Absence

Idea 17

Warning: Masturbating (f)

~ some days later~

Saiya had awoke much earlier than anyone else in the clan for her session with Ronal. Slowly she opened the flap of her mauri with her basket in hand and made her way down the shore where Ronal would be waiting for her. Sweat trickled down her forehead before being wiped away from the back of her hand, it was warm but not hot enough to form sweat. She looked at her hand confused wondering why it kept happening.

The last few days Saiya had been having sweat breakouts in the middle of the night, in the middle of the day, no matter what she was doing. She never brought it up to Neteyam worried he would be too worried about it, instead she confided in Kiri who comforted her by telling her it was probably nothing.

Along with the irreducible sweating she also suffered from an intense itching feeling inside of her. Near her womb, no amount of scratching would satiate it and so she looked to other solutions.

*flash back*

Neteyam had gone out hunting with his father and the other men of the clan as one of the rites of passage to becoming a true metkayinan. She was proud of him for doing so and earning his place amongst the people but it was this moment where she really needed him to herself.

She secured the flap of their mauri tightly before lying down on their lifted mats spreading her legs slowly. The itch became unbearable, causing her to feel unstable at all times. She closed her eyes and ran her fingers down her torso, the soft skin indenting as she went across. Reaching past her navel she felt the pressure increase.

She hummed in pleasure circling her long fingers around the top of her pelvis applying slight pressure. However that would only last so long before she needed more. Quickly she peeled off her loin cloth and attached her fingers to her hot clit, rubbing gentle circles around it.

"Hm." A quiet moan tumbled out of her. She continued playing with herself feeling the itch right at her finger tips. Her eyes shifted under the closed lids her long thick lashes brushing her skin, she thought of Neteyam, his fingers taking care of her, his much larger hands fucking her into oblivion. She knew her hands were next to nothing compared to his but she needed everything she could get in that moment.

"Neteyam." She breathed heavily her voice laced in desperation. Slowly she inserted one her of fingers, pushing it deep inside her. She pumped in and out of her self increasing her pace as her mates name repeatedly fell off her tongue like a prayer.

"Fuck Neteyam." She whispered trying to keep as quiet as possible, now rapidly fingering herself with 2 fingers. The width and length of two practically matched one of Neteyams.

"Neteyam oh Net!" She cried again her eyes clenching closed in satisfaction. She turned herself over to her knees arching her back in the air with her face down into the mats, sliding her hand beneath herself to continue fucking herself.

"Fuck Sir, please." She moaned, her mind foggy, she knew he wasn't there but the only way she would climax and eliminate this itch was by pretending he was. The wet sounds of her tight cunt echoed in the mauri, her warm wetness dripping out of her and seeping into the mats. Her fingers coated in a white thin sticky layer provided enough slick for her to pump back into herself repeatedly. "Sir, Sir i'm gonna come." She pleaded feeling the ties in her stomach unravel and the itch becoming more intense.

After a few more pumps she felt the itch spiral out and her orgasm took over. "Fuck, Net, Neteyam!" She cried out continuing to fuck her self with her fingers until exhaustion. Her hot cum leaked out of her, covering her hands and the mats beneath her. Her body shivered gently, feeling a hot white in her eyelids. She continued her murmurs of her mates name, her body yearning and aching for him.