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Warmth on a Cold Night	By : AloofandAndrogynous Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 73719 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Warmth on a
Cold Night
Disclaimer – Avatar: the Last Airbender does not belong to me. I make no profit off this story. The crack and smut is mine though. Warnings: This story is a threesome, and also contains incest, though it is for the most part consensual. You have been thusly warned. If you enjoyed this story, then by all means leave feedback! :)
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Katara lay in her pile of furs quietly, thinking of the discussion that she had during supper with her father and his best friend, and the marriage that Bato had proposed. She was surprised Bato had wanted her – she would have never guessed his feelings for her because he was usually so calm and friendly with everyone. But he had asked her if she would consider being his wife with a warm smile, and she knew he was serious from the glint in his eyes.
The young Waterbender had not turned him down, but she had not said yes either. She had to think about this, and so demurred by saying she needed time. She was just a month shy of sixteen, and Bato was far from old and he would be a decent husband, but did she have feelings for him or anyone else? It was something that she would probably lose sleep over. Bato had approached the topic very calmly, almost shyly, and Hakoda had seemed to be expecting this. That made it obvious to her that Bato had asked her father first, and Hakoda would not have let his best friend ask Katara if he did not approve first…
She rolled over in her furs and sighed softly, snuggling up under the thick furs. It confused her, but the more she thought about it, the less absurd it became. Bato would make a very good husband, and she would be lucky to have someone such as him, of such a good but firm character, always with a easy smile or an encouraging word for her. And he had always been a good friend to her, respecting her and always being kind, yet never babying her. The boys her age were so immature that it was hard to see them as providers for the families that they sought to have. Saying yes would feel a little weird to her, but what real reason was there to say no? Did she have someone else? Once upon a time, there was the Avatar. But he had not suited her at all, when it came to something deeper than a friendship.
The blue-eyed girl was just glad that Bato had agreed to let her think about it. His smile had been relaxed, and he showed no anger or resentment. It even seemed as if he had expected her hesitation and was willing to wait – a point in his favor, she had to admit.
Meanwhile, the men remained at the fire in the central chamber of the igloo, and Bato looked across the flames at his best friend.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked. His best friend's proposal had surprised him, but then, he remembered how Hakoda was protective of his daughter. It was clear that Hakoda cared about Katara very much, and he had shown no interest in any other woman since his wife’s death. Often, Bato had caught Hakoda looking at the girl with a gentle and loving expression, pride mixed with affection. He knew his friend well enough to know that that love went beyond fatherly because of a certain glint in Hakoda’s eyes, but he had chosen to say nothing. Now he wondered if he should have.
If Bato wanted Katara’s hand, he had to have her father’s approval. And the Chieftain of the Southern Water Tribe would give his best friend his blessing – on one condition. The proposal was strange, and Bato was not sure whether he should agree to it or not. But this was his best friend, the loving father who cared about the woman Bato wanted to marry as much as he did if not more. They had shared things in the past, and whenever they had fought, it was always light hearted, and never bitter.
“Of course I am.” Hakoda replied with a brief nod, “This arrangement would work out very well. And you know that you would have my full blessings to take Katara’s hand. I only ask that you let me love her as you do and want to do.”
Bato nodded slowly for a moment. Yes, he cared for Katara and had done so for a long time. He was happy that when he asked Katara, she had not acted with shock or revulsion. But she had seemed surprised and hesitant, and he could not blame her for being shy and uncertain.
“What if she says no to me?” he asked.
Hakoda sat there as he considered his best friend’s question. Katara had the right to say no if she had a good reason. But there were no reasons he could think of. Bato was a good man, and he and Katara got along well. Bato would be a better husband for his daughter than the young men out there, running around, all hormone-driven, trying to act all manly. And he knew without a doubt that these young men would refuse to what he had just agreed to with Bato.
“She will not say no.” Hakoda replied with certainty as he slowly turned his head towards the thin leather drape that led to his daughter’s chamber. Bato’s eyes furrowed in curiosity, wondering what Hakoda had in mind.
His eyes widened when Hakoda shared what he had in mind.
“Are you certain of this? Tonight? Is it even… right?” Bato asked quietly, uncertainty clashing with desire at what Hakoda suggested.
“We both care about her. Forget what the elders say. They are superstitious and tell us the spirits become enraged at every little thing. We have a right to her. Who else would take better care of her? No one else!” Hakoda said fiercely, although his voice was a whisper, his eyes narrowed slightly. Bato paused for a moment, staring at his friend before he nodded slowly, trying to mentally process the maelstrom of emotions and thoughts that swirled around within his head and heart.
The drape to Katara’s chamber was slowly pushed aside. A bit of light from the fire made its way past Hakoda’s bulk, illuminating his daughter’s face. When he whispered her name, she did not stir, and he smiled to himself. He turned around to Bato and nodded. The two of them moved forward stealthily. Hakoda carefully slid his arms under the blanket, finding his daughter’s form before scooping it up. She stirred but did not wake. Hakoda had already taken some of his own blankets and furs from his own pile, laying them near the fire. Bato scooped up some from Katara’s pile and added it, making a rather inviting nest of blankets and furs.
It would be more comfortable out here for the three of them, and warmer. The flames continued dancing cheerily as Hakoda gently lay his daughter down, looking at her with a small smile.
Several moments passed before Hakoda lowered his hand, gently moving his hand to the fur-lined blanket draped over her form, over her stomach. Another hand touched the swell of her hip. Since the touches were so gentle, she did not stir. Bato watched silently, his heart pounding as Hakoda slowly lifted the blanket off her body and pulled it aside. The freshly-fed fire kept things warm, so she did not stir at the lack of covering.
As did all people in her village, she slept clothed. It was impractical to sleep in the nude in this cold climate, unless one had just made love. She wore a long-sleeved light blue tunic, and loose dark blue pants. Bato swallowed a little, seeing the thick and soft fabric hug her curves. Hakoda glanced at Bato before looking back at his daughter, and carefully untied the sash that held her shirt closed. His hands were steady as he parted the folds.
A pair of small but beautifully full breasts met their eyes, and Bato had to hold back a sharp intake of breath. Her nipples were dusky, and he found himself wanting to suckle them. Her nipples hardened slightly as the slight coolness of the air tickled them.
Katara groaned softly, her eyelids fluttering open. She shifted and rolled over onto her side, looking around in confusion. Why was she not in her chamber? She rubbed her eyes and registered that she was in the main chamber of her father’s igloo. Both men were staring down at her silently, and she blushed when she realized her shirt was open. She held back a gasp and quickly whipped it closed. What was she doing out of her bed and with her shirt open?
Hakoda's faint smile and Bato's gentle expression might have brought her to ease, but the situation was a bit of a weird one. Why had her robe been opened? Had one of them done it? The idea was...absurd. But what else would have happened? She was not in the habit of sleepwalking.
She tied her robe closed and quickly sat up, looking at the two men.
“Is... something wrong?” she asked softly as she sat up, feeling furs and blankets under her body. Hakoda put a large and callused hand on her upper arm, gently stroking and shaking his head slowly, still smiling at her in that gentle way.
“Nothing is wrong, Katara…” he breathed, his other hand caressing her cheek. Her father was an affectionate man, giving her and Sokka hugs freely when they were younger. But he had never caressed her cheek like this. She turned her head to look at Bato curiously. The other man looked hesitant and worried, but otherwise at ease, nothing about his body indicating any immediate danger. He leaned in and put a hand on her knee, shifting a bit closer.
“Katara...Do not be afraid....”
“Be afraid of what?” Katara asked, her eyes widening. This situation was.. just so unexpected for her. Why were they looking at her in such a way?
Hakoda smiled and leaned in, placing a kiss on her forehead. Without answering her question, he tilted her chin up and sealed his lips over hers in a gentle kiss, his lips pressing against her in a firm manner. Her eyes widened and she quickly scooted backwards, breaking the kiss. She had received a couple of tender kisses from Aang, but never anything like this. Her father’s kiss, while gentle, had been deep.
Having anticipated the situation, Bato quickly moved behind her. She found his toned arms around her, holding her gently in place. Hakoda smiled and put his hands on her hips, leaning in and quickly resuming the contact of their lips. Her head was pressed against Bato’s chest, just below his shoulders, and she was unable to break free although she wiggled about furiously, trying to move to the side.
Bato's arms held her in place firmly, pinning her own arms. His hands were spread across her stomach, and his mouth now near her ear. He lowered his head a bit more, kissing along the shape of it as Hakoda deepened the kiss for a moment before breaking it. She had been unable to break it since his hands cupped her face. A soft whimper escaped her lips as Bato started licking along her earlobe, and she gasped softly when he suddenly blew on the wet trail he had just left.
“Katara, calm down… Please.” Bato said softly, kissing her neck and ear as Hakoda placed light kisses along her cheek. Her father smiled and tugged the front of her robe down and open just a bit to expose her shoulders and collar bone, which he began to love up on with caresses. The attention being given to her by both men were gentle, but the whole situation was frightening to her. The man stroking her was her father, could he want to do what she thought he wanted? And Bato was just letting it happen?
“Please... Let me sleep...” Katara whimpered softly. This was her own father, the man who had sired her. She had been taught by the elders that incest was a abomination.
“Sh-hh-hh...” Hakoda breathed, suckling gently upon the part where her neck met her shoulder. The skin there was sensitive, and she gave a soft cry when she felt him nip gently.
“... Father, please...” Katara whimpered. She turned her head to look up at Bato, looking for an answer. Bato merely gave her that warm, wide smile and captured her lips, closing his eyes as he kissed her with a gentle passion.
She shifted again as her father worked at her robe, tugging it open some more. She gave out a weak mewl when Bato broke the kiss.
“Why... why are you doing this? Have I done something wrong?” Katara asked. Had her father been expecting her to say ‘yes’ to Bato? Her question was ignored as the two men made short work of her short robe, two pairs of hands removing it while keeping her restrained. The robe was tossed aside, her breasts bared, the only thing on her body being those thick pants of hers. Bato's hands caressed her tum while Hakoda's moved to cup her breasts. He gave a shuddering breath and weighed them in his hands. They were so soft and plump. He had dreamed of doing this to Katara many times, and all of his expectations were met, and exceeded. And yet there would be more to see, and explore.
“Please, tell me!” Katara demanded. Bato's grip on her arms were gentle but very firm, and she could not Waterbend. Hakoda smiled at her fondly.
“You have done nothing wrong. This isn't for punishment. It's for our pleasure.... and yours. We both want you, and you are in no position to deny us.” he whispered as fondled her breasts, pinching the hard, dark nipples between his fingertips in a careful way. Bato peered down at what his friend was doing and observed the soft breasts. He was eager for his own turn to feel them, but he was not going to rush his friend. They had agreed to share and be fair about it, and he knew Hakoda was a man of his word.
“… No position to deny?” Katara asked, her heart pounding, although her question was barely more than a whisper. They both nodded. Bato smiled and kissed her cheek before touching his nose against it in a loving nuzzle as Hakoda massaged her chest.
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