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The dense undergrowth of Pandora’s rainforest exploded with chaos as the Thanator burst from the shadows, its panther-like body a blur of armored black scales and sharp claws. Rumi’s braid whipped behind her as she clutched her sample kit tightly against her chest, the oxygen mask fogging slightly with her ragged breaths.

Beside her, Jinu and Abby were sprinting just as desperately. They had been out on a routine field research expedition, collecting flora samples and soil cores from the ecosystem as they documented the planet’s wonders.

But now, the peaceful pursuit had shattered into a nightmare.

The Thanator’s roar echoed like thunder, shaking the vines and sending flocks of glowing insects scattering into the air. Its six powerful legs pounded the earth, closing the gap with terrifying speed as its jaw snapped at the air where Abby’s heel had just been

“Run! Split up!” Jinu shouted as he veered sharply to the left, yanking Abby toward a cluster of massive tree roots that twisted like ancient serpents. Abby stumbled but caught his balance as he glanced back with wide eyes. “Rumi, this way—wait, no!”

But it was too late; the beast’s focus locked onto Rumi, its yellow eyes gleaming with predatory hunger. Jinu and Abby disappeared into the foliage, their footsteps fading as they bolted in the opposite direction, leaving Rumi alone in the path of the creature.

Rumi’s heart pounded as she dashed forward. The Thanator lunged, its claws raking through the air inches from her back, shredding a low-hanging leaf into confetti. She dove under a fallen log, rolling through a bed of fungi that burst into sparkling spores, temporarily blinding the beast. It snarled in frustration, shaking its head as it crashed into the log, splintering the wood with a crack. Rumi scrambled to her feet as she pushed onward; adrenaline surged through her veins, sharpening her senses as her fear mixed with the earthy aroma of the planet’s air.

She zigzagged through the trees, leaping over roots that snaked across the path like living traps. But the Thanator pursued relentlessly, its body coiling and springing like a living shadow as it smashed through smaller plants with effortless power.

Rumi spotted a narrow ravine ahead, and with a desperate cry, she hurled herself toward it, sliding down the embankment in a cascade of dirt and pebbles. The beast followed, digging its claws into the soil as it skidded after her. But the angle was too steep; its massive frame lost traction, tumbling sideways as it slammed into a boulder. Rocks dislodged and rained down, forcing Rumi to dodge a falling stone that nearly crushed her flat.

Gasping for breath, she plunged into the stream at the ravine’s bottom. The Thanator recovered quickly, shaking off the impact and bounding after her, but Rumi was already clambering up the opposite side. She pulled herself over the lip just as the creature’s jaws snapped shut on empty air, missing her boot by a hair’s breadth.

Rumi spotted a thicket of thorny brambles ahead, and she barreled into it, ignoring the scratches that tore at her sleeves and skin. The Thanator hesitated at the edge, its bulk too large to navigate the dense tangle without injury, so it let out a final, frustrated bellow before turning away to vanish back into the depths of the forest.

Rumi collapsed against a tree, her chest heaving and oxygen mask beading with condensation. She allowed herself a moment to catch her breath, but the forest was far from safe; she needed to regroup and find Jinu and Abby. Pushing onward through the underbrush, she stumbled out into a small clearing where the air hummed with the distant calls of hexapede herds.

But there, crouched low with bows drawn, were two Na’vi figures. They emerged from the shadows—one with pink hair tied back in braids and a pair of makeshift glasses perched on her nose, a telltale sign of her jungle clan’s adaptive ingenuity, and the other with a black braid flowing like a dark river while her reef clan markings glowed faintly in the low light. The pair had been out tracking a sturmbeest, their blue bodies blending seamlessly with the environment until Rumi’s noisy arrival shattered the peace.

In a heartbeat, the hunt turned to confrontation as the pinkette’s keen eyes locked onto the intruder. Her heart raced with a surge of protective fury; she had heard of the elders’ tales of the tawtute—the invaders from the stars who scarred Eywa’s sacred lands with their machines and greed. This one carried a strange kit, perhaps filled with tools to plunder the forest.

No, she wouldn’t let this threat deeper into their territory.

With the grace of a viperwolf launching from a high branch, the jungle Na’vi pounced from her crouch. She collided with Rumi in a whirlwind of motion, slamming the human to the mossy ground with a thud that sent spores puffing into the air.

Rumi gasped as the wind was knocked out of her. The jungle Navi’s knees dug into her sides, pinning her flat against the earth while her fingers gripped her arm like vices forged from unobtanium. The bone knife flashed in the light as the pinkette pressed its edge against Rumi’s throat. The blade’s tip nicked her skin ever so slightly, drawing a thin line of blood.

The Navi’s pink hair framed her face in wild strands, her eyes burning with suspicion. In the guttural tongue of her language, she snarled her warning: “Sawtute! Drake ral fi’ u? Ngaru ke lu fitsengit! Kӓmakto fikelku, slӓ tsawke sìlpey oehu!” (Sky Person! What is the meaning of this? You have no place here! Leave this land or my blade will answer for me!)

The words were utterly foreign to Rumi’s ears, carrying the ancient anger passed down through generations of Na’vi warriors. She froze beneath the towering figure, her mind reeling from the Thanator chase into this new peril. The knife’s cold pressure sent icy fear through her body, but she forced her hands upwards in the universal gesture of surrender.

“Wait—please! Don’t hurt me! I don’t understand what you’re saying, but I’m harmless! I’m just a scientist collecting samples to study, not destroy! I swear I’m not like the others—the ones who want to hurt you guys! Everything here… It’s all part of something beautiful, connected. I respect that! Please, just let me explain—I’m no threat!”

The reef Na’vi watched the scene unfold with a flicker of curiosity sparking in her teal eyes. Unlike her mate, whose clan had borne the brunt of the Sky People’s encroachments, her heritage had brought her into tense negotiations with humans at the coastal outposts.

The human’s plea rang true; there was no defiance in her, only raw vulnerability.

The ravenette lowered her weapon and slid the arrow back into her quiver. Intrigued by the tawtute’s emphasis on respect for Eywa’s balance, she decided this encounter warranted mercy over might.

Switching to clipped English she’d picked up from her mentor as a youngling, the reef Na’vi placed a firm but calming hand on her mate’s tense shoulder. “Mira, relax. This human’s harmless—can’t you see? She’s shaking like a prolemuris during a storm. Put the knife away; let’s hear what she has to say. Might be more to her than just another sky demon.”

The one called Mira tightened her grip on the knife for a moment, her yellow eyes flicking between her mate’s insistent gaze and the quivering human pinned beneath her. Her instincts screamed caution—every fiber of her being honed from years of evading RDA patrols and deafening her clan’s hometree from bulldozers urged her to end this potential threat swiftly. But her mate’s touch reminded her of the bond they shared, forged in exile and tempered by mutual trust.

So with a low growl, Mira withdrew the blade and sheathed it in her belt. She rose to her feet, her glasses glinting as she adjusted them with a flick of her tail, but she didn’t step back far; her stance remained coiled, ready to strike again if needed.

“Zoey, is this wise? This tawtute is dangerous—yes, she seems harmless, but there could be more like her. What if she’s not alone?” Mira hissed, her voice carrying the weight of past betrayals and memories of human raids that had scattered her clan and forced her into this wandering life.

The other Na’vi, presumed as Zoey, nodded. She kept her bow ready, though her arrow pointed loosely toward Rumi’s chest—not in immediate threat, but as a clear warning. Her eyes narrowed, appraising the human with a mix of curiosity and caution.

“Easy, Mira. We’ll handle this carefully.” Turning her attention fully to Rumi, Zoey spoke, her accent smooth but edged with the cadence of her native tongue. “You heard her, tawtute. Are there more of you? Speak the truth. Lie, and my arrow will find your heart before you draw your next breath.”

Rumi swallowed hard as fear coursed through her body. She ached from the chase, but deception was hardly an option; these Na’vi towered over her, their presence as imposing as the ancient trees around them.

“Y—yes… there are two others. Jinu and Abby—they’re my colleagues, just researchers like me. We were out collecting samples when a Thanator ambushed us. We split up to confuse it, but I don’t know where they are now. They’re not armed, I swear—we’re not here to hurt anything!”

The confession hung in the air like a heavy mist, and Mira’s tail lashed sharply in irritated flicks. Zoey lowered her bow a fraction as she processed the words, but before she could respond, Rumi’s curiosity overrode her fear. The human sat up slowly, wincing as she did. “Wait… you speak English? I’ve read about your people, but I didn’t think…”

Zoey’s lips curved into a faint, wry smile. She slung her bow over her shoulder, the tension easing just a touch. “We were taught by a Na’vi named Bobby back when we were younglings. He ran a hidden school for children from scattered clans, blending our ways with knowledge from the sky people—useful for survival, he said. Not all of us shun your tongue; some learn it to understand the enemy… or perhaps to find allies in unlikely places.”

Zoey’s sharp eyes finally took in the full extent of the human’s disheveled state. The scratches on Rumi’s arms wept in tiny beads of blood, mixing with dirt and thorn fragments; her pants were torn at the knees, revealing purple bruises, and there was a gash on her forearm, likely from a grazing claw during the Thanator’s pursuit.

The reef Navi’s brow furrowed as instinctive compassion rose—Eywa’s balance extended even to outsiders, or so her tsahìk mother had once taught her. “You’re hurt, tawtute. Those wounds from the palulukan chase? They’ll get infected if not treated. Come—we’ll take you to our home. Mira will mend you, and we can talk more there.”

Mira’s head snapped toward Zoey. She switched back to her native tongue, her voice a sharp hiss that echoed through the clearing. “Nga lu txewm srak? Fìtawtute lu ke lu kea tute a zong! Lu ke lu lu kea tìfkeytok fte tsivum tsakem, ma Zoey!” (Are you mad? This sky person is no child to shelter! There’s no reason to do this, my Zoey!)

Zoey met her gaze and reached out to clasp her mate’s forearm in a reassuring squeeze. “I have this… weird feeling, Mira. Like Eywa’s whispering—we need to help her. She’s different; I can sense it. Trust me, as you always have.”

Mira’s shoulders slumped in defeat, her tail curling in frustration, but with a resigned sigh, she nodded curtly. Together, they hauled Rumi to her feet, ignoring the human’s startled yelp of confusion.

“Wh—what? Your home? But I need to find my team—wait, where are we going?” Rumi stammered as they pulled her deeper into the forest. The path wound through towering helicordian plants that unfurled at their approach, releasing puffs of pollen that danced in the air like living stars.

Rumi’s mind raced with terror as they pressed, the forest growing denser. Visions of angry Na’vi warriors, arrowed cocked and war cries echoing, flooded her thoughts—stories from the RDA briefings painted them as fierce defenders who showed no mercy to humans.

Her oxygen mask felt suffocating as her breath came in short gasps. “Your… your clan—they’ll kill me, won’t they? I’m a human, an outsider. Please, just let me go back to my team!”

Zoey glanced down at her with a soft chuckle. “Calm yourself, tawtute. We’re outcasts—if it wasn’t obvious by now. Mira is from the Omatikaya jungle clan, and I’m from the Metkayina reefs. Clans don’t mix like this, not without consequence. We’re together, but alone—no village to return to, no elders to judge.”

Rumi opened her mouth to ask the burning question that drove them from their homes, but Mira cut her off with a sharp snarl. “No questions, tawtute! We’re being far too generous to you—this is madness. Humans have killed our kind for their own gain, scorched our lands, and stolen our spirits!”

The outburst made Rumi flinch, but Zoey intervened smoothly and squeezed her mate’s hand.

“Easy, ma yawntu. She poses no threat—look at her, barely able to walk. Remember, not all sky people are the same. And admit it… you’re curious too. We’ve heard tales, seen them from afar, but never this close.”

Mira grumbled something unintelligible, but she slowed her pace, allowing Rumi to keep up without as much strain. Their ‘home’ loomed ahead after what felt like an eternity for Rumi’s weary legs: a hidden grotto nestled in the roots of a massive upturned tree, its hollowed interior woven with vines and bioluminescent fungi to form a cozy shelter. A hammock swung from the ceiling, and a small fire pit crackled with flames fed by dry moss that burned. Herb pouches and hunting tools lined the walls in a testament to their nomadic life.

As they ducked inside, Mira released Rumi’s arm with a wary glance to stoke the fire while Zoey guided the human to a soft bed of leaves. Rumi sank down gratefully, but her mind buzzed with questions and the surreal turns of events. Here she was, in the heart of Pandora, at the mercy of two outcast Na’vi who had seemingly chosen mercy over violence.

Mira moved with the efficiency of a seasoned hunter but with lingering reluctance as she rummaged through the herb pouches lining the grotto’s walls. She selected a handful of leaves known for their antiseptic properties and a strip of bark for bandaging, grinding the leaves into a paste with a mortar and pestle.

“Stay still, tawtute,” the jungle Na’vi grumbled. She knelt before the human and begrudgingly began tending to the wounds, starting with the gash on Rumi’s forearm. The paste stung as Mira applied it, eliciting a sharp hiss from Rumi, but the pinkette didn’t apologize—her touch was clinical, almost detached, as if bandaging an injured animal rather than a sentient being. She then wrapped the bark around her arm, tying it with a knot.

Next came the scratches on the Rumi’s legs and knees, where thorns had torn through fabric and skin; Mira cleaned them methodically, her tail twitching in irritation at the fragility of human flesh.

While Mira worked, Zoey hovered curiously nearby like a night-blossom under Pandora’s eclipse. Her eyes sparkled with genuine interest as she leaned in close, drawn by the alien novelty of their guest. She had always been the more open of the pair, her upbringing fostering a sense of wonder about the world’s interconnected mysteries, even those from the stars.

As Mira focused on a particularly deep bruise blooming on Rumi’s ankle, Zoey reached out tentatively to brush her fingers against Rumi’s hand. The human startled slightly, but Zoey persisted as she gently lifted Rumi’s palm to turn it over in her much larger grasp.

“Five fingers…” Zoey murmured in awe. She traced the extra digit with the pad of her thumb, comparing it to her own four-fingered hand. “Like the dreamwalkers we’ve heard of, but… real. Not linked to Eywa’s children. How do you grasp the vines and bows with this extra one? Does it make you stronger, or just… different?”

Mira’s gaze drifted to Rumi’s braid, which lay coiled on the leaves like a serpent at rest. Curiosity overrode suspicions; she reached out to wrap her hand around it with surprising delicacy for someone so powerful. Then she lifted it, examining the end where the neural queue—the tsaheylu—would emerge. But here, there was nothing, just hair woven tightly to a blunt tip.

Mira’s brows furrowed behind her glasses, her eyes narrowing in confusion. “What is this, human? No tsaheylu? How do you connect to the ikran, the direhorses—to Eywa herself?”

Rumi shifted uncomfortably under the scrutiny, her cheeks warming despite the cool air. “Hey, stop calling me ‘human’ or ‘tawtute’ or whatever… I have a name, you know. It’s Rumi.”

Zoey released Rumi’s hand, her wry smile returning as she sat cross-legged. “Rumi…” She paused. “I am Zoey of the Metkayina—though no longer claimed by them. And this is Mira, my yawnetu, from the Omatikaya. We are bonded, as you sky people might say… mates.”

Mira nodded curtly, but her focus remained on Rumi’s braid as she held up the tail end for Zoey to see. “Look, Zoey. No queue. How does she feel the balance without it?”

Zoey leaned close to Mira as she inspected the braid. Their eyes met, exchanging confused glances that spoke volumes without words.

Rumi flushed deeper, her embarrassment mounting as the two Na’vi discussed her like they were dissecting a specimen. “Humans aren’t like Na’vi,” she stammered, pulling her braid free from Mira’s grasp. “We don’t have physical neural connections like you do. We connect differently—with words, technology. Not… biologically as you do.”

Mira tilted her head as her gaze shifted to Rumi’s oxygen mask with renewed scrutiny. “What about this… thing you wear on your face? Is it true you cannot breathe our air as the stories say?”

“It’s called an oxygen mask,” Rumi corrected. “Your atmosphere—it’s toxic to us. Too much carbon dioxide and other compounds, and not enough oxygen. Unfortunately, we can’t just… live here unprotected.”

Mira hummed thoughtfully, but her curiosity wasn’t sated. In a sudden motion, she scooped Rumi up from the leaf bed, lifting the human off the ground as if she weighed no more than a prolemuris kit.

Rumi yelped in surprise, dangling her legs in the air. Mira’s arms were like iron bands as they held the small human at eye level for better inspection. Zoey inched closer, and the two Na’vi peered at Rumi’s form with open bewilderment plastered across their faces.

Their eyes traveled downward, noting the contours beneath Rumi’s torn field pants and shirt—clearly, from their perspectives, something was amiss. “Only one…?” Mira murmured, her confusion deepening. “No balance below, either. Eywa did not gift them both?”

Rumi’s heart raced into overdrive, a full-blown panic seizing her as reality hit: two tall, stunningly beautiful blue women were touching her everywhere, probing with an innocent curiosity that felt like anything but. And Mira had picked her up with such effortless strength that it sent a flush of heat rushing through her body, making her mind swirl with a chaotic mix of fear, awe, and an unwelcome spark of attraction.

She snapped out of it abruptly when Zoey moved her hand toward the hem of her pants, hooking her fingers curiously as if to pull them down for a closer look. Rumi squirmed wildly in Mira’s hold, kicking her legs futilely against the jungle Na’vi’s strong grip. “Whoa—hang on! What the hell are you doing? Put me down! You can’t just—”

Zoey paused, tilting her head in genuine puzzlement. “We’re curious about you humans, Rumi. Why do you look so different from us? Your body… It’s incomplete in a way. We wish to understand why.”

Rumi’s squirming slowed as her brain caught up to the earlier comment, warring her embarrassment into confusion. “Wait… what do you mean by ‘only one type’? You said I don’t have both—what does that even…?”

Without a hint of shame, considering Na’vi culture viewed the body as a natural vessel of Eywa, Zoey reached down and lifted the edge of her lioncloth, exposing her genitals openly. There, nestled amid the smooth blue skin and subtle reef markings, was a large, soft cock hanging relaxed and unaroused alongside the more familiar feminine structure. It was a seamless integration of the intersex nature of the Na’vi in this world, where balance extended to all aspects of beings. “See? This is how Eywa made us—both for harmony. But you… you do not appear to have this,” she said, gesturing to her softened member. “Why only one?”

Rumi’s eyes widened in shock before she slapped her hands over her mask. A strangled squeak escaped her as she felt her cheeks burn. “Oh my god! You can’t just flash yourself to someone you just met! That’s… that’s private!”

Mira and Zoey stared at her, their confusion deepening into bemusement. Mira lowered Rumi back onto the leaf bed while Zoey let her lioncloth fall back into place, her tail flicking in mild offense.

“Humans are so weird,” Mira said, shaking her head. “Getting embarrassed at seeing a naked body? It’s just flesh, connected to Eywa like everything else. No shame in truth.”

Zoey nodded, though her curiosity lingered. “We mean no harm, Rumi. And do not worry—I’m not courting you. Mira and I are bonded for life, tsaheylu made under Eywa’s gaze. You’re safe here… strange as you are.”

But Zoey then tilted her head and narrowed her eyes with a playful glint as she studied Rumi more intently. Her curiosity seemed to ignite further as if the human’s flustered reaction had only fanned the flames of something new.

She stepped closer, her lithe form towering over Rumi when she reached out to cup the human’s chin, tilting her head from one side to the next as if examining a rare artifact unearthed from the forest floor. Rumi’s oxygen mask fogged anew with her quickened breaths as the reef Na’vi studied her.

“Hmm,” Zoey murmured in a teasing purr. She leaned in closer, her black hair falling forward like a curtain, brushing against Rumi’s arms and eliciting a shiver from the human. “You know, Rumi… I might just court you after all. You’re so different from the other sky people we’ve seen—so small and docile. And there’s just… something pulling me to you, like Eywa’s vines wrapping around my heart. Maybe we were meant to find you.” She flashed a toothy grin, lacing the joke with a silly, exaggerated wink that made her markings shimmer with mirth.

Rumi’s mind short-circuited in an instant; a fresh wave of panic crashed over her like a tidal surge from Pandora’s oceans. Her heart hammered against her ribs while heat flooded her cheeks anew and spread lower as unwelcomed arousal stirred in her despite—or perhaps because of—the absurdity of it all. Did this ethereal, powerful Na’vi woman just casually admit to finding her attractive? And dare she say… breedable?

The words echoed in Rumi’s thoughts, twisted from the implication of harmony and balance that the Na’vi embodied, making her thighs clench involuntarily. She was turned on, embarrassingly so, her body betraying her with a flush that made her field gear feel too tight, too confining.

“W—wait, what?” she stammered, her voice a high-pitched squeak muffled by the mask as her eyes widened into saucers.

Mia, who had been stoking the fire with a stick, scoffed loudly, her tail lashing like a whip as she straightened herself. Her eyes narrowed behind her glasses as she switched to her native tongue; her tone dripped with incredulity and a hint of jealousy. “Nga lu txantslusam srak, ma Zoey? Fìtawtute lu ke lu kea tut fte ‘court’ si. Lu ke lu lu kea tìfkeytok!” (Are you serious, my Zoey? This sky person is no one to ‘court.’ There’s no point!)

Zoey chuckled as she released Rumi’s chin. Responded in English, ensuring Rumi could follow, her voice light and exploratory. “Oh, come on, Mira. I’ve always been curious about humans—their ways, their bodies, how they survive without Eywa’s full guidance. And now we have a willing one right here in our home. We can learn so much about their species… up close.” Her teal eyes sparkled with genuine intrigue, flicking over Rumi’s form as if she were a new territory to explore.

Rumi’s panic doubled, her arousal warring with mortification as she processed the words. “W—what do you mean by ‘learn more about my species’? Like seriously… what exactly are you suggesting by that?!” Her voice trembled, and her hands fidgeted at her sides as she tried to ignore the growing warmth between her legs. The grotto suddenly felt smaller, the air thicker, charged with a tension that made her skin prickle.

Mira and Zoey exchanged a knowing glance, their nostrils flaring as they inhaled the subtle shifts in the air—Na’vi senses were far keener than human ones, attuned to the pheromones and scents that betrayed emotions and desires.

Zoey’s smile turned sly while Mira’s expression softened just a fraction, influenced by her mate’s infectious enthusiasm, but a flicker of disgust lingered in her eyes. “We can smell you, Rumi,” Zoey said matter-of-factly, curling her tail playfully. “Your scent… it’s changed. You desire to mate—your body tells us so, even if your words hesitate.”

Mira crossed her arms, her muscular frame tensing as she warmed ever so slightly to the human under Zoey’s sway, the bond between them pulling her along like an unbreakable tsaheylu. 

But she couldn’t suppress the grimace in her voice. “It’s disgusting to think of, yawnetu. Mating with a tawtute? Her body is tiny—fragile. She couldn’t handle us… our size, our strength. Eywa didn’t design them for such… unions.” Her gaze raked over Rumi, assessing the vast difference: the Na’vi stood over nine feet tall, her form powerful and balanced, while Rumi was a mere five-and-a-half feet, slender and unarmored.

Zoey waved a hand dismissively, her excitement undimmed. “Oh, c’mon, Mira. Where’s your sense of adventure? I’m curious—aren’t you? We’ve been outcasts long enough to bend the rules. Imagine what we could discover.”

Meanwhile, Rumi’s mind reeled from the blunt discussion—as if they were debating a hunt rather than her body. Amidst everything, she finally found her voice, piping up with a mix of confusion and alarm. Her arousal hadn’t faded, but fear and reason pushed through.

“Hold on! First off, I thought Na’vi were monogamous? Like, bonded for life? Isn’t that how it works with your clans?”

Mira huffed, adjusting her glasses with a flick, her tone explanatory but edged with pride. “In the clans, yes—tsaheylu binds mates eternally, one on one, under Eywa’s watchful eye. But we are exiled, cast out for our forbidden bond across clans. We do things our own way now, free from elders’ judgements. We’re not opposed to… expanding, taking another mate if the pull is strong.”

Zoey nodded eagerly. “Exactly. Eywa’s balance can include more than two, especially in our wandering lives. Why limit harmony?”

Rumi’s eyes widened further, her panic spiking into overdrive as the implications sank in—these two gorgeous, alien women were seriously considering her as a potential third?

But she rushed to clarify, her words tumbling out in a flustered torrent. “Whoa, no—no consent here! I didn’t agree to any of this 'mating' thing. It’s not normal to just… tell someone that! There’s a process to these things, you know? Like dating… holding hands. I hardly know anything about you two! You should at least take me out for dinner first before trying to get in my pants.” She forced a weak laugh, hoping the joke would diffuse the tension, but her blush deepened, mortified by her own boldness.

Mira and Zoey stared at her, their expressions blank with confusion, and tails stilling as they processed the unfamiliar idiom.

Mira tilted her head. “Dinner? Pants? What do these mean? We hunt for food, not ‘take out.’ And your… coverings? We wear hides for practicality, not barriers.”

Rumi buried her face in her hands, groaning in embarrassment, her arousal now tangled with the awkwardness. “Oh god, never mind. It’s a human joke. I mean… you should spend time with me, get to know me better—talk, share stories, build trust—before trying to take things further. Like romantically, or whatever this is.”

Zoey’s eyes glinted with sudden excitement, and a broad smile spread across her face as she leaned forward. “So… you’re saying we can mate with you if we court you right? If we do this ‘process’ your way?” Her tail swished eagerly, the prospect of learning more about humans making her light up like a bioluminescent bloom.

Rumi’s face burned even hotter as she dropped her eyes to clutch at the edges of the leaf bed to ground herself. How could Zoey just… say things like that so freely, without a hint of hesitation or filter? It was both endearing and mortifying, a stark contrast to the guarded interactions back at the RDA base, where every word was weighed against corporate agendas and survival.

“Zoey, you—you can’t just blurt that out!” Rumi sputtered, her voice a mix of exasperation and shy laughter. “Humans don’t talk about… mating like it’s a hunt. It’s personal, intimate. You’re making me… quite embarrassed.”

Zoey tilted her head again, her eyes widening with innocent confusion before breaking into another playful grin. “But why hide thoughts? Eywa teaches us to speak the truth, to follow the pull. Your scent says yes, so why fight it?”

Mira stood nearby with her arms crossed; she let out a low chuckle despite herself, her tail flicking in amusement at her mate’s unbridled honesty.

Rumi shifted on the leaves, her bandaged wounds throbbing faintly as she gathered her courage, the arousal from earlier lingering like a stubborn ember in her core. She glanced down at her own small frame, then up at the towering Na’vi whose muscular forms illustrated Pandora’s raw power. 

“Even if… even if I did let you ‘mate’ with me,” she said shyly, her voice dropping a fraction to avoid their gazes, “there’s no way your err… members would fit. I mean, from what I saw of yours, Zoey—it looked huge! The size difference alone… it feels like it’d be impossible. Humans aren’t built like that.”

The words hung in the air, causing Mira’s expression to shift subtly. Amid her lingering distrust, she felt an unexpected once of sympathy for this small, fragile human. Rumi’s honesty humanized her in a way Mira hadn’t anticipated.

The jungle Na’vi crossed her arms, and her eyes softened behind her glasses as she knelt closer, holding less hostility. “We won’t force ourselves on you, Rumi,” she said firmly, carrying the weight of Na’vi honor. “That is not the way of Eywa, nor ours. Consent is sacred, like the bond of tsaheylu. We may be outcasts, but we are not beasts.”

Rumi felt a fresh blush creep up her neck at Mira’s words, but this time it was accompanied by a strange warmth in her chest.

Back at the RDA base, choice had been an illusion—orders came from above, dictating every sample collected, every resource extracted to feed Earth’s insatiable appetite, her home planet dying under the weight of overconsumption. She had followed them without question as a cog in the machine, her own desires buried under duty.

But here, in this hidden grotto with two exiled Na’vi, she was seen not as a tool or an enemy, but as someone desired, someone with a voice.

It made her feel strangely… valued, cherished in a way that sent thrills through her. And when she placed a hand over her heart, she was surprised to feel it pounding wildly against her palm in a drumbeat that echoed the forest’s pulse outside.

She lifted her gaze to really look at Mira and Zoey for the first time—not as threats or captors, but as beings. Despite the species divide, they were breathtakingly attractive to Rumi. And amid the alien wilderness, surrounded by dangers like the Thanator that had chased her, she couldn’t deny the odd sense of safety she felt around them.

So, taking a deep breath, Rumi made up her mind.

Her voice came out tentative but resolute, even as her cheeks tinged pink. “Okay… I’m okay with you learning more about my species. About me. But you have to be respectful—if I say slow down or stop, you listen. No forcing, no rushing. Deal?”

Unbeknownst to herself, Mira felt the hostility she’d harbored toward this human slowly disappear. As Rumi spoke, her small frame trembling but her eyes steady, Mira realized something: this human was no invader, no harbinger of destruction. She was lost, vulnerable, and perhaps even an ally in disguise.

Her tail relaxed, curling gently around her leg as she spoke, her voice softer than before. “Deal, Rumi. We will honor your words.”

Mira exchanged a glance with Zoey, their queues swaying slightly in unspoken communication and the tendrils at the ends twitching with the subtle undercurrents of their bond. Then, as if drawn by some invisible force—perhaps Eywa’s whisper or simply the pull of mutual curiosity—they inched closer to Rumi like predators approaching a skittish hexapede.

Rumi’s mind, however, was everywhere.

Oh god, oh god, oh god—what am I doing?! she screamed internally, her heart thundering in her chest like the roar of the Thanator that had nearly ended her life mere hours ago.

Here she was, fresh from a near-death sprint through the rainforests, dodging claws and boulders, her body still aching from scrapes and bruises—and now she was about to dive headfirst into some hot, alien sex with not one, but two gorgeous Na’vi women? Women who looked like they had stepped out of some fever dream.

It was insane, surreal; the kind of thing that happened in those trashy sci-fi movies back on Earth, not in real life.

Rumi’s breath hitched behind her oxygen mask as flashes of the day’s events replayed in her mind—the Thanator’s snapping jaws, the desperate scramble down the ravine, the knife at her throat in the clearing.

How had a routine sample collection turned into this? From feeling a monster to being propositioned by two outcast warriors who embodied the wild beauty of Pandora itself.

It was too much, too fast, her rational scientist brain short-circuiting under the weight of everything.

And yet, beneath the general panic, a rebellious spark ignited.

Screw it, she thought as a silent, giddy laugh bubbled up in her thoughts. If I’m going to survive Pandora, I might as well ‘engage’ the locals. Oh, great deity that is out there, thank you for getting me laid! Near-death to near-ecstasy—sign me up! 

The absurdity of it almost made her giggle aloud, but the sound died in her throat when Mira and Zoey reached out to encircle her arms with their hands.

The touch sent jolts of warmth through the human’s skin despite the layers of her torn sleeves. Slowly, the Na’vi dragged their hands downward, tracing the length of her forearms with their smooth, calloused palms until they reached her hands.

There, they splayed their fingers against hers, intertwining them in a loose hold that emphasized the sheer difference in size. Rumi’s small hands looked like a child’s in comparison—dwarfed by the Na’vi’s broader palms and longer digits, their blue skin contrasting sharply with her pale flesh.

Rumi gulped audibly as she stared at the sight; Zoey’s hand enveloped hers with a gentle curiosity while Mira’s held a firmer, more tentative grip. The veins on the backs of their hands stood out faintly under the glow, pulsing with life, and Rumi felt this strange, newfound fascination stirring within her.

Holy crap, she thought, her pulse quickening. I might develop a hand kink when this is all over, among other things, like a blue alien fetish or something. Their hands are so… strong and big. Oh my fucking god, what would they feel like elsewhere…?

But as she lifted her gaze from their intertwined fingers, Rumi noticed the subtle differences in their expressions. Zoey was alight with excitement and intrigue, her teal eyes sparkling like the ocean depths she hailed from while her tail swished eagerly behind her. There was no hesitation there, only pure, unfiltered wonder.

Mira, on the other hand, was another story. Her yellow eyes behind her makeshift glasses held a lingering wariness, a shadow of distrust that hadn’t dissipated despite her earlier agreement. Her ears twitched downward slightly, and her posture remained tense, like she was ready to pull away at any moment.

With a clarity that cut through her own flustered haze, Rumi knew that if this… whatever this was were to happen, she needed to bridge that gap. She couldn’t just be a passive participant, a curiosity to be poked and prodded; she had to show Mira that she wasn’t the enemy, not another sky person come to ravage Pandora’s balance.

Gently, Rumi distangled her hand from Zoey’s grasp—earning a quizzical tilt of the ravenette’s head—and reached out hesitantly toward Mira. Her fingers trembled as they brushed against the Na’vi’s arm, tracing the markings that swirled across her blue skin.

Mira’s ears flicked downward at the contact, a reflexive sign of surprise or unease, but she didn’t pull away, her gaze locking onto Rumi’s with a mix of caution and curiosity.

“I… I know we didn’t exactly meet on the best of terms,” Rumi started, her voice steady despite her heart racing. She kept her hand on Mira’s arm, the touch intentional—a bridge across the species divide. “You held a knife to my throat, but honestly, I get it. I understand why you distrust humans—why you distrust me. The stories I’ve heard, the things the RDA has done… mining the sacred sites, bulldozing hometrees, disrupting Eywa’s network. It’s horrible, and I can’t blame you for seeing me as part of that. Your people have suffered because of mine, and that’s not something I take lightly.”

Mira’s eyes narrowed, but she listened, her tail stilling as Rumi spoke.

“But I’m not like the others,” Rumi continued, learning forward earnestly. “I didn’t come to Pandora to destroy its balance or exploit it for some corporation’s profit. I’m a scientist—a xenobotanist, really. I came here to learn about its wonders, to study the flora, the ecosystems, the way everything connects in ways we could never imagine back on Earth. Your people, the Na’vi… you’re part of this beauty. The way you bond with the animals, the trees, Eywa herself—it’s incredible. I respect that more than anything. I’ve spent months out here, collecting samples to understand, to maybe even protect Pandora from the ones who do want to tear it apart… I’m not some invader, Mira. I’m here as someone who sees the magic in this world and wants to honor it.”

The words were raw and sincere, and for a long moment, the grotto was silent. Mira’s expression softened incrementally, her ears perking up slightly as she processed Rumi’s plea. The human’s touch felt foreign, but there was an honesty in it that resonated, echoing the vulnerability Mira herself had felt in her exile.

But she placed her own hand over Rumi’s, engulfing it completely, the gesture a tentative acceptance. “Words are easy, Rumi,” Mira murmured. “But actions… they speak truer. Show me, then. Prove you’re different.”

Rumi’s breath caught in her throat at Mira’s challenge, the weight of those yellow eyes bearing down on her soul like gravity. This was her moment to prove something—to reveal a secret she’d carried with her since her arrival on this moon.

Rumi withdrew her hand from Mira’s arm and straightened her posture. Her bruised body protested with faint aches, but she ignored them.

Then, raising her right hand, she pressed her fingertips to her forehead, right between her brows, and extended her arm outward so her palm faced Mira. The gesture mirrored the sacred Na’vi greeting she’d studied back at the RDA outpost. Her voice came out soft, carrying the weight of genuine intent.

“Oel ngati kameie,” she said, the Na’vi words rolling off her tongue with careful pronunciation. “I see you.”

The words echoed in the confined space like a ripple through still water, but the effect was immediate. Mira’s ears shot straight up, her tail freezing mid-swing as her eyes widened in unfiltered surprise. Beside her, Zoey’s mouth parted, her gaze darted between Rumi and her mate. For a long moment, the world held its breath.

Mira blinked as if doubting her own senses, and her frame seemed to loosen just a fraction as she processed the human’s unexpected display.

“Where… where did you learn that?” she asked, her voice a low rumble laced with bewilderment. There was no accusation in her tone, only genuine curiosity mingled with a hint of hesitation as if Rumi had just unlocked a door Mira hadn’t expected to open.

Rumi lowered her hand, her cheeks warming under her mask as she held Mira’s gaze. The gesture had felt right, natural even, despite the chasm of differences between them. “My late mother taught me,” she began, her voice softening with the memory as a pang of old grief twisted in her chest. 

“She was a cultural anthropologist back on Earth—studied dying languages and traditions from forgotten corners of our world. She always said it was important to learn about other cultures because it changes our assumptions about what is viewed as ‘normal.’ It forces us to see beyond our own narrow views, to recognize that ‘different’ doesn’t mean ‘wrong.’ That understanding bridged gaps heals divides. She believed that deeply, and passed it on to me before… before she passed away from one of Earth’s endless pandemics.”

She paused, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat as her eyes misted briefly behind the mask’s visor. “After she died, I threw myself into studying Pandora—everything I could get my hands on about the Na’vi’s ways, your connection to Eywa. The RDA had archives from early expeditions, even some intercepted transmissions from sympathetic avatars. I learned what I could, pieced it together like a puzzle. I don’t understand the full language—it’s beautiful, complex, like music I can hear but not yet play—but I know how significant that phrase is. ‘I see you.’ It’s not a greeting; it’s an acknowledgement. It’s saying, ‘I recognize your spirit and essence beyond the surface.’ It’s about true connection… respect. And that’s what I want here, Mira—with you, with Zoey. Not as a sky person invading your world, but as someone who wants to understand and honor it.”

As Rumi spoke, Mira underwent a subtle transformation. Her ears gradually relaxed, perking forward attentively, and the tension in her jaw eased, her lips parting slightly as she absorbed the human’s words.

This tawtute—no, this Rumi—wasn’t just parroting phrases; she was embodying them, reaching across the void with a sincerity that resonated deep within Mira’s spirit. Mira had spent years in exile, her trust shattered by the betrayals of sky people who saw Pandora as nothing more than a resource to plunder.

But here was one who had lost her own kin and had sought solace in Na’vi lore not for conquest, but for healing. It humanized Rumi in a way Mira hadn’t anticipated, chipping away at the walls she’d built around her heart.

Mira could see the effort and vulnerability—the way Rumi’s small hands trembled, the earnest plea in her eyes. This human was trying, truly trying to set aside her differences and embrace the Na’vi way of life even in this intimate, unexpected situation. It stirred something in Mira: a flicker of empathy… a recognition of shared pain across worlds.

Zoey watched the exchange with wide eyes, but she remained silent, sensing the delicate shift in her mate. Mira’s queue swayed gently, the tendrils at its end quivering as if attuning to an unseen frequency.

Finally, understanding danwed in her gaze—Rumi was no threat; she was a bridge, proof to Eywa’s boundless web of connections.

With a deep, steadying breath, Mira raised her own hand. She touched her fingertips to her forehead and extended her arm outward in a mirroring gesture, facing her palm toward Rumi with sincerity.

“Oel ngati kameie,” she echoed, her voice rich and carrying the full depth of the phrase’s meaning. “I see you, Rumi.”

Zoey’s eyes widened further, her mouth curving into an astonished smile as she witnessed the rare vulnerability from her mate. Mira, ever the guarded warrior, returning the gesture to a human? It was a shock even to her, but a sign that the walls had truly crumbled.

The ravenette’s tail swished with renewed excitement, but she held back, allowing this moment to linger between Mira and Rumi as she watched the beginning of something sacred form.

Rumi’s heart soared at the reciprocation as a rush of warmth flooded her chest, chasing away the remnants of her earlier panic. The gesture felt like a key turning to unlock something profound between them. She nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you, Mira. That… means a lot to me.”

The air in the grotto shifted then, the tension transforming from a wary standoff to tentative harmony. Mira lowered her hand, her expression relaxing into something almost gentle.

She reached out again, this time cupping Rumi’s shoulder with a firmness that spoke of acceptance rather than restraint. “You have proven yourself, little sky flower,” she murmured, the endearment slipping out unbidden, laced with a warmth that surprised even her. “No more caution. You are safe with us—seen by us.”

With the sacred exchange of ‘I see you’ still resonating in the air like an echo from the Tree of Souls, the atmosphere in the grotto transformed into something intimate and electric.

The Na’vi began with gentle touches; their large hands roamed over Rumi’s arms and shoulders, tracing the contours of her human anatomy with a reverence that made the human’s skin tingle. Mira’s fingers skimmed along Rumi’s bandaged forearm, careful not to press onto the fresh wounds. “Your skin… it’s so soft, like the petals of a helicordian,” Mira murmured as she compared it to her own resilient blue hide.

She lifted Rumi’s arm, examining the way her elbow bent and other features that were utterly alien to the Na’vi. Zoey did the same, sliding her aquamarine fingers down Rumi’s wrist to feel the rapid pulse there. “And these tiny veins,” Zoey added as she traced them, “they pulse like the roots of the great trees, but so fragile. How do you not break in the winds?”

Their explorations continued downward with their hands venturing to Rumi’s sides and hips while being mindful of the bruises blooming on her knees and the scratches on her legs that Mira had just bandaged. They avoided sore spots, focusing instead on the areas that intrigued them most—the differences that set humans apart from Na’vi.

Mira’s palm flattened against Rumi’s ribcage, feeling the rise and fall of her breath through her shirt while Zoey explored the curve of her waist, dipping her fingers into the subtle indentations that Na’vi bodies lacked. “Your shape curves like the rivers of my home,” Zoey whispered as she pressed closer. 

The touches were almost scientific in their curiosity, but the warmth of their skin against hers sent unexpected shivers throughout Rumi’s body.

At first, the sensations were ticklish—Rumi squirmed slightly, and a soft giggle escaped her lips. “That… that tickles,” she admitted when Mira’s fingers brushed her collarbone, tracing the line where her neck met her shoulders.

The Na’vi paused, exchanging puzzled glances. “Tickles?” Mira repeated, tilting her head. “What is this ‘tickles’? Is it pain?”

Rumi shook her head, still giggling. “No, it’s… it’s like a light touch that makes you laugh, kind of itchy but fun. Humans are sensitive like that.”

Zoey grinned, her fangs flashing as she touched Rumi’s side, eliciting another laugh and squirm. “Ah, like the touch of wind spirits on the waves.”

Their curiosity deepened as their hands moved toward Rumi’s chest. Mira’s fingers hooked gently under the hem of her shirt, pausing to look at Rumi with questioning eyes. “May we… see more? Your form here—it swells differently from ours.”

Rumi felt a tick of nervousness then, her heart skipping a beat as the reality of exposure hit her. Her shirt couldn’t come off since her oxygen mask was tethered to the small pack on her side, but pulling it up would reveal her breasts.

She bit her lip, and her cheeks flushed hot. “I… uh, yeah, but gently,” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of anxiety and anticipation.

Zoey noticed Rumi’s hesitation, picking up on the subtle shift in her scent. “Easy, little one,” she soothed. Then, without warning, she moved behind Rumi and encircled the human’s waist in her strong arms.

Rumi yelped in surprise as her back now leaned against the reef Na’vi’s firm chest. Zoey’s legs stretched out on either side, cradling Rumi securely, her tail curling around to brush reassuringly against Rumi’s thigh. “There,” she murmured into the human’s ear. “Lean on me, you’re safe in my hold.”

Mira adapted by positioning herself between their spread legs. Her eyes locked on Rumi’s with a steady gaze that now held no trace of wariness.

With Rumi’s consent implied by her lack of protest, Mira pushed up the hem of Rumi’s shirt, bunching the fabric just below her neck to expose the soft mounds of her breasts to the cool air. The bioluminescent light played across her skin, highlighting the pale curves and the hardening peaks that reacted to the exposure.

Zoey’s hands moved first; she reached around Rumi’s body to cup the undersides of Rumi’s breasts, feeling their weight and softness. “So full… like ripe fruit from the canopy,” Zoey whispered in awe, brushing her thumbs lightly over the sensitive skin.

Rumi arched into the touch, and a soft moan escaped her lips as sparks of pleasure shot through her. “You’re sensitive here,” Zoey observed as she gently squeezed, experimenting with the give of the flesh. Rumi pressed her back against Zoey’s chest in response, gripping the reef Na’vi’s thighs for support as her arousal built.

Mira watched intently while her tail flicked. “Gentle, yawnetu,” she reminded Zoey, resting her hand on Rumi’s knee to steady her. “She’s not like us—do not overwhelm.” But Rumi, emboldened by the pleasure, shook her head quickly. “It’s… it’s okay,” she gasped, her voice husky through the mask. “I like it. Keep going.”

Encouraged, Zoey’s touches grew more confident; she rolled Rumi’s nipples between her fingers, pinching lightly to elicit more arches and moans. The human’s body responded eagerly, making the ticklish sensations from earlier give way to pure heat.

After some time, the Navi shifted their focus lower. Mira’s hands moved to the waistband of Rumi’s pants, her fingers pausing as she looked up at the human.

“Earlier, you were… skittish when we did this,” she said. “Is it okay now? We will stop if you say.” Rumi’s heart raced, but the nervousness was tempered by trust now. She held onto Zoey’s thighs tighter, feeling the solid muscle.

“I was caught off guard before,” she admitted, her blush deepening. “You just… went for it out of nowhere. But now? Yeah, it’s okay. Go ahead.”

With a nod, Mira slid Rumi’s pants down her legs along with her underwear, avoiding the bandaged scratches and bruises. The cool air kissed her exposed skin, making her shiver. Mira and Zoey leaned in closer, their intrigue palpable as they gazed at her slit, which lacked the dual anatomy they possessed.

Mira’s brow furrowed in confusion, her glasses glinting as she tilted her head. “Hmm… no seed-giver,” she murmured, scrunching her brows in genuine wonder. “Does that mean you are only capable of carrying young? You cannot give your seed to your mate?”

Zoey reached down curiously to spread Rumi’s folds for a closer look, exposing the glistening wetness that betrayed the human’s arousal. The intimate scrutiny made Rumi blush furiously, heat flooding her face and core as both Na’vi stared unabashedly.

Rumi tried to close her legs as a wave of self-consciousness washed over her despite the pleasure. But Mira’s hands were there in an instant to hold her thighs open with effortless strength.

“Shh, little one,” Mira cooed. “We see you—all of you. Let us learn.” Zoey nodded, her fingers still exploring delicately, tracing the outer lips with a touch that sent jolts through Rumi’s body.

Rumi could feel the slick evidence of her own desire building, betraying her even as her cheeks burned hotter. She squirmed in Zoey’s lap, her hips shifting restlessly, trying to alleviate the intensity of their scrutiny.

“Stop… stop staring so much,” Rumi blurted out in a high-pitched, embarrassed whine. “Do something already, or you’re going to make me change my mind.”

Her body twisted slightly in protest, but there was no real conviction behind the threat—only a desperate plea to move past the staring and into action before her self-consciousness overwhelmed the heat pooling in her core.

As she squirmed, Rumi was inadvertently pressing her backside harder against Zoey’s lioncloth, the fabric doing little to conceal the growing firmness beneath. Rumi froze mid-wiggle when she felt it—Zoey’s cock stirring to life and pressing insistently against her through the thin barrier. It was warm, solid, and unmistakably large, even in its semi-aroused state, the ridge of it nestling against the curve of her ass.

Zoey released a low, appreciative groan, the sound vibrating through her chest and into Rumi’s back like a rumble from deep within the earth. “Careful, little one,” she murmured, her voice husky with sudden desire. “You move like that and Eywa herself couldn’t hold me back.”

Rumi went stock-still as a cold sweat broke out across her skin despite the warmth enveloping her. Her mind blanked, processing the sheer size she just felt grinding against her—the way it throbbed to life, far larger than anything she’d encountered back on Earth.

Experimentally, she shifted her hips again, pushing back against Zoey’s member just enough to feel its full outline. It was enormous, easily as thick as her wrist and growing with each subtle movement, the heat of it seeping through the lioncloth like a promise—or a warning.

Her arousal spiked sharply, but so did the fear; how could something that big possibly fit? She swallowed hard, her body trembling now not just from embarrassment but from the overwhelming reality of what she’d just agreed to.

Zoey chuckled lowly, her keen senses picking up the shift in Rumi’s scent—the sharp tang of her nervousness mingling with the heady musk of desire. “Ah, there it is,” the ravenette teased, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Your scent just changed—fear and want, all twisted together like vines in the canopy. How thrilling.”

Before Rumi could squirm away again, Zoey gripped her waist firmly, her large hand nearly encircling the human’s slender frame completely as she stilled Rumi’s movements and pinned her in place against her body.

“Stay, Rumi,” Zoey commanded softly. “We need you relaxed and ready. You’re small, fragile… we won’t rush this. Not before you’re begging for it.”

Rumi’s heart pounded wildly. The way Zoey’s singular hand enveloped her waist made her feel all sorts of ways. She nodded shakily, her voice coming out in an anticipated whisper, laced with equal parts nervousness and excitement. “What… what are you guys planning on doing?”

Zoey’s tail swished playfully as she swiped the tip under Rumi’s chin in a teasing caress. The ravenette’s grin widened, her fangs peeking out in a predatory yet affectionate smile. “Mira will use her mouth first,” she explained, tilting the human’s head back so their eyes met. “To taste you, loosen you up with her tongue. It’ll get you nice and relaxed for what’s next. Trust us, little one—Eywa guides our hands… and mouths.”

Mira’s tail, which had been still up until now, began to sway behind her, betraying her growing excitement at the proposition. Her eyes darkened with anticipation as she adjusted herself between their legs.

“Lean back, yawnetu,” Mira instructed Zoey. There was a hunger in her tone now, the guarded warrior giving way to something more primal. “Give me easier access to our little sky flower.”

Zoey complied, shifting her weight to lean back onto her elbows. Rumi’s body was now fully supported against Zoey’s chest, her head resting just below the reef Na’vi’s chin. The position elevated Rumi’s hips, exposing her even more to Mira’s gaze as the human’s legs dangled over the ravenette’s thighs.

Mira wasted no time; with one hand, she gripped the back of Rumi’s leg and pushed it back to spread her wider while her other hand clutched Rumi’s hips firmly to hold her still. The cool air teased Rumi’s exposed core, but Mira’s breath was hot as she lowered her head.

“We don’t normally do this,” Mira murmured, her voice muffled slightly as her lips hovered inches from Rumi’s pussy, the words sending warm puffs against the sensitive skin. “Na’vi bond through tsaheylu, or take each other directly for harmony. But you… you’re rather small, tawtute. This is a good way to get you ready—open you up to take me later.” Her yellow eyes flicked up to meet Rumi’s in a flash of challenge before she descended.

The first touch of Mira’s mouth was electric—a wet, heated press of her lips against Rumi’s pussy, alongside a tongue flicking out experimentally to trace the slick folds. Mira’s tongue was longer, more dexterous, and textured than a human’s as it lapped at her with deliberate strokes, sending jolts of pleasure straight to the human’s core.

Rumi’s reaction was instantaneous; her body arched sharply against Zoey’s chest, a strangled cry escaping her lips as her hands flew down to grip Mira’s hair for purchase. “Oh fuck!” she gasped as her hips bucked into the wet heat.

Mira’s groan reverberated deep from her chest in a primal sound of satisfaction as her tongue delved into Rumi’s folds, savoring the unique, tangy sweetness of the human’s arousal. The vibrations hummed directly into Rumi’s pussy, sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through her core like echoes in a vast canyon.

Rumi’s body jerked as a broken whine escaped her lips—high-pitched and needy, muffled slightly by her mask. It felt like Mira’s mouth was everywhere at once, making the pleasure all the more intense.

Meanwhile, Zoey returned one of her hands to Rumi’s breast, her fingers enveloping the soft mound with gentle possession. She kneaded it slowly, circling the hardened nipple with her thumb in lazy, teasing strokes that contrasted with Mira’s attention below. 

“Shh, paskalin,” Zoey murmured into Rumi’s ear. “Let Mira taste you—feel how she honors you with her mouth. You’re doing so well, trembling like a leaf in the storm, but Eywa sees your strength. Tell us what feels good… guide us with your sounds.”

Mira lapped at Rumi’s entire pussy with broad strokes of her tongue—starting from her entrance and sweeping upward in long, languid motions that covered every inch of the slick, pink flesh. Her eyes flicked upward repeatedly, watching Rumi’s face for every twitch and gasp while her ears perked to catch the subtle shifts in the human’s breaths and moans; she noted how Rumi’s hips bucked when her tongue grazed the outer lips and how her thighs quivered when she dipped lower.

But when Mira’s tongue accidentally swiped over her swollen nub, Rumi let out a particularly loud, mewling sound and arched off Zoey’s chest like a bowstring.

That was the signal Mira had been waiting for.

With a satisfied hum that sent another set of vibrations coursing through the human, Mira sealed her lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

She sucked gently at first, flicking her tongue in rapid, precise circles that built the pressure steadily, then alternated with flat, broad licks that dragged across her clit with delicious friction. Rumi’s whines turned into full-throated moans, her body writhing in Zoey’s lap as the pleasure coiled tight in her belly.

“M—Mira… oh god, right there—” she gasped, her voice breaking on the words as she tossed her head back. Mira’s tail lashed with excitement behind her, and her glasses fogged with heated breaths, but she didn’t stop—her mouth worked with relentless focus, drawing out every shudder and cry from the small human beneath her.

As Rumi grew wetter—her arousal coating Mira’s chin and lips in a glistening sheen—the jungle Na’vi deemed her ready for more.

Carefully, she pressed the tip of her tongue into Rumi’s entrance and slid in with a gentle thrust. The stretch was immediate and pleasurable—Rumi’s walls clenched around the invading muscle as it curled inside her.

It filled her just enough to tease while brushing against that spongy spot along her inner walls—the one that made Rumi’s vision blur with stars.

Mira began to fuck her in earnest, withdrawing her tongue almost completely before plunging back in. Each thrust hit that sensitive spot over and over again, sending jolts of ecstasy radiating outward while the pinkette sealed her lips around her mound, sucking lightly to heighten the sensation.

Rumi’s world narrowed to the wet heat between her legs and the hands all over her body. The dual pleasure built like a tidal wave, crashing higher with each movement. “I—I’m gonna cum—” Rumi panted brokenly, her voice fracturing as her hips ground against Mira’s face, chasing the edge. “Please, don’t stop—”

Mira paused mid-thrust, leaning back slightly with a curious tilt of her head, her chin slick and shining with Rumi’s evidence. Her eyes narrowed as genuine confusion etched her features.

“Cum? What do you mean by this, Rumi?” she asked, her voice roughened by desire, the absence of her mouth leaving Rumi’s pussy throbbing with unfilled need.

Rumi whined at the loss, her body clenching around nothing as her hips bucked futilely into the empty air. “No—don’t stop! I’m so close… i—it means I’m about to… release, like feel really, really good. Just keep going!” Her words were desperate, and she tugged at Mira’s braids insistently to pull her back down.

Zoey chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling with amusement and lust. “You heard her, yawnetu—our sky flower is on the edge. Give her what she needs.”

Zoey’s encouragement spurred Mira on as she dived back in with renewed eagerness. She drove her tongue deeper this time, thrusting faster and curling insistently against that spongy spot inside Rumi with every stroke, while her lips sucked at the surrounding flesh.

At the same time, Zoey used both hands now to toy with Rumi’s breasts—kneading them firmly, pinching the nipples between her fingers, and tugging lightly to sync with her mate’s rhythm.

And to say it was all too much for Rumi would be an understatement; the stretch of Mira’s tongue, the vibrations from her occasional groans, and Zoey’s skilled hands on her chest made her lose it.

Rumi’s grip tightened on whatever she could reach as the pressure shattered her. She came hard, her body convulsing in Zoey’s lap while a sharp cry ripped from her throat amidst the waves of ecstasy crashing into her. Her pussy clenched around Mira’s tongue as release flooded out in a gush of slick that coated the jungle Na’vi’s face while stars burst behind her eyelids, making her mind go blank with white-hot pleasure as every nerve burned with the intensity of her climax.

Mira and Zoey both picked up on the change instantly—the shift in Rumi’s scent permeating thick in the air like a blooming night flower.

Mira moaned appreciatively into Rumi’s pussy, the sound deep and satisfied as she lapped up the human’s sweet release eagerly, savoring every drop. She didn’t pull away until Rumi’s tremors subsided and her body went limp in her mate’s embrace, spent and panting.

When Mira leaned back, her lips curved into a rare, smug smile as she wiped her chin with the back of her hand. Her glasses were thoroughly fogged now as she wiped the condensation away.

Zoey, ever curious, dipped her hand down to Rumi’s still-quivering pussy and coated her fingers in her wetness. Then she brought them to her mouth, sucking them clean, her teal eyes hooding in pleasure. “Mmm… like the nectar of the sweetest bloom,” Zoey commented, her voice a low purr as she savored the taste.

Rumi, still recovering from the mind-blowing orgasm, could only watch through hazy eyes while a fresh blush crept up her neck at the lewd display.

Zoey glanced at Mira, her expression turning thoughtful amid the haze of arousal. “Do you think she’s ready to take you yet, yawnetu? Her release was strong… but she’s still so tight.” Mira hummed as she assessed Rumi’s flushed form with a mix of desire and caution. “I don’t know,” she admitted. “Humans are fragile—better to be sure.”

Zoey nodded, waiting patiently as Rumi’s breaths evened out until her body relaxed against hers. Once the tremors had faded and Rumi’s eyes fluttered open, Zoey made her move.

She coated one of her long fingers in the abundance of wetness leaking from Rumi, then positioned it at her entrance. “Easy now,” Zoey whispered, her tone gentle as she slowly pushed the digit inside, inch by careful inch. The stretch was immediate but not painful as Rumi’s body submitted to the intrusion with a wet slide.

Zoey watched Rumi’s face intently, pausing at any sign of discomfort, but the human only gasped, her walls fluttering around the finger as the ravenette curled slightly, exploring the velvet heat within.

Zoey adjusted her position so that she could brace her other hand behind herself for support. Her finger curled gently inside Rumi’s slick heat as she settled, exploring the tight walls with a care that made they human whimper. The new angle allowed Zoey to delve deeper and watch every flicker of Rumi’s expression—the way her brows furrowed in pleasure, and the way her lips parted behind the mask. “That’s it,” Zoey murmured. “Just relax into it, paskalin. Feel me filling you.”

Rumi braced her hands on Zoey’s thighs once more, digging her small fingers into the firm, blue muscle as she adjusted to this new sensation. The single finger felt immense—thicker than she anticipated, stretching her in a way that tipped her into pleasure. Her body trembled as her walls fluttered around the digit that coaxed her open in shallow thrusts.

“It’s… big,” she whispered, her voice breathy and strained, but here was no pain—only a building fullness that made her core ache for more.

As Zoey felt Rumi’s inner walls begin to relax, the tension easing around her finger, she nodded to herself with a satisfied hum. “Good girl,” she praised before carefully sliding another finger alongside the first. The added girth stretched Rumi further, the sensation equivalent to the fullness of a human cock.

Rumi bit back a moan, sinking her teeth into her lower lip to stifle her pleasure as her body adjusted to the delicious burn, drenching Zoey’s fingers with fresh slick as her arousal surged.

Mira held Rumi’s shaking thighs open with her strong hands, her tail swinging lazily behind her as she watched the scene unfold. But concern flickered in her eyes as she watched the human tremble. “Isn’t that too much for her, yawnetu?” Mira asked as she gently massaged Rumi’s skin to soothe her.

Zoey looked at her mate with a playful smirk, pausing her fingers mid-thrust to let Rumi adjust. “She can take it, can’t you, Rumi?” she replied, her tone teasing yet encouraging. There was a challenge in her words, but also trust—inviting Rumi to affirm her own limits.

Rumi nodded fervently, her breath hitching as she brought one hand up to brace herself on Zoey’s wrist, wrapping her fingers around the thick blue forearm as best she could. “Y—yes,” she moaned out. “I can… keep going.”

And with that, Zoey resumed her movements, slowly scissoring her fingers inside Rumi—spreading them apart to stretch her walls, then pressing them together in a motion that opened her up bit by bit. The sensation had Rumi’s head falling back against Zoey’s chest and soft whimpers escaping her lips.

Rumi couldn’t help but roll her hips into Zoey’s fingers, chasing friction and seeking more fullness. The motion, however, had an unintended effect—her ass pressed harder against Zoey’s lioncloth, grinding against her hardened cock and causing it to throb in response. Zoey hissed through her teeth, gripping the leaf bed tightly as her own arousal flared.

“Keep still,” Zoey warned again, her voice strained with restraint. “Don’t work me up like that—not yet.”

She could feel Rumi grow wetter with each passing second, the slick sounds of her fingers moving inside the human increasing in volume as she loosened.

But Zoey was hardly done. “Think you can take another?” she asked, stilling her fingers inside Rumi as she waited for her consent.

Rumi, lost in the haze of pleasure, mewled out a fervent, “Yes,” her body craving more despite the fullness.

Carefully, Zoey added a third finger, easing it alongside the others with slow pressure. The stretch was profound now—Rumi felt so full, the sensations bordering on overwhelming as her walls clenched tightly around the digits.

It felt way too good, pleasure spiking through her body like lightning, and she let out a guttural moan, her mouth falling open as drool began to dribble down her chin, unchecked in her ecstasy. Her eyes fluttered shut as tears of overstimulation prickled at the corners, but she was in bliss—pure and unfiltered bliss.

Mira watched intently as she scanned Rumi’s face and body for any signs of discomfort. To soothe the human, the jungle Na’vi’s tail curled around Rumi’s leg, caressing the skin with gentle strokes, the soft fur at the tip brushing against her thigh like a reassuring whisper. “Breathe, Rumi,” she murmured.

Feeling the clench and release of Rumi’s walls, Zoey couldn’t resist teasing. “At this rate, you could take all of my fingers,” she purred, her voice dripping with playful seduction. “Maybe even my hand if you tried hard enough. Would you like that, paskalin? Stretched so wide for us?”

Rumi shuddered at the thought, her body reacting instinctively—her pussy clenched hard around Zoey’s fingers as a fresh gush of slick coated them. Zoey laughed, a throating sound of delight. “Hmm… your body likes that idea. So eager, so responsive.”

Zoey continued fingering Rumi for some time—thrusting, scissoring, and curling to hit that sensitive spot inside, while stretching her open more with each pass. The grotto filled with the wet, obscene sounds of her work, mingled with Rumi’s moans and gasps. But gradually, she felt the human’s body loosen further, the tight grip of her walls easing.

When she was satisfied, Zoey slowly withdrew her fingers, the digits glistening with Rumi’s arousal as she held them up to admire her work. Rumi whimpered at the sudden emptiness as her body clenched around nothing, but Zoey shushed her gently. “Our little sky flower is ready for you, ma yawnetu,” she said, peering at her mate.

Zoey shifted once more as she lay back onto the leaf bed, propping herself up on her elbows to maintain a comfortable angle. She adjusted Rumi on her lap, slotting the human’s ass snugly between her thighs so that the curve of the human’s backside nestled directly against the bulge of her clothed cock.

Zoey’s member, fully hard and throbbing from the earlier friction, pulsed against Rumi’s soft flesh. “There,” Zoey purred, her voice a low rumble that vibrated through Rumi’s body. “This way, I can feel you slide against me when Mira takes you.”

Mira rose from her crouched position to swiftly untie the woven cords of her lioncloth, letting the fabric fall away. Her cock sprang free, hard and throbbing with need, the blue skin flushed a deeper shade from her arousal.

It was imposing—long and thick, veined with subtle markings that pulsed faintly in time with her heartbeat while the tip beaded with precum. The intersex balance of her form was evident, the feminine structure nestled below secreting wetness, but in this moment, her masculine length stood proud and eager.

Rumi’s eyes widened in a mix of awe and terror as she took in the sight of Mira’s erection. Mentally, she measured it—easily over a foot long, thicker than her forearm, the girth alone making her stomach twist with doubt.

How could that possibly fit?

Her earlier fears resurfaced in a rush, her mind spiraling into internal panic. It was beautiful, in an alien way—the way the glowing patterns swirled along its length like vines—but the size was daunting, far beyond anything a human was designed for.

She swallowed hard, her arousal warring with the knot of anxiety in her chest. “That’s… that’s huge,” she whispered, her voice trembling, but she was unable to tear her eyes away.

Mira straddled Zoey’s legs as she positioned herself. Gripping the human’s waist with both hands, her large palms spanning the human’s hips to hold her steady, Mira guided her cock along Rumi’s slit, sliding her hot, velvety length through the slick folds to coat herself in the human’s abundant wetness.

The friction was electric as with each graze over Rumi’s clit, pleasurable tingles traveled into her body. She gasped; the intimidation of Mira’s size alone clashed with the teasing and made her core clench in anticipation.

But the fear won out momentarily. “I—I’m scared,” Rumi admitted nervously, clutching Zoey’s thighs tighter as if to anchor herself. The hot rod pressing against her felt both thrilling and terrifying as even the weight of it reminded her of the vast differences between them.

Mira stilled her movements immediately, resting her heavy cock against Rumi’s slit as it throbbed with restrained need.

Her eyes softened in concern. “We won’t harm you, little one,” she murmured with reassurance.

Zoey reached behind her and rummaged briefly in a small pouch woven into the grotto’s wall. She retrieved a small vial of clear lubricant derived from the sap of a rare Pandora plant known for its slick, soothing properties. “Here,” she said, passing it to Mira. “This will help ease the way.”

Mira uncorked the vial and poured a generous amount onto her palm, coating her cock thoroughly until it glistened. The lube warmed quickly, adding a silky glide as she returned to teasing her length along Rumi’s slit.

“We’ll be gentle,” Mira promised, caressing Rumi’s thigh. “This is a lot, even for a tawtute—we know. We’ll go slow, stop if you need.”

Zoey chimed in from behind, brushing her lips against Rumi’s ear. “You’re safe with us, paskalin. We’ve got you—let us show you Eywa’s harmony in our own way.”

The reassurance helped, creating a warmth that chased some of the panic away, and Rumi took a deep breath as her body relaxed against Zoey’s. When Mira met her eyes again, she asked softly, “Are you ready?” Rumi nodded before adding, “My safeword is ‘stars.’ If I say it, you have to stop, okay?”

Mira tilted her head, confusion flickering across her features. “Safeword? What is this ‘stars’ you speak of?”

Rumi explained quickly, her cheeks flushing. “It’s a word that means stop—no questions asked. If it’s too much, or I need a break, I say ‘stars,’ and everything stops. It’s a human thing for safety.”

Understanding dawned in Mira’s eyes, and she exchanged a glance with Zoey, who nodded. “We understand,” the jungle Na’vi said, curling her tail in agreement. “Your word is our bond—if you say ‘stars,’ we stop.”

Zoey echoed the sentiment, stroking her hand along Rumi’s side. “Eywa honors choice—we do too.”

Emboldened, Rumi hooked her legs around Mira’s hips, pulling the jungle Na’vi closer. Then shyly, she whispered, “Go really slow… please.”

Mira listened as she aligned the tip of her cock with Rumi’s entrance, pressing the lubed head gently against her slick folds. Then, with extreme care, she pushed forward, inching in centimeter by centimeter, the stretch immediate and profound.

Rumi’s breath hitched, her face scrunching in discomfort as the girth filled her, her walls slowly giving in to the invasion. Mira paused at the first sign of tension, keeping her hands on Rumi’s waist to steady her. “Breathe,” she murmured, waiting until Rumi whispered, “Keep going,” through gritted teeth.

It continued like that—a slow, painstaking dance of advance and pause. Each increment brought new waves of fullness, but the lube and preparation made things bearable as the sensations tipped toward pleasure.

Zoey whispered praise throughout the entire process, her voice a constant anchor: “You’re doing so well, little one… so brave, taking her like this. Feel how we cherish you.” Rumi’s hands braced against Mira’s arms as she rode out the sensations, her moans mixing with whimpers.

After what felt like an eternity, Mria was nearly bottomed out; her hips flushed against Rumi’s, and only a portion of her length remained outside to avoid overwhelming the human completely.

They stayed like that, Rumi cockwarming Mira in an intimate hold, the jungle Na’vi’s cock throbbing gently inside her as her body adjusted. Rumi’s face twisted in a mix of pleasure and strain, her eyes squeezing shut at first, then fluttering open with heat. She felt incredibly full—like Mira was splitting her apart from the inside out and stretching her to her limits.

Glancing down, Rumi’s eyes widened further—she could see a noticeable bulge in her stomach, the outline of Mira’s girth pressing against her from within, in visible proof of the size difference. It was surreal, erotic, and a little terrifying; her pussy clenched reflexively around the thick cock, drawing a groan from Mira.

After some time of simply holding still to allow Rumi’s body to adjust to the profound fullness of Mira’s cock buried deep inside her, the initial discomfort began to ebb away like a receding tide.

Rumi’s breaths came in shallow gasps, and her oxygen mask fogged with each exhale as her inner walls flustered and clenched around the shaft. Sweat beaded on her skin, mixing with the lingering slick from earlier until she felt warmth spread through her core, transforming the ache into a throbbing need. The fear that had gripped her earlier melted under the gentle reassurance of the two Na’vi.

Rumi shifted experimentally, rolling her hips just a fraction to test the new fullness. Instantly, a spark of pleasure ignited deep within her, making her toes curl and fingers dig deeper into Mira’s arms.

“M—Mira,” she whined, her voice hoarse and needy. “I… I think I’m ready. You can move now—but go r—really slow. And be gentle, please.”

Mira’s ears perked forward at the request, her tail curling in acknowledgement as she nodded. Her hands tightened on Rumi’s waist as she murmured, “As you wish,” in a low rumble.

She watched Rumi’s face intently, scanning for any flicker or pain or hesitation as she began to withdraw—pulling back just an inch or two, the slick drag of her cock eliciting a soft whimper from the human. When Mira paused at the apex of her retreat, she pushed forward again with the same slowness, burying herself back to the hilt without rushing.

The sensation was devastating for Rumi—each slow thrust felt like a wave building, the pressure against her sensitive spots coiling tighter with every pass. “Nngh… yeah, like that,” she breathed as her head fell back against Zoey’s chest.

Mira maintained the glacial pace, rocking her hips in a controlled rhythm that allowed Rumi to savor every inch. The jungle Na’vi’s cock pulsed inside her, brushing against her walls in ways that made stars dance behind the human’s eyelids.

Zoey held Rumi steady from behind, wrapping her arms around the human’s torso and whispering sweet nothings in her ear. “Feel her, paskalin… feel how she fills you completely. You’re taking her so beautifully.”

As the minutes stretched on, the slow thrusts kindled a deeper fire within Rumi. The initial caution gave way to a building pleasure that made her pussy clench greedily around Mira, urging her on. Her body adapted, the stretch becoming addictive as each withdrawal left her aching for the return.

“Faster,” Rumi gasped suddenly, her voice gaining strength as she arched her back slightly. “More, more… please, Mira. It feels… good. So good.”

Mira’s eyes darkened with desire, and she complied, increasing her pace incrementally—still gentle, but now with a steady rhythm that had her hips rolling forward more fluidly. As a result, the wet sounds of their union filled the grotto, mingling with Rumi’s escalating moans.

Zoey brought one of her large hands down to rest on the bulge of Rumi’s stomach. Her palm pressed lightly against the skin, feeling the subtle push and pull of her mate’s cock as it moved inside the human. “Mira… I can feel you through her,” Zoey murmured in awe.

But while that occurred, Rumi’s composure was shattering; the pleasure built relentlessly, making her pussy flutter and clench with each deep stroke while the friction against her sensitive spots sent shockwaves coursing through her body.

Before she knew it, she was a moaning, babbling mess, her words dissolving into incoherent sounds as her mind fogged with ecstasy. “Fuck—nngh, Mira—Hah… oh god, just like that—Mmmph… so full, fuckfuckfuck—”

Rumi’s hips bucked erratically to meet Mira’s thrusts, and her nails scraped along the jungle Na’vi’s arms as she lost herself in the rhythm. More drool slipped from the corner of her mouth, and her eyes glazed with lust as tears of overwhelming pleasure streaked down her cheeks.

The bulge under Zoey’s palm rose and fell more prominently now in a hypnotic rhythm that made Rumi feel utterly possessed, her body a vessel for their pleasure.

Emboldened by Rumi’s reactions, Mira gripped her waist harder, her powerful arms flexing as she began to manhandle the human with more confidence. She lifted Rumi slightly with each thrust, dragging her up and down her cock like a fleshlight.

Rumi’s legs dangled helplessly as her body bounced in Mira’s hold, the sensation of being used so casually sending thrills straight to her core. She loved it—the way Mira treated her like something delicate yet desirable, a mere plaything to be cherished and ravished.

“Yes—hah, harder—Nngh more, more… your toy, fuck me like your toy—” Rumi babbled shamelessly, her voice breaking on moans as Mira grew rougher with her manhandling.

All the while, Zoey watched the scene unfold with growing arousal, her own cock straining painfully against her lioncloth as the friction from Rumi’s ass grinding back against her cock sent jolts of need into her core. When she noticed how comfortable and lost in pleasure Rumi and Mira had become, Zoey decided it was time to deepen their connection.

She reached back her free hand, grasping her queue. The neural tendrils at the end writhed eagerly, glowing faintly in the dim light. “Ma Mira,” she called softly to her mate, her voice husky with desire. “Give me your queue—let’s connect our tsaheylu. I want to feel what you feel, to share this harmony with you.”

Mira’s eyes flicked up, her thrusts faltering as she processed the request. Then, without breaking rhythm, she reached behind herself, uncoiling her own queue. The tendrils extended toward Zoey’s, intertwining in a familiar dance as they made the bond.

The connection snapped into place like a lightning strike—their neural links merging in a rush of shared sensations. Both Na’vi moaned in unison, deep and appreciative as their bodies shuddered from Mira’s pleasure flooding into Zoey and vice versa.

Mira felt the echo of Zoey’s throbbing arousal and the way Rumi’s movements teased her mate’s cock through the fabric while Zoey experienced the tight, wet heat of Rumi’s pussy clenching around Mira as if it were her own.

The bind shattered Mira’s composure. Her thrusts grew rougher—still mindful of Rumi’s fragility, but driven by the amplified ecstasy coursing through her.

She growled low in her throat, snapping her hips forward with increasing force, dragging the human’s body up and down her length with abandon. Rumi’s body rocked harder against Zoey’s clothed erection, the friction making Zoey groan deeply and her head fall back as her tail wrapped tightly around Rumi’s leg.

“Ah—Eywa, yes—” Zoey rasped, pressing her hand firmer against the bulge to feel every powerful thrust. “She’s so tight around you… I feel it all.”

Rumi gripped Mira’s arms tighter as she was bounced relentlessly, the rougher pace sending her spiraling toward another peak. “Mira—fuck, please—Hah… harder, nngh… don’t stop—Oh god, I can feel you everywhere—” Her moans escalated into cries, her body a conduit for their pleasure, the rocking motion against Zoey’s length adding an extra layer of stimulation that made the ravenette buck her hips upward and grind into the human with needy groans.

Mira’s thrusts speared Rumi, filling her ways that made coherent thought impossible. Rumi, in turn, struggled desperately to control herself, her small body rocking like a ragdoll in the jungle Na’vi’s grip.

Mira’s cock stretched her to her limits, dragging against her inner walls with every upward pull and downward slam, hitting that spongy spot inside her over and over until her vision blurred with tears of ecstasy.

“Nngh—too much, hah… Mira, fuck—slow down, I can’t—” Rumi babbled incoherently as she clawed at Mira’s forearms, leaving faint red trails on the blue skin. But her pleas were half-hearted when her hips betrayed her to grind back greedily for more.

The bulge in her stomach rose and fell visibly with each motion, a lewd reminder of how completely Mira owned her in this moment, and the sight only fueled Rumi’s spiraling loss of control.

Pleasure built like a storm gathering force as Rumi’s pussy fluttered wildly around the girth as if trying to pull Mira deeper. She felt like she was unraveling, her body simply a vessel for the Na’vi’s desires.

“Oh god—I’m… I’m gonna—nnngh, please,” she whimpered, her voice cracking as the edge approached, but she could hardly form the words, let alone hold back the tide.

Then, without warning, Zoey slipped her hand down between their bodies. She found the human’s swollen clit, circling it with firm, teasing strokes. The added stimulation was devastating; Rumi’s body spasmed violently, arching her back off Zoey’s chest as her pussy clenched hard around Mira’s cock, sucking it in a way that made stars explode behind her eyelids.

“Zoey—oh fuck—hnngh… right there, don’t stop—” she cried out, pushing her hips into the feeling. The circles were perfect, matching Mira’s thrusts in a way that pushed Rumi over the brink before she could even prepare herself.

Before Rumi knew it, she was coming harder than she ever had in her life, her release hitting her like a bus. Her body convulsed in Zoey’s lap as her pussy clamped down like a vise around Mira’s length, milking it with desperate, fluttering squeezes.

Slick gushed from her core, coating Mira’s cock and dripping down onto Zoey’s thighs in hot rivulets. “I’m cumming—oh fuck, nngh… fuckfuckfuck—” Rumi screamed, her voice raw and broken as tears streamed down her cheeks.

Her hands flailed, dripping Mira’s forearm one moment and Zoey’s wrist the next as her entire form shook with the intensity of her climax. Her pleasure seemed endless, prolonged by Zoey’s relentless circles on her clit and Mira fucking her with abandon, drawing out every last shudder until Rumi felt like she might get hit by another bus.

Mira felt everything—from the way Rumi’s pussy sucked her cock in greedy waves to the way the pleasure amplified through the tsaheylu bond, flooding Zoey’s senses as well. A deep, guttural moan tore from Mira’s throat, making her hips stutter mid-thrust as the sensations threatened to overwhelm her completely.

“Eywa… she’s squeezing so tight—yawnetu, feel her through me,” Mira rasped as her ears flicked back in ecstasy. Zoey echoed the moan, her body tensing beneath Rumi as the shared sensations hit her like a bolt, all of it mirroring in her own core despite not being inside the human. “Mmmph… so good, paskalin… your release is like fire in our veins,” Zoey whined huskily, thrashing her tail against the leaves. Her cock throbbed painfully against Rumi’s backside as the bond heightened the pleasure.

Mira could hardly last under the pleasure; the wet heat enveloping her was too good, too addictive—the way Rumi’s walls rippled and clutched her cock, begging for her seed without words.

“Rumi—I’m… close,” Mira growled through gritted teeth as her queue pulsed with the shared overload from Zoey. But just before she tipped over, Rumi’s voice cut through the haze, slurred and fucked-out but insistent, her eyes half-open in post-orgasmic daze. “M—Mira cum outside… please, nngh… not inside—you can’t—”

Mira’s eyes widened, and a flicker of struggle crossed her features as she registered the plea. The wet heat around her cock felt divine, every instinct screaming at her to bury herself to the hilt and fill this human with her essence to claim her fully in Eywa’s balance.

Her hips faltered, thrusting shallowly as she warred with herself, groans of frustration mixing with pleasure. “Little one… it’s so good—hard to stop,” she admitted raggedly as her tail lashed wildly. 

But Rumi begged again, pushing weakly against Mira’s chest. “Please—Mira, outside… can’t—begging you, pull out—”

The desperation in Rumi’s voice pierced through Mira’s haze, so with utter willpower, she obeyed. Gripping Rumi’s hips more firmly, Mira pulled out carefully, the drag eliciting mutual whimpers from all three as the emptiness hit.

Rumi gasped at the sudden void, her pussy clenching around nothing, while Mira’s cock throbbed angrily in the cool air. Then, without missing a beat, Mira wrapped one of her large hands around her length and began stroking in fast, urgent bursts.

Mira and Zoey’s ears pinned back flat against their heads in unison, their bodies syncing perfectly through their tsaheylu. Mira jerked herself faster as she bared her fangs in a mix of pleasure and strain.

“Ma yawnetu—nìsti… ’awsiteng—” (My love—close… together—) she growled, slipping into her native tongue. Zoey nodded frantically, her own release building in tandem with her mate’s, their bond feeding her every sensation and making it seem as if Mira’s hand on her cock was her own.

Then, with a shared, thunderous roar that shook the grotto’s vines, Mira came undone. Her cock pulsed in her grip as thick ropes of glowing cum erupted, painting Rumi’s body in luminescent streaks.

The first spurt landed hot across the human’s stomach, then higher onto her exposed breasts, where the bioluminescent fluid shimmered like starlight on her pale skin. More followed, splattering her thighs, her chest, even up to her neck and chin, marking her thoroughly in a display of Na’vi essence.

At the same time, Zoey came through their connection, her body arching beneath Rumi as waves of ecstasy crashed into her. She ground her hips upward, rutting her clothed cock frantically against Rumi’s backside, the friction sending her over the edge.

“Ah—ma Mira, srane, ’awsiteng—” (Ah—my Mira, yes, together—) Zoey cried out as her release soaked through her lioncloth in hot bursts as she bucked wildly against Rumi’s skin.

The grotto filled with the heady scent of their combined releases. Mira slumped forward, slowing down her strokes as the last spurts dribbled from her tip. Zoey panted beneath them, stilling her hand on Rumi’s clit, though her tail remained wrapped possessively around the human’s leg. 

Rumi lay limp in their hold, her mind hazy and blissed-out as every inch of her body tingled from the intensity.

The trio lay entangled in the afterglow; Rumi felt utterly spent, her limbs heavy as if weighted by Pandora’s gravity itself, while the sticky warmth of Rumi’s cum cooled on her skin. Mira hovered above her, trembling from the exertion, while Zoey supported them both from below.

For several long minutes, they simply breathed together.

Mira was the first to move, her eyes softening as she gazed down at Rumi with rare tenderness. With a gentle flick of her tail, she reached out to where her queue intertwined with Zoey’s and carefully disentangled them, breaking the bond with a snap that made both Na’vi gasp softly, their ears twitching as the direct link severed.

When the bond dissolved, their bodies responded in kind. Mira’s cock began to soften, and Zoey’s followed suit beneath her lioncloth.

“That was… intense,” Zoey whispered, uncurling her tail from Rumi’s leg with a reluctant brush as if she loathed to break the contact.

Then Zoey shifted carefully, encircling her arms around Rumi’s waist to lift the human gently off her lap and set her down on the soft leaf bed. Rumi whimpered faintly, her body protesting the loss of warmth, but she sank gratefully into the cushioned leaves, splaying out her limbs in exhaustion.

Zoey stood fluidly and reached for the ties of her ruined lioncloth. The fabric was utterly soaked through, sticky with her release as she peeled it away with a slight grimace. Mira followed suit, wiping a hand across her abdomen to clean off any lingering traces from their mating before standing as well.

But just as the two Na’vi turned toward the grotto entrance, preparing to slip out into the night, Rumi’s voice piped up weakly from the bed, her eyes fluttering open to watch them. “Wait… where are you going?” she asked, her tone laced with confusion and a hint of abandonment as she propped herself up on her elbows despite the ache in her core.

She glanced down at herself, taking in the mess of release streaking her body. It was lewd, erotic in a way that made her flush anew, but also uncomfortably messy as it made her look like a canvas painted by the stars themselves.

Zoey paused, glancing back at the human with a soft smile. “To the stream nearby, paskalin. We need to clean up—wash away the remnants of our harmony. It’s not far, just beyond the roots.” Mira nodded curtly as she adjusted her glasses with a flick.

Rumi bit her lip as she raked her gaze over their towering forms. Despite the heat still simmering in her body, she felt the stickiness acutely. “Can… can I come along?” she asked shyly, her cheeks burning even hotter at the thought of being seen like this outside, but the need to rinse off quickly overrode her embarrassment. “I’m all… sticky. And it feels kinda gross now.”

Mira huffed, flicking her tail in mild irritation, but there was no real bite to it—more impatience than true annoyance. “Then hurry, tawtute. The night deepens, and we don’t linger exposed.” She crossed her arms, waiting expectantly.

Rumi nodded quickly, steeling herself as she swung her legs over the edge of the leaf bed. But as she tried to stand, her knees buckled immediately. She collapsed back onto the leaves with a startled yelp, her face exploding in a deep crimson that spread from her cheeks to her neck.

Oh god, she thought, mortified. I think Mira just fucked me so good I can’t even walk.

The realization hit her like a Thanator’s roar—her legs were jelly, utterly useless after the pounding she’d taken.

Mira and Zoey turned fully, their expressions shifting to confusion and ears perking forward as they tilted their heads in unison. “What is wrong, little sky flower?” Mira asked as she stepped closer with a concerned rumble. Zoey mirrored the motion, swishing her tail in puzzlement.

Rumi’s blush deepened to an impossible shade, her hands flying up to cover her face as she mumbled through her fingers, “I… I can’t stand. My legs—they don’t work right now.”

She peeked through her fingers, but upon seeing their blank stares, she forced herself to elaborate in a squeaky voice: “You… Mira, you fucked me so hard I can’t walk at the moment. And before you say anything—it’s a good thing! Just… embarrassing.” She paused. “Um… can one of you carry me there? Please…?”

Mira blinked, her confusion deepening, but Zoey seemed to catch on first. A mischievous grin spread across her face, and she flashed her fangs as she burst into laughter.

Switching to Na’vi for privacy, she nudged Mira’s arm. “Nga slamu po tsawl slu hu nga txìm, ma yawne! Lu po ke tsun hivawnu fìtxan!” (You broke her with your cock, my love! She can’t even stand now!)

Mira’s eyes widened in realization, her ears flicking back as a flush crept under her blue skin, a rare show of embarrassment from the stoic warrior. She replied in Na’vi, her voice a mix of surprise and pride as she glanced at Rumi with newfound awe.

“Srane? Lu fì’u lu txantslusam… slä ke lu peru kea tìpawm fte tsakem si…” (Yes? That’s amazing… but I didn’t mean to harm her…)

Then, shaking off her hesitation, Mira rushed forward, scooping Rumi up in a bridal-style carry with effortless strength. “Hold on, little one,” Mira murmured in English, her tone softer now and almost apologetic. “We’ll take care of you.”

Rumi squeaked in surprise but wrapped her arms around Mira’s neck, burying her face against her warm, blue skin to hide her blush. Zoey chuckled again, gathering the cloths and a small pouch of cleansing herbs before leading the way out of the grotto.

The stream was indeed close, a winding through the roots, its waters glowing faintly with algae that lit their path like underwater stars.

At the stream’s edge, Mira gently lowered Rumi into the shallow water, the cool flow serving as a soothing balm against her heated skin. The Na’vi joined her, wading in and creating gentle ripples with their towering forms.

“Aftercare is important,” Zoey explained softly as she dipped a cloth into the water and began to wipe away the sticky remnants from Rumi’s body. “Eywa teaches balance—after giving so much, we must restore. It honors the body, prevents harm, and strengthens the bond.”

Mira nodded, bringing her hands down to carefully clean her glowing release from Rumi’s stomach and breasts. Her touch was clinical yet affectionate as she massaged away any lingering aches.

They helped Rumi rinse her hair and gear, the water washing away the evidence of their passion and leaving the human feeling refreshed and cared for. Rumi relaxed into their ministrations as the importance sank in—this wasn’t just physical; it was a ritual of respect, a way to make her feel truly seen and valued.

Once clean, the trio returned to the grotto. Mira and Zoey dried Rumi with soft leaves, then prepared a simple meal from their stores—fresh fruit from the canopy, roasted nuts, and tender strips of hexapede meat seasoned with herbs.

They fed her by hand, Zoey popping sweet berries into her mouth with a playful wink and Mira offering bites with a steady gaze. “Eat, paskalin,” Zoey urged. “You need strength after such harmony.” And Rumi accepted gratefully.

Sated and warm, the trio settled into the hammock with Rumi nestled between the two Na’vi in a protective cocoon. As sleep tugged at her edges, Rumi murmured jokingly, her voice drowsy, “You know… after this, I think I’m a traitor to my species. Sleeping with the ‘enemy’ and all.”

Mira huffed softly as she draped an arm over Rumi’s waist. “You are better than your species, little one. Eywa sees your heart—pure, seeking connection, not destruction.” Zoey nodded as she curled her tail around them all. “Srane. (Yes.) You honor us, Rumi. Rest now; tomorrow brings new light.”

The next day dawned with Pandora’s vibrant chorus, the sunlight filtering through the vines in golden shifts. After a light breakfast and farewells laced with promises—Mira and Zoey vowing to find her again soon—Rumi made her way back to the RDA base while her mind replayed the night’s events in a loop of wonder and heat.

As she emerged from the forest line, Jinu and Abby spotted her immediately and rushed over with wide eyes and frantic questions.

“Holy shit! Rumi! Oh my god, you’re alive!” Jinu exclaimed, grabbing her shoulders. “We thought the Thanator got you—we searched all night! What the hell happened?! How did you survive?!”

Abby nodded vigorously, his mask fogging with rapid breaths. “Yeah, spill!” You were missing for the entire day—did you hide? Find shelter? Tell us everything!”

Rumi smiled vaguely, her cheeks tinting pink as memories of Mira and Zoey’s touches flashed through her mind.

“Oh, you know… I just got lucky and found a safe spot. Nothing exciting.” She shrugged, turning toward the base without elaborating further, her thoughts already drifting to the next time she’d see the two Na’vi, the pull of Eywa’s harmony calling her back to the forest’s embrace.