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Slight	By : GeieraNorth Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Legend of Korra, The Views: 4077 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“You haven’t done anything like this before.”
“W-What?”
Amon paused, his fingertips extended and pressed against the bender’s skin. He had to move so carefully, so slowly in order to appreciate his endlessly fascinating body. When it came to pleasure, adolescents like the bender were rough, crude and frantic about the ordeal, unable to understand the finer art of subtly. Of course, that was also what made them so interesting.
“It’s not a question, boy. I can feel it right here.” He placed his right hand on the bender’s inner left thigh, digging into the muscle there.
The reaction was instantaneous as the boy trembled: his lips parting, cheeks flushing with bright colour, and his cock jerking and hardening in arousal. Those eyes avoided his, glazed and distant and yet so full of fear.
First, Amon had peeled away layers of the boy’s mind, using his disorientation to his advantage. Bolin had an older brother, a firebender – Mako. He adored Mako and clung helplessly to him like the child he was. Without his brother, the earthbender was so vulnerable, so wonderfully malleable to an expert like himself. He didn’t know how to resist, how to pull away, how to shut his eyes and block out reality. The firebender would have resisted beautifully, perhaps he wouldn’t have even made a sound.
At least, not at first.
Pushing aside that intriguing thought, he slowly slid his gloved hand even higher, the fabric gliding smoothly across the pale skin. The bender’s body was utilitarian and strong, showing no sign of his apparent vanity. It was a body that begged to be used.
This earthbender lusted over the Avatar. When he thought of sex, he surely thought of her. Such fantasies would be simple and hurriedly composed to compensate for the quick speed of his hand. He would think of her breasts, of her hips, of the way she would part her legs for him.
Amon ran the tip of his index finger up the long vein on the boy’s shaft, forcing a sharp intake of air and a look of complete and utter humiliation. It left him wanting more.
He was tortuously slow, using just his one hand. The other was tauntingly kept by his side and he caught the boy staring at it. He had grown so quiet, his teeth clenched together.
“Do you really think that will help?” Amon asked, tilting his head and tightening his grip. There was another sharp intake of air. “It only shows how afraid you are.”
The fear in those green eyes was intoxicating.
Flexing his free hand, he grasped the boy’s chin. Jerking it up, he forced their eyes to meet. Trembling, the boy struggled.
First, he had peeled away layers of the boy’s mind. His clothes came next. Amon recalled that initial panic cutting through the delirium as the bender searched for earth and rock only to meet with the metal of his prison. He screamed as his pressure points were hit, and again when Amon’s hands started to wander.
Amon wanted one more scream: a long, frightened, perfect scream.
“I wonder if you can understand why I’m doing this,” he mused, leaning in closer. “All benders are gifted with unnatural power. They manipulate others. They force others. It’s a disgusting, vindictive behaviour, and I want you to feel that. It hurts now, doesn’t it?”
The boy shut his eyes. He was crying.
“Maybe your brother can still save you. Of course, then he’d have to see you like this. Could you ever look him in the eyes again, boy?” His harsh words were working against the skillfulness of his hand, creating that torturous rhythm he had been searching for. Body and mind were fighting each other as the boy trembled, breaking piece by piece. He was almost there.
Tenderly, Amon stroked the bender’s cheek.
“When you think of the girl, the Avatar, and you touch yourself, imagine my hands on you. There’s so much more than this. I can press against you even harder. I can be inside you.”
Boring his eyes into those of his captive, he moved his hand just right, bringing the boy to that edge. His body, so naïve and responsive, surged as he came. His breath hitched in his throat. His eyes flew wide open and his lips parted as he screamed in both pleasure and utter terror. Fresh tears streamed down and seeped through the fabric of Amon’s gloves.
He watched the boy’s chest rise and fall for a long time. Eventually the tears stopped and exhaustion forced him into a restless sleep.
Amon thought of the older brother and stripped off his ruined gloves, leaving them on the boy’s bare stomach.
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