Earth, Wind and Fire: ATLA Erotica

Earth

Night had finally fallen, leaving it up to the streetlights and skyscrapers to illuminate Republic City, but Toph Beifong was not about to let something as trivial as being Chief of Police keep her chained to a desk. Patrolling the streets in her police-issued Satomobile, she had her aide chauffeur her around to the seediest parts of the city just to make the local riffraff scurry like rats. Toph's name commanded enough fear and respect to drive criminal operations underground, but "out of sight" never meant "out of mind" to her. After hitting the darkest alleys, the shadiest street corners, the sketchiest neighborhoods, and every suspected den of thieves, her final stop was the Pink Opal--the most infamous brothel in town.

Police reports described the front entrance as a pair of garishly pink double doors for regular traffic. In place of a neon sign, however, a far subtler wind chime of pink opals dangled overhead that often went unnoticed. Reports also indicated that the rear entrance was a russet-brown door rarely used to admit very special guests. Not wanting to advertise her presence, Toph ditched her uniform for a long, black, shimmering qipao lined in Earth Kingdom emerald green. Though it was the polar opposite of her personal style, it helped her blend in as she arrived via the back alley. She instructed her driver to wait while she went in through the back. After a coded knock, a pair of cruel eyes appeared behind a metal-framed slot. In response to the grunt from the other side, Toph barked, "Tell Pei-Pei I'm here." She was immediately let in.

The bouncer ushered her past the kitchen and wine cellar to the main foyer, where Pei-Pei stood at the top of the stairs, making a needlessly dramatic entrance. As they glided down the banister, Pei-Pei presented as an androgynously statuesque diva, primping a bouffant mane that sparkled almost as much as their jewelry. Their flowing silk gown bore a high slit, revealing leggy stems wrapped in leather stilettos from thigh to toe. A fur stole sat just off their shoulders with their gloved hand flourishing a long quellazaire. Reaching the bottom of the spiral staircase, Pei-Pei strutted toward Toph, took a long drag from their cigarette and breathed with a smoky rasp, "... I thought I smelled bacon."

Toph smirked, "Nice to see you too, scunt."

"Such filthy language! You suck your momma's dick with that mouth?"

"Not since she figured out your blowjobs count as anal, since all you do is talk shit. Which reminds me, did you intend to paint the front door pink and the back door brown as a euphemism or was it mere coincidence?"

Pei-Pei teased, "And here I thought such blatant visual innuendo would've been lost on you, detective... or do you prefer your current title?"

"Ugh, please. Enough with that, already."

"Oh, Boys!" Pei-Pei cued.

Summoned by their call, three handsome young men entered in procession for a roll call. Each of them stood an adonis, peacocking like matadors in skin-tight breeches outlining perfectly sculpted asses. Their look; all the more risqué being shirtless beneath their cropped blazers, flaunting young, chiseled torsos luxuriant to the touch. Though such pageantry was lost on Toph for obvious reasons, her curiosity was not.

"Boys?" Toph asked.

Pei-Pei smirked, "We're equal opportunity employers here."

Toph tilted her head, "You really got enough ladies coming through here to make a demand for said supply?"

Pei-Pei laughed, "Well, for one: you'd be surprised what women will pay for. And two: most men won't admit it, but cake is still cake; with or without a candle."

The rehearsed suggestive gestures were wasted on her, but Toph had her own way of browsing the goods. She walked down the line to the first one and blurted, "You got a big dick?"

"Like a donkey," he boasted without hesitation.

"Liar," she sneered, moving on to the next, "Do you have a big dick?"

"Biggest in the city."

"Liar," she scoffed, moving on to the next, "What about you?"

Rattled by her unfiltered boldness, he stammered, "Uh-umm... no?" and dropped his head in shame.

She smirked and purred, "... 'Big' liar. Come see me for a drink later."

As the gentlemen bowed and walked away, Pei-Pei scolded Toph, "Look, if you're gonna fuck their self-esteem, it's gonna cost you extra."

"I see you look after your boys as well as your girls."

"Well, if momma bear doesn't look after her cubs, who will?"

"Speaking of which, have you or any of them been on the lookout for anything suspicious as of late?"

"I could tell you the kinds of noises the CEO of Cabbage Corp makes when he gets really excited."

"That's your idea of suspicious?"

"Hey, when you can get a grown man to call you 'daddy' at the push of a body part, it breeds all kinds of suspicion."

Keeping her feet bare for any ensemble, Toph whipped back the slit of her dress and stomped her foot, activating her seismic sense. The vibrations immediately painted a three-dimensional sonar map for her mind's eye, making Toph cognizant of all individuals present in the building. Every working girl, every customer and every member of the bar staff was spotted in an instant. Only one thing was out of the ordinary.

"Care to explain why you have someone tied up in the basement, Pei-Pei?"

"You mean the new play dungeon? We just finished renovating it over a month ago. I've got a regular waiting for me down there."

"I'm not saying I don't trust you, but I'd be less than diligent if I didn't verify."

"As you wish."

Pei-Pei guided Toph away from the splendor of the foyer to the dingy aesthetic leading to the basement. Pei-Pei opened the door and echoed down the stairs, "Are you alright down there, you filthy worm?!" Toph winced when she heard a familiar voice echo back, "Uh, yeah!"

Pei-Pei snapped, "Is that how you address us?!"

The voice stuttered, "Oh, s-sorry! I-I-I-mean, only if it pleases you, mistress!"

"That's better!" Pei-Pei then looked to Toph, "No pun intended, but... see?"

"I know you're not lying... neither is he," Toph then handed Pei-Pei a thick stack of crisp United Republic yuan and whispered, "... Leave me alone with him."

"I-I'm very flattered, but we here at the Pink Opal, we take the discretion of our clients very seriou-," They paused as Toph handed them another thick stack of yuan, then they took a deep breath and sighed, "... Bitch, try not to make a mess."

With the door shut behind her, Toph ventured into the lower level. The somewhat cavernous space brought her back to childhood teachings from the badgermoles. The vibrations at her feet revealed a room purposely modeled like a medieval dungeon. The furniture pieces were redesigned as torture devices and (not so strictly) decorative chained shackles hung from the walls. There was also a rack holding an array of corporal impact toys for ambiance... or not. She found the customer at the center of the room, naked, on his knees, head dipped and arms chained to two pillars by his sides. When the candlelight of the room showed her bare feet before him, he looked up eyes wide and heart racing. His very soul choked the moment she said, "Hello, Sokka."

Sokka jumped to his feet, "Toph?!!! What are you...?!!! This... This isn't what it looks like!!!"

"I honestly wouldn't know what anything looks like," she mocked as she waved her open hand across her blind eyes.

"You know what I mean!!! Get me outta here!!!" he yelled while struggling to cover his dick (forgetting Toph is blind).

She just stood there with her hands on her waist tapping her foot, "And just why would I do that?"

"Because you're not... not who I was expecting! Where's Pei-Pei?!"

"Where's Suki?"

"None of your damn business!"

"You do remember that I can tell when you're lying, right?"

He fell back to his knees, "... She's back on Kyoshi Island."

"Does she know you've been whoring around behind her back?"

"It's not like that!"

Sensing his sincerity, "It seems you honestly believe that."

"Look, it's not that simple. Wait a second, whoring?! Then what the fuck are you doing here?! Is this a raid?!"

She began authoritatively pacing back and forth in front of him with her hands behind her back, "Just a routine inspection. Pei-Pei and I have a bit of an arrangement. She and her stable keep their eyes and ears open, and I allow their business to stay open. It's a win-win."

"So why are you giving me such a hard time when the fucking madam gets a pass?"

She stopped and pointed her head towards him, "First off, Pei-Pei is actually a good egg. Unlike the other pimps and gangsters in this city, they don't condone human trafficking, and all of their workers actually get a fair shake. And second of all, despite what the law says, I personally couldn't care less what informed consenting adults do in private."

"Says the girl who could perve everyone in this whole building at the stomp of her foot."

"I found you, didn't I?" as she mocked further while imitating Humphrey Bogart, "Of all the cat houses in this whole stinkin' city, you had to walk into mine."

"Ha, ha," he retorted.

"So, what does Suki think about your... 'extracurriculars'?"

"She doesn't know, okay?"

"Oh, that much is obvious. Otherwise, I'm pretty sure I'd have found you in the morgue rather than a brothel."

"One of a number of reasons why I haven't told her and one of a number of reasons I can't let her find out."

She then asked him gently, "I never imagined you as the cheating type, Sokka. What happened?"

Exposed and defeated, Sokka hung his head explaining to Toph how long it had been since he last saw Suki. Since their duties to their respective peoples often kept them apart as of late, the burden of command was weighing on him ever since formally becoming chieftain of the Southern Water Tribe. Still stuck in some of his macho ways, the fatigue of putting up a tough front was also setting in. With the innocent curiosity of a country boy in a big city, he found Pei-Pei and the Pink Opal. He knew the company was just a beautiful illusion, but at least he could finally enjoy feeling another's touch--even if it meant parting with a few extra yuan. He swore that his indiscretion had nothing to do with Suki. He was just looking for something that he was too afraid to ask of her. Much to his surprise, Toph was actually sympathetic.

She took a knee in front of him and touched her forehead to his while gently holding the back of his neck, "... I'll share a confession with you... I come here for similar reasons. Another part of my deal with Pei-Pei is that every so often, I'll borrow a room centered in the building on the second floor. And I'm left alone for a while. I do it during peak hours when most of the rooms are full."

"Do what?"

"The very thing that making me horny as fuck right now."

Unbeknownst to Sokka, Toph's seismic sense was putting on a massive sex show outlining every sex worker in every room entertaining a customer. The unseen tremors of flesh clapping against flesh pulsed to her mind's eye showing bodies upon bodies fucking in every position imaginable. It was voyeurism on a scale undreamed of, giving Toph a front row seat to every bed in the brothel. Her foxlike hearing faintly gleaned the orgasmic wailing from every scene. She wet her lips just shy of drooling over the invisible orgy manifested by her heightened cognitions.

"Normally, I'd center myself as best I can in the building and finger fuck myself in every hole... and when that's not enough, I bring a few cock shaped vegetables with me. Hell, this one time, I metalbent some silverware from room service into ball bearings and churned them inside my a-"

"Uh, why are you telling me this?"

"Because I can tell it's turning you on. I can feel your heart rate elevating... I can even hear the blood flowing straight to your cock."

Unsure of how to react and bewildered at how Toph noticed his own erection before he did, Sokka asked, "So, what now?" Toph slowly stood up and gently petted the side of his face, "Your secret is safe with me..." He smiled with relief until his shackles suddenly went taut, forcing him to his feet just as Toph leaned in close to his face and hissed, "... for a price." He shivered with anticipation, feeling her hand graze across his solid chest and washboard abs. The goosebumps sprouting at her touch wrote a perfect description of his body as if she were reading it in braille. She vampishly murmured in his ear, "In case you haven't figured it out, I'm going to fuck you. I thank you in advance for lending yourself to me... To show my appreciation, I'm going to fuck you harder than you've ever been fucked in your life... I'm going to fuck you harder than anyone will ever fuck you for the rest of your life... I only ask one thing... Do you trust me?" all while swirling her finger tip on his nipple. With his skin tingling as blood coursed through his veins, Sokka reluctantly breathed, "... Yes."

Sensing he remained in earnest, Toph kissed and licked his chest tenderly all over while cradling his dick in her palm, feeling its firmness. Sokka looked down to see her spreading her feet shoulder width apart. She let out a quiet sigh... then another... and another. Then right from the slit of her dress floated out three drizzling wet chrome ball bearings the size of mandarins. His heart pumped in suspense at the thought of what she might do with them, let alone where she had been keeping them in the first place. She quickly metalbent the first ball bearing into a ring wrapping itself snugly around the base of his cock and balls. He screeched as his dick throbbed with veins branching along the shaft. She then metalbent the other two ball bearings into small metal cups and floated them over the candles lighting the dungeon. "Don't be afraid. Let's be blind together," she wooed before dropping the cups on the candles, snuffing out the flames.

Sokka whimpered in pitch black darkness, "... Toph?" as fear gripped him harder than the metal ring around his cock and balls. Sadistically waiting a moment before answering, her voice sang to him, "I'm here, Sokka." The sound of her voice alone set him at ease, until it was followed by what sounded like a chair being dragged towards him across the floor. He gulped with anxiety until the sound of the dragging stopped. Before his brain could wander, he felt lips and tongue supping on his chest. He smoldered from feeling her fingernails clawing at his ass. His breaths grew harder and labored as she kissed him from his breastbone down to his navel.

Blinded by endless shadow, the faint creaking of the wooden chair under weight, the ruffling of Toph's dress at her hips and the feel of her breath below his waist signaled to Sokka that she was taking a seat right in front of him. This was all the more evident by the angle of her grip as she slowly cranked her wrist up and down his cock. His suspicions solidified hearing her voice from below, "... Do you like it?" He was rock hard and aching from the cock ring trapping the blood flow. Such uncommonly delicious torment twisted his tongue to say, "N-no. I mean, I..." She kissed the head of his prick as one would kiss the forehead of a beloved pet. Then she spat on it hard with sinister zeal and cackled, "Liar," just before swirling the tip of her tongue into his dick hole.

His body shivered causing his shackles to clink, even while held captive by metalbent restraints. Without warning, he felt the full length of his dick enveloped in the warmth of her mouth. The sound of Toph's teeth softly tapping at his cock ring was nearly drowned out by the muffled retching of her stubborn throat. Her tongue teased his balls for only a moment before she withdrew, coughing and gasping for air. In his mind, Sokka could somehow sense her devilish grin in the darkness. He could hear her wiping her eyes, nose, and mouth clean before devouring his cock again even harder. Hearing the cum in his body building up pressure, she metalbent the cock ring only ever slightly holding back his climax. She popped his cock out of her mouth with a sharp inhale like she had finally come up for air after swimming under water.

Having had her fill, she rose from the chair to sate her other appetites. Sokka yelped like a whipped dog as she bit down on each of his areolas, holding her jaw clenched for a pause before releasing them. "Did you like that?!" she hissed. Almost too frightened to answer, he muttered, "Ah! N-no!" With a sexy rasp, she whispered back, "... Liar." Without missing a beat, she metalbent the same metal cups she used to snuff out the candles and molded them into nipple clamps latching onto his chest like miniature bear traps. Then she manipulated both the cock ring and nipple clamps fastened to his body to slowly drag him back to his knees.

Toph took a moment to savor Sokka's anguish. On his knees, he felt his own breath fall back on his nose as he unwittingly huffed and puffed against Toph's womb barely an inch away from his face. "Wanna smell this pussy?" she taunted. He futilely looked up as if he could see her and smirked, "... No." Basking in his insolent bratting, she whipped the front skirt of her dress across his face, leaving none but darkness to cover up her panties. She then straddled her thigh on his shoulder and grumbled, "Fucking liar." With only the thin silk of her thong between his face and her cunt, Toph snatched Sokka by the top-knot of his mohawk and grinded her pussy on his nose. However, his immobilized state did nothing to hold back his primal urge to taste between her thighs. With his tongue fighting desperately to get past her thong, she nearly suffocated him as she masturbated upon every contour of his face.

Panties drenched, Toph snatched Sokka's head back and dismounted his face. Even while catching his breath, he hungered for more... and he got more, just before he could catch his breath. He suddenly felt his face muffled between mounds of warm flesh coupled with a wetness on his chin and ripples upon the tip of his tongue. Sokka relished what clearly felt like Toph's ass shoved in his face; especially as she goadingly wagged her tail on his nose while she seemed to be bent over and possibly pulling off her thong. After nearly suffocating him again, she withdrew her ass from his face leaving him panting like a puppy. Out of nowhere, he felt his mouth being stuffed with what felt like string and fabric. His tongue soon recognized the taste as it could have been nothing other than Toph's thong freshly stripped from her hips. Then abruptly, his shackles, nipple clamps and cock ring were all metalbent in conjunction, pinning his back to the floor.

Toph stood over Sokka sensing his body sprawled on the floor still erect like a flagpole. Hands rested on her knees; she slowly squatted down into cowgirl position letting out a long slow sigh until every last inch of him filled her. She began to slowly bounce, acclimating to his girth. Though her jaw was clenched and her nostrils flared like an enraged bull holding back her moaning, her juicy grip around his cock gave her passions away. Sokka was not nearly as bashful making noises, though Toph's panties still had him well gagged. She started bouncing faster and harder, clawing her nails into his chest to stabilize. The clap of her ass on his thighs reverberated through the room and could be heard from just outside the basement door. Pei-Pei, while walking past the door from the outside, arched their eyebrow with contentment.

She butterflied her thighs; riding and churning his dick inside herself. Before the slow burn neared them both to the point of no return, she stopped and stood over him dripping on his lower abs. Oblivious to what was happening, Sokka spat out Toph's thong and cried, "W-What are you doing?! What's going on now?!" She wasted no words as she metalbent the nipple clamps off of his chest into metal rings around his ankles. With his ankles now shackled, she stepped back and folded him over; putting his knees into his chest and pinning his shoulders to the floor. Then she pulled his throbbing dick off his stomach and mounted him in the Amazon position.

She then metalbent the cock ring off from around his balls, reformed it into a butt plug, and waved it into her rectum. At the snap of her fingers, the plug began to vibrate like a tuning fork struck by a hammer. Sokka's eyes rolled into his head feeling the vibrations through the wall between Toph's holes. He bellowed with pleasure and she grunted with glee. Digging her nails deeper into his skin, she drooled from hissing air through her teeth. Soon, neither of them were holding in their wailing. She reveled in every contortion of his body as it seismically flashed her mind's eye like a strobe. Her body usurped her mind, dragging her into a frenzy that grayed the pulsing of her cunt with the beating of her heart. Before either of them knew it, the impact of her ass dropping upon him went from claps to slams. The room quaked with tremors that were felt throughout the whole brothel. Her womb finally erupted when she dropped down on him so hard, her ass earthbent a crater into the floor like a meteorite. Pei-Pei was upstairs at the bar reassuring the guests that all was well, offering complimentary drinks that nearly rattled off the tables.

With all sweet the battery Sokka had indulged, Toph still sensed he was nearing his fall. She mercied him by pulling out his dick and tribbing along the shaft. With her arms posted on the back of his thighs, her muscles tensed as she held back just long enough so they would cum together. She roared in harmony with his breathless shriek as his thick milky release arched across his body leaving warm drops from navel to neck. She knelt beside him, releasing him from all restraints and let his body lay flat, spent and motionless. He took sharp breaths at the tingles from her tongue supping and slurping up every drop upon him. Still blind in the dark, he felt her hand lifting his head. Her deep kiss entranced his already exhausted mind. Her hands read the goofy smile on his face, even while her tongue drizzled every drop of cum from her mouth into his until he swallowed it. She then whispered in his ear, "Don't worry. I'll take care of it." Before leaving him lying on the cratered floor in a catatonic bliss, she tilted her head back over her shoulder and laughed, "Does Suki know you coo like a rooster pigeon when you cum?" and walked away.

Toph emerged from the dungeon barely dressed, frazzled, and glowing with satisfaction. She passed by Pei-Pei on her way out and tossed them another thick stack of yuan without further explanation. Pei-Pei looks at the money with an initial delight that quickly melted away into anxiety as they yelled, "What the fuck did you do?!!!" Toph just kept walking unbowed and unbothered.

Wind

Aang could not have picked a better day to ride his sky bison to Ba Sing Se. It seemed like perfect spring weather with blue sky and minimal clouds. However, it became all the more evident that this was no leisure trip the closer he drew towards the Upper Ring of the city. Even from above, the suffering of the destitute could not go unnoticed. Even with the Hundred Year War long over, the Earth Kingdom refugees were hardly fairing much better. The class divide was so excruciatingly obvious the walls between them almost seemed redundant. It broke Aang's heart to see such hardship on the people. He would certainly make it a point to address this with the queen upon arrival at the Royal Palace. After all, he was arriving by her invitation, though said-invitation read more like a summons. Though Aang habitually sought out the best in people, it was not lost on him that the manners of the aristocracy often become all but forgotten when they do not get their way. The real question was just how much was he willing to yield to placate the queen... and the answer was far, far more demanding than he would have ever dared to imagine.

The royal welcoming party awaited Aang's arrival as Appa landed in the palace courtyard. The queen's draconian penchant for aesthetic perfection enforced the splendor of a spring cotillion, but carried the warmth of a winter funeral. Though he was amazed by everyone's level of politeness, Aang could not help being slightly on his guard. Even the royal chamberlain, being all smiles, greeted Aang with an air that he was an unwanted guest as he ushered him through the palace halls.

This was not Aang's first visit to the royal palace, yet he was no less astonished at the level of finery dripping from every wall down to the mirroring polished floors. He thought surely that the queen would be open to hearing him out regarding the plight of her people as her own home flourished. The reality would be dramatically more disappointing. Upon arriving at the throne room, the chamberlain announced Aang's presence to the royal court, "The avatar, Aang!" Quickly reminded why Toph severed all ties with high society, Aang nervously grinned as countless eyes stared at him in varying degrees of amusement as well as disgust. The room soon flooded with whispers among the courtiers gossiping over Aang's humble Air Nomad robes to his very presence in the Upper Ring, let alone the Royal Palace. He awkwardly attempted to mingle amongst the crowd, feigning his smile with little less grace than by which they feigned their manners.

The room fell silent at the next announcement, "All hail the supreme ruler of the Earth Kingdom, descendant of the great Earth King Kuei, her grace, her excellency, her royal majesty, Queen Hou-Ting of Ba Sing Se!" Everyone cleared the way to witness the Earth Queen's grand entrance. Struggling to look past the gawkers, Aang finally got a good look at the queen strutting towards the throne. Queen Hou-Ting was everything the gossips said she was and more; a young lioness of sinister beauty, and the very picture of grotesque opulence. Upon her raven head sat a large, wing-shaped, flat-topped satin headdress heavily adorned with pearls, jade, flowers, and intricate silk embroidery. It was just barely more noticeable than her exaggerated two-bun hairstyle bristling with what appeared to be countless golden jeweled hair pins at first glance. Her meticulously long fingernails resembled the talons of a dragon, sporting protective nail guards of gold and jade on both her ring fingers and little fingers. Then there was the pièce de résistance, her shimmering silk robes trimmed with auspicious symbols, chrysanthemums and of course, the emerald seal of the Earth Kingdom.

She stood in front of her throne looking down at her subjects. The entire court bowed in unison with Aang clumsily following suit. Hou-Ting's brow furrowed when her eyes focused on him like a hawk spotting its prey. She sat down and barked at her court, "Leave us!" Everyone in the room scuttled backward out the door with their heads bowed, but before Aang could figure out his next move in accordance with protocol, he heard, "Avatar Aang!.. Step forward!" Aang heeded her command with the main throne room doors slamming shut behind him as if he were standing trial. Falling nearly short of breath, he was captivated by her angelic visage even as she glared at him in contempt.

He cleared his throat and bowed his head, "Your majesty. It is my honor to be..."

With an indelibly haughty tone, she interrupted, "We know it is your honor, as it is for anyone we summon here."

"Summoned, your majesty?"

"Exactly. How else would you be allowed into the city, let alone our throne room?"

Confused as to whether he was seen as a guest or a subject, he answered, "Uh, my apologies, your majesty."

She scoffed, "Apologies? The only apology we require from you is for the land you stole from our kingdom in order to build that pitiful vanity project you call Republic City."

"Uh, forgive me for the misunderstanding, your majesty, but that land was freely given by your late father to..."

"Which is exactly why we've yet to snatch it back from you with the full force of our army."

Shuttered by her escalation, he calmly replied, "Your majesty, I assure you there is no need for animosity. Surely, we can..."

"On that we can agree."

"Majesty?"

"Yes, there is a way you can make it up to us." she chimed as her scowl slowly melted away.

"There is?"

"Absolutely, that is why we've summoned you here after all."

Hou-Ting clapped her hands beckoning a dozen young women, all elegantly dressed, into her throne room to stand in line in presentation. Aang nearly broke into a sweat as each woman appeared more stunning than the last. Not only were they wrapped in the finest robes shy of those of the queen, each in their individual beauty were uncommon beyond the stuff of fairytales. The queen cruelly marveled in Aang's bewilderment like a wolf salivating over a poor unsuspecting rabbit.

"Lovely, aren't they?" she purred.

Still flabbergasted in the moment, he stammered, "Oh-um, of course, your majesty, but who are..."

"The painted whores you see before you are our ladies-in-waiting. Surely, they are to your liking," she blurted.

"Um, well, I..."

"If not, then we're sure we can find you a number of proper broodmares that won't repulse you at least, though we seriously doubt you've seen anything better beyond our walls."

Mortified, Aang gasped, "Broodmares?! All due respect, your majesty, but I don't understand."

Wilfully obtuse, she asked, "What is there to understand? Was the purpose of your summons not clear?"

"Apparently, not to me, your majesty."

"Ugh! It is apparent to us that the Avatar is simple. No matter."

She stood up from her throne and paced down the line passing each of her ladies-in-waiting as they stood as still as disciplined soldiers.

"If we must spell it out for you, we've summoned you here to breed with our chosen subjects."

"To what?!" Aang gasped as his heart hit the floor.

With regal levity, she elaborated, "You heard correctly, avatar. We've bestowed upon you the honor of siring airbenders loyal to the Earth Kingdom."

"Majesty, this is highly..."

"Coveted opportunity most men wouldn't dare to dream of? Yes, and you're welcome."

"Majesty, you're..."

"Far too generous? Yes, we know. After all, it is the least you could do after swindling Earth Kingdom land from my late father."

Clinging desperately to his patience, he said, "With greatest regret, your majesty, I..."

"How many children have you sired so far, avatar?"

Caught off guard by the question, he muttered, "... We just had our third nearly three years ago."

"Any of them benders?"

"Our daughter is a water bender."

"So, no airbenders so far. Are we right?"

"Our youngest still has time before..."

"And your wife. How long until she's done making children for you?"

"Majesty, this is..."

"She's not getting any younger. Meanwhile, we here in the Earth Kingdom can provide more than enough opportunities to finally rebuild the Air Nomad society... Is that not your heart's desire?"

Aang's indignation was slowly smothered by the chillingly pragmatic realization that Queen Hou-Ting, even in all her impropriety, was right. Rebuilding the Air Nomad nation fell solely on his shoulders and he was in no position to outright ignore any possible solution, no matter how drastic. The queen's offer left him standing on the precipice of saving his culture at the cost of betraying the love of his life. His heart tightened at the thought.

She sadistically smirked, offering empty words of comfort, "Fret not. We won't speak for the rest of the world, but here in the Earth Kingdom, we're nothing if not civilized. We only ask that you take some time to think about it during your stay with us."

"Stay?"

She hissed with fiendish politeness, "We will accept no refusal."

That night, Aang laid in a bed fit for the queen herself, but it did little to lull him into slumber. He had not felt a weight upon his soul like this since the days leading up to his battle with Fire Lord Ozai. Once again, he was confronted with the impossible decision of betraying his morals to save that which he loves. Unable to sleep, he easily noticed some unexpected visitors had slunk into the room. He rose to find three of the ladies-in-waiting from earlier crawling at the foot of the bed. Of the dozen presented to him that day, these three were easily the most beguiling of them all. Only this time, their princessly robes from before made way for the sheerest of flowing nightgowns illuminating their buxom silhouettes by moonlight. They floated slowly towards Aang like a trio of ghostly sirens--equally startling him as if they were as such.

The first among them purred, "Forgive us, my liege. Did we wake you?"

"Um... can't say you did, honestly," he murmured as his jaw trembled.

"Trouble sleeping?"

"... To say the least."

"Perhaps a little company for a restless night?" one of the women offered.

"I... I don't know. Um, I..."

The first among them crawled in closer and crooned, "It's alright... It's alright... There's no need to be shy."

"Did the queen send you?"

She flirted, "... With her compliments, of course; but that of her most benevolent majesty needn't be the only pleasure that summons us here this night. Now, should it?"

Her words were seductive, gentle and discreet; same as her hand sliding up Aang's thigh, slithering ever nearer by her fingertips. He quickly turned away to sit on the side of the bed, blushing beet red. The women moved in closer; The first among them at his side, another at his back and the third knelt to the floor with her head upon his lap. Veiled by his own good nature, poor Aang could not yet see that these temptresses were not merely consoling him--They were surrounding him.

With puppy dog eyes, the woman at his lap sobbed, "Are you not pleased with us, my liege?"

Words fumbled from his tongue, "No, no, it's not that. You're... you're all very beautiful. I-I-I mean more than beautiful. It's just... I have a wife, and..."

The one at his side chimed in, "I've read that the Air Nomads favored detachment over lifelong monogamy. Is that not true?"

"Well, I mean, that's kinda..."

While stroking his shoulders, the woman at his back added, "And that romantic relationships, while passionate, were often temporary and fleeting. Am I right?"

He babbled, "Look, that may be true, but I, uh-"

The woman at his lab glossed, "Here in the Earth Kingdom, it's hardly uncommon for men of means and status to have mistresses or even multiple wives."

The one at his side added, "I believe polygyny is also a common practice amongst the Southern Water Tribes as well. That's where you met your wife, yes?"

With his heart crushed under the weight of their logic, he mumbled, "... You ladies really did your homework."

The lady behind him teased, "Between you and I, we're little more than 'painted whores' as her most gracious majesty jests."

Aang snapped his eyes wide open and clenched his teeth, smiling in further embarrassment, "Oh, no. I wouldn't dare call you th-... I-I-I just don't think it's fair to take advantage of you like this."

The one laying on his lap sighed, "Isn't it though?... We're all here out of obligation, are we not?"

The one at his side added, "We've our obligation to her glorious majesty as you to the Air Nomad nation... but duty needn't always be hardship. Does it?" as she gently walked her fingernails up his bare chest.

The one rubbing his back whispered in his ear, "... Speaking of 'hard'..."

She and Aang watched his erection grow against his mind's wishes. The tender warmth from her breath upon his earlobe gave rise to goosebumps in kind. She softly kissed the back of his head, lulling him to lean back onto the cushion of her full breasts. Her perfume left him in a trance as she ran her tongue up his bald scalp to the tip of the arrow tattooed on his forehead. The trio took to his body like a pride of lionesses to a zebra. Aang sharply gasped as the woman at his side whisked her lips on his nipple while gently gnawing at his chest. Paralyzed with ecstasy, he could barely lift his head to look down at the woman in his lap tenderly kissing his dick from balls to shaft. He was nearly lost in the moment until he breathed, "Please... I can't... I can't do this to Kata-." the woman behind him placed her breast in his mouth, silencing his mewling and robbing him of all words of protest. The other women's tongues slithered over every inch of his body, leaving him nearly powerless to resist. At least they did until the woman at his lap noticed that he was slowly losing firmness.

The woman in his lap whimpered, "Do we not please you, my lord?"

Aang groaned, "It's not you. My mind is not in the here and now... nor is my heart."

The lady at his back consoled him, "Your devotion to your wife is most admirable, my liege, but one would think that, at the very least, the incentive of repeopling the Air Nomads would move mind and body to task."

"I know... and honestly, I truly wish it could be that simple. I mean, it's not that the three of you aren't wonderful. I mean, I've never felt anything like this in my life. It's just..."

The woman beside him chimed, "Well, I imagine the monastic lifestyle you've led up until now has been devoid of many pleasures of the flesh, but we have our ways of reigniting passions."

"Wait, what are you...*GASP*!!!"

Her mouth warmed his dick as she swallowed it whole. The soft swirl from her tongue made him grow past her lips until he touched the back of her throat. Just as well, the woman beneath him followed suit, rolling his balls around with her tongue ever delicately like peeled grapes. Aang grasped at the bed sheets and moaned loud enough to wake the entire palace until he was muffled by the deep kiss of the woman at his back. With the three ladies-in-waiting supping and clawing into him, Aang was edging towards his fall, until...

The lady beside Aang asked, "So, who wants to go first?" as she wiped her mouth clean.

"First?!" he blurted after nearly forgetting why he was there.

The lady on her knees beamed at Aang, "But of course, my lord. We daren't allow your precious seed to spill."

"Oh, ummm... I..."

The lady behind him breathed, "You needn't be nervous, my liege."

Nonetheless, he stammered, "Don't get me wrong. That was really fantastic. I-I'm just..."

"You're just what, Avatar?!" said a frutrated voice that startled everyone in the room.

"Queen Hou-Ting?!" Aang gasped with fright.

As no one noticed her presence until then, the ladies-in-waiting leaped from the bed and knelt before the queen. With two Dai Li agents standing at her side as bodyguards, she looked down at her ladies-in-waiting with utter disdain and sneered, "Ugh, you'd think such pampered strumpets would excel at playing the whore, but if you want something done right..." Anticipating their queen's wishes, the Dai Li agents tossed away their summer hats and stripped off their court robes in an instant. Uniforms cast aside, Aang shuttered at the sight of two amazonian women built as if they were sculpted from marble. Their feminine muscularity, scantily clad in leather thong leotards, gave a sensual commanding presence by which Aang's gaze was enthralled. In his complacency, the Dai Li swiftly shot their rock gloves toward Aang, grappling his wrists and ankles, and snatching him out of bed from a distance. With his hands and feet cuffed in stone, the Dai Li earthbent Aang before the queen crucified in mid-air.

"What are you doing?!" he cried.

Hou-Ting taunted, "No need to struggle, Avatar. We're merely escalating to more aggressive measures since it appears you don't seem to respond very well to subtlety."

"What do you mean by aggre-Ohhhh!!!"

The Dai Li were neither tender nor kind in carrying out their queen's orders. Without hesitation, one of the agents earthbent Aang into a spread-eagle while the other knelt behind him, cleaved his cheeks like a pomegranate, and probed his asshole with her tongue. His eyes rolled into his head from the silky sensation coupled with the sweet pain of her teeth and nails mauling his nates. Hardly a moment passed before his dick was twitching into full stiffness. Hou-Ting leered at his throbbing cock, gently scraping it with the jeweled nail guards adorning her finger tips. She then sounded the head of his dick with the long-pointed end of a golden nail guard she wore on her little finger. To the tune of his ultrasonic squealing, she then slowly withdrew the tip from his cock like a rapier from its sheath; trailing a glistening strand drizzling at the golden edge of her finger. His eyes finally rolled forward to be greeted by malevolent stare and devilish grin as she tasted the tip of her finger jewelry, savoring the meal to come.

The more Aang writhed, the more vigorously the Dai Li agent devoured his ass. He was near offering gaping welcome to her tongue until said-invitation would host a guest of far greater girth. Having her fill, the agent stood and wiped her mouth dry, leaving his hole winking and dripping with anticipation. She assumed stance, earthbending the rock gloves to keep Aang restrained as her comrade took position behind him, same as she. With what little composure he had, Aang watched the queen reach into her robes to pull out what he could only describe as smooth phallic sculpture finely crafted in creamy jade. At a complete loss of words, he watched helplessly as the queen held up the jade dildo in her hand for the Dai Li agent behind him to earthbend into the leather harness interwoven as part of her leotard. The agent gripped his ass and slid in slowly with unexpected ease. Aang moaned with every inch that burrowed inside of him. As her only kindness, the agent drooled generously between his cheeks and onto her jade shaft; keeping her strokes slow, yet intense.

Seeing Aang locked in erotic delirium, Hou-Ting cradled his head in her hands and whispered, "Just think of it. In a few years' time, you'll have saved your culture from extinction. The bond between our nations will be solidified and the Earth Kingdom will see a golden age of dominance... all thanks to you."

"Ugh!... Dominance?!"

"Of course. With your help, we will ensure that the world will never again suffer another Hundred Year War. You will truly fulfill your purpose as the avatar securing peace for the world."

He grunted between strokes, "Uh!... my... my purpose... is to... ah!... maintain balance... not to... enforce... an unjust peace."

"... A bonus then."

Smirking with audacity and arrogance, Hou-Ting cast her queenly raiment aside, save her hair and jewelry. She feigned autoeroticism, clutching her breast and running her fingers up and down her skin, shamelessly performing exhibitionism for an audience of one.

"As our personal plaything, you'll be first among the royal harem enjoying all privilege and pleasures therein... Besides the illustrious honor of taking the royal body to bed, you'll never want for fresh cunt wrapped in supple tits and firm ass," She raised her voice over the sound of Aang's moaning from the Dai Li's pegging, "And if it's buggery you crave, the Dai Li will be at your beck and call as well," She leaned in not even an inch away from his face and whispered into his open mouth, "All you have to do... is... fuck... fuck... and fuck."

With devotion to his family compromised and promised rewards tainted by royal agenda, Aang sobbed through the throes of passion, "I... I... I can't."

Gobsmacked and infuriated, the queen roared, "... How... How dare you?!!! You!!! You!!! Ungrateful, undeserving, peasant filth!!!"

Noticing the Dai Li agent behind him paused in shock at her outburst, she barked at her, "Who told you to stop?!!!"

With the agent now fucking Aang ever more vigorously, Hou-Ting refocused on him with a piercing glower, "We invite you into our home, render royal hospitality unmatched, and even lend you the finest thoroughbred cunts of the nobility to wet your pathetic monastic prick!!! Even indulged you with the grace and privilege of viewing the royal person in all our natural glory!!! And you've the unbridled nerve to refuse us?!!! The gall!!!"

She then moved in close with her nose not even an inch away from his and hissed, "Take him to the dungeon. One way or another, we will milk every last drop of seed from this maggot until we've bred a legion of airbenders loyal to us... and have his mount prepared for supper tomorrow. We wonder if sky bison will make for fine dining as my late father's bear."

Those words triggered Aang's eyes to glow with a light rivaling the sun. The room shook as gusts of wind cycloned off the walls toppling the queen and her Dai Li agents. The rock gloves binding Aang burst from his wrist and ankles into shrapnel and immediately reformed back to their original state. With his fiery eyes still focused on the queen, Aang earthbent the Dai Li's own rock gloves to snatch them both up by their necks with their feet mere inches off the floor. Towering over the queen, Aang watched her look in terror as her elite bodyguards now dangled beside him like ornaments by nooses of stone from gallows of air. They struggled like trapped prey only to lose consciousness within seconds. Aang spared little more than their lives as he dropped their limp bodies to the floor. Disarmed and helpless, Hou-Ting's attentions were dragged back to the elemental behemoth floating in a spherical tempest that was Aang in the avatar state.

His harmonically ethereal voice echoed, "Queen Hou-Ting, you've proven yourself a vicious tyrant who preys on the innocent!!! Your people suffer in squalor while you preen on your throne... and threatening an innocent creature was the last straw!!! For this, I should level your entire palace to the ground with every aristocrat inside!!!"

Playing the desperate sycophant, Hou-Ting crawled on shaking ground to Aang's feet to beseech him, "Oh, wise and honorable avatar! S-s-surely, we needn't be so hasty over a simple misunderstanding!"

Her synthetic grin and empty platitudes only further enraged him, "Spare me, you regal bitch!!! Lest you're prepared to truly repent, the rubble of this palace will serve as your tomb!!!"

She begged like a cur in the streets, "We'll give you anything! Anything you want! Never mind our silly joke about your beautiful sky Bison! A-a-Appa is his name, yes?!"

"Go on!!!" he snarled.

She babbled with a nervous smile barely holding to her face, "Take those three whores! Take half the palace treasury! You.... Y-y-y-you can have me if you want?!!! Please! For the sake of my country and my people! PLEASE!!!"

His temper only barely beginning to cool, he took a brief pause before growling, "Do not pretend your proposed sacrifice to be an act of benevolence!!! I know yours is the only life that concerns you!!! I shall spare you and your royal court, but justice demands that your body suffer similar indignity that your rule has placed upon your victims!!!"

Though her life was spared, the queen's breath of relief was short-lived. At the immediate end of her exhale, a pair of the Dai Li's rock gloves clutched her throat and slammed her back against the bedroom wall so hard that the wall cracked. Pinned to the wall, she was again forced to look upon the avatar with trepidation. Wrathful eyes and arrow tattoos aglow, Aang hovered in a globe of wind before the queen; a vengeful demi-god ready to smite her for her many sins. Her returned gaze remained frozen only until her vision refocused on the sight of the same glistening jade dildo now floating between her and the Avatar. Her jaw shivered at this verdant craft heralding karmic degradation. A glint of moonlight even gave the stone a sheen that twinkled like an executioner's steel. The rock gloves around her neck tightened while the other pair snatched hold of her knees--violently splaying her thighs apart. Just as it was done to him, Aang earthbent the dildo to enter the queen slowly, savoring the faint shriek of her breathless scream. Then she grunted like a mule as the dildo drilled in and out of her at a ferocious tempo.

She desperately grasped at her throat with one hand and reached out to the Avatar with the other in a futile attempt to wrest some relief. Vexed by this impudence, the Avatar engulfed the queen in a fearsome cyclone of wind smashing her through the cracked wall, as well as through every other wall that followed, until she layed tossed and rattled in the middle of the throne room. With her vision blurred by the impacts, she barely made out Aang's silhouette gliding towards her as dust and debris cleared from his path. Alerted by the ruckus, the palace guard assembled in the throne room surrounding the Avatar and the queen; but before they could close in, Aang shielded himself and the queen in a massive pillar of wind that ripped through the palace roof. The force of the tempest was as impenetrable as the walls of Ba Sing Se herself.

Hou-Ting cowered before Aang's might, scrambling back as he inched closer to her. She rolled over and tried to crawl away; only for Aang to earthbend the Dai Li rock gloves to snatch her by her ankles pinning her to the floor on all fours. With the queen face down and ass up, Aang sent the other pair of rock gloves to grasp her ass by both cheeks. Still earthbending the jade dildo to churn away inside her, Aang earthbent the gloves to spread Hou-Ting's cheeks until her asshole gaped. She looked over her shoulder in horror as the Avatar mounted and bored her ass along with the jade dildo still in her cunt. Double penetrated, she moaned and groaned like a wounded beast. Her body gushed, feeling her holes filled and her walls scoured. Her anus stretched as Aang's girth pulsated inside her. By now, she fell deaf from being thoroughly fucked into a stupor, hearing only the thunder in her head--which she was momentarily convinced was coming from every slam of Aang's pelvis against her ass. No longer amused with her bellowing, Aang silenced her by forming a sphere of wind surrounding her head, dragging the very breath out of her lungs. Hou-ting clutched at her neck gasping for air trapped in a vacuum. Her brain spiraled and melted as she drew closer and closer to the edge of blacking out. In one last mighty stroke, the Avatar dragged her head free from the vacuum. Her body erupted, desperately inhaling after being snatched from the brink of asphyxia. Her contractions caused her asshole to clench on the Avatar so hard; it finally milked his cock like a geyser. With his balls finally drained, he withdrew from the queen leaving her tender, ravaged and squirming on the floor.

With the tempest abated, Earth Kingdom troops were scattered or incapacitated. The throne room was in shambles, and the Queen Hou-Ting laid naked with makeup smeared across her face and her hair in complete disarray. Defeated, she looked up to see Aang hovering above her. Tears streaming from her eyes, she spat, "So, what are you going to tell your wife?" As he returned from the avatar state, he breathed to her, "Best we both pray she never finds out. On a full moon, she'd bloodbend your uterus to smithereens." Suddenly, a shadow blotted out the light that spilled through the destroyed roof of the palace. It was none other than Appa flying in to pick up Aang. As he mounted his beloved bison, he looked back to Queen Hou-Ting and said, "Don't let me catch you in my next life, bitch!" and flew away.

Fire

In a rare quiet moment, Katara gazed out towards the ocean from atop the tower on Air Temple Island. Though the Hundred Year War was long behind her, she was now besieged by a legion of intrusive thoughts. While she longed for Aang in his dutiful absence, contemplating his eventual return brought no comfort in this moment. Her only respite was reminiscing on the very event that brought her so much torment. She was utterly conflicted--savoring the very moment she regretted. Even the tears brimming in her eyes seemed unsure whether or not to fall. The forensics of it all lay bare through old letters sprawled upon the floor, each of them bearing the royal seal of the Fire Nation and a signature, "Zuko".

Even after his coronation, even after his wedding, Zuko never lost touch with Katara. Naturally, Aang's diplomatic duties kept Zuko in the fold as Fire Lord, but his bond with Katara never faded with distance. As Katara looked down at the letters on the floor, choice sentences echoed to her heart:

"I remember going after the Southern Raiders with you like it was yesterday."

"The only thing I'll ever miss about the war is being closer to my friends, especially you."

"Sometimes I feel like Mai will never understand me the way you do."

"Your touch healed more than just my battle scars. Sometimes, I can still feel you."

She softly closed her eyes as if he were there in the room whispering the words to her. The mental image of his sweet breath upon her ear and neck brought her skin to a tingle. The thought moved her to lean on the wall and slowly lower her head to ponder even deeper. Shame slowly drowned in yearning as her mind escaped to her last memory of him.

It was only days ago since Zuko came to Republic City as part of an international delegation. After a long day of tedious bureaucracy and protocol, paying a visit to Aang and his family on Air Temple Island was a most welcome distraction. Zuko forwent the royal procession and regal robes to hurry to the air temple on a small war balloon he hijacked from his own flotilla. While considerably more subtle than the royal barge, it was still spotted by the air acolytes well in advance of landing in the main courtyard. His arrival, though unannounced, was far from unexpected as Katara and the children were already there waiting to greet him.

"Uncle Zuko!" Bumi, Kya and little Tenzin cried out as they rushed to hug him at the waist.

Embracing his surrogate niece and nephews, Zuko smiled, "You've all grown so much. What are you feeding them? Elephant koi?"

Katara laughed, "Just a good old vegetarian diet, with the occasional squid. Don't tell Aang."

"Speaking of Aang, where is he? I imagined he'd have been on his glider flying circles around me on my way here."

"Unfortunately, you missed him by a day. Apparently, there was urgent business requiring his immediate attention in the Earth Kingdom. He'll be gone for a few days."

"Such is the life of the Avatar, I suppose," he shrugged.

"Head on back to the house, kids. Mommy and Uncle Zuko have to talk."

"Well, before things get too serious, I come bearing gifts. From the finest vineyards of the Fire Nation," he declared, as he reached into the basket of the war balloon and pulled out two large jugs of wine.

"Awww, Zuko. You should've!" she grinned as she snatched one of the jugs from his hands.

"I thought they'd pair well with dinner."

"Screw dinner! I've got three kids that I'm raising on my own more than half the time. Momma needs her juice."

That night, with the children fed and off to bed, the wine continued to flow atop the tower of Air Temple. Between retelling old stories and getting caught up on gossip, Katara was basking in the type of company that being a homebody often deprived her of. Zuko even found himself in a rare state of laughter and Katara refused to let him live it down. Standing shoulder to shoulder taking in the view of the ocean, it did not take long for the wine to sway the banter from playful to intimate.

"Are you serious?! No way! That's crazy!" Zuko playfully gasped.

"Ay, watch your mouth! That's my culture you're talking about!"

"I mean, no offense, but you gotta admit the term, 'culture shock', immediately comes to mind when you tell an outsider something like that."

"What? They don't do wife swapping in the Fire Nation?" Katara joked.

Zuko laughed, "You could say that, but it usually ends in Agni Kai, if you get my meaning."

"Well, among my people it is a deep show of hospitality to our closest and dearest friends."

Reading an unspoken cue, he asked, "... So, that's why you brought me up here?"

She asked back carefully, "... What if that were the case?"

He could no longer form words as his whole world stood still. He couldn't take his eyes off of her as she slowly turned towards him. The stars paled in comparison to the glint in her eyes. Her face was a radiant glow by candlelight. She looked back at him in such a way that he couldn't even feel himself moving closer to her, though he certainly was. She could already feel the warmth of his mouth even as their lips had yet to touch. Zuko whispered softly, "Please... Tell me to stop... I'm begging you... Tell me now before it's too late," Katara moved her mouth to speak, but her lips trembled without so much as whimpering back any other words back--None except for, "... I can't."

Cued by the passion of their kiss came a thunderous crash of distant waves that were nearly drowned out only by the pounding of their hearts. Katara had not felt this in so long that it was nearly foreign to her; and Zuko had not felt a fire in his chest like this since Sozin's comet. Then he snapped his eyes open and pushed Katara away. Shocked as she was, Zuko was utterly mortified. "I... I can't believe I just did that!... Katara, I'm so so sorry! There's no excuse for doing that, but I..." In mid-apology, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back so hard, neither of them could breathe. When they stopped for air, he asked, "What about Aang?" She asked, "What about Mai?" Feeling woefully outdone, Zuko sighed, "... Shut up."

"Mommy!... Mommy!"... a sound more intrusive than her indulgent memory turned wet dream, plucked Katara back to reality by her children calling to her from the courtyard. She scrambled to gather Zuko's letters off the floor and stashed them away from prying eyes. Frantically fixing her hair and clothes, she rushed down the tower hoping to snuff out any assumed carnal afterglow that even her masturbatory longings might have kindled. After finally (at least) looking unfrazzled, she met her children in the courtyard along with a barrage of happy commotion and clamoring.

Bumi blurted out, "Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Uncle Zuko sent a gift package full of spicy fire gummies, crunchy flaming fire flakes, sizzle-crisps, and fire-salt dusted fruits! Can we open it now?! Please?!"

With eyebrow arched and suspicious tone, Katara asked, "And how exactly do you know what's in it if you haven't opened it yet?"

Bumi mumbled, "Uh... well, uh..."

"See? I told you not to open it yet," Kya scolded.

Katara laughed, "Sure. You can enjoy some of your sweets... After you've all had a nutritious breakfast of stewed sea prunes."

"Awwww," the children groaned.

"Oh, stop it. You sound like your father."

Katara proceeded throughout the day on autopilot as usual. Predictability in daily routine helped pass the time when Aang was away. From assisting the air acolytes in their chores to mediating spats between the children, her days were often full from sunup to sundown. Also, being a waterbending master made her quite popular with the monks assigned to irrigation duties. They often showed their appreciation by setting aside extra lumber to heat the baths for her. That night, she had far more gratitude for their reciprocity than normal.

After a hectic evening, Katara retired for the night to enjoy the baths alone. After washing off the dirt of the day, the warmth of the bath rinsed away her tensions. She laid back with a warm towel over her eyes to soothe away her stress, yet her memories had other intentions as they brought her back to where they left off at the temple tower that morning. Her thoughts moved her hands to journey between her thighs, further immersing her into the past.

The mental painting of that night in the Air Temple tower took Katara back to the moment where she and Zuko were all but fully enveloped in one another. She could still feel the heat from his lips and could even taste the wine from his tongue. The sweet sound of his quiet moan serenaded her tenderly. Every primal urge to consume him had nearly taken over... had he not consumed her first.

The air rushed from her lungs as he gnawed upon her neck--savoring her scent and her taste as if he would never experience them ever again. In the rhapsody of being his meal, she cleaved her tunic open--offering up her bosom, nipples swelled and calling to his lips. She kissed his brow while cradling his head to her breasts. His mouth frolicked across every bit of skin above the sash around her waist. Zuko then clutched Katara's ass and hoisted her up wrapping her legs around him. He carried her inside and laid her back on a table with his hands grasping under the waistline of her tunic. She marveled at his wolfish hunger and basked in being feasted on like a helpless koala lamb. She sharply gasped with anticipation at the coarse brush against her thighs from his heated hands stripping her pants down to her boots.

He lifted her knees up to her chest and folded her under the weight of his arm. Zuko took a moment to salivate at the sight of Katara's budding pussy staring back at him with glistening welcome. Katara's eyes slowly opened wider and wider, synced with Zuko's first taste of her sex. She took a deep breath relishing the feel of his full tongue slithering back and forth from her clit to her ass like he was stripping icing off a cake. Her eyes rolled into her head as his tongue danced pirouettes around her clit. Her breathing intensified and she began to twitch from him going from licking in circles to gently sucking. Suddenly, she could feel his finger rubbing inside her--then two fingers in a "come hither" motion. She groaned, reaching down to spread her cheeks to blossom even more for him. The sound of his fingers sloshing inside her, coupled with his panting for air in between rattling his tongue, was music to her ears. Even the warmth of his breath upon her cunt made her all the more soaked.

Her juices streamed so far between her cheeks that Zuko noticed how her backdoor playfully winked at him more than once. To test her waters, he gently massaged around it with his already well lubed little finger, as his other major digits were indisposed. Just a few gentle rubs in and Katara started cooing, "Yes!... Right there!... Put it in! Please put it in!" Little by little, his little finger went deeper and deeper at her behest. Her body drew nearer and nearer to the boiling point, until...

"Lady Katara?... Lady Katara, is everything alright?" an air acolyte asked softly while passing by.

Katara stammered as she gathered herself in the bath, "Oh! Um! Uh, y-yes! I'm fine! Just fine! I'll be out in a minute!"

She waited until the acolyte steps faded away before letting out a sigh of relief. A moment of silence passed before she completely submerged herself under water and screamed at the top of her lungs. Hot, bothered and fantasy cut short, Katara left the warmth of the baths to rinse off in cold water. However, this did little to snuff her frustrations. She doused herself with water thinking about how her night with Zuko could have ended. She ached for him. She wanted so badly to feel him, to taste him, and for him to be all hers, if only just for that moment. All left to imagination rather than memory... since Zuko never fucked her.

Katara laid in bed that night with the memory of Zuko's last words to her robbing her of her sleep. Her heart cracked same as his voice as she remembered him saying, "I'm sorry Katara. I want you so so bad, but I just can't do this to Mai... and we can't do this to Aang. We just can't. I'm sorry." She reached out from her bed just as she did from the table he laid her upon that night as he walked away, holding back his tears. She dared not to give her words voice, but as heart defied mind, her muted lips mouthed out, "... Please, don't go." Part of her was relieved that he could not hear her. What if he heard her and just kept walking? What if he heard her and came back?! By morning, she had had enough of the "what ifs" and "maybes" and took ink to parchment.

In a morning full of signing, stamping and seemingly endless official business at the Fire Nation embassy in Republic City, a message hawk was quite the happy disturbance. The message was passed onto Zuko by his page, seal unbroken and bearing the mark of the water tribe, but did not appear to be written on the official stationery. A moment after opening it, he called to all in the room, "Leave us!" Once the last servant had left, he stood on the balcony facing his view of Air Temple Island pondering the message he had just read. It was just a small map with an "X" making a location on a secluded side of Air Temple Island... and one word: "Tonight"

Dusk had finally fallen and Katara was awaiting her chance to evade watchful eyes. She asked a trusting nun who never questioned her to keep an eye on her children as she was in need of much "undisturbed rest". Once all had retired for the night, she donned the same old black robe she wore on her hunt for the Southern Raiders. It fit like it had only happened yesterday. She strapped a bag with a few essentials to her back and creeped out of her bedroom window. Under cover of night, she swiftly made her way to the far side of the island to a beach surrounded by caves uninhabited by sky bison. She walked towards one cave in particular; obscured by a short waterfall. She waterbent the fall, parting it like curtains and walked into a roofless grotto lit by the night's stars. As she stepped into the light above, she heard his voice from the shadows, "Like old times again."

Katara purred, "I knew you'd come."

Zuko slowly emerged, "What made you so sure?"

"Because I know I can always count on you. Ever since the Southern Raiders."

He chuckled lightly, "That explains the robes? It's like you haven't changed a bit."

"People always change. For better or for worse."

The slight grin on his face melted away to heavied tone, "Must be for the worse in this case seeing as how we both came here for reasons for why we shouldn't be here."

She slowly approached him like he was a frightened kitten, "I know how you feel. I love Aang. I love him with all of the pieces of my heart... And I know you love Mai."

He nearly roared, "Then what are we doing here?! Why are we on the brink of making an even bigger mistake than we made last time?!"

Flustered, she muttered, "Because... because we... we have NEEDS, Zuko!" His mouth gaped and trembled in speechlessness a she sobbed, "We have needs... and yes, that makes us both fucking selfish, maybe even bad people, but..."

He looked down and away in shame, "You're not a bad person, Katara! You're... We... We're just less than perfect... to the point where it's unacceptable."

She leaned her head upon his and gently took his hands, "Then we may as well accept our imperfections and at least have our needs met, since this may be our only chance." She then whispered, "I don't know about you, but I'm losing my damn mind thinking about you."

He roared, "You're losing your mind?! I hate myself for wanting you! I hate myself for wanting you in ways I couldn't possibly want my own wife! I hate myself for loving her only to turn around and lust for you!"

"Why hate yourself, Zuko? Haven't you had enough self-loathing since before taking back your throne?"

"Not when I feel like it hasn't made me any better than my father. I hate him for what he did to my mother. No doubt he had other women than her on the side."

"That doesn't make you worse than him, Zuko."

His voice broke as he wailed, "But you're not just some concubine in the royal court or the capital red light! You're my friend, Katara!"

She gently laid her hand upon his facial scar, "And you are mine as well!... And friends should... help one another in their darkest hours... The touch we share, some call it a luxury, but it is a need among the water tribes. That's one of the greater reasons why such sharing is part of our culture."

"Is that what you plan to tell Aang?"

She smirked and answered with her lips mere inches away from his, "No, and you shouldn't tell Mai either."

His eyelids grew heavy as he whispered, "I remember when you told me that you'd kill me if I ever did anything to hurt Aang."

She breathed, "That statement still stands. Only this won't hurt Aang or Mai... Telling them will."

Their lips finally met, reigniting unsated passions since the tower at the Air Temple. He grasped at her arms to push her away only to pull her closer into his embrace a second later. Caught in the throes of his kiss, she could feel his grip clutching her arms to near bruising. He was no longer hesitant. He was no longer remorseful. He was no longer gentle. She broke from his lips and gushed, "If that's how you really feel, then you can take your frustrations out on me... Pretend I'm Mai, if that helps." He snarled, "You do not want that..." With a sly come-hither stare, she slowly fell to her knees while undoing his trousers and teased, "Oh, don't I?"

Her sudden audacity and brazen sensual boldness left his eyes widened and his mouth voiceless. Not even a polite word of performative protest could pass his lips as she pulled out his dick and nearly swallowed it whole. His hands grasped her shoulders as he hardened inside her mouth. She slurped and gulped on his shaft with drool already roofing her lips and streaming down her chin. Her eyes rolled upward to admire the sweet agony in his face as she grabbed his ass to pull him deeper into her throat. She then slowly closed her eyes to fully relish feeling her lips brushing over the veins, the tip of her tongue grazing his balls, and the head pushing the back of her throat.

Carnal instinct overran temperance as he ran his fingers through Katara's hair, gripped it from the back of her head and began thrusting in her mouth to finally get over the edge. She clenched her nails into his ass cheeks in unexpectedly feral concurrence and gagged viciously, causing both her eyes and nose to run down the side of her blushing cheeks. Had she felt this as a hardship, it would have still been well worth the sight of his face so twisted, even as she saw it through bloodshot eyes. Suddenly, his hands locked into fists, bunching her hair by the roots. She could feel his fingertips heating up on the back of her neck. Without warning, he let out a groan that echoed throughout the grotto, scaring away flocks of birds to fly off into the night. His cum overflowed in her mouth to the point of breaking the seal of her lips and running down her jaw.

Zuko dropped to his knees with his head still raised to the sky catching his breath. Katara, released from grasp, dropped to all fours hacking, coughing and gasping for air. He looked at her in complete dismay. She looked back at him, hair frazzled with strands spiderwebbed across her face clinging to tears, saliva and cum. Unable to find words, Zuko felt like Dr. Jekyll viewing the aftermath of Mr. Hyde. While he strained his muted throat to utter an apology, Katara opened the bag she brought with her and laid out a floorcloth with a couple of vials set aside. He murmured, "W-what are y-?" as she crawled onto the floorcloth, bent over, pulled up her robe and dropped her pants to her knees. She whipped her hair over her shoulder to look back at him with her sly "come-hither" stare again. Caught in her trance, her disheveled state was beauty itself to him. He was further taunted as she wagged her ass like an eager pup wagging its tail. She even winked her anus to add insult to injury. He then rose to his feet to look down in disappointment as he was failing to rise to the occasion.

He groveled, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so rough with you. I'm even more sorry that I've already given all that my body can give at the moment, but if y-UGH!!!" He looked down to find his dick taking form in a manner he had never seen. From flaccid to rock hard and throbbing in an instant, the veins pulsated and branched across his shaft. The erection was nearly painful with seed already rising from the tip. His surprise at this seemingly miraculous second wind was short-lived as he rolled his eyes up forward towards Katara and sighed, "You little bitch." He then looked to the sky from the grotto to see the one thing he had ignored the whole time; a full moon. He was nearly driven to maniacal laughter by the revelation that he was never in control... She was.

After bloodbending his cock hard as stone, Katara jeered, "So, are you gonna stare at the moon like we just made love are you going to fuck me already?!"

Zuko chuckled, "I swear you're almost as twisted as Azula."

She jeered again while bent over on all fours, "Funny you'd bring her up. After All, you did take lightning for me once. Are you saying you can't take this pussy for me though?"

With the final straw to break the camelephant's back, he violently stripped himself naked before he snatched her by her hips and dragged her into his lap. A few light strokes from the head of his dick across her blossomed silk curtains was the only courtesy afforded her before sliding in his full girth. Her lungs filled to capacity as he filled her walls in kind, deliciously burrowing in with every inch. What her eyes and mouth had already sampled paled in comparison to her moistened cunt's delight. He proceeded to fuck her with the vigor of an enraged polarbear dog in heat--The echo of her moaning might have suggested he was hung like one as well. In between lulls in breath leading to orgasmic holler, the caverns reverberated with the sound of his pelvis clapping against her ass like a crowd's applause. She squeezed him like a vice, arching her back hard as if electricity surged through her body, yet he took this as no cause to relent.

He snatched the hair at the small of her neck and pulled her head back to his own. Still inside her with hair in iron grip, he gently grasped at her neck and nibbled on her ear, teasing a hint of tenderness. Every savage stroke inside her surged wave after wave of ecstasy. While drowning in a tsunami of pleasure, she grunted with every thrust, "See?!... At least... I'm not a... cold... bitch... like... Mai!... Ugh!... Ugh!!... UUUGH!!!" He released her hair, shoved her to the floorcloth and pulled out of her. She looked back alarmed, thinking she might have gone too far in her bratting, but what she saw was not annoyance, but beaming sadism. He grinned like a demon watching her legs shake as he growled, "You're just lucky that I love the bitch in you." He spread her ass cheeks apart, spat on her winking asshole and hissed, "That bitch stokes my fire." He then spat on her asshole some more. Sensing what was to come, her heart raced at the apex of excitement, anxiety and fear.

Did she know what kind of beast she had just awakened? Was she even ready to find out? Before circumstance could answer either, her hands quickly waterbend a generous glob of balm out from a vial set aside to amply lube him up and even more so for her. He slowly entered her backdoor up to the head until she squealed like a shrew. His fingers clutched her hips as she clamped his tip. Sensing hesitation, he held back awaiting a sign of consent; fearing that he had once again overstepped his bounds. Sensing his intent to withdraw, she reached back gently placing her hand over his holding it in place. She then slowly backed into him, taking in his full length down to his balls. Katara teared up in pain at first, but only to luxuriate in frenzied euphoria less than a moment after.

As he drove in and out of her slowly, waterbent lube balm flowed little by little from her vial until he coasted inside her like a glazed dipper in warm honey. Zuko moaned with every stroke as Katara's asshole lushly hugged on his cock. The temptation to fuck her harder called to him, yet he handle her with care and whispered, "Are you alright?" Nearly vexed at the notion that she was feeling anything shy of exquisite, she slammed her ass into his hips and barked, "If I wanted to make love, I'd have waited for Aang... You're too much of a gentlman to fuck me, aren't you?" Though her baiting was obvious, his brow furrowed at her words as he fumed, "Remember, you asked for this, water peasant."

At that moment, Zuko took a slow deep breath and raised his hands to his shoulders. With barely a pause, his hands became engulfed in flames as he thunderously clapped Katara's ass on both sides. The impact splashed flare and sparks upon her robes, instantly setting them ablaze. The wind in her lungs sprinted from her throat absent scream at the sting of his burning palms. She was rendered frozen and helpless at the sight of her clothes roaring like a pyre. Then within a blink of an eye, Zuko miraculously fleeted the inferno with razor sharp firebending skill, leaving her body only mildly singed. Though generally unharmed, she was nonetheless shook beyond belief into a catatonic stupor, watching her robes blow away into embers and ash leaving her naked in the moonlight.

He was mindful not to sear her skin with the blazing aura of his fingertips. Still, she broke from her catatonia yelping like a whipped pup at the sudden burn from his fiery clutches seizing her by the hips yet again. Pain soon gave way to pleasure as her ass gave way to his cock. Feeling him fill and refill her stretched Katara's body and soul to their limits. She braced herself, clawing at the corners of the mat beneath them and bunching the cloth in her fists. Her clenched teeth biting down on the edge of the mat did little to muffle her moaning grunts, emboldening Zuko to fuck her even harder. Her ass gorged on his cock while her cunt dripped in envy. He used her body like a musical instrument playing a ballad of endless crescendos within crescendos, one after another.

In the literal heat of the moment, Zuko sadistically slapped Katara's ass again so hard that both of his flaming palms extinguished. Now being far less likely to burn her hair, he viciously cupped his heated hands around her neck and pulled her upward, forcing her head up towards the sky. The moon lucidly reflected in her eyes as her constricted pupils rolled into her head. Tears streamed off the sides of her face, intermingling with beads of sweat from both her brow and flushed cheeks. Her mouth fell open, puffing out jagged wail after another harmonizing with the percussion of Zuko's pelvis slamming into her. His thrusts grew so relentless, she went mute holding back her breath until sweet release pushed her lungs to loudly exhale. His grip around her neck tightened the closer got to his fall, but Katara would not let him reach it until she was completely sated.

Upon the knife's edge and desperate to finish, Zuko rolled Katara over, pinned her by her thighs and delved back into her asshole. She rubbed on her clit and marveled at the sight of him on top of her; his rippling muscles flexing with every thrust, his skin glistening in sweat, even his teeth gnashing in frustration at reaching his pinnacle feeling off by a mile even as it stood away by just the width of a hair. Little did he know that his obstructed seed was not of his own body's doing, but by Katara quietly waterbending his cum into stagnation the whole time. She nearly pitied him in his anguish while she enjoyed playing the helpless fuck doll. She hooked her middle and ring digits into herself feeling him ramming into her knuckles same as he was ramming into her backdoor. Staring deep into his eyes, she whispered, "Make me taste you... Make me feel you." As if possessed by a demon, he snatched open her jaw and spat on her tongue, "Taste that!" he barked. Without even a moment to relish his expectorated essence, he simultaneously thrusted hard into her ass while slapping her across her face, "Feel that!" Deliciously impaled and face burning from strike, she was finally pushed over the edge by one last wave of pleasure leaving her feeling weightless. With her head on its side, she smiled and assuaged his fervor at the snap of her fingers.

Unknowingly released from her bending, within mere strokes, Zuko roared to the stars spouting a burst of fire like an enraged dragon. Katara's womb simmered by his eruption coursing inside her; overflowing, frothing at the rim of her anus and dripping at the base of Zuko's balls. Gasping vigorously for air, he was deaf to nearly every sound around him, save his own beating heart. Time seemed frozen as they held their stillness against waves and aftershocks spasming their bodies. She loosened her anal grip on him, giving a slow farewell. Her body lamented his cock knowing she would never have it again. Still pinned by her thighs, she waved her hands to bend his cum out from her ass along with every drop that fell elsewhere. The spiral of floating drizzled strands globulated into a single white orb the size of an egg. The creamy orb floated slowly towards her until it landed and melted upon her tongue. She sparkled with glee with her mouth wide open letting him admire the beautiful mess he had made before she swallowed it in a single gulp.

The euphoria of the moment subsided and cold clarity took hold as Zuko realized that the superficial burns and bruises on Katara's body were more than just a beautiful mess, but also evidence of their tryst. He stammered, "Katara... I... How are we going to explain this to..." She interrupted, "There's nothing to explain... At least there won't be." Beside the vial in which she kept lubing balm was another vial filled with Spirit Water from the Northern Water Tribe's Spirit Oasis. She stood up and bent the water into manipulating her body's chi, healing every burn and bruise nearly instantly. After they both washed off the night under the fall, Zuko heated a nearby pool in the grotto where they soaked together in silence.