couldn't be, but Tsu’tey was panting harder than ever. Fire coursed through his veins, electricity sparking where their hair brushed.
A wounded, needy sound slipped from his throat.
Eywa… why do I crave him like this? I shouldn’t.
Kwei seemed calm, rummaging through the thanator’s remains, searching for something. Meanwhile, all Tsu’tey could think of was the boldness of the Predator, the ache in his belly, the awareness of how badly his body betrayed him.
How his arousal had slipped free fron his slit, straining noticeably against his loincloth. He was becoming desperate for the other attention.
Kwei turned back and gently disengaged their hair. He slipped something into Tsu’tey’s braid—a jagged white ring of bone, shaped like a vertebra, threaded with gold that caught the light. It rested midway along his kuru, He could feel its weight. It drove him wild.
Kwei wanted this—wanted him—just as badly. He saw it in the Predator’s eyes, the same fire threatening to consume them both.
Tsu’tey surged forward, grabbing a fistful of Kwei’s dreadlocks and pulling him into a kiss—strange, heated, messy, desperate. He licked along the Yautja’s mandibles, and Kwei parted them willingly, drawing him in.
Mandibles trembled against his cheeks, a rough caress, as a thick tongue slid between them, claiming his lips. Tsu’tey parted his lips eagerly.
Their tongues met, and Kwei growled in approval, one large hand settling firmly around Tsu’tey’s waist.
Tsu’tey clung to his shoulders and dreadlocks, moaning into the kiss. The mandibles shifted and trembled against his cheeks, as if Kwei wanted to swallow him whole—Tsu’tey would let him.
The kiss deepened, hungry and consuming, until Tsu’tey felt like he might be burned alive in the best possible way.
Kwei finally pulled back. Both of them were panting now, Kwei’s chest rumbled satisfied. He pressed his forehead to Tsu’tey’s, the low rumble deepening as they stayed there, breath mingling.
Kwei’s hands roamed over Tsu’tey’s body, drifting lower and lower until his fingers reached the edges of the tented loincloth. He looked up, silently asking permission, his thumb toying the fabric’s edge, teasing.
Tsu’tey nodded, biting his lip as he struggled to contain the needy sounds threatening to spill from his throat.
Kwei hooked his index claw into the string and pulled—slowly, deliberately, maintaining eye contact, until it finally snapped, leaving Tsu’tey bare.
Tsu’tey moaned.
Tsu’tey had a slit like his own. Kwei hummed appreciatively. The slit was open like a parted flower, a slender cock resting at its center. Beautiful. It was already oozing, vibrant pink slik that almost seemed to shine. He wondered absently if it would glow at night.
Kwei dragged his hand down Tsu’tey’s waist, past his hips, deliberately avoiding the leaking member. Instead, he traced the edge of the slit with his thumb. The skin twitched, opening wider, begging for more.
Tsu’tey gasped, a choked, desperate little sound that only spurred Kwei on.
Emboldened by those noises, Kwei pressed his thumb into the slit just beneath Tsu’tey’s cock. It was warm and wet, drawing him in. He pushed deeper, and Tsu’tey wailed—high-pitched and needy—as he curled against Kwei, trembling with pleasure.
“Aahh…”
Tsu’tey’s fingers tangled in Kwei’s dreadlocks, tugging hard enough to draw a growl from the Predator. The pull skirted dangerously close to pain, mixing with pleasure in a heady concoction of lust and overwhelming desire.
He seized Tsu’tey’s hips firmly, pinning him in place.
“Keep still,” Kwei growled, so close to Tsu’tey’s ear that he could feel the hot air brush against it.
Tsu’tey whined in response.
Kwei released the Na’vi’s hips and dragged his thumb downward, slipping out of Tsu’tey’s slit and smearing the pink slick all over the sensitive skin.
He rose, intending to remove his gear.
Tsu’tey looked gorgeous lying there—spread and bare, his slit wide open and leaking a thin stream of pink onto the ground. His chest heaved as he panted heavily, lips parted shiny with spit, eyes locked on Kwei’s.
Molten gold met molten gold, the desire in Tsu’tey’s gaze so intense it threatened Kwei’s restraint like nothing ever had before.
“You are gorgeous,” Kwei purred lowly, voice rich and sultry. “All bare and ready just for me.”
He quickly stripped off his shoulder pauldrons and battle skirt. His codpiece was already uncomfortable, his own member pressing painfully against it as he moved.
Kwei’s body was far more muscular than his own—shorter, but densely packed with strength. His pale red and gray skin stood in stark contrast to the vibrant greens and blues of Pandora.
Tsu’tey couldn’t tear his eyes away from the powerful figure before him, desire coiling low in his gut as he watched the Yautja undress. Armor fell to the ground with a heavy clang.
Kwei stripped himself of everything except the thin cords crisscrossing his chest, which only served to accentuate his body further.
Tsu’tey trailed his gaze downward, biting his lip as he stared at Kwei’s crotch. The Yautja had a slit as well—pale brown folds of skin from which a thick member emerged. It was brown and yellowish, slick with a clear fluid viscous enough to stretch into glistening strings.
Kwei’s cock was slightly shorter than Tsu’tey’s, but much thicker, with a round, bulbous tip already leaking and a pronounced ring of tissue at its base.
Tsu’tey groaned softly at the sight. It would be a delight to split himself around something so glorious.
He moved closer, dragging a hand over the hard muscles of Kwei’s abdomen until his fingers wrapped around the thick member. He gave it a slow, deliberate stroke, marveling at its firmness and warmth.
The thought of tasting the slick, of feeling that heat in his mouth, made his breath hitch.
He leaned in until his breath fanned over the sensitive skin, then he looked up for permission, fire burning in his eyes.
Kwei studied him, expression unreadable.
“Na’vi don’t have sharp teeth,” Tsu’tey said, tugging at the corner of his mouth to reveal his duller fangs. “But we do have lips,” Tsu’tey replied teasingly.
He leaned down and kissed the tip, never breaking eye contact.
Kwei moaned, a hand rising to rest against the back of Tsu’tey’s head—not pushing, not restraining, just grounding himself there.
“There is no such practice among my people,” Kwei said between heavy breaths, mandibles twitching, small clicking sounds slipping from them. “But… please continue.”
He had never considered putting his mouth on such delicate anatomy, yet the sight of Tsu’tey on his knees, worshiping him, sent a sharp thrill through his body.
Tsu’tey’s hand slid into Kwei’s hair, fingers tangling in the thin braids.
“Grab all you want,” he murmured, “but don’t pull—unless you want me to stop.” he smirked.
Then he descended again.
Kwei’s fingers tightened in reflex, and he groaned as sensation flooded through him hot and wet, the vibration of Tsu’tey’s lips along his length.
Tsu’tey kissed and licked him, licking the slick away with careful attention.
“You taste almost sweet,” Tsu’tey said, licking his lips, a deep purple flush spreading across his cheeks.
Kwei whined.
Tsu’tey took him deeper, lips stretched tight around the beginning of his knot.
Nothing could have prepared Kwei for the sensation—the wet heat, the gentle press of tongue, the unwavering eye contact. He nearly lost himself then and there.
Tsu’tey pulled back just enough, slow and deliberate, teasing him.
Kwei shut his eyes and moaned as the pace built, his control slipping. He bowed forward, curling around Tsu’tey, gripping his hair more firmly.
Tsu’tey moaned in response, the vibration tipping Kwei over the edge.
He came with a broken sound, body trembling, legs quivering.
He kept Tsu’tey close until his strength failed him, and then the Na’vi guided him gently down to the ground.
“Incredible,” Kwei huffed, still trying to regain his bearings after the mind-shattering orgasm.
“I’m glad you liked it,” Tsu’tey purred, his fingers tangled in the other’s dreadlocks.
Tsu’tey stretched lazily, peppering little kisses along Kwei’s jaw and mandibles. The mandibles twitched at the sensation, and Kwei’s entire body began to tremble as a low rumble built in his throat—a deep, satisfied purr.
His hands slid down toward Tsu’tey’s slit, fingers skirting the edges of the slick opening.
“Let me pleasure you,” Kwei murmured, leaning close to Tsu’tey’s ear, his hot breath making it twitch.
“Mmm, yes,” Tsu’tey hummed, then shook his head slightly. “But not there. That’s reserved for mates.”
He pulled Kwei’s hand from his crotch and guided it to his ass instead, tail lifting for better access. He looked back at Kwei with unrestrained lust.
“Here—this is for… lovers.”
Kwei grabbed Tsu’tey’s left cheek roughly, drawing a surprised groan from him.
“I’m going to make you feel so good,” Kwei promised before kissing him with the passion of a hunter savoring a successful chase.
His fingers dug into the soft muscle of Tsu’tey’s ass, and Tsu’tey moaned into the kiss as claws circled his entrance.
“Get down, on your knees and arms,” Kwei instructed, tapping Tsu’tey’s ass lightly. “I want to prepare you properly and you’re too tall, gorgeous.”
Tsu’tey slowly slid off Kwei’s chest and obeyed, settling onto the grass with his chest down and hips raised, eyes burning with desire.
He was a breathtaking sight—lean muscle and impossible flexibility, braid adorned with the token of their hunt and Kwei’s devotion.
Against the surrounding wilderness, Tsu’tey painted a debouched picture: hips lifted, legs spread, chest bowed to the ground, arms stretched forward, cock heavy between his thighs, bobbing with every shaky breath, a bright pink puddle forming beneath him.
Kwei ached to taste him.
He stepped behind Tsu’tey, hands caressing those beautiful cheeks before wandering lower, sinking his fingers into the wet slick of Tsu’tey’s slit.
“I said not there,” Tsu’tey gasped, annoyance melting quickly into pleasure.
“I know,” Kwei murmured, mandibles grazing Tsu’tey’s back. “But I need something to prepare you with—and this…”
He bit gently into his back.
“Is perfect.”
Tsu’tey whined.
Once his fingers were coated and Tsu’tey was making soft, needy noises, Kwei pulled back, rubbing his fingers together, curious.
“I wonder how this tastes.”
“Wha—” Tsu’tey twisted, eyes wide in surprise.
Kwei brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them slowly, reverently, never breaking eye contact.
“Exquisite.”
Tsu’tey let out a broken moan.
Kwei returned his hand to Tsu’tey’s ass and pressed a finger in carefully, mindful of his claws he pushed in.
“So tight” he breathed.
Tsu’tey gasped as Kwei worked his finger in and out, slow and deliberate, fucking his finger into the tigth heat.
He spent several minutes stretching him gently, coaxing his body open.
“Another..ahh..I’m ready,” Tsu’tey mewled.
“Okay.”
Kwei added a second finger, gathering the slick as he pushed it back inside.
“You’re taking me so well, Tsu’tey,” he rasped, enthralled by the sight.
“Your fingers feel big… can’t wait for the real thing,” Tsu’tey gasped, eyes gleaming.
“Me too, gorgeous .”
Kwei scissored his fingers slowly, pressing against the soft inner walls.
Tsu’tey let out a filthy, garbled sound, his upper body going slack, tail twitching wildly.
Kwei grabbed it, massaging the base until it vibrated in his grip, drawing another broken sound from Tsu’tey’s lips.
“So good…”
Kwei continued until the tight muscle finally relaxed, then carefully added a third finger.
Tsu’tey moaned at the intrusion, rocking back instinctively, body moving in rhythm with Kwei’s thrusts.
Wet sounds filled the air, his cock dripping steadily, a pool of pink slik staining the grass below. A shame all that exquisiteness would go to waste.
“I think you’re ready for me,” Kwei murmured, mandibles tracing soft nips along blue skin.
“Yes…please…I need you” Tsu’tey pleaded, desperate and shaking.
Kwei withdrew his fingers and dragged them down through Tsu’tey’s slit, gathering more slick to coat his aching erection.
Tsu’tey whimpered.
Kwei pressed the tip of his cock to the entrance.
“I’m going to push in. Tell me if it hurts and I’ll stop.”
“You won’t hurt me,” Tsu’tey insisted, arching his back even more.
Kwei pushed in slowly. Sinking into the heat and wetness inch by inch. He groaned he had never felt anything this intense: the pressure, the warmth, the wetness, pleasure building with every movement.
“You’re so tight… you are pulling me in,” Kwei growled.
“I’ve—never taken anything this big,” Tsu’tey mewled.
“Good.”
The dark, possessive edge in Kwei’s voice made Tsu’tey shudder with pleasure.
When Kwei finally bottomed out, he paused, then drew back just slightly before easing in again, slow and controlled.
Tsu’tey groaned, head hanging low, and it was all the reassurance Kwei needed.
He began to move—steady, methodical—watching carefully for any sign of pain.
But Tsu’tey only moaned beautifully, sprawled on the ground, body spasming with Kwei´s every thrust, Tsu’tey pushed back rocking on Kwei´s cock.
It was all the reassurance he needed he started to move harder, faster, wet sounds filling the space between them as their bodies slid together with ease.
“More…Ah! I want more—harder…,” Tsu’tey begged, claws digging into the ground.
“Of course dear~”
In a bold move, Kwei lifted Tsu’tey’s right leg, tucking the other between his own until they were flush together. The hot brush of his slit against Tsu'tey's ass was maddening.
He pushed even deeper than before, his knot catching at the rim.
“Oh, fuck—”
“Is it too much?”
“No—no, it’s perfect! You’re so big—Eywa, this is incredible,” Tsu’tey moaned, unabashed, looking back with a blissed-out expression that broke into another cry of pleasure as Kwei trusted inside.
Kwei increased his pace until each thrust of his hips drove Tsu’tey farther into the ground, forcing him away. He had to grab the other’s leg and pull him back in.
Tsu’tey was a garbled mess of incoherent words and broken moans, hips rocking helplessly against him.
Their sounds, moans, grunts, the wet slap of skin against skin, were the only things echoing through the forest.
Kwei kept his animalistic rhythm, slamming into Tsu’tey as hard as he could. He could feel his knot swelling, the pressure building as he shifted from speed to deep, punishing thrusts that had Tsu’tey crying out, saliva dripping from his open mouth.
He looked stunning—lost to pleasure, uncaring of who might hear or see, eyes glassy, giving himself completely to pleasure, the pleasure Kwei offered.
It was beautiful.
Tsu’tey cried out, a loud, broken sound of pleasure that tore from his chest as his body trembled. He came hard, his insides clenching around Kwei in a vice-like grip, sucking him in.
Kwei growled, overwhelmed—he had never felt anything so intense. His own release surged closer as he thrust once more, his knot locking inside Tsu’tey.
The pressure was unbearably good, perfect.
Tsu’tey’s body finally gave out under the onslaught of sensation.
Kwei gently guided him to the ground, and they collapsed together.
Tsu’tey spasmed around the knot, soft, breathless groans slipping from his lips as he panted.
Kwei wrapped his arms around Tsu’tey’s waist, spooning him from behind and holding still so he wouldn’t pull free. A deep, satisfied purr rumbled from his chest.
Tsu’tey’s hand rested against Kwei’s side.
“You’re still inside me,” he murmured, breathless. “And you feel even bigger.”
“I know,” Kwei said softly. “I should have warned you. Yautja have a knot—a swelling at the base of their member, to ensure coupling and increase the chance of offspring. It`s keeping us united.”
He pressed gentle kisses along Tsu’tey’s back, fingers curling around his hand.
“It will go down soon. Don’t worry.”
“Mmm… it actually feels really good,” Tsu’tey replied, a hint of mischief glinting in his eyes. “You’re keeping me warm. I like it.”
He hesitated, then added quietly, “Next time… I’d like to hold you, to see you.”
Kwei squeezed his hand.
“Of course.”
They spent long minutes basking in each other’s warmth, tangled together in comfortable silence.
When the knot finally softened, Kwei withdrew slowly, his member retracting back into its sheath.
He rose and rummaged through his equipment, searching for a cloth. Carefully, reverently, he cleaned Tsu’tey, treating him like something precious, cleaning like he was one of his weapons.
His mandibles traced gentle paths along Tsu’tey’s legs, leaving soft nips and kisses in their wake.
Tsu’tey watched, enraptured by the care, humming softly in appreciation.
When Kwei finished, Tsu’tey pulled him up for a tender kiss.
Kwei’s mandibles framed his face as his purr deepened, the vibrations making his mandibles tremble. Their tongues met in a slow, lingering dance before they parted, foreheads resting together.
“ I see you” Tsu’tey said, eyes locked on Kwei´s ones.
Kwei purr intensified.
Eventually, they separated and gathered their gear. They dressed in a comfortable silence.
Kwei glanced at Tsu’tey as he checked his bow for damage, then slipped an arm around his waist.
“I don’t understand how you can hunt with such primitive weapons,” Kwei said curiously.
“And yet,” Tsu’tey laughed softly, “without me, you wouldn’t have defeated the thanator.”
“Mmm… maybe,” Kwei replied, rising onto his toes to kiss Tsu’tey’s jaw.