It all happened too fast and too sudden. Like a flash that came and went within seconds, leaving you to just stand and watch as it passed right infront of your eyes, being unable to react accordingly and how you’ve could’ve— how you should’ve.

You were one of the few that got the privilege of being close to her, of being what she called ‚a slave for her pleasure‘ or more if a concubine if you had to find the right title for it.

You were hers. Fully. Completely. Claimed and marked in a way that went beyond anything else. Mated would be the correct term to describe the relationship you’ve had with her.

Seeing that sky demon come in, woo her over with some weapons and watch her practically gleam with arousal sent you into a fit of jealousy. Even more so when she ignored your presence an led him into her yurt, disappearing for hours just to come back with that look on her face that you knew all too well. And how she reeked of him. Of that demon.

The bastard was smug about it. A hypocrite. He ran around like he owned the place. Like he owned the people. Holding Varangs hand, parading her around and getting to be im the spot that was rightfully yours before he came and took it.

She barely even glanced at you anymore. The only times she seemed to be seeking you out was when he wasn’t around. Only then would she lead you into her yurt. Using you to pleasure herself while she still reeked of another na‘vi— a demon at that.

And now? While she laid on a pile of furs in her yurt, skin slick with sweat as you got let in after she called for you— right after quaritch left.

„I can feel you growing weak“