Dancing In Pandora | Miles Quaritch x OC

Chapter 11

Quaritch worshipped her breasts, his hips, bare from any clothe, grinded onto her own. She was wet, drenched, her nether lips spread apart by his grinding member. She kept mewling, shivering in pleasure and craving. She wanted this man to spear through her. For him to be without care and to just use her body for his own. She grabbed his hair, she pulled him away from her breast and to her lips, there was a struggle though, as his teeth clenched onto her nipple. But that made the electricity jolt through her, she saw white, not realizing she was screaming and moaning into his lips. When she had calmed, she realized this man had given her an orgasm with just his lips and teeth. She wondered what kind of pleasure he would give her with his cock. She shivered in excitement. 

She parted slightly from his lips, whimpering, "take me now, fuck me, please." Viktoria never had to beg for anything, not from anyone, not even Roman, yet she begged for this man to fuck her.

Who would've thought Earth's Princess would beg for anything in her life? But to have this man inside her, that's all she needed right now, she didn't want anything else except him, plunging into her carelessly. Quaritch knew what she wanted, and he worried she wasn't prepared enough, but he had his own needs too, and besides, who would dare deny her needs? She's fucking begging for my cock. 

Without any need to be told, he aimed his member to her entrance, looking deep into her eyes as he cover her mouth with his hand, spearing through her wanton flesh. He watched her eyes roll back as a screamed muffled his hand, her teeth biting his hand as her hands gripped his forearms, nails scratching him deeply. He couldn't help the feral growl that erupted from within his chest, her flesh clenched so tightly around him he almost exploded right then and there. He stilled, trying to calm down before thrusting, allowing her to adjust to his large girth. He felt her loosen, clenching around him, but not as tightly as before where it felt like her flesh was choking his own. He knew it was time when she started grinding her hip, making him groan so deeply in pleasure, she wouldn't stop moving. This damn woman... taking your own pleasure from me...

He pulled away enough so that only the head of his cock was inside her, making her whimper in the emptiness of her drenched canal, before he thrusted into her in one deep stroke, his head pushing at the entrance of her womb. She was going to go crazy. He put his hands around her neck, choking her slightly as he started thrusting deeply into her, each thrust kissing her cervix, deep and steady.

They were greedy for each other. The pleasure overpowered any and all rational thoughts, Viktoria bucked her hips, desperate for careless friction. His hands around her throat tightened, making her let out a choked moan. She loved it. She loved his hands, his cock, his chest, his toughness. She wanted more. She needed more. 

"Please, fuck me, please!" She was whimpering, the begging slipped through her lips so easily as if it was normal for her to beg. 

"I am fucking you. Now shut up and be good, be a good little whore and I just. Might. Give. You. What. You. Want." Each word was a thrust deeper, a thrust faster. 

She couldn't control it. She orgasmed uncontrollably. Her vagina clenched so tightly around him that he choked in pleasure. But he was angry, "Who the fuck gave you permission to cum?"

She couldn't answer, her body was just coming down from her high. Quaritch gripped her hips before thrusting aggressively and fast into her, uncaring of her as he seemed his own release. She was overstimulated, convulsing as she squirted all over him, drenching him and herself, his pace didn't let up. He felt his release incoming, he tried to pull back to cum outside but her legs had wrapped so strongly behind him, he, in his vulnerable state, could not free himself. And so Quaritch, shook and roared in pleasure, thrusting one final time deep inside her, his cock kissing her womb, he let out the largest batch of cum ever produced in his life. He had nearly collapsed onto of her, her arms wrapped around him as he buried his face into her neck. She smelt of ocean and of the wet forest, her scent calmed his raging heart as hugged the seemingly small but strong woman in his arms. He didn't know how sex happened between them, or what led to that point, but he accepted it graciously. He would have no regrets if he was able to warm her bed every night, or everyday. May even anywhere she wanted. He just needed to be inside her.

The two got into a comfortable position, her against his chest, his arm wrapped around her naked waist while his other arm was behind his head. They were covered to their waist by the flimsy white blanket, their bare bodies needing only each other's warmth. And both fell asleep to the sound of each others heartbeat.
 

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Viktor was in the lab, he was analyzing the data, while Grace Augustine looked through the microscope. They were analyzing the different DNA samples they had of the Na'vi, comparing it to the DNA in his and Vitkoria's Avatar. They were both curious what exactly caused the specific tribe of Forest-Ocean Na'vi to have a different mutation. The tribe was called "Ngrr Tìreyä" which was roughly translated to Root of Life. The People there was different. Not only in pigmentation, but in culture as well. The were a clan that was believed to be deeply involved with the planet's deity, Eywa, and was fairly a matriarchal clan. Their women were all considered full fledge Tsahiks who can somewhat understand the Will of Eywa. They were a clan that used gold, beads, feathers, and shells to identify someone's status within the People. The more gold or decorations a Na'vi had, the higher in standing they were. Grace's team had been discovered by them, welcomed into their clan as guests, that's why Grace was able to get their DNA samples. 

Even now, Grace found it suspicious that the People approached them. Coming out of the trees and ferns as if they were waiting for her arrival. They had simply led her and her small team of 4 towards a tree podium where an elderly woman looked at her, stating through her. Grace had felt naked in front of the elderly woman, as if the woman knew the deepest and darkest secrets within her. The Matriarch Tsahik simply nodded and said, "what will be given to you today, will bring us the future, not only for the People, but it will be as Eywa wills it!". Her voice had been strong and had the Tsahiks murmuring thanks and prayers while the men cheered. She didn't understand what it meant, but she accepted whatever they gave her. She was given many things, ranging from rare flowers and medicine to even a sample of their blood and DNA. She had the samples sent to Earth out of impulse, she never understood what drove her to send it to the greedy capitalists in Earth. But she did. And apparently Viktor O'Connell had access to such rare and near priceless sample. Now it created twin Avatars, which was a huge feat on it's own.

She inspected the Avatars closely, the similarities were there. Viktor's Avatar was very feminine though, more feminine than masculine. His had rounder hips and a supple arse, his waist so much smaller than a male's, but his chest was strong and broad, like his shoulders. They looked Omaticaya enough, the difference being the lighter blue pigmentation, as well as their tail. The tail was like the Omaticayan's as well, except it was thicker and slightly bigger. A tail that could swing through trees as well as swim powerfully under the water. 

"It's so similar, yet so different than the Omaticaya People," Grace commented while now studying Viktoria's Avatar, "The Omaticaya are of the Forest, then there's the Metkayina of the Ocean. There's so many different clan in the forest and ocean alike, there are even the cliff or island clans, but nothing-"

"But what would be odd about it? The People are built to hunt and thrive in Pandora. It's no surprise if there are much more different clans of Na'vi out there yet to be discovered!" Viktor cut in.

"That's true, but for some reason, I can't seem to shake off this feeling like I'm missing something," Grace tried to voice the feeling she had in her gut, she looked at Viktor hard in the eyes, "like everything's been planned from the start."