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As promised, Quaritch brought thunder to the tsahik of the Mangkwan. Varang was giddy as her warriors took on their new weapons, howling in celebration as they shot rounds of bullets into the open sky.
When he put a flamethrower in her hand for the first time, it was as if he has given her the most magical gift in the world.
Quaritch stood behind her, his hips pressed against her back and his arms cradling her body as he showed her how to use the weapon. When the flame burst forth in a large gust, Varang's eyes lit up, wide and watchful and amazed by the power in her hands. A delighted laugh burst from her throat as she turned the flame thrower on nearby tents, setting them ablaze, and Quaritch could only watch in wonder at the manic joy on her face.
She was so fucking beautiful, the psychotic glint in her eyes only feeding his fixation as he watched her lay down hot, red violence upon the camp. He understood her in that moment, and knew that they were made of the same stuff.
When Varang pulled him past her shrieking warriors, into her tent for the second time, Quaritch did not resist.
He let her lead him to the furs laid down in the center of the yurt, let her push him to his knees and run her fingers through his short hair. As soon as his felt her touch, his cock stiffened, straining against the fabric of his pants.
Quaritch just stared up at her in awe, not needing the drugs from their last encounter to be struck still by the sight of her.
"You gonna leave me hanging again, baby?"
Varang's lips curled into a grin. "Lay down."
Despite his better judgement, Quaritch obeyed, propping himself on his elbows to watch her.
Varang untied the tight binding around her breasts and let it fall to the floor, then brought her hands down to her waist where the straps of her loincloth kept it hanging in place.
When she was bare before him, Quaritch swallowed hard, tracing the lines of her body with his eyes. She was so slender yet so strong, the definition of her abs and the patterns of her skin hidden beneath ash paint. He was dying to touch her, to run his fingertips across her skin and ruin the coat of grey covering it, replacing the pigment with bruises. But if he had learned anything from the last time he was on his back in this tent, the tsahik's blade pressed against his throat, it was that he had to be careful when taking control.
As Varang stalked closer, her hips swaying, Quaritch drank in the sight of her. He could see the horizontal indents of the tight bindings in the flesh of her small breasts, and the pattern of raised bumps across the curves of her body. And the sight between her legs, deep blue, bare of any hair and already slick with arousal, made Quaritch's mouth water. He wanted to taste her, to fuck her with his tongue until she was screaming his name.
"Come here," he said roughly, though it almost sounded like he was pleading.
Varang hummed as she came closer and straddled his lap. As soon as she was within reach, Quaritch pressed his hands against her bare hips, digging his fingers into her flesh hard enough to bruise.
Varang hissed, but made no move to remove his grip.
"Will you please me today, Quaritch."
He breathed deeply as he traced his gaze down the column of her throat to the curve of her breasts and the tight navy blue nipples resting at their peaks.
"If you let me," he said, dragging his hands up and down the small of her back, scrapping his blunt nails against her skin.
"Mhm. I will, but you must prove yourself."
She pushed him down onto the furs until his back was resting against them, then moved up his body until her thighs were resting on either side of his shoulders.
"Fuck baby," he whispered as he took in the sight of her cunt, gleaming with arousal. Swollen and wet, with deep blue lips and nearly dripping, it was the most delicious thing he'd ever seen.
He dug his fingers into her ass and lowered her down onto his mouth, flattening his tongue and licking a stripe up her pussy. She tasted earthy and slightly tangy - a familiar flavor that seemed to be consistent across species, and one that Quaritch loved more than anything.
Varang gasped at the first contact of his tongue between her legs. She hummed and melted into his touch, allowing her hips to undulate lightly as he began to lick and suckle at her clit.
Unable to help himself, Quaritch groaned at the taste of her and the feeling of her thrusting against his tongue. This was exactly what he had wanted - to feel the weight of her and to hear the desperate sounds drawn out of her as he pleasured her.
Varang dug her fingers into his hair, piercing his scalp with her nails. Quaritch groaned against her cunt at the stinging sensation, unsure whether it was pain or pleasure that drew the sound from his mouth. The vibrations against the most sensitive part of her made Varang yelp, nearly bucking her hips off of his face to escape the intensity. Quaritch didn’t let her run. He tugged her back down, his biceps straining as he pressed her hard against his mouth, licking hard against her clit and groaning into her wetness.
The sound that sprung from Varang's throat was high and breathless and desperate, and Quaritch had never heard anything so beautiful. Forcefully, he grabbed her hips and began to drag them against his face, laying his tongue flat against her as he guided her thrusts into a steady rhythm. It was an invitation to use him, to fuck his face until she found her pleasure.
Varang took it gladly. She braced herself against the pillar behind his head and began to ride his tongue in earnest, sliding up and down the pad of his tongue and coating his face in her arousal. Quaritch couldn't breath. All he could taste and smell and see and hear and feel was Varang - the heady scent and flavor of her, the sight of her small breasts bouncing above his vision, the sound of her desperate whimpers, and the sensation of her nails digging into his scalp. There was no where else he would rather be.
As her thighs began to shake around his head, as her thrusts grew frantic, Quaritch's cock strained against his pants, begging to be touched. He was aching for her, and he was so certain that he'd never been more aroused in his life. He needed to fuck her, to feel her wrapped around him, sinking down onto his length and rocking her hips the way she was now against his chin.
Varang's moans grew higher as she approached her climax, and Quaritch was so taken by the sight of her.
He fixed his gaze on her face, pinched with pleasure, her lips parted on a gasp and her hairless brows furrowed. She looked so beautiful like this, fucked out and desperate for release. He needed to see the look on her face when he stretched her out, but that would have to wait. He had one job now - to bring her over the edge.
He pinned her hips with his large hands and began to flick his tongue over her clit hard and fast. Varang gasped, tugging on his hair, almost as if to pull him away. Quaritch didn't allow her a moment of escape. He tugged her down harder against his mouth, moving his tongue faster, alternating between laving her clit with the tip of it and sucking on the bundle of nerves, pulsing the suctions at the same pace as his strokes.
Varang's thighs quivered, and her voice pitched higher, her moans turning into breathless whimpers as the tension grew tighter and tighter and tighter, until it snapped.
"Quaritch!" she gasped, pushing hard against forehead to free herself from the intensity of sensation. Quaritch kept her pinned, lightening the pressure but still relentlessly fucking her through her orgasm with the pad of his tongue.
When her voice broke and she went still, surrendering to the pleasure, Quaritch finally lightened his grip, rubbing soft circles into the spots on her hips that were already beginning to bruise from his firm grip.
Varang lifted herself off of his face, panting as she keeled forward to lean against the pillar, and Quaritch grinned beneath her, sneaking out from under her legs and raising to his knees to cradle her body from behind. He massaged her breasts with his large hands, rolling her nipples between his finger tips and marveling at how they were so small against the size of his palms.
When Varang caught her breath, she turned her head over her shoulder and captured his mouth in a searing kiss. Quaritch hoped she could taste herself on his tongue - hoped that she reveled in the flavor as much as he did.
Breathlessly, she said, "You serve me well, skyman."
This time, Quaritch didn't argue that he wasn't one to serve. After having the tsahik come on his tongue, he was certain that serving her and pleasuring her would become his favorite thing in the world.
"Baby, you haven't seen anything yet."
Grabbing her by the waist, he tugged her towards him and flipped her onto her back, laying her against the furs. Varang, despite her love for power, made no move to reclaim it. She fixed him with a curious, half lidded stare, as if she were waiting to see what he would do next. Heat pooled in Quaritch's lower belly as he met her gaze, raising his arms to his shoulders to unclip his armored vest and set it aside. Varang's eyes were hungry as she drank in the sight of him. She raised her hand and dragged her nails down his abs, stopping at his waistband.
Quaritch leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, groaning into her mouth as he cradled her body with his. He loved seeing her take control, but there was something about seeing Varang on her back and vulnerable that made his cock twitch. He ached to fuck her slow and deep, but not yet. Now that she was letting him do what he wanted with her, Quaritch had his heart set on showing her just how much pleasure he could bring her. Not to mention that sex was so much sweeter when his own release was predated by the sight of his woman falling apart over and over again until she couldn't take it anymore. That build up of arousal that came with giving pleasure would make the moment that he slid inside of her feel so much fucking better.
Sliding his lips against Varang's, Quaritch nipped at her bottom lip, sinking his canines into the flesh until he tasted blood. She yelped into his mouth at the spark of pain, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer until their bare chests were pressed together. The heat of her seared his blue skin, igniting within him the need to touch her, to see her shutter apart again.
He traced his mouth down her jaw, down her throat, sucking her soft skin between his teeth. Further down, he nipped at the curve of her breast, then drew one tight blue nipple into his mouth, sucking gently as Varang arched into his touch. He pulled away with a wet pop and grinned up at her, reveling in the sight of the mighty tsahik with her head thrown back in pleasure, her throat bared for him.
"Yeah? You like that baby?"
Varang moaned in response.
Sitting up slightly, Quaritch grasped Varang's thighs in two large hands, spreading them apart so that she was splayed out for him. Soaked and slick, the blue lips of her pussy spread open for him, she looked like a dream. Quaritch traced two fingers from between her breasts, down her navel, all the way down to her center, where he lightly trailed them everywhere but where Varang so desperately needed him to touch her.
"Do not tease me," she snarled, grabbing his wrist.
Quaritch snickered, leaning in to kiss her. If he were a crueler man, and if Varang were a weaker woman, maybe he would have toyed with her. But he knew better than to test the fire queen, and even if he wasn't a little bit scared of what would happen if he didn't give her want she wanted, Quaritch was keenly aware of one simple fact: that he wanted nothing more than to see Varang in ecstasy.
Without warning he plunged two fingers inside of her, meeting little resistance due to just how wet she was. Varang whimpered, her hips bucking up to meet his thrust as he stretched her out with his fingers.
"That's right," Quarich snarled, baring his teeth. "You like that, don't you?"
Varang gasped, digging her nails into his bicep and tugging him down on top of her with her other arm. "Yes."
The confession lit something within him, and he began to fuck her roughly with his fingers, plunging them in and out, curving the tips at the end of each stroke to hit that spot inside of her that he knew would bring her the most pleasure.
Varang's moans grew hoarse, and her eyes welled with tears as he kept thrusting his hand, unrelenting.
"Yes. Yes, yes," she moaned. Her hip rose to meet each stroke of his fingers, and even as his hand began to ache from exertion, Quaritch kept going, determine to see her fall apart.
Her inner muscles began to spasm around his fingers, gripping them tight, and he groaned as his cock ached, knowing that she would feel so good when he finally sunk into her. He couldn't wait to feel her wet heat sucking him in, couldn't wait to climax inside her and pump her full of his cum.
Bracing his pelvis against the back of his hand, Quarich began to piston his hips, fucking his own hand into her over and over again, even deeper and harder than before.
He loved that the tsahik liked it rough like him - loved being able to fuck her like this without abandon, knowing that she loved it, the feeling of him bruising her inner walls. He hoped she'd be hurting tomorrow, clenching around nothing, aching to be filled, yet too sore to take his fingers again.
As her moans began to pitch higher, transforming into desperate whimpers as her pussy fluttered around his fingers, Quaritch leaned back, pinning one of her ankles to the floor to keep her spread open for him.
He fucked her harder, keeping the violent pace and curving his fingertips at the end of each stroke, brushing against the pulsing spot inside of her that was ready erupt.
With a hoarse cry, Varang came, her pussy clentching up, then pulsing, sending streams of clear liquid spouting from between her legs. Quarich groaned aloud, nearly cumming in his pants at the sight of her squirting.
"Wasn't sure you Na'vi could do that," he panted, as he continued to fuck her, curving his fingers deeper to draw out another cascade of pleasure.
Varang grabbed at his wrist pushing it away as oversensitivity overtook her body, and tears began to stream down her cheeks.
Her voice was broken with every moan as Quarich slowed his strokes, eventually sliding his fingers out of her and licking them clean.
"Fuck, baby," he said. "You’re so beautiful."
Varang hummed in response, her eyes shutting tight as she melted into the furs. "I will keep you, Quarich," she said. "You pleasure me well."
Quaritch grinned. "Don't think we're done here, Tsahik." He gestured to his aching cock. "You still have something to take care of."
An amused smile danced on Varang's lips. "Let me rest a moment, skyman. And then I will ride you."
The promise stirred Quaritch's blood. He couldn't argue with that.
Laying beside her, Quaritch propped himself up on one elbow and watched the rise and fall of her chest. The ash paint had begun to flake away, leaving her bare and blue. The fire queen wasn't quite so scary without her armor on.