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Tamtey mourned the fact she couldn’t enjoy festivals the same way anymore. Though the sky people and mankwan were now erased from the frontier for good, she still felt an impending sense of dread that it would all turn to ruin again. She knew that So’lek and her Sarentu brothers and sisters felt the same way, though only her and So’lek had a habit of displaying it more obviously.
But, for now, she has to let herself enjoy something for once and reconnect to the roots and traditions that have been severed by the acts of the sky people, according to Ri’nela. And that meant entertaining repetitive conversation with many the flirtatious Zeswa hunters while clutching her pot of zankge for dear life.
Tamtey had never viewed herself as particularly attractive. Maybe she was just not that kind of navi, or maybe that’s because it was never a priority to her. Being trained as a soldier from an early age.
It was something that caused confusion as well as excitement for her. But not for these zeswa men.
‘I am quite a skilled and experienced rider if I do say so myself’
Right.
The droning male brought her back from her thoughts as she forced her record number of fake smiles that evening.
‘Hush nata’gu, you are always lying about your skills’. The second male states boldly, turning to Tamtey and placing a hand on her shoulder, to which her lips switch and she internally recoils. ‘You don’t want him beautiful Sarentu. I am kiset. The clans hold my name close and my stories of defeating many a sky people echo through the plains’. He winks with a fang filled smile.
Enough.
Tamtey tightens her grip on the bottle of zangke and cocks a hip. ‘Oh wow!’ She praises with fake admiration. ‘And how many facilities have you taken down?’ Satisfaction floods her as he falters. ‘Fac-ili-tie?-‘ he questions nervously. Tamtey giggles. Her first laugh of the evening. ‘Irayo Kiset, for your undeniable bravery and sacrifice’ she coos, patting his cheek and walking away.
Her mind, naturally, drifts to So’lek. Tamtey wonders if he’s struggling as much as she is right now, dealing with these drunk Zeswa. She instinctually seeks him out. All she finds herself wanting these days is to be around him. His soothing voice, his strength and heart. The way his soul and struggles reflect Tamtey’s.
As she walks through the crowded circle she takes in the smell of warmth, cheese and zakru. Despite the annoyances she faced, she does truly love the zeswa. She appreciates their similarities to her own mother clan and their strong will to fight for what is right.
Zeswa children run past her, chasing toys and giggling with their friends. She smiles as they slow down when coming near her, whispering to each other. ‘That’s the Sarentu warrior!’ One says. ‘my father tells me they call her death on wings’, says another as they roar at their friends, imitating what can only be assumed to be an ikran.
Her eyes scan the crowd as they finally meet So’lek. Oh So’lek. He looked especially handsome tonight. Gone was his heavy metal armour, replaced with beautiful Sarentu clothing that exposed his bare chest, making way for beautiful painted patterns. Not that Tamtey was looking. Of course.
So’lek stood with a group of Zeswa kite makers, appearing to be slightly interested in what they were saying. At least he was having a better time than her. He too had been dragged to this festival by Ri’nela as a way of “integrating back into traditions after a long and perilous war”. He hated crowds as much as Tamtey but they were regrettably separated some hours ago by Nor who had told them that they, “had to make an effort to talk to other people”. Tamtey doubted he was monitoring them anymore.
She makes her way over to So’lek until he locks eyes with her. The corners of their mouths flick up with knowing smiles.
‘Had enough of the party yet?’ She
godes as she crosses her arms. So’lek turns away from the kite makers and joins her by a rocky outcrop at the edge of the circle. The long, glowing, nighttime grass of plains sways in a simultaneous choreography as the breeze gently blows her thick, dark hair. ‘Had enough of the Zeswa suitors yet?’ He teases, deep voice lilting up at the end of the sentence. Tamtey gives him an unimpressed look, followed by a smile and a flick of her tail, before lightly pushing his shoulder. ‘Skxawng’
So’lek leans against the rock as he takes a swig from his zangke bottle. Tamtey does the same. ‘How long do you think this party will satisfy ri’nela?’ She asks, adjusting the beads in her hair. He hums in that low, smooth voice of his. ‘Until the next one’ he muses, looking off into the night sky.
She stalls, looking at him. ‘I will not and cannot put up with anymore young hunters for at least the next year’. So’lek laughs smoothly, ‘you’ll have to put up with it wherever you go Ma’ Tamtey’. The name echo’s in her head before hastily brushing it off. ‘And why might that be So’lek?’ She chides, poking him on the arm before he looks at her with those golden hues. He says nothing, tilting his head at her, studying her Emerald eyes.
Her cheeks warm and her eyes cast downwards before she forces herself to chance the topic. ‘I’m not the only one who’s grabbed the attention of the Zeswa you know’.
—
So’lek keeps his eyes on her. Always on her. ‘Is that so’. He lowers his lids, yearning for another second of seeing Tamtey’s face. She mentions something about a group of Zeswa women talking about his performance in the games. He wasn’t really listening. To the words that was. He was attuned to Tamtey’s every movement and emotion. He knew this was all but a game- a test. And one that he was adamant on passing.
‘They might have been watching me but I was not watching them’ He glances back at the sky, noticing Tamtey looking down with a smile from the corner of his eye.
‘We’re going to have to go back in there you know’ Tamtey sighs, hands behind her back, leaning on the rocks with one leg bent. She looked gorgeous. So’lek bathed in the rare sight of her lightweight clothes, loose hair and exposed skin. Not that he was looking. Of course. He was respectful.
So’lek walks backwards into the open grass of the plains, facing Tamtey with his arms open in a gesture. ‘Says who?’. He smiles as he heads towards the ikran landing, Tamtey jogs to catch up with him, her tail swishing as she scans the crowd for any signs of Ri’nela or Nor.
So’lek did want to leave this festival, but for more than one reason. One being that he had practically heard every different possible way to make a kite and despite how much learning from new clans pleased him, there was only so much he could process. Two, he couldn’t watch Tamtey being harped at by those Zeswa hunters any longer. It made him feel something that he hadn’t felt in a long time. Jealousy. Possessiveness? He scolded himself. Tamtey was not something to posses. He just wanted to be with her all the time. To indulge in her charming sense of humour and bask in the connection that they shared.
—
Tamtey was overjoyed to finally be leaving the gathering, even though it might upset a few people, but she had made an effort had she not? It was not an easy thing, fighting off suitors left and right; knowing deep down that the only reason they were interested was because of the title she possessed.
‘Maybe you’re not the chicken I thought you were after all’ Tamtey giggles as she scampers off in front of him, eager to get to the ikran landing as fast as she could. Tamtey hears a puff of laughter from behind her as So’lek speeds to catch up. ‘One day I will find out what this chicken is and I want not to be disappointed’. She laughs as she tugs his arm to get him to go faster, enjoying the way his muscles felt before quickly scanning their surroundings. ‘Come onnnn’.
‘Stop it Sarentu’. Tamtey bares her fangs at him, knowing that this was a common tactic So’lek used to annoy her. He only smirks at her with that handsome face, lagging forward as he is set to a faster pace.
Tamtey yips for her ikran, Katir. A long beautiful screech rings out from the windswept trees as her bonded descends onto the platform in one graceful swoop of her wings. ‘Hello sister’ Tamtey holds her mighty face in her hands as Katir wriggles happily, shaking out her gorgeous crimson-pink wings. A second screech is heard, belonging to Íley. The stocky male thumps onto the landing as So’lek coos and scratches under his chin.
Tamtey’s breath is held as she watches him. So’lek places his forehead to Íley’s, whispering to him softly as he gently rubs his hand along his neck. Katir offers a curious glance at So’lek before rubbing her face into Tamtey’s stomach in an act of defiance against her lack of attention. Tamtey pulls her eyes away and coos at her needy ikran before securing the bond and launching herself onto Katirs back.
‘So’lek! Tamtey!’
Her heart drops.
Nor.
‘Tamtey do not fly off! I promised Ri’nela I would keep an eye on you’ Nors anger filled words stretch across the area between them as he begins to stomp over to them. Tamtey looks over at So’lek who wears an unimpressed expression. Eyes half lidded as he sighs.
‘Nor please, we’ve been here for more than long enough-‘ Tamtey starts but is promptly cut off. ‘What would Ri’nela think of this Tamtey? Your sister. Your Tsahik’. He spits. ‘Nor…’ So’lek drags out his name in a gravely rumble. ‘And yours!’ He adds, turning to So’lek with a unique expression of distain.
They both dismount, Tamtey stalking over to Nor with So’lek following close behind. Settling for a neutral expression. ‘You can’t force me to stay at a festival Nor’, Tamtey sneers, arms open in a half shrug.
‘So what Tamtey, you’d rather fly of to Eywa knows where with this-‘ Nor pauses as if searching for the right word, hands gestured towards So’lek. ‘This contaminated dog tag warrior; even now he wears sky people metal!’ He gestures at the radio strapped to So’leks chest piece.
Tamtey was aware of the fact that Nor’s and So’leks relationship had been strained ever since she was rescued from the mangkwan, but never did she think it had wilted this much. She looks back at So’lek, his face no longer neutral, but extremely irritated, eyes narrowed, tail flicking. Like he’d dealt with this many times before.
Tamtey turns towards Nor in rapid succession, baring her fangs and letting out a small hiss as she chooses her next words. Her anger so strong that Katir grows restless behind her. ‘You have no right to speak like that to So’lek. After everything he’s done for us. Everything he’s taught us’, She snarls.
‘You don’t think I see the way you look at each other Tamtey’. Nor’s tail flicks violently. Tamtey’s face warms up. ‘That’s enough Nor’ So’lek growls as he surges forward, pushing Nor back with a hand on his chest. Nor shoves it off as if he had just been touched by something filthy.
‘He is not fit for you Tamtey’. Nor presses on. ‘He leads you down a path of violence. Only an outsider can see the situation you’re in. Only your brother can lead you away from this. Back to the right path. The true path of Eywa. And that starts by finding you a respected male worthy of your un tampered soul. That starts by attending festivals like this and talking to interested young hunters instead of running off with metal-loving Eywa defiers like So’lek!’
Silence.
‘How dare you’.
Tamtey bristles with a molten rage and a lowered stance. Her ears pinned against her skull and tail thrashing violently. So’lek edges closer to her with a cautious look on his face. She prowls dangerously close to him, leaving them inches away from each other’s faces.
‘Do you know what defying Eywa actually looks like Nor?’. She enquires with an eerie calmness.
‘You haven’t seen the Mangkwan as I have, not really’. Tamtey’s eyes are wild. ‘You haven’t seen how they kill, how they hunt’. She pauses.
‘How they torture’.
So’lek bristles.
Nor’s expression falters slightly, a look of confusion envelops his features as he takes a small step back.
‘To compare one of our Sarentu family to those hellspawn is something I will now never forgive you for’. Her voice wavers for a moment before she hastily covers it up.
‘We’re leaving’. Tamtey’s starts before adding with a snarl: ‘and don’t ever presume to think that you have any control over who I choose to be with’.
Nor gives one last lash of his tail before storming back into the Zeswa circle in a shroud of bitter hate.
—
So’lek just stands there. Feelings of shock meld with feelings of disappointment to form one layer around the burning hate he has for the mangkwan. For Wukula. For the things they do and for the things they did to Tamtey.
He is flung from his thoughts at the sound of silent sobs. So’lek turns to his side to find Tamtey sitting on the weaved floor, head in her hands, shaking. His ears pin slightly at the sight, carefully lowering himself and settling down next to Tamtey, his hand coming up to rub circles into her back.
‘Look at me M’a Tamtey’. He whispers softly. Low voice flowing through the air towards her.
‘I’m ok’. She tells him, appearing to regain her composure. Rubbing her hands down the length of her face before letting out an exasperated sigh.
‘I hear you’. He chuckles sadly. Tamtey’s dark ashy hair whips in the wind as the decorations on her chest piece clink together, creating a sound similar to a wind chime.
A chirp sounds behind them as Katir curls her body round Tamtey. Resting her head on her lap, licking her lips innocently. Tamtey giggles, rubbing her palm over Katir’s snout in a calm and relaxed fashion. So’lek admires the scene with a soft smile before getting a rougher prod to the back by Íley who demands chin scratches, in which he happily provides.
‘Come’. So’lek rises and offers out a hand to Tamtey. ‘Let us have that flight’. She gives a determined but shaky smile, happily taking So’lek’s hand as he hoists her up.
Tamtey suddenly snags her foot on some loose weaving and falls into his chest, earning a grunt from So’lek. Of course, he catches her straight away and they both freeze. Staring at each other with wide eyes and warm faces. ‘Careful M’a Yawntu’. The name slips out So’leks mouth in a slur like fashion as he lowers his lids to study her face. Memorising every stripe and pattern.
Tamtey’s mouth stutters, her eyes wide for a second before she reclaims her wits and smirks at So’lek. ‘nice catch, skxawng’.
He just chuckles, letting her go. Watching her intently as she gestures for Katir, her head feathers flayed out against the breeze.
—
The wind roars against Katir’s and Íley’s wings as they climb the sky with their riders, getting closer to the stars with every second. Tamtey and So’lek yip and shout into the expanse around them and Tamtey giggles as she barrel roles over So’lek. Reaching out and ruffling his hair in the process. She looks back, grinning at So’lek as he smooths his ruffled hair.
He smirks, whispering something to Íley before they both dive into the cover of the cloud below, disappearing. She smiles, becoming acutely aware of her surroundings and seeing through the eyes of her ikran to get a better view.
Íley lets out a powerful screech as he and So’lek suddenly burst through the clouds to the side of Tamtey, causing Katir to yip with fright.
Tamtey jumps with loud laughter. So’lek joining in as he loops around them. Coming by just close enough to slot a flower into Tamtey’s hair. She touches it lightly, blushing profusely as So’lek acts like nothing happened. ‘Tana’ring?..’ She whispers to herself in half disbelief. A flower from his home land.
She looks down, grinning as So’lek calls back to her.
‘It is getting late. I know a place that we can stay for the night’. Tamtey nods as they descend onto a rocky platform outside a cave that lies half way up a huge mountain face. She slides of her bonded, taking Katir’s face in her hands. ‘Go fish sister’. She whispers as Katir leaps from the rocks with Íley close behind, nipping at the smaller ikran playfully.
So’lek walks ahead as Tamtey pulls his tail, earning her a quick hiss as she scampers further into the cave, giggling. She quickens her pace at the sound of larger footsteps behind her, squealing as she is wrapped by two strong arms and lifted off the ground momentarily. So’lek chuckles as she wriggles to get free from his hold. She smiles into the bites she gives him on his arms and he finally releases her.
Tamtey’s and So’leks laughs die down as they walk further into the cave. Hands joined as they duck under a low hanging rock into the second chasm of the cave. Tamtey’s breath hitches. Illuminated plants and vines line the walls with patches of soft grass that lie beneath extraordinary mushrooms of all varieties. Smaller waterfalls leak through the rocks were dapophet plants prosper and make way for the giant Tarsyu flower that sits front and centre, cushioned by soft moss.
‘So’lek, it’s gorgeous…’ Tamtey murmurs, still in disbelief. So’lek smiles softly at her, ‘I thought you might like it’.
She turns to face him. His broad shoulders glistening in the luminance of the cave as his golden eyes look down at her. Half lidded and kind.
‘How did you find this place?’. She turns towards the great flower, wondering towards it slowly and attempting to suppress the butterflies in her stomach. Nefika had taught her about courting. About all the different gifts and rituals (to which So’lek had given her many), but especially about the last gift. The gift of choice. A decision made under the watchful eye of Eywa at ancestral grounds. She could only hope…
Tamtey re adjusts her chest piece, playing with the chimes and smoothing out the leafs on the shoulder guard before settling with twisting a strand of hair between her fingers. Turning around to face him.
‘I was flying over with Íley. I felt.. drawn to it’. He tells her truthfully.
‘It makes sense’. She smiles, walking slowly towards him. ‘You are Sarentu now’. Tamtey grasps his hand in hers. So’lek gives a small smile. Eyes staring at her softly before dropping to her lips.
The air around them becomes fuzzy as Tamtey’s heart rate quickens. She feels the heat grow and swallows as they lean in ever so slightly.
So’lek breaths out slowly as they stare at each other, lifting an arm to guide her closer by the small of her back. Bathing in her scent.
‘Tell me to stop and I will stop’. He tells her earnestly but clearly full of desire.
‘And if I don’t?’. She dares with mischievous eyes. He lifts one of his hands to cup her jaw line,
‘then I shall not be able to control my self’.
His reply is whispered darkly in her ear. Causing heat to build up in Tamtey’s gut as she wraps her arms around his neck, leaning in as there lips come together.
A flood of pleasure and security envelops her as So’lek explores her body with his hands, letting out a satisfied sigh as his large palms travel the length of her torso and drag up her back. They break the kiss momentarily for air before going back in. So’lek fingers brush over the Tana’ring flower in her hair before lifting her up by the hips. Her legs wrapping around his torso as she rubs her face against his with closed eyes.
Tamtey can’t get over how gentle but strong So’lek feels lifting her up and placing her down on the soft moss, like she was the most precious thing on Pandora. Something worth treating gently but also respecting immensely.
They sit there on the moss with their foreheads pressed together. Arms tangled as they continue to exchange scents.
‘Are you sure about me’
So’lek mumbles quietly, eyes still closed.
Tamtey opens her eyes, placing a hand to his warm cheek with a troubled expression. ‘What do you mean M’a So’lek’. She shuffles closer.
‘Nor is frustrating and naive, yes. But not everything he says is untrue. I am contaminated Tamtey. I am vengeful and I wasn’t there when the mangkwan hurt you. Or when Wukula-‘. Tamtey hushes him as his rich voice wavers.
‘You are the one that saved me from the fires of hometree So’lek. You are the one that took down every one of the mangkwan war leaders and you are the one that kept my family safe when I wasn’t there to’. She nuzzles her forehead against his. ‘I knew you weren’t dead. I don’t know how or why but I knew you would kill them So’lek. Destroy them because the will of Eywa runs in your veins’. So’lek stares into her gorgeous emerald eyes as she continues.
‘I use metal, so does Teylan. We work with humans but we do this to protect our home.
Contamination means a poisoned soul. That’s the mangkwan. Not you, not me, and not our Sarentu family’.
So’lek appears breathless.
‘Oel ngati kameie M’a Tamtey’
‘And oel ngati kameie, Ma’ So’lek’
Tamtey smiles brightly as she gathers her kuru from behind her back. Dragging her slender hands down the length of it until she holds the tendrils in her hand. So’lek does the same until they are close enough to almost connect.
They bring their heads together, breathing each other in before forming tsaheylu.
—
So’leks pupils dilate as memories flood his conscious. Memories of a Sarentu moot. A woman with a familiar smile waving her song cord as the sounds of Tamtey’s people flow like a gentle breeze in his mind. His brow furrows as sudden flashes of destruction break the calm, and memories of TAP begin to form. The beatings, the control, the metal. They relentlessly surge through the connection. Images of a slightly younger Tamtey standing against Harding with her fangs bared, gun griped violently in her hands while she protects her brothers and sisters. The painful memories reach there build up before dissipating as he sees the light of Pandora at the end of a broken tunnel. Images of him, of Katir and all the people she’s met in the years she’s finally been able to be a na’vi flash by as he takes a slow breath out. Memories slowing to a halt as he opens his eyes once more.
—
Tamtey bows her head at the sudden cluster of memories. She smells the scent of the tana’ring as a boy lifts a small bow and draws it for the first time. She’s see’s the Trr’ong festivals and the laugher of So’leks people as they leap between the rocks and ledges of their homeland. Images of a past love and the memory of a brother falling from the sky. She feels the pain of the past as newer memories of the western frontier form. She see’s the resistance. Priya, Alma and then… herself. Images of a familiar song cord being made along with many of the other heartfelt gifts So’lek has crafted her. Flashes of the mangkwan rage through the bond as she looks into every one of the war lords eyes before they dim. A memory of seeing herself in the burning remains of hometree and being carried to safety. The rage simmers down as the open skies of pandora expand her vision and the laughter of her and So’lek can be heard echoing through the air. His memories slow as she opens her eyes.
—
So’lek stares into the beautiful green hues of his lover.
His mate.
Tamtey of the Sarentu had chosen him and he would love and provide for her until the day he returns to the great mother.
‘You are the strongest navi I’ve ever met’, Tamtey breaths. So’lek smiles, clutching her hand in his. ‘You are the most persistent navi I’ve ever met’. Tamtey tips her head back as she laughs. ‘Skxawng’.
She looks gorgeous. Too gorgeous. So’lek pulls her into his lap suddenly as he plants soft kisses along her nape and collar bone. ‘But you are also the most admirable navi on all of Pandora’, he mumbles into her neck as Tamtey sighs and settles into his grasp to look at him. ‘The way you defend your family’, So’lek starts, leaning over to lower her into the soft moss. Beginning to kiss further down her neck until he reaches her chest. ‘The way you fight for what is right, even if it’s painful’. He stops at the tie of her chest piece looking back at her flushed face for consent.
—
Tamtey almost moans at the mere sight of So’lek leant over her. Looking into her eyes with those loving hues, waiting patiently with his fingers hovered over the tie to her chest piece in a silent question.
She threats her fingers through his hair as she nods slowly. Eyes half lidded.
The piece comes loose and So’lek places it to the side. Holding eye contact with Tamtey as he continues his trail of kisses down her body. ‘And the way you appreciate the world around you’. He finishes, pausing at one of her breasts to nuzzle it with closed and concentrated eyes.
‘Beautiful…’, So’lek mumbles against her skin as he continues his trail of fire.
So’lek reaches her ocean blue stomach, continuing to kiss and nuzzle as he leans back momentarily to unfasten his own chest piece. Tamtey gazes over his painted and chiseled, scar filled chest as the piece slips off and So’lek returns to his previous position, gently gripping Tamtey’s hips as he travels lower.
—
So’lek feels desire begin to overcome him as he is shrouded in Tamtey’s heated scent, unbuckling her loincloth and pressing a dedicated kiss to her lower stomach.
Eywa’s miracle.
He captures the sound of Tamtey’s soft sighs as he brushes his face over this undiscovered area. So’lek joins his hand in hers as he finally reaches her warmth. Tamtey lets out a gasp and tips her beautiful head back, causing So’lek to smile slightly. Admittedly, proud of himself.
‘M’a So’lek…’, she breaths as he continues to pleasure her. So’lek gives her hand a caring squeeze. ‘yawne’, he replies, pushing feelings of comfort through the bond.
So’leks hand begins to travel the length of Tamtey’s torso once again as he rubs his thumb over her knuckles on his other, becoming more and more passionate as he feels Tamtey’s build up.
So’lek groans as Tamtey reaches her pinnacle, gripping her thighs and guiding her through. She lets out a small cry as her back arches in the sensation, squeezing So’lek’s rough hand as Tamtay’s breath catches up with her.
They keep still for a moment. So’lek staying stationed around her hips before placing a kiss to Tamtey’s stomach once more and crawling up her body as she rises on her palms. They meet halfway, arms coming to grasp each other as they smile, faces flushed.
Tamtey giggles as she puffs out a breath.
‘The mighty So’lek’, she chides, looking up at him, ‘you do not disappoint’. So’lek wears an amused expression as he places his hand over his heart. ‘I try not to’. Tamtey giggles, face scrunching as she smiles in the way So’lek absolutely fawns over.
So’lek pulls her closer, nuzzling his head against hers in a gentle and caring fashion before lifting her chin and bringing their lips together once more.
—
Tamtey moaned into the kiss as So’lek’s hands dragged up the side of her body close to her breasts. She earns a small chuckle from him as she breaks the kiss to pull him down onto her, laying once again on the fluffy moss. ‘Tamtey..’ So’lek groans, deep voice dragging out her name and rumbling against her skin, sending excited pulses down her stomach as she hums against his neck in response.
So’lek brackets Tamtey with one arm, the other resting on her hip as he stairs into her eyes. She smiles before leaning up quickly to give him a peck on the lips. Tamtey see’s So’lek falter as his desire grows and he leans forward hastily to close the space between them.
The energy shifts into something raw and electric as the kiss deepens, both navi feeling every inch of each other in a tangle of groans and gasps, Tamtey reaching down to tug on the top of So’lek’s loincloth in a plead. He takes her hand, lifting it up to kiss before undoing the fastening and throwing it to the side. Placing a hand back at her hip.
‘M’a Yawntu..’, So’lek mumbles against her jaw in a soft voice. ‘Let me ease you’. Tamtey gasps at palms running down her lower stomach, So’lek’s skilful fingers entering her slowly. Tamtey lets out a pleasured gasp, grasping So’lek’s upper arms to which he kisses her cheek tenderly. ‘I will go slowly, M’a Tamtey’
So’lek nuzzles her before continuing, littering kisses all over her neck and sternum as she arches her back. They settle into a rhythm, foreheads pressed together as So’lek presses into her. ‘Relax for me, Tamtey’, he whispers softly.
Tamtey whines as his fingers exit her, re arranging himself. ‘This may hurt a moment M’a Tíyawn’, So’lek’s fierce, golden eyes stare into hers with a level of tenderness she had never seen before. Tamtey kisses him on the cheek as they close their eyes, pressing their foreheads together once more as So’lek takes her hand in his.
She feels a pressure and a slight stretch as she whimpers and gasps into So’lek’s ear, his firm hold on her hip keeping her grounded. So’lek lays a kiss at her jawline as he starts a rhythmic and tender pace. The slight pain dissipates as she feels nothing but the burning fire of pleasure and desire. So’lek’s hand travels up her lower back as it arches, her hips grinding against his as So’lek grunts into Tamtey’s throat. The sound vibrating through her entire upper body as she moans his name.
They move against the moss, sounds echoing through the illuminated cave as they litter each other with soft kisses.
‘You are doing so well M’a Tìyawn’, So’lek grumbles, causing Tamtey to gasp. His voice has always had that effect on her.
So’lek smirks into Tamtey’s neck as he grinds into her, ‘I know you like that’. He whispers darkly in her ear, to which Tamtey wraps her arms around his neck, connecting her lips with his as she moans. They disconnect for air, Tamtey taking the opportunity to bite his lip in revenge for how attractive he was being right now. So’lek flinches slightly before baring his fangs at her with a smirk, letting out a quiet growl as he picks up his pace.
—
‘M’a So’lek…’, Tamtey gasps quietly against his ear, his name in her mouth sending sparks throughout his entire body.
So’lek can feel through the bond that she was close, her gorgeous flushed face contorting in bliss as she reached the threshold, moaning So’lek’s name as he reached it too. He locked them in a tight embrace as they enjoyed this spiritual feeling, riding out their highs together as one.
—
So’lek wraps an arm around Tamtey as she snuggles up to him, wrapped in a blanket she had gotten from the wind traders, the pair sitting at the edge of So’lek’s ikran landing in the mountains above the kinglore forest. Looking out at the dawn of a new day.
‘I love you Ma So’lek’
He looks down with a smile, kissing Tamtey on the cheek before handing her another tana’ring, for the morning pain.
‘I love you too Ma Tamtey’.