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Miles was fresh out of the shower, just a very oversized towel hanging around his slender hips. You were lounging on his large bed, the air warm, soft with the sound of late night humming tech.
You watched a few stray drops of water run down his sculpted chest, biting your lip in thought. Who allowed him to be build like this? The scientists back on earth really did wonders with his recom avatar. You'd have to thank them one day.
The longer you watched him, the more you thought about the recent idea that had popped in your head as you watched him and the other recoms train outside a few days ago. You needed, CRAVED to see him arch his back while you fucked his ass, his ears glowing bright pink and trembling while the Colonel broke apart underneath you, someone just half his size. It made you shiver with anticipation!
Your eyes continoued to rake over his blue body, and you couldn't help but sit up on the bed to ask then, without shame "Hey, Miles...have you ever heard of pegging?"
He froze mid step and you could see his adams apple bop heavily, his ears flicking back. He tightened the grip around the rim of the towel, where his hand would usually rest on his gear, not even turning fully around to face you. Trying to sound nonchalant, he said "...nope" poppig the p.
You cocked your head to the side, mocking him "Oh really? Then why'd you pause like that?" you smirked, leaning back on your arms. His tail swished under the towel in irritation. You knew he hated how his body betrayed him so easily now. He couldn't hide anything anymore, every emotion laid out before you by his twitching ears and flicking tail.
"Didn't." He grunted out with a frown, brushing a hand over his damp, cropped hair. Your smirk only grew wider at his short response. "You totally did" you taunted him, hopping off his large bed to step closer to him, your voice dropping low, teasing and sultry, despite having to look up at him "You sure you don't know what it is?"
Miles scoffed, brushing past you to his wardrobe to get dressed, his tail purposefully slapping your face in the process. And despite his protests, you saw something move under the towel. "Yeah. Sure." he muttered gruffly, pulling a tank out of a drawer and pulling it over his head.
You raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms. "Well...I want to try it. With you."
He spun around to face you in just under a second, his ears flattened out, nose scrunched in horror "Absolutely not!" He growled, acting all defensive and...embarrassed. That was the answer you were looking for and your smirk turned fully evil.
"So you do know what pegging is!"
He opened his mouth, but closed it soon after he realized he had been caught. His ears twitched in irritation, anger and embarrassement, his tail flicking like crazy. He was too flustered for his own good and you were cheering internally. Everyone shat their pants at Hell's Gate if they just had to look Quaritch in the eyes and he didn't do much to hide if he was getting bored with a conversation. So his flustered state really, REALLY fed your ego.
You stepped in closer, your chin resting on his hip bone, softly nuzzling the velvety skin there. He looked down at you like you just ruined him and his reputation for good and hated how smug you looked about it.
"You've thought about it, haven't you?" you whispered, your breath tickling his v-line. "Getting taken apart by someone half your size? Letting go of control for once?" you ran a hand down his abs, watching as he shuddered and drew in a sharp breath, looking away from you.
He was fighting hard with himself, you could see it. But his patience and restraint were running thinner and thinner by the second "Just imagine it, Miles" you purred, biting your lip, two fingers hooking under the towel around his hips that did nothing to hide how aroused he was "You, on all fours. Me, behind you, fucking that cute ass until you cum"
He was hard. So fucking hard. And his face? A bright purple blush stretched all the way to the tip of his ears. He was gnawing at his bottom lip, fangs glistening in the low light of the room while he swallowed thickly. That was the most consent you would get from him right now and it was enough.
It all started with a kiss that let every bit of doubt fall away. You wrapped a hand around his long braid, pulling at it to make him drop down to his knees, which was surprisingly easier than you thought, before standing on your tip-toes and joining your lips together. It was desperate and needy, as if Miles had secretly waited his whole life for you to finally suggest this.
Reluctantly, he let you pull away so you could get the strap out of the closet and put it around your hips as if you had done it a thousand times before. Well, he remembered that, back when he was still a human Colonel, you told him about the experiences you had with some women on earth before you came to pandora. But how you were able to pull out a strap and toy from HIS room was still a mystery to him. But he was way too horny to care anyway.
You climbed onto his large bed and stood at the edge of it, while he was kneeling before you. Yes, it was a bit awkward like this, but it was the only way to have the silicon cock properly near his mouth so he didn't have to bend his back too much. Despite his new avatar body being about 20 years old physically, he still complained about his joints as if he was 50.
Trying not to let the awkward position ruin the mood, you bendt down slightly to scratch his ears, your fingers rubbing the sensitive base to which he shivered in delight.
Miles' eyes were half lidded, but his pupils blown wide like a dinnerplate as he stared up at you longingly. Your fingers playing with his sensitive ears slipped up the side of his head to fist his hair in a tight grip that earned you a low groan. "Suck it. And mind those teeth, baby" you purred teasingly, your thumb invading his mouth.
He sucked gently on the digit with a flustered hum, then he opened his mouth wider, his teeth flashing back at you. The pad of your thumb rubbed his sandpaper-like tounge, his mouth opening wider the further down you went, so you were able to guide the tip of the silicon cock to his lips, lightly smacking it against his tounge. It made him whimper, a sound you didn't know he could make.
He was still reluctant to take it in his mouth, so when you tugged on his hair, gentle but firm, he looked up at you as if he was still unsure, before finally closing his mouth around the head. He was acting shy with it at first, slowly moving his head, not taking it deeper than a few short inches and popping off the girth to kiss down the shaft instead.
You knew he could do better, that he was more experienced than he let on. You think it was all platonic when he was stationed with his marine team mates back on earth? Yeah, think again.
"Come on, baby. If you want to get fucked, you gotta earn it. Show me what a good boy my colonel can be, alright?" you cooed, your hand soothingly rubbing his jaw as a form of encouragement. The little pet name seemed to do the trick instantly.
His eyes glazed over, his mouth opening wider to slowly ease the toy down gis throat. He was humming softly, his ears trembling so cutely while tears were dwelling in his eyes from how deep he took it. "There he is" you cheered, admiring how his long lashes fluttered against his cheeks.
Though after a few moments, you pulled him off completely, an obsence pop sounding before he gasped slightly, a string of saliva connecting his parted lips to the toy. His piercing golden eyes looked up at you as if he was scared he had done something wrong, but instead you just rubbed the tip over his right cheek, dragging it along his plush lips and dipping it back into his mouth, just a few inches, then smearing the spit soaked length against his left cheek. He moaned in surpise, but so turned on by what you were doing.
He kissed down the shaft, holding eyecontact with you without blinking, almost as if he was in search of your approval. You breathed out a low 'fuck' as you looked down at the face he made, and for a minute you wondered just how fucking hot he would look with a load of cum dripping over it. The thought made you exhale shakingly, oh how you wished you could do that to him.
His tongue dragged slowly up the length, curling around the head before softly dipping it into his mouth, his striped cheeks hollowing out. His flat nose, made to hold many kisses on its bridge, crinkled as he took a deep breath to prepare himself to let the toy ease down his throat. His ears were practically glued to his head and softly trembling like a kitten that was nursing milk from a bottle. His pink nose brushed your pelvis as he swallowed the length all the way down to the base. Miles' eyelids fluttered softly and helplessly, his eyes teary and glazed over while looking up at you, waiting for your praise.
When you asked him if you could peg him, not even in a thousand years you would have imagined this outcome. If someone told you now, in your horny haze, that you were actually poisoned by some pandorian flower and experiencing bad hallucinations before ultimately dying, you would have believed them. And you wouldn't have wanted to change a thing about it, you'd die any day if this was the last thing you saw- the Colonel choking on your cock like a slut.
"You look so pretty like this" you cooed, your hand reaching down to cradle his face, to which his tensed facial muscles relaxed and he let out a cute little breath through his nose. "Such a good Colonel for me" your whispers made his spine tingle and eager moans rumbled in his chest like a motor. You felt the vibration of the sounds through the base of your harness. It made you grab the back of your head to pull him closer. He choked slightly, but didn't stop his suckling. He wanted to be good for you like you said, so good for you.
His hands came up to grip your thighs to ground himself, squeezing the fat and flesh between his long fingers while he was rutting the air unconsciously, desperate to get some much needed friction on his throbbing cock, which was already poking out and leaking from underneath the flimsy towel.
He was so fucking pathetic, you loved it. And he loved it too, though he would never say that. If any of this was ever made public, he would kill you himself. He had a reputation to uphold, he couldn't let his team know he was a whore for cock, artificial or not.
These thoughts crossed his mind for a moment. What would happen if Lyle walked in here right now? He knew the door was locked, that Lyles quarters were on the other side of the station and that he would never enter without permission, hell the whole base was probably asleep by now! So why was he so scared? Scared wasn't even a word someone would usually describe him with- or ever.
You quickly noticed his sudden hesitation and grabbed his face in both hands, making him look up at you. "Look at you. Sucking my cock like a desperate little bitch. You're a Colonel, you've got authority, but you just want to be used" a whimper slipped from his throat the moment a tear ran down his cheek as he processed your words. So beautiful.
You couldn't help it, you just had to rock your hips once, just enough to hear him gag around the toy. He moaned again, even louder and more pathetic this time, his cock giving a sad throb, a clear drop of pre-cum sliding down his shaft.
You pulled him off by the base of his braid with a loud, wet pop and he grabbed his throat, coughing wildly and gasping for air. Miles' chest was heaving for air while watching you stroke the silicon cock that was lubed with his spit, his ears straightening up to listen to the slick sounds.
You cocked your head to the bed you were kneeling on. "Get on, big boy. All fours"
You had never seen anyone scramble to their feet so quickly, especially not someone his size. In his urgency, the towel fell away, revealing his hard cock and fuckable butt. Damn if it ain't Mr. Bubble Butt over there, throwing himself on the bed in the speed of light. And as if this position was second nature to him, he spread his knees far apart, his chest touching the matress and lifted up his tail to reveal his puckered hole to you.
All this while his cock was leaking and throbbing between his massive thighs. Fuck. Fucking hell. Did you die? Was this fucking heaven? Jesus Christ.
"God damn you...fuck, I don't even know" you groaned at the sight, his ears pinned to his head, brows knitted together in an adorable horny frown. You were utterly speechless. Eywa might as well just blessed the fuck out of you.
Not trying to make him wait any longer, you crawled towards him, running a hand up the back of his thigh and grasping a handful of his ass, making him yelp softly. You gave it a smack, admiring the way the blue flesh jiggled and earning you a nasty glare from your Colonel. But his cock was twitching and dripping like crazy, so you knew he secretly loved it. "I didn't know our Colonel was this desperate to get laid. We just had sex yesterday" you mocked him with a hearty grin and a giggle, wrapping your hand around his tail and feeling the muscles twitch underneath the skin.
"Fuck you" he growled in the back of his throat, his eyes sharp with irritation. "Fuck you? Oh I will fuck you, alright" you retorted. Any other time he would have bend you over his knee for that, for being so disrespectful and sarcastic to your boss. But right now, he wasn't your boss. He was your needy little thing that begged to be filled. And you were gonna give it to him before he could tap out on you.
While Quaritch could easily snap you in half like a twig, or throw you off, he allowed your hands to roam over his bare body, worshipping his strength and smooth skin. His skin was like velvet under your fingertips, the only texture being the goosebumps your touch left in its wake and the sweat that clung to him. You had touched and studied him a thousand times before, you could easily identify him solely on the pattern his stripes created. You knew him inside and out, but you would never grow tired of it. Of admiring, worshipping, kissing and licking every inch of him. But someone else got fed up quite quickly.
You leaned over him, lips brushing his neck "Hurry up or we're not doing this" he warned you, his voice shaking slightly. You chuckled, a sound that made the hairs on Quaritchs neck stand up. "Patience is a virtue, Colonel. You gotta respect that fact every second of every day" you chuckled, using his words against him to see his ears pin to his skull.
Then, you held your hand out, positioning it in front of his mouth. He furrowed his brows in confusion, his frown getting even deeper as he watched you smirk. "Spit" you said, and he snarled in disgust. A snort left you "A minute ago you were sucking me off like a whore, but this is where you draw the line?" you taunted him with a raised eyebrow.
Miles opened his mouth to protest, but quickly closed it again after he realised he could play hard to get all he wanted, but you wouldn’t give up either. With a flustered grunt, he spat into your hands. That earned him a smile "Good boy" you cooed, making his tail wag softly.
You pulled back to settle behind him, your hand that wasn't covered in spit spreading his ass cheeks. He huffed out, turning his head into the pillow. He was so...bare. And vulnerable. It felt wrong and uncomfortable, but damn, he didn't have it in him to stop you.
You rubbed his spit between your fingers, bringing your pointer and middle finger to his puckered hole, circling the makeshift lube around the rim. He tensed up immediately. "Fuck" he muttered "This is so fuckin' embarrassing."
You gave his lower back a gentle pat to get him to relax. "Just trust me, baby. I'm gonna make you feel so good you'll forget your own name, let alone how embarrassing you think this is" you reassured him, or at least tried to. He groaned like he hated how much that thought turned him on.
"Now open up, I'll be nice and gentle" you prepped him slowly, keeping in mind that his avatar most likely never had anything up his ass. At least his tightness let you think that. But you managed to slip in the first finger to your last knuckle, wriggling it around his soft walls. Miles whimpered above you "feels...weird" he said, clearing his throat as if your touch wasn't affecting him in the slightest.
He tensed up as you added another two fingers, his breathing turning a little shallow with every thrust of your fingers. "How do you feel?" you asked him, moving your fingers as if you were in search of something.
And for a second, you wondered if Na'vi and Avatar even had prostates. But before he could answer your question, the pads of your fingers passed over a soft lump, that special spot you were determined to find, and he gasped and keened, hips bucking while his cock twitched helplessly beneath him.
It was like a lighting bolt struck his body when you touched his sweet spot "What the f-fuck.." he rasped, trying to look over his shoulder as if he could see what you just did that felt this good. "Ah, there it is!" You cheered, aiming at his prostate again. It was pretty far inside, with his size and all. "Where is what- oh! fuck!" he was cut off by a screamed moan, your fingers rubbing his prostate with more purpose now.
His mouth stayed open in a silent groan while you circled the nub in slow but firm motions. His body was drawn tight like a spring ready to snap. The pleasure was so new and nothing he ever felt, he wanted more but he couldn't move, only fist the sheets and bite into the pillow to leave holes.
Miles tail curled around your wrist, squeezing you with every thrust just like his puckered hole did around your fingers. You watched his sexed out face with a satisfied grin and a giddy feeling rose in your chest. Just how fucked out would he look if he came on your strap?
He already seemed so close to cumming, subtily pressing his ass back against your hand, his cock drooling non stop over the sheets and so did he, his salaiva soaking the pillow case.
He looked divine, his moans and whines music to your ears. "Someone is enjoying himself, huh?" you purred, applying just a bit more pressure. It had him babble out a cute, dumb "uh-huh" and made his cock throb heavily against his stomach.
When you deemed his hole to be wet and loose enough, you pulled your fingers out. Quaritchs ears shot up in horror- how could you just stop!? He started to regain his senses just enough to lift his head and wriggle his ass back to chase your fingers "Fuckin'...don't stop now" he panted, the words ending with a low little whine. He had already lost his dignity, so he didn't care how needy he sounded or how much you would tease him for it. He just wanted to cum.
You giggled at his eagerness and straightened up on your knees "Relax, big guy. I'm on it" you mocked, blowing him a rasberry to which he could only respond with a frustrated huff and settled back into the bed.
You lined your strap up with his hole "Trust me, this is gonna feel so much better than my hands. Pinky promise" and with that, you pushed the tip past the tight ring of muscle.
His whole body arched at the intrusion, a sound ripping from his chest, loud and unfiltered as you pushed forward. His nose was crinkled in a deep snarl, almost as if he was in pain, fangs buried in his bottom lip until it bled.
"F-fuck, fuck! it's big-" Miles gasped, the stretch making his body lift off the matress slightly, only to realise his arms felt like jelly and couldn't hold him up. "Bigger than you" you confirmed with a nod, thrusting forward an inch, a hiccup sounding from the recom below you.
Just a few more inches and you were nestled inside all the way. His thighs were trembling and you soothingly rubbed a hand over them, squeezing the strong flesh softly. His eyes were screwed shut tightly as he tried to adapt to the stretch in his gut, his ears pinned back, breaths deep and controlled. You smiled warmly "Now you know what it feels like. Its pretty similar when you dick me down, so its only fair."
You leaned in and murmured "Now we're even" before deciding he had enough time to adjust, much like he did when you two had 'ordinary' sex, and pulled out to thrust back in.
You went to set a brutal pace, grasping his slim hips to pull him against your cock with every harsh thrust you delivered. His moan was straight out of a porn video while he couldn't control the way his hips were rocking back to meet you "Shit- shit- oh fuck, don't stop, please-" Miles cried out to you, grasping the headboard tightly you were sure if it was wood, he would have crushed it under his palm.
The sound of wet skin slapping against each other echoed through the room, in sync with his adorable little squeaks. He sounded like a baby viperwolf while he got fucked, he wasn't able to hold back a moan even if he wanted to.
He tried to bite into his hand to muffle some sounds, knowing after this he wouldn’t be in the mood to get a noise complaint from the room next to yours. But you wouldn’t have that.
You reached around, grabbed his braid, wrapped it once around your palm before pulling, his head jerking back with a yelp. "Don't you dare hold your sweet moans back." you barked, your answer being a pained groan from Miles. "Don't act like you don't want others to hear just how good you're getting fucked. Do you think they'd be jealous?"
He didn't respond to you, even after a few seconds, he just couldn't find a way to speak with how hard you were pounding his ass. You pulled his braid harder and slapped his ass with the hand that was gripping hips. His cock throbbed eagerly at the painful sting "Answer me, Colonel" you growled. "Would. They. Be. Jealous?" you asked again, thrusting especially deep with every word.
His back arched, his chest pressed flat on the matress "Yyyes, yes, yesyesyesyeas-" he babbled, turning more and more incoherent the further you impaled him on your strap.
"That's it, such a good boy. Can't even speak properly. Feels too good, doesn’t it?" you cooed and he nearly sobbed, nodding slightly despite the tight hold you had on his hair.
Thats when you hit it again. His sweet, sweet spot. But this time, it took out his legs and he screamed "Oh god fuck! Fuck right there!" he howled, his body limp on the bed. You even had to let go of his braid so you could use both hands to guide his hips back onto your dick. You grinned wolfishly "Fuck you're so hot like this, baby. Wanna keep you like this forever"
A deep pressure formed in his abdomen every time you brushed over his prostate. He felt like he was about to explode, it was so much, so overwhelming, but he feared he'd die if you stopped now. "I-I..I think- m'cumming" he rasped out, his breathing starting to pick up as he braced himself.
His cock was pulsing, purple and swollen at the tip, getting ready to cum all over the sheets. Just a little more, just a bit more and-
You stopped.
Didn't pull out, just stopped.
The feeling started to fade almost instantly. He sat up on his hands, pleadingly looking over his shoulder with the biggest, watery puppy dog eyes you had ever seen. "Fuck, don’t do this to me, I was so close" Quaritch whined, rocking his hips on your cock again, his own edged dick smearing precum over his stomach.
You bit your lip, you could just cum at the sight. "I know, thats why I want you on your back. I want to see that beautiful face when I make you cum" you panted, feeling a slight burn in your thighs now that you weren't moving.
In a second, he was on his back, trembling, spreading his legs for you. His cock stood proudly, the tip angrily throbbing over his belly button. He was averting your gaze, a part of him still being rational enough to be embarrassed.
But you softly put your hand on his cheek, wiping the stray tears that managed to escape his eyes without him noticing. "Watch" you said, guiding his gaze downward to were you slowly pushing the tip of the strap into him again. He groaned softly at the sight, finally feeling full again after you had pulled out of him moments ago. To him, it felt like hours of being empty and denied.
When he took you to the base, he threw his head back. You stared. Stared at his stomach. You knew he was slim, but you could literally see a small bulge forming on his abdomen. You groaned, cursing under your breath and going back to thrusting into him at a fast pace, but not without pressing onto the bulge in his tummy for a while to feel yourself moving within him.
Miles easily fell back into the pleasureable rhythm of being fucked, the change in position hitting even more spots inside him that made him see stars.
Without even having to say anything, he lifted his legs up so his knees where near his face, giving you the room to fuck him even deeper mating press style. Every time you fucked into him, his tight ass squelched around the strap. If Eywa would grant you one wish, you'd wish to have a cock so you could actually feel him squeezing you, how tight and warm he was. And the best- you could cum in him. The thought and desire drove you to pound him even harder, putting everything you had into your thrusts.
With the way his cock was moving with every harsh thrust, you couldn't just not touch it. You wrapped your hand around it, jerking him off in the same rhythm as your movements. He growled deeply, his dick pulsing in your grasp and his thighs trembling around your face.
Thats when you noticed his braid over his shoulder, the tendrils at the end pulsing in time with his rapid heartbeat. Without a second thought, you took his queue, looked him dead in the eyes, watched his pupils dialate as he registered what you were about to do and then let the tendrils wrap around your tounge.
He yelled. Straight up screamed with his chest. You sucked on his kuru, your wet tounge wriggling and swirling around it. He felt it in his head, in his whole body, the tingles and shocks your touch brought.
"Sweet Eywa- I- I can't-" he sobbed, his head tipping back before he couldn't hold it anymore. The abuse on his sweet spot, your hand stroking his cock at just the right pace, your tounge scrambling his brain- all of it made him lose his composure entirely.
The deep knot in his stomach snapped at last, cum shooting out his cock like a geyser. His vision went white and for a moment, he swore he was floating in Eywas realm, not caring that he didn't even believe in that stuff.
Ropes after ropes of thick cum painted his abs, his chest, even his throat and your face. He howled through his orgasm after his face had been locked up in the most pleasureable, eye-crossing expression you had ever seen, desperate sounds ripping from his throat.
His whole body was trembling and thrashing, the jerky movements nearly making you fall off the bed. You fucked him slowly through his climax, gently pulling out as you noticed his face scrunching up in discomfort.
Quaritch looked a mess. Covered in his own cum, his short hair sticking to his forhead because of how much he had been sweating, his braid tousled and coming undone at the end. He panted undern you, desperately trying to catch his breath.
You rubbed a hand over his trembling thighs, cooing to him. "You did so good for me. We gotta do that more often" you smiled and crawled up to him to kiss his lips. He barely had the strength to kiss you back.
When you pulled away, he grunted in agreement, a satisfied but tired smirk on his face. "Not bad for a civilian" he teased. Ah, back he was to being himself again. You almost missed the whiney man he was just moments ago.
You laughed, swatting his cum covered chest playfully. "I'll show you not bad" you giggled, climbing on top of him once more. "Let's go another round, shall we?"