Show Me & Teach Me | Neteyam/Reader

Part II - I Like Your Stars Better

As always with her training, Neteyam let her set the pace and the boundaries, "And what would you like to learn for your next lesson, numeyu (student)?"

Pressing her lips together to swallow the saliva pooling in her mouth from desirous anticipation, Seyla held Neteyam's golden gaze and let her hands drop to the ties of his loincloth, "I want to see all of you tonight, and I want you to see all of me. I want us to touch each other, everywhere."

Neteyam's hands stopped hers before Seyla could pull the corded ties of his loincloth free, "Are you sure? We can just focus on you, yawntu. You can show me what you like?"

Stubborn determination flashed in Seyla's orbs and she reiterated, "No, I want to see you too. We can both teach other what we like."

"Alright, but there's no pressure for you to do anything you don't want to, yeah? We can take things slow-"

"I'm a healer, Neteyam. I've seen naked men before. And I know what happens with bodies and sex."

Neteyam raised a hesitant brow at her. He highly doubted she had seen an aroused naked man before though and there was a difference, "I just don't want to scare you or make you feel like you have to go further than you're comfortable with."

Fixing him with a softer expression, though it was no less adamant than before, Seyla said, "I know I'm safe with you, karyu."

Great Mother, she had a way of breaking down his resolve when she said things like that... Leaning forward, Neteyam pressed a kiss to her forehead, "Alright." Neteyam's own hands moved to the ties of his clothing, his fingers deftly undoing the ties and moving to undo the strap around his tail.

Seyla mirrored him, tugging the ties of her chest covering free first before working on her own loincloth. She felt strangely calm. Her heart was palpitating in her chest, but it was not from anxiety or fear. She trusted Neteyam. He had proven beyond all doubt during her training and afterward that he cared and felt deeply for her. She had no reason to be afraid.

Steadfastly, Seyla discarded her chest covering and freed her tail from her loincloth. Gently bundling her items of clothing together, she tossed them to a corner of the platform. Returning her eyes to Neteyam, she found him already looking at her with slightly wide eyes. He looked rather stunned actually and she resisted the instinctive urge to wrap her arms around her chest. She wanted this and she would not shrink.

Neteyam felt himself ache and burn between his legs as his eyes took in the sight of Seyla's bare frame. All women were beautiful in their own way and he appreciated them all, but there was something about the innocence of Seyla that made him instantly breathless. Naturally, he was drawn most to the delicate rounds of her breasts. They were not buxom, but they looked just big enough for him to cup in a handful and they were tipped with beautiful lilac nipples.

"Great Mother, you are perfect, Seyla." Neteyam proclaimed, a little hoarse. However, his student was distracted and not really listening. She appeared to be taking her education rather seriously and she had begun to pace around him slowly as she too soaked in the sight of him.

Majestic was not good enough a word to describe Neteyam, Seyla thought to herself. The customary attire of the Omatikaya did not cover much so, as such, she had technically seen most of his body before tonight anyway. But the comprehension that he was truly naked – that they both were – absolutely thrilled her. She had snuck a glance at his erection when she had first returned her gaze to him and in honesty, she had gotten a little shy then, which is why she had begun to circle him slowly.

Seyla let her eyes rake up the backs of his legs, noticing the nervously twitching tuft of his tail. She admired the lean musculature of his thighs that fed into the very attractive rounds of his bottom. She carried on with her pacing, reaching his other side as she looped back around to his front. His slim hips flared out to defined abdominals, to a broad chest and shoulders, from which hung brawny arms that made his powerful strength evident. She finally let her gaze settle again on the most male part of him and her breath hitched softly.