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Lo'ak/Jakesully with slight Neteyam/Jakesully
There was one time, Lo’ak had a strange dream. In that dream, he was chasing a star, riding his Ilu northward, to the far sea. He tried to go as fast as he could, but whenever he was close to catching the shining blue gleam in his hands, he immediately fell and sank into the deep, warm ocean beneath. Even so, Lo’ak wasn’t afraid; in fact, he felt so calm and peaceful, as if he was being held in the loving arms of Eywa, that he didn't want to wake up. When his body reached the ocean floor, he felt a familiar touch caressing his face. Lo’ak reached out to it, trying to embrace the void close to his chest while sensing a silent, subtle wave of emotion filling his lungs.
Suddenly, a precious gem, glowing like phosphorescence, fell from a celestial palace and rested in his palm. Lo'ak clutched it tightly, hearing a faint voice emanating from it, echoing in his cochlea.
He held it close to his ears and carefully listened to every sweet word that he had promised himself never to forget.
"You have proven yourself too me."
“I’m proud of you.”
———
Lo'ak and his father had been getting more intimate than before. His father often took him out to the coast to hunt fish and gather food for their family, just as they had done in their hometown. His father even asked him to go for a ride on their Ikran together, and sometimes, they would compete with each other to see who could fly faster. In those moments, Lo'ak felt like the happiest person in the world. However, it didn’t last for long.
Since Lo’ak and Neteyam hit their puberty, they had experienced so many mixed emotions and sexual desires, which mostly could not be shared with other people. He and his brother, although they were totally different in appearance and characteristics, shared the same role model - their father. What was even stranger was that, in one moment of carelessness, Lo’ak had accidentally confessed to holding such sinful feelings toward their Dad, but Neteyam didn’t even show any sign of surprise. He just sat still next to Lo’ak, wrapped his arms around Lo’ak’s neck, and repeatedly punched him in the head playfully.
“Baby brother, why are you thinking so much? That doesn’t suit you at all.”
Lo'ak found his brother's words truly confusing, but what surprised him even more was what Neteyam was about to say.
“Dad will understand, baby brother.”
———
As the night fell, the weather in the Metkayina clan’s territory got colder. The Sully family was now sleeping together, with Neytiri hugging Tuk, Kiri holding Spider in her arms, while Jake lay beside his son, letting Lo’ak rest his head on his strong bicep. Lo’ak, obviously, couldn’t sleep well. Whenever he turned his face, he would be attacked by his father’s huge breasts. They were so soft that sometimes, Lo’ak couldn’t resist the temptation and touched them gently. At first, he told himself that he would only do this once, but when the feelings of softness and flexibility hit him like a bullet, he knew he wasn’t able to stop. Each night, Lo'ak grew increasingly greedy. He became bolder and bolder. Initially, he would gently touch and caress those full breasts a little, but gradually, Lo'ak realized that he couldn't be satisfied simply by touching them.
He wanted to taste them so bad that sometimes, when he was lying next to his father with his arms hugging the other person’s waist, he would dream about licking and sucking those two small, pale nipples. When Lo’ak snapped out of his dream in the morning, luckily, he only had to witness the contemptuous faces of Kiri and Spider, not his father. Kiri even kicked him in the legs and stormed outside, seemingly unable to bear her stupid brother any longer. Spider appeared to be more considerate toward Lo’ak, maybe because he could sense such a disappointing emotion in his friend's heart.
“Bro, you ok? ‘Cause when we woke up, your face looked like a suckermouth catfish.”
Lo’ak punched Spider’s shoulder hard before walking outside, trying to look for a place where he could hide himself from this world for eternity. Yet, there were not many choices for him to do that, so Lo’ak, once again, came to the Spirit Tree of the Metkayina clan. He wanted to enter Eywa’s consciousness and tell his brother about the dream he had lately. Still, after a moment of consideration, he decided that he would return here at midnight, when everyone had already fallen asleep.
However, there was one thing he couldn't have anticipated: how warm his father's body was. Lying in his father's arms with his head resting on his father’s breast, he quickly drifted off into a deep sleep, completely forgetting about his intention to talk to his older brother. Perhaps it was because the weather had been getting colder lately, so it was only natural that he fell asleep easily. This time, his dream had unexpectedly become more vivid. The softness of the flesh, the coolness of the skin, and even the two pale nipples were so real that Lo’ak couldn't help himself from sucking and touching his father's breasts aggressively. He squeezed them as if they were squishy toys, turning from one tit to another, constantly licking and pinching the fully erect nipples like a baby asking for its mother's milk.
When the sun rose and the whole family woke up, Lo’ak’s father was nowhere to be seen. He, as a responsible son, immediately went out and looked for his father so that his mother could focus on taking care of the other members. To be honest, Lo’ak decided to find his father not only because of responsibility but also because of a feeling of insecurity surging in his heart. Suddenly, he remembered yesterday's vivid dream and pushed his Ilu to speed up.
“God damn it.”
He thought.
Maybe it wasn't a dream at all.
Fortunately, it didn’t take long for Lo’ak to search for his father. His father was actually just offshore, riding the Skimwing and having small talks with a few people in the tribe, including the patriarch of the Metkayina clan, Tonowari. However, Lo'ak discovered that his father was wearing a long coat, covering the strong and muscular upper part of the body that he had fallen in love with. Seeing his father covered in a cloth, which was unusual since his father always preferred to be mostly naked, caused Lo'ak to feel a little suspicious. Lo’ak kept a distance from his father, intently observing him, unaware that his golden eyes were radiating intense emotions. They revealed how uncomfortable he felt seeing Chief Tonowari's hand pat his father's shoulder and touch his back, even if that was only to show Chief Tonowari’s goodwill, it still made Lo'ak extremely uneasy.
Suddenly, he saw his father turn around and immediately called him over.
“Lo’ak, what took you so long?”
He laughed and beckoned Lo’ak to come closer. Lo’ak obeyed and went to his father's side, bowing respectfully to patriarch Tonowari. When he turned to look at his father, he immediately noticed several scattered red marks on his father's chest, peeking out from under his coat, indicating that the fleshy skin of his chest had been violently assaulted. However, his father didn't seem to mind much because throughout the day, they still spent time together searching for food, catching fish, and even racing their mounts. The only thing that troubled Lo’ak was that his father always wore that cloth, even when they dived into the ocean to collect shells.
This led Lo'ak to believe that the dream he had was real, and what he had done to his father in the dream was also real. His father, however, seemed completely unconcerned by it; he even treated his son normally, which filled Lo'ak with both a sense of reassurance and an indescribable regret.
Lo’ak was relieved that his father probably thought he was just going through some puberty shits, so he decided to let this slide, but he still feared that his feelings for his father might be revealed one day if he couldn't control himself. Lo’ak felt grateful to Eywa that his father might have been able to sleep well and deeply, so deeply that he wouldn’t even notice the violation that Lo’ak had done to his seductive body.
However, his father's gentle gestures still left him with so much confusion that Lo’ak had to seek guidance, and the one he turned to was none other than his older brother, Neteyam.
———
When he saw the familiar face, Lo’ak’s burdens seemed to be halved. He quickly rushed to wrestle with his brother for a while before they both lay sprawled on the white sand, gazing at the clear blue sky above them, and then Lo'ak spoke, telling his brother what had happened recently.
“Wait, Lo’ak. You said that you did all those things to our father without him realising it because he was so deeply asleep?”
Lo'ak nodded repeatedly.
Suddenly, Neteyam patted him solemnly on the shoulder and pushed his head down. His brother leaned close to Lo'ak's ear and revealed a shocking secret that only made Lo'ak more and more confused.
“Dad has never been a deep sleeper, baby brother.”
———
Lo’ak rode his Ilu back home, thinking about all the things he had heard from Neteyam. When he reached the Sully family’s Marui, everyone was getting ready to sleep. Lo’ak stepped in quietly, looking around to find his father. Contrary to Lo’ak’s fear, his father was still lying in the same spot, right next to his mother, but with a space to his left, seemingly reserved for him. He timidly came closer to his father, resting his head on the other’s arm and burying his face in his breast, which was still full of vivid red marks. His hands were trying to grab his father's waist, but a large hand had stopped him. His father was still awake, and Lo’ak heard him demand calmly.
“No, Lo’ak. You have a good night's sleep, and we will talk about this tomorrow.”
And his heart sank.
That night, Lo'ak couldn’t sleep well. He seemed too anxious to dream, so from time to time, Lo'ak would open his eyes and stare at his father's muscular figure with mixed feelings of longing and immorality. He knew what he had done, he knew how terrible the guilt he carried was, but in the end, he couldn't deny the affection he had for his father, because they were so robust.
At that moment, he just wanted to run far away from his family so that he didn’t have to face them, because he couldn’t bear to become, once again, a disappointment to his father. He had tried so hard to mend this father-son relationship, and it would destroy him if one day he woke up and saw the chagrin in his father's eyes all over again.
There was not much for him to do but wait, so he waited. As the sun shone bright upon the whole village, his father was still lying next to him. He heard his father tell his mother to go out first, because he wanted to take a break today. After that, when everyone had left, his father patted him on the shoulder and said that he had something to talk about. The two of them went to a small forest area near the village. His father left his Skimwing first, quickly swam to the shore, and stomped slowly on the white sand at the edge of the forest. While following his father, Lo'ak couldn't help but notice that his father's big tail was gently swaying back and forth, but he was too preoccupied with his premature emotional crisis to realize that it showed his father was actually in a pretty good mood.
When his father stopped, Loak also stood still, too afraid to move even just an inch. He felt as if he was frozen to the spot, awaiting a verdict from his own father. But instead of the furious scolding he had expected, his father simply sat down, patted the spot next to him, and motioned for him to come closer. Lo'ak, for some reason, felt terrified and screamed.
"Dad, I'm sorry!!"
His father suddenly burst out laughing. He stood up, walked over to his son, and pulled him down to sit in front of him. He reached out his strong arm to stroke his son's unruly hair while speaking in a warm, gentle, and caring tone.
“You don’t need to apologize, son. I understand what you are going through, and I hope you can talk to me about it, rather than just… suffering it alone.”
For some reason, Lo'ak suddenly felt like crying. It wasn't that his father hadn't cared for him before, but ever since Neteyam's death, Lo’ak had carried a heavy burden in his heart, a burden that had also weighed heavily on his father's shoulders and nearly shattered his family. However, the Sully never quit. He had managed to pull himself together, and with Payakan, he had rallied the Tulkun to join the fight against the despicable skymen.
Eventually, he had received his father's recognition, which made Lo'ak the happiest person on Pandora. Therefore, Lo'ak had been trying to suppress the forbidden feelings he harbored for his father, but ultimately, it only twisted his mind and led him to assault his father, the father he cherished most.
And now, that same father he had always loved for as long as he could remember was sitting in front of him, open his arms and let Lo’ak nestle into his chest and quietly confessed that he loved him very much. He also cried, but just a little, or so he thought. When he left his father’s arms, there were tears everywhere on his buff chest, but his father didn’t seem to be bothered. He even leaned forward and started to do something unimaginable, crawling onto Lo’ak’s lap and sitting on his things without any warning.
“D-Dad?!!!”
“It’s fine, Lo’ak…"
"I see you.”
Each word was like sweet honey poured into Lo'ak's ears, warming both his body and heart, and when his father rested his forehead against Lo'ak's, all his anxieties seemed to vanish completely. He boldly wrapped his arms around his father's waist, leaning forward so that his lips touched his father's soft yet warm lips.
He didn't hesitate to caress and touch his father's firm, full breasts, constantly pinching and twisting the pale nipples, making them stand erect after just a few minutes of fondling. His tongue parted his father's lips, initially timidly invading, but gradually, as he sensed his father's consent, Lo'ak became more aggressive. He attacked, ravaging his father's mouth like a wild beast, or perhaps it was simply because he had no experience in kissing, so when he saw his father pulling his hair, signaling him to stop, Lo'ak felt a little uneasy, as if he was afraid that his father would be displeased.
But when he pulled away from his father's lips, Lo'ak saw a thin silver thread connecting the corner of his mouth with his father's, and his golden eyes were captured by the glistening lines of saliva trickling down his father's tempting neck. What made it even harder for him to move his gaze was the visible reddish hue appearing on his father's cheeks. All of them, along with his father's ragged and broken breathing, caused Lo'ak's blood to boil and rush to his lower body uncontrollably.
“W-wait… Lo’ak… Um…”
Lo’ak wanted to kiss his father again, but a big hand had covered his mouth before Lo’ak got the chance to do it.
“You were choking me, son… L… let’s take it slower this time, ok?”
Lo’ak nodded obediently and waited for his father to part his lips. His movement was gentle, calm, and careful, as if his father was afraid to hurt him too. One of his hands reached down to Lo’ak’s lower body, touching his penis, which was half erect. Lo’ak flinched a bit, but his hands didn’t stop caressing his father’s body. The more Lo’ak touched every inch of the beautiful blue skin, the more his body shivered. He heard a low moan when he twisted his father’s nipples hard, and then he felt a thing standing up from between his father’s thighs.
But there was something more. Some kind of sweet-scented fluid was flowing from the private place of his father, because when Lo’ak slipped his hand between the other's buttocks to find the secret thing that Neteyam had told him about, a thick, sticky fluid oozed out, flowed on Lo'ak's fingers, which intensified his uncontrollable sexual desire for his father. Lo’ak was able to insert two fingers into his father’s wet hole while scattering his touches all over the muscular and strong body. He made his father cry out a low, deep, but wet groan, and he felt like his heart had been captured by his father all over again.
“L-Lo’ak… ah… slow do-wn…”
His father moaned a few broken words unconsciously when he interrupted the deep kiss between them, tensing his arms, trying to suppress the pleasure rising from the intimate place between his legs as his son penetrated there with two long, slender fingers, which were exactly like his own. Those fingers rapidly increased the speed of spreading inside the soft, moist flesh. Lo'ak, after his father broke their kiss, quickly moved his mouth down to the plump nipples and sucked them passionately. His father trembled more and more violently; his breathing was increasingly faster, causing him to put an arm around Lo'ak's shoulder to prevent himself from falling backward. While unceasingly caressing the firm buttocks, Lo'ak's breathing became erratic as his father touched the head of his penis, making it drip precum continuously. At first, his father seemed to be really skillful when he wrapped his hand around Lo’ak’s cock and moved his palm up and down gently. Yet, after a few strokes, he suddenly realised that Lo’ak’s cock was growing bigger and bigger in his hand, which caused Lo’ak’s father to twitch a little and seem unwilling to continue their sex. Maybe it was because Lo’ak’s penis was much more majestic than he thought, even though he was just a young teenage boy who would be turning 16 next year.
“Lo’ak, maybe… today is not really good-”
———
Even though Jake had mated with his eldest son before, he still didn’t think that his body could endure such a huge weapon like his second son’s cock. Jake, to be honest, had not thought this through before he allowed his son to mate with him. He tried to move away from Lo’ak, but his whole body had been held tight in his second son’s arms, and it looked like he would not let Jake go easily.
What he did not expect was that Lo’ak would rest his chin on Jake’s huge breasts and look up to him with such puppy eyes, whining a little as if he was being cast away on the street, under the heavy rain.
“D-Dad, did I disgust you?”
“Do you hate me now, Dad?”
However, all those soft cries only made Jake feel a little guilty, because his son’s fingers were still buried deep inside his twitching pussy, penetrated as deeply as they could, and then, suddenly, his whole body bounced hard when Lo’ak rubbed a meat bump inside. Jake’s voice immediately cracked, and the strong arms that held around Lo’ak’s neck became so weak that it almost made the plump body lose its balance.
“N-no… Lo’ak… Um!”
The more Lo’ak grinded that place, the more Jake’s body shook. His second son’s golden eyes became brighter than before when he constantly made his father moan loudly and uncontrollably. Soon, Jake came. He shot a long and thick stream of white fluid on his son’s abdomen and his own thighs, which absolutely stimulated Lo’ak’s sexual desire even more. He greedily looked at Jake’s gorgeous figure before pushing his father down, hastily stripping off his father's clothes, and placing the head of his cock at his father’s pussy, which was still dripping vaginal fluid after his climax. Jake tried to stay conscious, but before he could do anything, he felt his son's strong grip, moving Jake’s hips closer to Lo’ak’s lower body part and then, thrusting his whole dick straight into his father’s uterus.
The penetration was so forceful that it made Jake see stars spinning around his head. His tongue flicked out, letting saliva once again trickle down the corner of his neck. Lo'ak leaned forward, swallowing all the sweet fluids that were constantly trickling down along his mouth corner. He gnawed the thin lips, then gradually moved downward, biting the delicate neck hungrily before returning once more to the large breasts, wreaking havoc and leaving even more marks on his father's body than before. New bites covered the old red kiss marks, making his father's flesh extremely alluring.
His hips moved incessantly, thrusting in and out with such chaotic movements and without any rhythm, as Lo'ak felt like he was about to ejaculate from the overwhelming sensation of being enveloped by the warm, fleshy walls. His father's body moved erratically in response. Lo’ak lifted his father's long, thick legs and let them dangle over his shoulders before adjusting his position and thrusting repeatedly into his father's womb, regardless of his father's cries and pleas to slow down, as he was still unaccustomed to such an enormous cock’s size. A moment later, Lo'ak ejaculated deep inside his father, causing him to let out a series of loud moans. Tears welling up in Jake's eyes as he received the overwhelming pleasure that struck straight into his neurons.
Out of breath and totally satisfied, the teenager Na’vi then snuggled into his father's arms, nuzzling his face against Jake's neck joyfully, completely unaware of the struggle his father had just endured. He wrapped his arms around Jake's now rounder waist with overflowing happiness. And when Jake placed a hand on his back to comfort him as he had done when he was a child, Lo'ak thought that he was truly the luckiest person in the world.
“Dad, I see you.”
He heard his father smile softly.
“I see you too, son.”