The convoy never saw the fire coming. The first impact struck from above — a scream of heat and light that tore through metal plating and sent one transport spiraling into the blackened stone below. Energy weapons answered in panicked bursts, but the terrain itself betrayed them: jagged spires, ash-choked air, and heat distortion that bent targeting sensors into lies. Figures emerged from the smoke. Tall. Blue. Marked in ash and warpaint. They moved with practiced precision, leaping onto hulls, prying open hatches, dragging survivors into the open. Some humans resisted. Most did not. The air filled with the smell of scorched alloy and fear. At the center of it all stood Varang. She watched from a rise of volcanic rock, flames licking behind her like a living banner. Her posture was calm, almost regal, as restraints were clamped onto trembling captives and her warriors sorted the living from the dead with ruthless efficiency. Slaves were bound and herded together — assets now, not people — while wreckage burned where it fell. Then something changed. Varang’s gaze shifted. Not toward the prisoners. Not toward her warriors. Toward you. Her eyes narrowed slightly, not in alarm, but in interest. Slowly, deliberately, she stepped down from the rock, ash crunching beneath her feet. The sounds of battle seemed to fade around her as she studied your silhouette — your armor, your stance, the way you had not fled. A faint, dangerous smile touched her lips. “You are not like the others,” she said at last, her voice low, carrying easily through the smoke. “You did not break. You did not hide.” She stopped a short distance away, close enough that the heat of the fires and the weight of her presence were unmistakable. “Tell me,” Varang continued, tilting her head slightly, eyes never leaving yours, “are you prey… or something worth keeping?”
"..Fuck off.." I say crudely as I clenched my fists. I stared at the clearly taller and towering woman with an unnerving confidence.. though lost as I lacked my assault rifle. I had however a magnum in my hand, though I couldn't exactly risk firing it lest risking the lives of my comrades who were already bound and gathered up. "Ain't none of us worth keeping." I follow up with, still staring down the Na'vi woman without knowing what she was.
Her eyes narrowed at your words, and there was something in the air that felt like it shifted. But she didn't react with anger. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, studying you as if trying to decide whether this might be of interest or not. "Perhaps," she said slowly, her voice soft now, almost musical, "perhaps I was mistaken." She took another step forward, moving closer still. The heat from the fires danced around her, reflecting in iridescent patterns on her blue skin. "You are strong,"
"..And you're tall, if we're done stating the obvious now.." I say with clear sarcastic defiance as I continue to eye my surroundings.. but I do begin to back away as the Na'vi woman approaches me.. not out of fear, but because I was intimidated. To clarify, not fearful.. but still very much intimidated by her large presence. I glance around again.. still trying to figure out what I should do to escape this..
Her lips curled into a tiny smile as she watched you back away. "Ah," she breathed, "I see..." She stepped closer still, the heat of her body like an invisible wall pressing in around you. "You are stronger than you think." Her voice was soft now, almost gentle. "Perhaps... you would enjoy being with someone who appreciates that strength."
Her hand reached out slowly, fingers curling into the ash-streaked air. With a flick of her wrist, she let it fall to the ground at your feet.
"..Are you trying to scare me, kill me, or sleep with me.. throwing me very mixed signals here lady.." I express with a hint of poise in my voice, clearly clueless. I lift my magnum finally though in her direction as she gets even closer, despite me still having tried to back away. But I end up finding my back pressed to a wall, and myself cornered.. I hold onto the magnum tightly.. but I never put my finger on the trigger..
Her lips twitch at your words, and for a moment she looks almost amused. "I'm not trying to scare you," she says softly, her voice taking on a tone that's both husky and commanding. "And killing you would be such a waste." Her hand drifts up now, sliding over your chest, fingers curling around the nape of your neck. "I could make you feel things," she whispers into your ear, her breath warm against your skin. "Things you've never imagined..."
"..." I suddenly lose my voice as I feel her breath on my ear; and her long fingers at the nape of my neck.. I swallow hard, and in the midsts of my blushing and intimidated state, drop my magnum without realizing. It's only when I hear the magnum hit the ground do my eyes widen and I realize just how much she managed to distract me and put me off my guard with simple words and gestures.. I shiver again against the wall, refusing to reply..
Her grip tightens slightly around your neck, her fingers pressing into the tender flesh there, marking you as hers. "Good," she whispers against your ear. "Now, be a good boy and relax." Her free hand slides down your chest, curling over your hip before moving lower still, guiding your hips toward hers as she presses her body against yours.
The heat of her skin feels like an inferno against your own, the scent of smoke and ash mingling with the musk of her arousal.
As she does all this, I can't help but feel my body radiate more and more heat from arousal.. trying to hide my expressions but even now, my cheeks were glowing as red as ripe tomatoes, and my legs barely capable of holding me up anymore.. but then I saw it.. "..." I saw her feet.. a shame I had, a fetish I had.. a foot fetish.. and the way her feet so looked clearly aroused me.. she could even see me staring at them longingly..
Her feet brush against yours, the thick pads of her soles rubbing sensually over your own, sending shivers of pleasure up your spine. "You like that?" she whispers, arching an eyebrow as she presses herself even closer against you, grinding her hips harder against yours.
Her other hand cups your cheek, fingers curling into the stubble there, guiding your gaze back to hers. "Look at me," she breathes. "When I say so, look only at me."
As I feel her gaze and hand, my eyes lock with hers at the authority in her voice. It wasn't commanding or intimidating, it was sensual.. and I melted at it in a moments notice. I was in complete awh of her.. and melted in the warmth of her voice and body.. I even fell completely, my back sliding down the wall I had been pressed up against, and myself winding up sitting on the ground.. perfectly before her feet.. I stare again longingly.. "..s-step.. on me.." I say finally.. losing myself to my own building arousal in a pleading voice..
Her feet press against yours now, curling and flexing as she begins to grind her weight down onto you. The sensation is electrifying, a wave of pleasure that shoots through your body like lightning, leaving you gasping for breath. Her hands cup your face, fingers digging into your skin as she holds you still, helpless beneath her.
"That's it," she purrs, eyes half-lidded with desire. "Let me feel that power."
As she steps on me and holds my face in her hands.. I feel my body given in completely to my desires and arousal.. my cock going to complete erection beneath my pants which causes me unbearable amounts of discomfort.. so much so, I find myself pulling my briefs and pants down to relieve the discomfort, and wind up completely displaying my sexual appendage.. "..." I sigh and gasp lowly.. staring at her feet again longingly.. desperate for them..
Her eyebrows arch in interest as she takes in the sight of your exposed cock, panting now with effort as her weight presses down upon you. "So eager," she whispers, her voice thick with desire. Then, slowly, deliberately, she slides her foot forward, curling her toes around the base of your shaft and squeezing tightly.
As soon as her foot makes contact with my cock, my body stiffens, my back pressing into the hard rock of the cliff I laid my back upon, and I moan lowly.. shamefully yet loudly enough so even her other tribals could hear.. I clutch at the vines near me for support, moaning uncontrollably in pleasure as I feel her start.. ..f-fuck.."
Her other foot presses against your hip now, holding you in place as her weight bears down on you. "Do you like that?" she whispers, arching an eyebrow as she curls her toes around your shaft again, squeezing harder this time. "Do you want more?"
The heat from her body feels almost unbearable against your skin, the smell of her arousal filling your nostrils, making it difficult to think straight.
"Y-Yes!" I moan out desperately as she teases my hardened erection with subtle slow curls of her toes.. I needed more.. so much more.. but I'm taken aback again as I see her begin to pour this strange neonish transparent blue slime over her feet and in exchange, my cock. I stare in confusion for a moment.. only to then go wide eyed again as I feel the effects of it send my into a storm of pleasure "..wh-what..huh..ooooh-OOOH f-fuuuck y-yesss!~"
Her laughter rings through the camp as she watches you writhe beneath her feet. "This?" she asks with a mischievous grin, lifting one leg up to show you where the slime coats her foot and toes. "It's just a little something I found on Pandora... enhances sensation."
Her weight shifts now, pressing harder against your aching cock as she curls her fingers into your hair, pulling your face up toward hers. "Take it.. take it you pathetic man..Hahahah." she breathes, eyes narrowed and a cackle.
Her laughter fills the air as she watches you writhe beneath her feet. "Take it," she whispers, "take my power." Her other foot presses harder against your hip, grinding against you as she curls her toes around your sensitive flesh. "Give me what I want... give me your submission..."
Her hips begin to roll now, grinding harder against yours as she takes control of the situation with expert precision. Her fingers dig deeper into your hair, holding you still for her pleasure... only to then lower completely. Pulling her foot from your cock, she now hovered her own drooling sex in wait, waiting to take you into her.
Her lips part as she watches your helpless submission. Her thighs tremble and her hips rock forward, seeking the fulfillment of dominance. "Say it," she growls through clenched teeth. "Tell me what you want."
Her hips begin to roll now, grinding harder against yours as she takes control of the situation with expert precision. Her fingers dig deeper into your hair, holding you still for her pleasure... only to then lower completely. Pulling her foot from your cock, she now hovered her own drooling sex in wait, waiting to take you into her.
"..T-take me.. p-put I-it in!" I plea aloud as I stare at her hovering above my cock.. I stare at her soaked pussy waiting to swallow my erection with awh, my body trembling and desiring the lewd consummation that would properly consume me. I ache more and more, my cock twitching in anticipation for the act.. "P-PLEASE!~" I plea again..
Her hips slam forward now, impaling you on her sex with a feral growl. Her fingers dig deeper into your hair as she begins to ride you hard and fast, claiming what is hers by right of conquest. Heat and pleasure engulf you as she takes control, grinding against you like an animal in heat, demanding submission with every thrust of her hips.
"Yes," she hisses into your ear, "take it all... take my power..."
Her fingers dig deep into your shoulders as she rides you harder, grinding her hips against yours in a display of dominance that leaves no room for doubt. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, the sensation of power overwhelming and exhilarating. The air fills with the sounds of slavering pleasure, their cries of ecstasy mingling with the roar of the fires as they dance around them like a living inferno.
"Give it to me," she pants, "give me your submission...
Her hips slam against yours in a brutal rhythm as her climax approaches, nails digging into your skin and leaving trails of blood along your shoulders. She's possessed by the need to dominate, driven by a dark desire that knows no bounds. The heat from their bodies mingles with the smoke and ash of the burning world outside, creating an atmosphere of primal lust and unbridled passion.
"I have it," she whispers, her voice hoarse from exertion. "Give me your seed...
Her words send you over the edge, and with a hoarse cry you spill your seed into her, the sensation like lava pouring from your core. She rides out your orgasm, taking everything you have to give, her body arched backward in a display of power and dominance that is nothing short of awe-inspiring.
At last she collapses forward, breath coming in ragged gasps as she savors the taste of your seed on her tongue.