Overall warnings: non-con, mature, violence, rough sex, blood, angst ️🔞

/As you can see, the love scene with the water daddy is full of lust and passion. The colonel's scenes portray them as real animals. Which one did you prefer? You can tell, I won't judge😉😉/

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"Just... a little m- gah, son of a bitch."

Quaritch choked out the seawater he had swallowed until his whole chest hurt. He shouldn't have let those bastards come and hunt down the Tulkun. Who said that they don't fight off? And in the end... what happened? The hunting ship was destroyed, and he got caught by a wave and stuck on this damn island. By himself.

The young recom's heart was screaming furiously.

The first thing he did after scrambling onto the beach was to check the radio. Of course, it didn't work. Maybe because of the time it stayed in the water.

"Fucking hell..."

Vulgar words were thrown out every time he felt annoyed. He dragged his body and sat down against a big rock before looking for anything in his possession he could use.

A small knife and bullets. Great! Plenty of bullets but no weapons. Just great!

On the good side, the GPS still worked. It would probably take 4-5 days or more to wait for a ship or helicopter to take him back.

Where the heck did you go, Cupcake? How do those savages summon their own Ikran?

After taking a break and figuring out a survival plan, Quaritch decided to get up and walk around to explore the place. Unfamiliar with it, he took off to start looking for a temporary place to stay.

From what he had gathered, the only lead he had was that of those three large, pointy mountains arranged in a row.

Damn it. At least, he managed to find a cave to shield him from the environment's humidity.

...

"Ma'Jake... where are you going?"

"I'm off to practice riding a Tsurak."

"Aren't you going you wait for him first?"

Jake shook his head, bent down and snuggled into his mate for a bit before walking out. She just stared at him without speaking.

The one that Neytiri was referring to was the Olo'eyktan of the Metkayina tribe.

Of course he wasn't waiting for him. He didn't even want to think about him. To be precise, he was avoiding the other man. There were times when they walked past each other, but he chose to avoid those dazed eyes without paying attention.

Was he angry? Yeah... he was pissed.

But there wasn't much he could do when Tonowari had given his family a place to stay, which was considered a blessing.

A slender figure resembling a wildcat familiarly got on his ride. He lowered his eyebrows as the pain in his hips slowly increased. Although several days had passed, he was still as tormented as before.

Whoosh!

The large animal spread its wings and flapped its tail, accelerating over the water until he could hear the splash of formed clear waves.

That speed was enough to make him disappear out of the sight of who was watching.

"I didn't reach him in time."

"...I warned you, Tonowari," Ronal said softly before walking away, leaving the Olo'eyktan standing there. His ears formed a half-moon the color of the sea. Tonowari's weakness had decreased slightly at a time when no one noticed.

Jake made his Tsurak slow down when he couldn't stand the pain in his hips anymore. He jumped off its back and released it, letting the Pandoran flying fish to return to the tribe. Honestly, he didn't go there to train at all; he just wanted to find a quiet place for his body to recover. He hadn't told anyone about the pain in his lower half, not even Neytiri.

The former Toruk Makto waded through the beach. Out of the corner of his weary eyes, he saw something familiar not far away. At the end of the day, his curiosity was far too great. Therefore, Jake chose to go and take a look to clear up his doubts.

Military gear...? With empty compartments.

Definitely not his. So... it dispersed and got stuck on this island?

A dark shadow quickly approached him from behind the moment Jake let his guard down. By the time he realized that he wasn't alone, it was too late.

Crash!

A thick log was slammed against the back of his neck. His blurry amber eyes were only able to see a tall figure standing covered by the darkness, unable to tell who it was.

However, the last thing he saw before he passed out was a pair of combat boots walking to a stop in front of him.

"The fact that I met you here means that I'm on the right path. Even if it was a shitty journey."

Long ears moved slightly after hearing a soft crackling sound of tree branches colliding with smoldering flames while the Recom's leader burned the flesh of a stupid alien fish that he had gone to catch for himself in the afternoon.

Golder eyes like those of a night predator gazed at Jake's still face. Sully, a trashy ex-marine who chose to betray his own race and get off with that crazy woman.

If his belly, which seemed fatter than before, didn't heave with regular breathing, he would probably think he was dead.

Quaritch let out a small laugh at the thought. He really wanted to kill him right then and there. But, if he rushed in too much, it'd ruin the fun. It may not be as satisfying as murdering him in front of his family, but he could do with this too.

So, he waited.

Anxiously expecting to see his reaction.

"Mhm..."

His bright golden eyes slowly opened as he felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck. It took some time before the black pupils' focus was fixed, but the first thing he saw... was a smile.

His bound arms made Jake panic. He struggled so hard that he could hear the laughter of the half-Na'vi he had escaped from many months ago.

"Quaritch!"

"Finally awake. What's up, corporal?" A pair of sharp fangs were bared close to his face, smiling mockingly.

Jake bared his teeth at him unrelentingly. He cursed that bastard in the language of the Na'vi people without realizing that the listener himself didn't understand much. Nevertheless, there was one word he could recognize from Spider's lessons some time ago.

"Skxawng!"

"You wake up and that's the first thing that comes out of your mouth. I ain't having none of that, though. Are you gonna quiet down, or do you want me to find something to sew your mouth shut with?"

Of course, that wasn't just a threat. With the rank of Colonel and such a lowly personality, Quaritch could definitely do it. Jake gritted his teeth angrily. He wasn't afraid, but right now he was at a disadvantage. He had no other choice.

"Great, it seems now we can have a civilized conversation," the Quaritch clone smiled triumphantly before leaning against a log with his eyes still on Jake. He was still struggling hard, hoping the rope would loosen. If only it could come off a little...

"Don't even think about getting up and running away, Jake. I throw knives more accurately than you think... Sometimes I can put them right through the head, leaving a hole in the center. And that was before you met me."

Jake immediately dismissed the idea of running away. He sat still, resigned. His long, slender tail slapped the ground like a displeased cat.

"You really couldn't stay in hell."

"I returned from the dead to come to you like this. You should be happy to be reunited with your old enemy."

"Hah..."

His pretty face turned away; he really didn't want to talk to the other person. He could only wait for someone to show up, find him and help him go back. The sooner the better. Because they might have a chance to get rid of that bastard before he brought an entire army there.

"You're making such a frowny face, like an angry kitty."

A large hand grabbed a tight hold of his thin tail, and a hoarse hiss Quaritch had never heard was his response. Bright yellow eyes examined the tip of the tail that was stubbornly pulling away and refusing to be touched before turning to lift his own and take a look.

"We're not so different. But there is a big age difference between you and me in these blue bodies."

The old Quaritch had been older than Jake, but now things were different.

A devilish smile spread wide before he pulled the slimmer body to lie down beneath him. Jake's eyes widened in shock. He was about to lift his legs and kick him away, but they were easily caught by a pair of hands.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Jake screamed loudly as his entire body was unexpectedly crushed by the recom's weight.

"Reviving old memories seemed too boring. How about we try something new?"

Those words made Jake's ears droop in instinctive fear. The more those rough hands caressed his legs and abdomen, the more frightened he felt.

Was that bastard for real?

"Sully... when we first met after my death, I thought I oughta go and say hello. But that bitch of a woman, she gets on my nerves. I couldn't find the chance to talk to you." Curly lips spoke and kissed all over his sensitive neck. Quaritch ran his nose along the delicate skin until the slender man clenched his teeth tightly.

"Stop it...!"

"Your belly is so soft. I wonder if Mrs. Sully has been taking good care of you."

His hands playfully rubbed the smooth region. The big Na'vi grabbed and spread his legs wide before inserting himself in that space, refusing to let him move away from him.

"Quaritch!"

"..."

Jake's semi-naked body was originally considered attractive, but that situation with the man trembling beneath him made him more appealing to the eye.

Eyes of the same color looked at each other for just a moment. One of them was shaken and scared. The other remained silent.

Actually, his first thought had been to tease that treacherous scum and then leave him tied up in the middle of the water. But it seemed like just for a moment, for a split second, he looked into those clear eyes and he couldn't pull himself out again.

"Are your eyes this beautiful? Or is it normal that I'm being too biased towards you?" A deep and hoarse voice spoke out like he was rambling.

"...!"

The tip of a large finger caressed from his neck to his narrow waist, applying pressure until the ex-marine whimpered into his throat like a little kitten.

At that moment, everything was stimulating Jake like crazy. The tip of the slender tail flickered around as he tried to resist as much as he could, but that action was like turning on the hunter's instincts in him.

A year had not even passed since his body's awakening. It was like a baby being born and suddenly turning 20 years old. Because of that, Quaritch still couldn't control himself when being turned on... until he finally snapped. The soldier ripped off those little pieces of clothing and discarded them indifferently.

A large hand turned his helpless body so he was lying on his stomach, arching his hips towards him like a whore.

The strange sensations Jake Sully was experiencing made him reminisce on what would be his biggest fear. Like the first time by the clear stream that night-

To be forced into violent love by a beast that he could not resist-

Sharp fangs bit Quaritch's hand, leaving a deep wound. Drops of blood flowed down the dark-blue skin and dripped onto the grass, staining the greenery into a bright red. Looking into those sparkling golden eyes... he forgot all the hate from before.

The soldier pounded into his plump body with all his might until the flat stomach formed a prominent bulge. One free hand grabbed hold of a thin leg and raised it upright, making a sticky sound alternate with Jake's loud, inarticulate moans. His face was stained with tears, and it was those tears that were dragging the viewer deeper into raw, uncontrollable instincts.

Even more so in their animal-like form. Neither he nor Jake were able to control themselves for long after they began 'mating'.

Yes... mating.

No one would refer to a forceful act without reason as a sane person's sexual intercourse. Furthermore, they were in a doggy position that looked no different from the sexual one of a wild animal.

Jake felt like he was losing consciousness as the emotions hit his body non-stop. Meanwhile, Quaritch's instincts took over his mind and body. He became more demanding and there didn't seem to be an end to it.

As he opened his mouth completely, he exhaled loudly, moaning like a cat in rut. "Ah! Ah!" The end of his long tail twitched in excitement, unconsciously wrapping itself around his thick waist.

Slap!

Quaritch thrusted his member in so hard that the blue cat screamed sweetly. The tip of his tongue was wet with saliva, and he licked the beautiful striped tail until it was soaked. He clenched his teeth when he felt the warm walls enveloping his cock.

"Hard- Nnnf! Umh!"

A rough hand slapped his butt cheek, squeezing and squeezing until the soft flesh began to change color before pulling his body upwards, causing his enemy to show him his unfocused eyes. He raised his head and grunted loudly.

"Open your mouth." The order was said with a heated expression. Jake obeyed the other party without hesitation, responding to a hot kiss. It felt like fire was burning his body to pieces.

Suck, bite, pinch.

They exchanged sweet flavors in their mouths before he pulled out his fangs for them to land on a smooth, turquoise neck. Quaritch's lower body continued to pound hard until the smaller body swung swayed forward.

His legs trembled as if they were about to collapse, but they didn't. Finally, a pair of large hands grabbed hold of him and forcefully laid him down. The former Toruk Makto moaned until his throat began to hurt. The more his sensitive areas were bullied, the more he felt he was being dragged to his death.

The taller figure raised his head and groaned while feeling a million butterflies fluttering in his stomach. Quaritch snatched the other man's hair and pulled hard until Jake arched his back.

"So big... A-ah!"

The heavy sound of flesh hitting each other was a strong indication that the other party was increasing his speed. The reef, previously forest, Na'vi opened his mouth again, but he couldn't scream anymore. His lovely eyes were mized with water droplets that soaked all over his face. The core of his body, the size of a hand, became filled with liquid due to the sensations he was feeling. It was too much to stop right now.

A thought flashed through his head fleetingly. Quaritch picked up Jake's tswin in the blink of an eye. Wasting no time...

Before harmonizing and connecting their minds together-

"No! Agh! Ahh! Quaritch... Stop!"

The lust surged as they both felt each other's feelings. A loud beast's roar was heard before a slim body that was no different from that of a lustful female animal was embraced harshly. Jake bit his lip, his black pupils widening... Thin hands pecked and fell to the grass, ripping it to find some kind of grounding. Emotions emerged in his body as if a dam had broken.

He couldn't-

He couldn't stand it.

He couldn't take it anymore!

Jake finished and finished again until he was almost out of energy. Those sweet, connected eyes stared blankly at the scene in front of him, completely without the awareness he should have.

Quaritch didn't know how long he spent degrading that body... However, it was probably long enough to see Jake pass out. After three more rounds.

But he still didn't stop.

And there was no way he would until he was satisfied.

Jake woke up in a familiar place. The first thing he saw was Neytiri's face; the big round eyes that he fell in love with were sprinkled with tears. She rushed to hug him... Using a small, four-fingered hand, she caressed his hair with longing. Thin, chubby lips pressed a kiss to her husband's temple while she poured out words of joy and congratulations on being able to open his eyes after staying unconscious for nearly a week.

Her once powerful voice suddenly trembled. "Oh, Ma'Jake... I thought you would never wake up."

They both hugged each other and kissed so fiercely that many people watching didn't dare come in and interrupt.

"Dad, it's good to see you awake."

"It's a pity that guy escaped. Using the Ikran to fly and search for him is too risky."

"Did you just come up with that idea, Lo'ak? I thought you were a skxawng."

The middle son turned and barked at Aonung in annoyance.

"Jake... your body is very injured. If it hurts anywhere, tell the Tsahìk."

The Olo'eyktan knelt in front of his bruised body. There was a bit of resentment in his sapphire eyes, but Tonowari kept it well hidden.

"..."

Tender hands held his abdomen. The first thing he noticed that hurt the most was probably his stomach. Having been treated like that, it wasn't pierced, which could be considered good luck.

"You are in my way. Get out," the Tsahìk spoke up harshly when she realized that the injured man seemed to want some privacy. Neytiri wanted to argue, but she gave in only when she got a pleading look from her lover. In the end, she took their children and exited the marui.

"Take care of him."

"I know my duties well, Tonowari."

The curtain was completely closed. She slowly lowered herself to Jake's side. Looking at his tortured face, she felt sorry for him.

"My stomach... feels like it's about to tear."

"I know. Your hips may not be able to move easily for a while."

His long ears drooped when he heard that. Ronal gently ran her hand over his soft hair before placing the crushed medicine in his hand.

"Eat it and then get some rest."

"It hurts..."

"You are a warrior. Do not cry," she said in a fierce voice when she raised her eyes to see water droplets falling from the corners of his beautiful eyes. Jake pursed his lips; he had accidentally cried in front of the Tsahìk of the Metkayina tribe.

"I'm sorry..."

"Never mind. Right now, your heart is too weak to be criticized. Hurry up and get better quickly. Sky people might come back again."

The indigo cat nodded before forcing himself to swallow the bitter medicine right away.

From then on, he never went anywhere alone again... He would stay with Neytiri.

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Vocabulary list: Olo'eyktan (clan leader), Tsahìk (head shaman, high priest, interpreter), marui (pods built in the giant mangrove-like trees alongside the shores and are protected from crashing waves by giant reef barriers), Toruk Makto (great leonopteryx/last shadow rider), tsurak (Skimwing), skxawng (moron, idiot), ikran (Mountain banshee), tswin (braid, queue)