Avatar XXX

Katara was on her hands and knees, slowly sinking into the cool sand of the morning. Her hips were gripped tightly, fingers digging and sinking into her fleshy sepia skin. A massive speia cock plunging deep into her asshole. Sokka pulled his hand up, delivering a heavy spank to his sister’s enormous butt. The two huge cheeks rippled and clipped, like waves upon a sea. Katara let out a muffled moan, vibrating her vocal cords around Aang’s massive member that was currently buried to his base in her throat. Spittle and pre-cum spluttered out from Katara’s lips, slathering over her chin and wetting Aang’s ball sack as it slapped lightly against Katara’s chin whilst he forced her to deep throat his morning wood.

A threesome at dawn had become a norm for the group ever since Katara and Sokka had given in to inhibition. It was working out well for all - Sokka didn’t have to wait two hours for Aang and Katara to finish before packing up camp, Katara finally got her anal addiction respected with her brother having zero qualms about shoving all of his fuckmeat into her backside. Aang got some help with arresting Katara’s nymphomania. Aang’s hand was on the back of Katara’s head, holding it in place as he fucked her throat. He had begun to try to be rougher with Katara as he had seen just how brutal Sokka could get and knew that the Water Tribe bimbo preferred it this way. Yet, still, some part of him was uncomfortable with being so forceful, even as Katara seemed on cloud nine.

Katara’s thicc body was shaking and rocking, pistoning back and forth between the two massive meat mammoths buried up to her stomach from both ends. If either had been just a few inches longer, their cock heads probably would have touched. Her body had sunk deep into the sand, so much that her massive tits were unable to bounce and sway as they normally did. Her gorgeous sepia breasts pressed into the sand. Her eyes were beginning to water from lack of oxygen, but the Water Tribe bimbo refused to give in to frivolous needs like air. Her throat and ass were stretched to their limits as swollen cocks violated her. She moaned around Aang’s cock again, causing the Avatar to shudder. Her limbs had gone numb nearly an hour prior, more suspended solely by the two cocks spit-roasting.

Sokka’s teeth were clenched tightly as his fingers dug into her sister’s supple ass. He’d probably fucked her ass more often than her pussy. He didn’t mind, having also found a certain proclivity for anal sex. It seemed all of Katara’s friends had been right about his little sister being a closeted whore and the sluttiest woman in the Southern Water Tribe. It had been about one month since they had left the South Pole, and less than two weeks from the North Pole, the siblings had ripped through a long list of ideas that they had lacked the partners to execute.

A Male-Female-Male threesome was certainly something on Katara’s list, and she had been happy that Aang was more than willing to scratch that itch. The sun was now high in the air. The trio was going on hour three of their sex marathon. Sokka and Aang had both been holding back their ejaculations, not by choice; every time they had gotten close, they had declared so, and Katara had bent their load back into their balls. Both Aang and Sokka were desperate for their big finish, now brewing several loads at once.

“I’m gonna cum!” Aang declared, burying himself to the base in Katara’s mouth. The tongue of the Water Tribe Bimbo snaked out, lapping at Aang’s heavy balls, almost able to feel the sperm swimming inside them. This time, it seemed, the Water Tribe could not stop her partners, eyes rolling back into her head as she eagerly awaited Aang’s brew.

“Me too,” Sokka grunted out, spanking his sister again. “C’mon, Aang, let’s make sure Katara gets a balanced breakfast!” He buried himself to the base in Katara’s ass, his heavy balls swinging up to collide with Katara’s clit, sending her over the edge. She moaned and screamed a muffled noise around Aang’s dick as her cunt sprayed a meagre shot of squirt onto Sokka’s thighs. The vibrations around his dick finally caused Aang to let loose. Katara’s already packed throat stretched even further as Aang’s backed-up load rocketed down his shaft, depositing itself right into Katara’s stomach. Drool and pre-cum soaked her soft lips, dripping onto the sand bar. Sokka couldn’t hold back any longer either. His balls contracted in the sack, dumping several loads' worth of cum directly into Katara’s guts. Her gorgeous stomach began to swell. One of her arms found enough life to reach up and grope herself, feeling her normally toned stomach expanding to make room for all the cum being dumped into her. Her cunt contracted, squeezing out another orgasm as both her partners' loads began to subside, full minutes after they had begun. For a moment, both men basked in their afterglow. Sweat covered all three, cooling in the morning air. Sokka pressed a hand into the stinging skin of Katara’s spanked-raw ass, pulling his deflating member out. Aang released his grip on the back of Katara’s head, letting the Water Tribe Bimbo rest her neck as his semi-stiff cock emerged. Katara gasped for a large gulp of air, tears now running down her face.

Her body collapsed into the sand, stomach hitting the ground first as cum began to flow out of her well fucked asshole.

“Fuck, you guys sure know how to wake a girl up,” Katara smiled, basking in the warmth of at least four gallons of cum in her stomach. The sound of splashing from behind the trio. All three turned to the nearby river stream to see a gorgeous green fish, as big as Sokka’s head, splashing around behind them. It seemed to lock eyes with Sokka, a strangely human face upon the beast.

“Look!” Katara called, pointing to the river.

Sokka leapt to his feet. “He is taunting us. You are so gonna be breakfast!”

He rushed over to the tent, retrieving his fishing rod. Katara drooled into the sand, watching Sokka’s flaccid cock swaying as he sprinted over to the cold waters. He reeled back, throwing his arm forward. However, as he went loose with the reel, nothing came from it, leaving the Water Tribe warrior confused. He examined it, realising the reel was completely gone.

“Hey, where’s the fishing line?” Sokka questioned.

Aang was sitting nude in front of the extinguished fire, working something in his hands. He looked up sheepishly at his friend. “Oh, I didn’t think you would need it, Sokka.”

He held up his work, a laced necklace of fishing lure with a pink petalled flower in the middle. Sokka leaned in, examining the craftsmanship of Aang’s work. “Ah, it’s all tangled!” He lamented.

A brief breeze erupted from below Aang’s thighs, pushing him up to a standing position. “Not tangled,” He replied. “Woven.”

He turned, looking to the Water Tribe bimbo who was now sitting up, as nude as her two companions, caressing her cum-stuffed stomach. “I made you a necklace, Katara.” His face went scarlet, the usually cool-headed Avatar suddenly seeming bashful. “I thought since you lost your other one … ” His voice trailed off. He held it out, smiling at Katara.

Katara returned the smile, standing up and waddling over to take the necklace from Aang’s hand. “Thanks, Aang,” She examined the craftsmanship. “I love it.”

Sokka grimaced, turning around back towards the river. “Great, Aang. Maybe instead of saving the world, you can go into a jewellery-making business.”

“I don’t see why I can’t do both?” Aang responded.

Whatever Sokka might have said was dashed as the green fish leapt from the river again, drawing the warrior’s attention. He reeled back, launching the fishing rod like a javelin into the water. It missed, bobbing up for a moment before sinking below the cool river water. The fish leapt up once again, flailing through the air and taunting the Water Tribe Warrior. Sokka grunted in frustration. He leapt down to his bag, retrieving his sabre-lion-whale tooth knife and dashing into the cold water to take on the beast himself. The Water Tribe warrior was submerged up to his thighs, his ball sack brushing against the water with half of his half-hard cock submerged. He began stabbing into the water, missing attack after attack.

“Stop taunting me!” Sokka grunted angrily, slamming his whole body downwards as he continued to stab. Aang smiled, bemused by his friend’s frantic attacks.

“So, how do I look?” Katara called, bringing Aang’s attention back around to the campsite. 

Katara was standing, her skin glowing, basking in the light of the numerous orgasms she had received that morning. Her stomach was bloated with the high volume of his and Sokka’s cum, making her look several months pregnant. Hair freshly washed and silky smooth in a long, gorgeous braid going down to her thin waist. Adorning her slightly bruised neck was the necklace that Aang had fashioned for her. The sunlight of early morning flooded in from behind Katara, causing her already flawless skin to glow even more. Katara was standing with a cocked hip, one hand folded behind her back, resting on her massive ass. The fingers of her other hand were resting on her collarbone, drawing the eyes, somehow, away from her insanely large bust and towards the necklace.

“You mean, all of you or just your neck?” Aang asked, feeling his cock begin to stir again. Katara saw it buck like a waking beast, swaying as the sheer weight of it kept it pointed towards the ground. He blushed, smiling widely. “I mean, because they both look sexy.”

“Smoochie, smoochie!” Sokka taunted from behind Aang, both his arms wrapped around the green fish, trying its best to escape him. “Someone’s in love.”

The fish ripped free, smacking Sokka across the face with its thick, oily tail. The Water Tribe Warrior let out a grunt as he fell backwards into the river.

“I well … ” Aang felt even more bashful. He looked back to Katara, finding the Water Tribe bimbo looking furiously at Aang, then towards Sokka.

“Stop teasing him, Sokka,” Katara said. “Aang and I already talked about anything like that. We both agreed that we want to be able to bang whoever we want on this trip. We’re just fuck buddies.”

“Yeah … that …” Aang’s voice trailed off, dejected by Katara’s reaffirmation of what they had said on Kyoshi Island.

The drenched Sokka returned to the camp, dripping river water and defeat. There was a loud, low growl emanating through the forest. All three looked up towards the direction of the noise.

“What the hell was that?” Katara asked.

Aang leapt into the air, blasting Katara and Sokka with a bit of bent air to propel him up to the top of a nearby boulder. Looking down the path, they were camped just off the side of the road. He eyed the source of the noise.

“Someone’s being attacked by a Platypus-Bear!” Aang exclaimed, gesturing down the riverside path. Sokka, Katara, and Aang, all still completely nude, dashed down the path.

The traveller was surprisingly calm as the beast lunged and swung at him. Each of his moves was eloquent and graceful, distinct and purposeful. Like a dancer, the traveller expertly dodged every single killing strike the platypus-bear blustered against him. Not even his long, wiry moustache was out of place as he dodged. He held both his hands behind his back, tucked into the long sleeves of his white tunic that was under his dark blue robes. A long, slender package with a wooden handle was strapped to his back. The platypus-bear slammed its paw into the ground, sending dust and pebbles scattering in all directions. A bald man covered in blue arrow tattoos and nothing else landed on a nearby rock. Not even the sudden appearance of a nude man seemed to disrupt the passive mood of the man.

“Well, hello there,” The elder traveller smiled at the nude, bald man. He stepped back, dodging a swiping claw. “Nice day, isn’t it?”

“Make noise, he’ll run off!” The bald man exclaimed, cupping his mouth with both hands.

“No, play dead, he’ll lose interest!” Called another nude man. This one had brown skin with dark brown hair pulled into a wolf-tail, sprinting towards him, a flaccid dick swinging back and forth. Behind him was a nude woman, busty and thicc in all the right places, massive tits bouncing and cum-filled gut sloshing as she appeared behind the man who resembled her. Her appearance nearly distracted the man, snapping back in time to duck out of the way of another attack.

“Whoa!” He exclaimed joyfully, “Close one.”

“Run downhill and then climb a tree!” Katara instructed.

“No,” Sokka countered. “Punch him in the bill!”

“And then run in zig-zags!” Aang added.

“No need,” the traveller replied, still smiling, “It’s going to be fine.”

He spun, lowering himself to the ground. The Platypus-Bear ripped a chunk of the tree behind him away, exposing the inner wood. Still, the man sat down, staring up at the beast. Aang leapt into action, flying over the Platypus-Bear and landing in front of the man. He shoved a hand down, blasting a torrent of air up from the ground and into the beast’s face.

“Whoa there!” Aang added, taking a horse-stance. The Beast reeled and roared. There was a louder roar from behind the beast. Appa’s deep rumble sent a shudder down the Platypus-Bear, causing it to release the egg it had. The beast sprinted into the river, swimming away quickly. Sokka retrieved the egg, looking it over.

“Mmmm, lunch!” He exclaimed. He gave the egg a sniff before turning his attention to the traveller. “Lucky for you, we came along.”

“Thanks,” the old man said. “But everything was already under control.” He rose with another spin. “Not to worry. Aunt Wu predicted I’d have a safe journey.”

Sokka gave the traveller an unimpressed stare.

“Aunt who?” Aang questioned.”

“No, Aunt Wu,” He replied, gesturing with his hand. “She’s the fortune-teller from my village. Awful nice knowing your future.”

“Wow, it must be,” Katara pondered to herself. “That explains why you were so calm.”

“But the Fortune-Teller was wrong!” Sokka protested. “You didn’t have a safe journey. You were almost killed!”

“But I wasn’t,” the traveller replied, bowing to the trio. “All right, have a good one.”

The three gave the man perplexed looks as he began to wander off. He had just passed Appa’s tail when he stopped, turning back around to the group. “Oh, and Aunt Wu said if I met any nude travellers, to give them this.”

He pulled the package from his back, presenting Aang with the slender, wrapped item. With that, he left, disappearing down the road. Sokka and Katara gathered around as Aang examined what he had been given.

“Maybe we should go see Aunt Wu and learn our fortunes,” Katara suggested. “It could be fun.”

“Oh come on,” Sokka scoffed. “Fortune-telling is nonsense.”

The monk ripped the packaging apart, revealing bright orange material, inlaid with wood. There was a small switch at the bottom of it. Aang hit the switch, causing the orange material to flare out into a shield-like circle.

“What do you know! An umbrella,” Aang exclaimed with glee, raising it over his head.

As if on cue, the early morning clouds above gave a loud thunderous roar, and rain began pouring down upon the group. Sokka and Katara were instantly soaked to the bone, whilst Aang was spared by the torrent. Katara raised her hand, bending it out of the way of herself.

“That proves it!” Katara cheered, moving to duck under the umbrella with Aang.

“No, it doesn’t,” Sokka grunted. “You can’t really tell the future.”

“I guess you’re not really getting wet then?” Katara chuckled.

The rain hit Sokka’s hands, causing the Water Tribe warrior to drop the large egg in his hands. It shattered on the ground, sending yolk and white running, dissolving in the rain. Sokka’s stomach growled in frustration at the ill fate.

The trio retreated to their camp, packing it up quickly. Luckily, their clothes had been left in the tents. Drying off, the trio dressed and began making their way to the nearby village. Katara struggled to contain her cum-filled form inside the tight tunic she had been gifted, finding it riding up even more over her lower region. They debated going, as Sokka noted that the Fire Nation Colonies were only a few miles away, and the odds were good that this town was occupied. His sister’s enthusiasm for Aunt Wu, however, overrode any reluctance from the two men. All the same, Sokka complained loudly as they marched up the hill.

“Of course, she predicted it was gonna rain,” Sokka insisted for the hundredth time. “The sky’s been grey since yesterday!”

“Just admit you might be wrong,” Katara replied. “And you can come under the umbrella.”

Sokka stopped, pointed at the duo. “Look, I’m gonna predict the future now. It’s going to keep drizzling.” He gave a goofy, exaggerated dance before crossing his arms. “See?”

Once again, as if on cue, the rains stopped as quickly as they had come.

“Not everyone has the gift, Sokka,” Aang snickered, looking up as the grey clouds began to break. A surprisingly warm breeze hit the group. Katara and Aang walked on, leaving Sokka seething silently. Appa walked up alongside the warrior, shaking his fluff and spraying Sokka with even more water.

There was a large volcano with snow around it to the north of the village. The buildings were cut from a fine white marble and had golden roofs. Duck-Turkeys quacked at the trio as they passed into the village. The stones of the roads were well kept, tan and cut to nice proportions. There was a single building that seemed to draw Katara in. Unlike all the other buildings, the door on this one was round and red. Outside stood a man with a black gi. Stark white hair upon a seemingly ageless face. He clocked the group, his gaze only drawing the Water Tribe bimbo in even more.

“Aunt Wu is expecting you,” he said in a gravelly voice as the trio approached.

“Really?” Katara gasped. Sokka offered another scoff as the three were ushered inside. The door was shut quickly behind them by the strange sentinel. The morning light shone through the paper windows on the wall, complementing the soft light of the two red lanterns hung in the room. The ‘waiting area’ that the trio found themselves in was messy. Several cushions of green and orange were laid out over a large red rug next to a low wooden table, covered in candles. Wooden slats sectioned the room off into the area where they were, in a back that was hidden. Decorative green tarps hung on these makeshift walls.

From behind one of the walls, a woman entered. Her hair was black in two large, rigid chunks - pigtails that seemed to defy gravity. It looked wiry and rough spun, coarse to the touch. Jagged bangs covered her large caterpillar eyes and brows with extra strands, giving the illusion of sideburns. Her shapely frame was hidden below a long pink robe, her hands tucked into the sleeves and hidden away as she almost seemed to glide into the room. Her head was bowed respectfully, though in truth she was trying to make sure she didn’t trip over the material of her clothes.

“My name is Meng,” She greeted them, raising her head to meet their gaze. She had a gap in her front teeth. “And I’m Aunt Wu’s assistant.”

No way She blushed hard as her eyes settled upon Aang. The Avatar had just finished removing his boots and shin guards, exposing his pale legs and tattoos. He was lazily scanning the room, taking in the atmosphere. His mind was still on what Katara had said to him earlier at the campsite, leaving his expression one of boredom and slight sadness. Meng felt her core shudder at the sight of the outline in Aang’s yellow gi, a heavy-looking, flaccid cock hanging against the fabric.

“Well, hello there,” She cooed, biting her lip.

“Hello,” replied the monk, rubbing his nose, feeling a sneeze coming on.

The assistant gestured to the pillows with her left hand, still smiling at the group, but mostly at Aang. “Can I get you some tea or some of Aunt Wu’s special bean curd puffs?”

Katara and Aang sat down promptly on the designated pillows. Meng turned, closing the distance between her and Aang.

“I’ll try a curd puff,” Sokka said, raising his hand slightly. The assistant didn’t even acknowledge him, simply putting her hand up.

“Just a second,” She said, looking down with doe eyes upon Aang. She crouched, hands on her knees. Her impressive bust (Though still quite smaller than Katara’s) strained against her tight robe as she tried to subtly push them into Aang’s face.

“So, what’s your name?” She asked, smiling widely.

“Aang,” replied the Avatar in an indifferent tone.

“That rhymes with Meng!” She cheered, “And you’ve got some pretty big ears, don’t you?”

Aang paused for a moment, stunned by the statement. “Uhh … I guess?”

“Don’t be modest,” Sokka teased. “They’re huge!”

“They’re not the only thing that’s huge,” Meng whispered, licking her lips as she stared at Aang’s flaccid dick.

Aang glanced up at her. He blushed in embarrassment, covering his large ears First she talks about my ears, now my dick? She turned on or just weird?

“Well, Aang,” Meng continued, standing from her squat. “It’s very nice to meet you. Very nice.”

“Likewise,” Aang smirked back, now certain she was turned on. He glanced at Karara, who seemed not to have noticed the exchange at all. Aang looked up at Meng, catching her side eye as she exited the room.

Okay, yeah, aroused the Avatar concluded Liking this village more and more by the moment

“I can’t believe we’re here in the house of nonsense,” complained Sokka.

“Try to keep an open mind, Sokka,” Katara replied, unimpressed by Sokka’s cynicism. “There are things in this world that just can’t be explained. Wouldn’t it be nice to have some insight on your future?”

“It would be nice to have some bean curd puffs,” Sokka answered, closing his eyes and imagining the treat.

Meng retrieved a bowl of the bean curd puffs that Aunt Wu had prepared before they opened. She placed it on a wooden tray and was now making her way back towards the waiting area. In the back, the sliding door to Aunt Wu’s chambers opened. A woman emerged, wiping something wet from her lips. Her lime green dress was disheveled and her hair tossed in a few different directions, but the smile on her face was unmistakable.

“Oh, Meng!” The woman cheered, smiling widely. She closed the distance to the assistant. “Aunt Wu says I’m going to meet my true love! He’s going to give me a rare panda lily.”

“That’s so romantic,” Meng swooned. Her head turned, glancing into the waiting area where Aang was seated. “I wonder if my true love will give me a rare flower.”

“Good luck with that,” Aang chipped in, able to hear the conversation the two women were having.

The woman in the lime green dress spotted Aang, smiling at the man. Her attention turned to Meng, cupping her right hand to whisper in the assistant’s ear. “Is that the big-eared, hung guy who Aunt Wu predicted you’d marry?”

Meng blushed at the question, pushing the customer off, ushering her towards the door. She turned, eyes fixated on Aang as she walked slowly but surely forward with the tray.

You will marry a man with the biggest ears you’ve ever seen on a human! And he’ll be hung too! Oh my, a dick you can measure in feet, not just inches! And you’ll put that tool to good use, so many babies I see in your future!

Aunt Wu’s prediction ran through Meng’s mind, repeating over and over. Her nipples were stiff under her thin dress, drooling at the thought of what Aang tasted like, felt like. The long robe caught under Meng’s feet, sending the assistant tumbling face-first into the monk that she had been eyeing down. The tray with the curd puffs and even some tea was flung into the air. Aang snapped to attention, throwing himself backwards to catch the tray, leaving his crotch completely exposed. Meng’s head landed with a rough thud in his lap, just shy of Aang’s ball sack and actual damage. A quick flick of Aang’s wrist sent a small air column up, cushioning the landing of the tray and keeping everything from spilling.

Meng could feel Aang’s balls through the gi on the side of her head that had impacted him.

Fuck She moaned silently I think I can hear his balls producing cum. There’s so much! I wonder if that’s why the girl next to him looks pregnant. Is it a kid or just a lot of cum?

Her face was mere inches from Aang’s dick, still flaccid and stuck down his left pant leg. Her tongue began to exit her mouth, desperate for a taste. She pulled her tongue back, trying not to seem strange by licking the fabric that sat upon it. She pulled herself up, not so subtly putting her hand on Aang’s thigh as she pushed herself up, gripping his dick tightly. Aang leaned forward, still holding the tray as their eyes met. Aang blushed at the touch whilst Meng blushed at his gaze.

“Uhh … enjoy your snack,” She said, quite flustered. She scampered away, off into the back room. Aang was stunned by the display.

She grabbed my dick? Man, she really wants it He thought. He glanced down, finding the tray was gone from his hands. To his left, Sokka was enjoying his snack, munching on handful after handful of curds.

“Welcome, young travellers,” A voice called. “Now, who’s next?”

All three looked up to find a woman they could only assume was Aunt Wu before them. She seemed to be in her late fifties. Black hair turning grey was kept high and tight on her head, with a golden headpiece for an accent. Her eyes and lips were covered in deep make-up, heavy purples around piercing golden eyes and full red lips. Her body was covered in a thick robe of golden and orange, though it clung tightly to her curvy figure, showing her body had not yet lost its war with time, and in fact seemed to be winning. She seemed as strangely ageless as the man standing guard over her place of business. Both Sokka and Aang couldn’t help the stirring in their pants, whilst Katara let out a haughty gasp. Both men adjusted themselves, trying to cover their arousal.

“I guess that’s me,” Katara stated, standing up, cum sloshing in her stomach. Her tunic fell open, exposing her round gut and fat tits. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” The Water Tribe bimbo blushed in embarrassment, quickly trying to, for once, cover her body.

Aunt Wu put a hand up, “No worries, you’d need to remove those robes for the reading anyway. Come, let’s get started.”

The two curvy women disappeared into the back, leaving Aang and Sokka alone. The Monk’s mind was alight with a thousand thoughts of Katara, the assistant Meng, and much more. They were quickly interrupted by Sokka’s munching, loudly scarfing down handful after handful still.

“Not bad, not bad,” Sokka said to himself as he ate faster. After a moment, he looked over at the Monk, offering him the bowl with both hands and an enthusiastic smile.

“I’m good on puffs,” Aang replied, pushing the bowl away slowly. Sokka shrugged, bringing the bowl back over to himself.

“So…” Aang continued. “What do you think they’re talking about back there?” He scratched the back of his head, staring at the back area.

“Boring stuff, I’m sure,” Sokka replied, inspecting one of the tea cups. “Love, who she’s gonna marry, how many babies she’s gonna have. Who she’s gonna fuck tomorrow, who she’s gonna fuck today.” He took a heavy sip of the tea.

“Yeah, dumb stuff like that,” He said, his heart racing.

Fuck, I gotta know Aang realised.

“Well, I gotta find a bathroom!” Aang exclaimed, almost leaping from the cushion he was on. Sokka quickly took the extra space, lying down across the cushion Aang had been on as he continued to munch. Momo quickly swooped in, grabbing the bowl of puffs and scampering off before Sokka could notice.

Aang wandered into the back room, moving as quietly as he could. He used Airbending to cushion each footfall, making him audibly invisible as he searched the back area.

They’ve got to be back here somewhere he thought as he searched I think they went left

“Your thighs are so smooth,” He heard Aunt Wu’s voice. “Do you use moisturiser?”

Jackpot! Aang turned towards the door to his left, opening it slightly to peer inside. Both women were completely nude, kneeling in front of one another as fingers traced and explored each other’s bodies.

“Actually, I have this special seaweed lotion I mix with cum,” Katara replied, smiling. “I could get you some if you want, though you’re just as smooth as me.”

“Oh, I might just have to take you up on that. Whose cum is it, may I ask? I saw you with two boys,” Aunt Wu noted as her fingers plucked at Katara’s perky nipples.

Katara let out a subtle moan, “Oh … both, it used to be just Aang, but now that I started fucking Sokka too, it's better for the blend. So, do you see anything in my love lines?”

“Tracing your gorgeous skin sadly isn’t enough to see the future,” Aunt Wu replied. “We’ll both need to achieve orgasm for me to get that.”

She leaned back, opening her thick thighs up for Katara. The Water Tribe Bimbo licked her lips. The fortuneteller truly had the body of a woman nearly twenty years younger, tight and sexy, with only a subtle hint of age that somehow made her sexier.

“I’ve never done something with a girl before,” Katara noted.

“Not a girl, a woman,” Aunt Wu replied. “Just do what those men do to you. I assume they eat you out or finger you.”

Katara nodded, smiling, “Okay.”

She leaned forward, burying her face in Aunt Wu’s cunt. The fortuneteller shuddered, her hand going to the back of Katara’s head, long painted fingernails scratching her scalp through the hair. Aang felt his cock twitch as he heard the wet slurping as Katara’s tongue lapped at Aunt Wu’s tight cunt.

Fuck, she must have sex with everyone she sees Katara realised I can taste some cum in her twat

This only encouraged the Water Tribe bimbo further, pushing her tongue further into Aunt Wu’s waiting entrance, desperate for more of the leftover cum inside. One of Aunt Wu’s hands went to her own breast. They were massive, the size of Katara’s, Aang thought. She rubbed, massaged and kneaded her massive tit, bringing the nipple up to her own mouth to suck on it.

“I see a great romance for you, the man you’re going to marry,” She moaned out. “Deeper, lick my clit!”

Katara did as she was ordered, working the older woman’s body over with her own. The Fortuneteller began to grind herself into Katara’s face, thrusting against her tongue like it was a mini-cock. Katara’s own twat was leaking onto the floor of Aunt Wu’s chamber, creating a puddle between her thick brown thighs. The Water Tribe bimbo rubbed them together, trying to alleviate some of the tension she was feeling. Her cum-stuffed gut was now squishing with her fat tits against the floor, causing the cum to start to flow again, leaking out of her asshole. Aunt Wu opened her eyes, spotting this.

“Oh, to be that young again,” She said. “To be able to hold as much cum as that.” Her hand left her massive tit, reaching down to spank Katara’s fat ass, earning a moan from the Water Tribe whore. The Aunt’s fingers were now covered in a splatter of a mix of Sokka and Aang’s cum, the real goal of her spank. Aunt Wu quickly slipped those fingers into her mouth, sucking the cum off of them.

“Ahh, a divine taste, you lucky girl, two amazing cocks filled with such tasty cum. And from the looks of it, draining them is a full-time job for you,” She moaned.

“Mmmh,” Katara moaned. “I’m rarely without a cock in one of my holes. But, tell me more!”

“I’m close, I can see,” Aunt Wu shuddered, reaching down for more of the cum mix leaking from Katara’s ass. “I can see that he is a very powerful bender.”

Aang’s cock was now full mast, completely erect. It lightly tapped the door frame, but both of the girls were too far gone in the embrace of one another. The monk smirked to himself in his own satisfaction at the news. He leapt into the air, silently cheering as he floated back down to the floor.

Yes! Perfect, see Aang, nothing to fear! He breathed a sigh of relief.

He landed with a light touch on the floor. Quickly, he sensed eyes on him. He turned to find Meng standing in the doorway. He raised an eyebrow in confusion at her presence, silently hoping she wouldn’t say anything.

The assistant reached up for the sash around her robe, undoing it slowly. She raised her hand, gesturing for Aang to follow as she retreated into the back room.

Wouldn’t mind a victory lap. After all, if I’m destined for Katara, this fling means nothing the monk reasoned, wanting to rid himself of his erection before he went back. He followed Meng into the back room quickly, shutting the door behind him.

The assistant was sitting upon a table in the middle of a room similar to the one out front, though this one had more pillows arranged like a pleasure house around the table.

“Is this place a brothel?” Aang asked.

“Used to be before Aunt Wu bought it,” Meng replied. Her pink robe was playfully falling off her shoulder. “Want to give this place a trip down memory lane? It’s a crime that a gorgeous cock like that has to stay under clothes.”

“You haven’t even seen it,” Aang replied, beginning to undo his gi and tunic.

“And that’s even more of a crime,” Meng replied. She stood up from the table, tossing her robe to the ground. The woman was left in just a tight pink thong, a damp spot on her core. Her perky breasts were capped by stiff nipples. She breathed a haggard breath as Aang tossed his top aside, revealing his scarred and cut torso. She noted the two especially egregious wounds on his shoulders, wondering about the story behind them.

He’s an adventurer, clearly, oh, I can’t wait to hear all his stories while I suck his cock She thought, licking her lips. A mewling moan followed this as Aang dropped his pants to the ground, letting his fat, heavy cock sway and swing like a pendulum between his athletic legs. Two half-empty balls sat in a puffy sack behind the cock as thick as her arm. It was already quite engorged, throbbing with a pulse in tandem with his heartbeat.

“I was right,” Meng noted. “Big cock.”

Aang held his erection with both hands, crossing the room over to his partner. Meng reached down, practically throwing her pink thong to the ground to reveal her pristine cunt. There was a small tuft of a bush, well trimmed and maintained, a decoration above her cunt. She got back up on the table, spreading her legs wide for Aang. The Avatar reached her, releasing his cock to let it rest upon her chest. Meng let out an exhale at the impact of the weight upon her chest, feeling the log of meat and blood impact her with a heavy thud. She looked down, shuddering in anticipation. His fat, swollen cock head was resting between her tits. Pre-cum was leaking from the tip, drooling onto her chest plate.

“Yummy,” She hissed. “Now hurry up and fuck me!”

Aang’s fingers coiled around his dick again, lifting it up and away from Meng. He shuffled backwards, giving his massive dick room to play with. The massive cock head came down and pressed against her tight entrance. The piss-slit of his dick head kissed her lower lips, spitting some pre-cum into her cunt.

Fuck, I can feel his heartbeat through the cock head Meng thought. Her entire body was flush with arousal, feeling warm despite being completely nude. Aang’s hands left his dick, grabbing her curvy hips. His fingers sank into her fleshy skin, anchoring himself to her. He thrust forward, and her cunt swallowed inch after inch of his dick with ease.

“Ohhhhh!” Meng exclaimed, her legs wrapped around Aang, cunt clenching on his dick as he plunged into her. Her head was thrown back, tongue leaping into the air as her eyes went cross-eyed.

Aunt Wu was right! I’ll never want another dick once my pussy tastes how good his big cock is~! She thought as her body swam in an ocean of ecstasy, A bulge was snaking its way up her body, pushing further and further into her soaking cunt. Aang winced as he continued to burrow inside her. She was tight and getting tighter by the moment, her orgasm building quickly, he realised.

She cums super easily Aang noted She’s probably gonna get overstimulated before I finish!

The idea of that only made Aang’s cock more excited, bucking inside her and sending Meng careening over the edge of her first orgasm.

“I’m cumming,” She moaned. A spray of squirt leapt from her cunt, soaking Aang’s front as he continued to force more and more of himself into her. Aang gripped hard on her thighs, trying to keep the tightness of her cunt from forcing him back out. But finally, with another seven inches to go, Aang could not get any further inside of her; she was too tight to continue. His bulbous cock head was underneath her chest plate, forcing the air out of her lungs. He didn’t want to pull back as he worried she was now too tight to get back any ground he would give up. Instead, he held his ground, waiting for her body-shaking orgasm to pass.

Meng’s hands were gripping hard into the wooden table she was leaning on. Sweat soaked her entire body, haggard breath drawn into her body.

“That was … oh, so good,” Meng moaned. “Keep going, fuck me with that amazing dick!”

Aang thrust hard into her, burying the last of himself in her. She shook again, body rocked by yet another orgasm. Aang, however, didn’t wait this time, settling into a healthy rhythm as he thrust hard into her, only spurring on and amplifying the cloud-nine orgasm Meng was having. Her eyes rolled far into her head - hearing and sight cutting out as her brain switched off all non-critical functions to deal with the overload of stimulation rising through her nervous system. The skin on her hands stretched taut over knuckles as she gripped hard into the wooden table. She was not a particularly strong girl, but seemed likely to shatter the table if her grip didn’t loosen.

Aang’s dick was beginning to feel a bit sore at its base. Having pleasured Katara for several hours that morning, and now to be active again was leaving the Avatar feeling a bit overtaxed. But still, his orgasm was building steadily, the pleasure of Meng’s tight cunt pushing him onwards.

“Faster! Harder!” Her breathy demands could barely reach Aang’s ears as she moaned and mewled her way through another mind-crushing orgasm.

Aang did as she ordered, even as the pleasure began to rip her mind in two, he continued, harder and faster with every thrust. His balls groaned as they slapped against her thick thighs, gathering together what cum they could find for an orgasm. With a final thrust, his nuts contract, sending a surge of cum up through his cock and directly into Meng’s cunt. Her stomach bloated, nothing compared to Katara’s cum-stuffed belly, but enough to be noticeable. Aang held himself for a moment, letting the last of his cum explode from his dick into Meng.

He pulled a hand back from her hips, wiping the sweat from his brow. “Fuck, that was great,” He smiled, still riding the high of the perfect day he felt like he was having.

“Y-yeah,” Meng was panting heavily, barely able to keep her eyes open. “That was … perfect.”

Aang turned, paying the puddle of pleasure that Meng had become little mind as he redressed. She lay still, cum leaking from her cunt onto the table as the newly redressed Aang departed, still smiling widely.

I wonder if I’m pregnant Meng though I hope so

Sokka was sitting, picking his teeth as Aang reappeared, smiling and strutting.

“Looks like someone had a pretty good bathroom break,” He joked. Aang stopped dead in his tracks, heartbeat hard in his ears. For a moment, he feared Sokka knew what he had done.

“Yeah,” His voice cracked, “When I was in ther-”

Sokka’s hand shot up. “I don’t even wanna know!”

“Who’s next?”

Both men looked over to see Aunt Wu and Katara, both sweaty and redoing their tunics and robes. Katara’s stomach seemed less swollen as Aunt Wu wiped her mouth clean. Sokka rose from the pillow, stretching his legs.

“Okay, let’s get this over with,” Sokka grunted, rubbing his sore back.

“Your future is full of struggle and anguish, most of it self-inflicted,” Aunt Wu replied in an unimpressed tone.

The room fell silent for a moment. Sokka looked stunned. “But you didn’t read my palms or anything!”

“I don’t need to,” Aunt Wu replied. “I saw it when I tasted the cum you left in your sister. Your future is very potent.” 

Sokka seethed silently, picking at his teeth again. The busty mature woman pointed to Aang. “You there, come with me.”

Aunt Wu led Aang into the same back room he had seen her and Katara in earlier. He glanced down the hall to the closed door where he had left Meng not even a minute prior, wondering if she had passed out or was getting dressed. Aunt Wu ushered Aang inside the room, lit by red lanterns and candles like the waiting room.

“This is the most reliable method of telling your fortune,” Aunt Wu explained as she shut the door.

Her hands went to her robes, pulling them down to expose her tight, curvy form. Aang’s dick gave a sore throb, feeling its limits but knowing that it wanted to feel the older woman’s gorgeous form. Her cheekbones were sharp on her face, the only thing that betrayed her age aside from the greys in her hair. Her tits were perky with small, stiff nipples on her chest. Her cunt was pristine and tight, shaven clean with a massive, round butt and thick thighs behind it.

“We both need to achieve orgasm,” Aunt Wu continued. “I hope you don’t mind being with an older woman. Though from the looks of what’s under those breeches, you’re fine with it.”

Aang began to strip, shirt first, then pants. His massive cock was once again freed into the air. Aunt Wu could see the wet spots along his cock, too fresh to have been from the Water Tribe bimbo that she had just tasted.

“Ahhh, I see Meng has gotten to you,” Aunt Wu noted. “I taught that girl everything she knows when it comes to that stuff.”

“She needs to learn to hold her orgasms,” Aang noted. “She came the second I put it in.”

“That doesn’t sound like her,” Aunt Wu noted, taking a moment to think. “Oh … I see.”

The prophecy she had given Meng three years back came to Aunt Wu’s mind as she admired Aang’s thick, hard cock. One hand went to her mouth as she drew in a gasp, the other hand went to Aang’s dick, wrapping around the turgid shaft. Like most women, the fortuneteller was unable to wrap her fingers all the way around.

“So thick and heavy, it must be difficult for you to get around with something this big weighing you down,” She cooed. “Good thing you have that cum dump to empty yourself into. A heavy dick is one thing, but heavy balls? I could never imagine.”

She sank to her knees, running both her hands along Aang’s shaft. The Avatar shuddered as his sore dick bucked and flexed in her hand. “So hot too, I can feel the heat it’s giving off. And the smell,” Aunt Wu drew in a heavy breath through her nose. “Oh, I am already starting to get a vision of your future. I just need a bit more …”

Her voice trailed off as her mouth opened. The older woman shocked Aang as she plunged forward, swallowing down over half of his dick in what he swore was a mere second. Her long tongue snaked out, licking the underside of what she had not put in her mouth, whilst one hand reached out to caress his nut sack.

Such little cum left Aunt Wu realised as she massaged his sack Hopefully enough to see something with though. I couldn’t get anything from what I tasted in that girl; her brother’s future was too clear~

She let out a moan as she continued to swallow down Aang. Her free hand went to her own cunt, dripping with arousal. Three fingers went inside whilst her thumb began to work her clit, coaxing her to a quick orgasm. Aang began to thrust into Aunt Wu’s mouth, finding not a hint of resistance or gagging from her.

Damn, she’s even better than Katara Aang thought. His balls were sore, feeling quite empty, but he kept thrusting, feeling another orgasm building quickly. His dick seemed to want to get this over quickly so it could get a break. He had gone from having overly stuffed balls to near-empty ones in less than an hour; it was taking its toll. Aunt Wu let out another moan, vibrating her throat around Aang’s dick as it dipped into her stomach.

Aunt Wu’s tight cunt was dripping onto her fingers, pooling on the floor, her own orgasm approaching. Aang’s ball sack began slapping against her chin and throat as her lips reached his base. Aang grunted hard, wincing as the very last of his cum shot up through his dick into Aunt Wu’s stomach. The fortuneteller reached her own orgasm as well, spraying a torrent of squirt onto the floor. The future flashed before her eyes. She screamed around Aang’s dick in shock, eyes wide in surprise at what she saw. Her mouth ripped from Aang’s cock. A hand went to her throat, coughing and spluttering as cum, pre-cum and spittle flew through the air, raining down on Aunt Wu and drenching her.

“Oh my,” Aunt Wu retched, one hand on her throat, one on her head. “Your destiny! … This is incredible … You will be involved in a great battle! An awesome conflict between forces of good and evil! A battle whose outcome will determine the fate of the whole world!”

Aang let out a sigh, his fully soft cock hanging between his legs, slick with the fortuneteller’s spit. “Yeah, yeah, I knew that already,” sighed Aang. “But did it say anything about a girl?”

Aunt Wu gave a perplexed look, utterly stunned by the Monk’s statement. “A girl?” She repeated in shock. “You want to know about love?”

“Yes!” Aang said in his usual enthusiastic way.

Aunt Wu looked down at the floor. “I’m sorry, but I didn’t see anything.”

Aang let out a dejected grunt. He turned away, starting to get redressed.

This poor kid Aunt Wu thought, watching him pull his breeches on, He loves that cum slut. She cares for him, too. I know!

Aunt Wu scooped up some of the cum that had landed on her massive tits, tasting the delicious load and smacking her lips. “I must have missed something,” She said, swishing the taste around in her mouth. “It says … follow your heart, and you will be with the one you love.”

“Really!” Aang exclaimed. “Thank you, Aunt Wu!”

He raced from the room to reunite with his friends. Aunt Wu shook her head, rubbing her temple.

Who are these kids? She wondered, scooping some more of Aang’s cum from her tits into her mouth.

The trio were ushered out of Aunt Wu’s establishment and out onto the street, where Appa was waiting for them. Aang and Katara were both basking in the afterglow of their orgasms. Sokka, meanwhile, seemed moodier than usual.

“Well, now you got to see for yourselves that fortunetelling is just a big stupid hoax,” he declared.

“You’re just saying that because you’re gonna make yourself unhappy your whole life,” Katara replied smugly, crossing her arms in front of her massive tits and cum-bloated stomach.

“That woman is crazy!” Sokka replied angrily, hands clenching into fists. “My life will be calm and happy and joyful!”

Sokka kicked a rock at his feet angrily, sending it flying through the air. It ricocheted off a nearby sign, flinging back into the side of Sokka’s head with enough force to send the Water Tribe warrior to the ground, tears welling in his eyes from the pain.

“That doesn’t prove anything!” He declared, putting a hand in the air.

“Well, I liked my predictions,” Katara continued. “Certain things are gonna turn out very well.” She clasped her hands together, looking up at the clouds.

“They sure are,” Aang crossed his arms, smirking at Katara. The waterbender raised an eyebrow, looking the monk up and down.

“Why?” She inquired with an enthusiastic smile. “What did she tell you?”

“Some stuff,” Aang replied coyly. “You’ll find out.”

Katara and Aang walked off, grinning in satisfaction at their fortunes. As they walked through the town, they spotted a large group of villagers beginning to gather in the centre. All of them were staring up at the sky, at the mountain ahead of them that overlooked the village. There was a large gazebo in the middle of the centre, currently unoccupied.

“What’s with the sky?” Katara asked one of the locals as they approached.

“We’re waiting for Aunt Wu to come and read the clouds,” A man near them explained, not taking his eyes off the sky. “To predict the fate of the whole village.”

“That cloud kind of looks like a fluffy bunny,” Aang said, pointing into the air.

“You better hope that’s not a fluffy bunny,” The man crossed his arms, glaring at Aang. “The fluffy bunny cloud forecasts doom and destruction.”

“Do you even hear yourself?” Sokka asked the man.

“The cloud reading,” another woman cut in. “Will tell us if Mount Makapu will remain dormant for another year or if it will erupt.”

“We used to have a tradition once a year of going up the mountain to check the volcano ourselves,” The man began to explain. “But ever since Aunt Wu moved to the village twenty years ago, we have a tradition of not doing that.”

Sokka’s hands went to his hips indignantly. “I can’t believe you would trust your lives to that crazy woman’s superstitions!”

Katara hissed a shush at her brother, placing a hand on his shoulder. “She’s coming.”

All eyes turned to the foxy fortuneteller as she approached. Once again, her gorgeous, thick, mature body was hidden by layers and layers of robes. Behind her was the strange white-haired servant in his black gi. In Aunt Wu’s hands was a leather-bound book, well worn form the look of the pages. The townsfolk began cheering as she approached, clearing a path for her to the gazebo.

“Gonna do the reading nude again, Aunt Wu?” Jeered one man.

She chuckled, “No, not with the kids present,” She replied. “Though feel free to stop by for a reading after this is done.”

Aang chuckled at the exchange as Aunt Wu passed by.

“Hey, Aang,” The familiar voice of Meng was in his ear. He glanced at the girl, once again in her pink robes, directly to his right. “Don’t you think that cloud looks like a flower, huh?” She pointed high into the sky.

Aang followed her gesture, spotting the cloud in question. “Uhhh, sure, I guess.” He felt her hand brush against his soft cock. However, this time, he was too fucked to even get a twitch from his bitch-breaker. He pushed her away slightly, trying to convey his lack of interest in a round two.

“Hey, Katara,” He said, turning his head. “Don’t you think that cloud looks like a flower?”

Katara shushed Aang, turning her full attention to Aunt Wu as she opened her book upon the dias. The fortuneteller’s eyes went to the sky as she inhaled a deep breath, scanning the air above them.

“Bending arrow cloud,” The first one she spotted, checking her scroll. “Good crops this year, nice big harvest.” 

“Damn good news!” Cheered an older farmer, hugging his wife.

“Wavy moon-shape cloud,” Aunt Wu pondered aloud. “Let’s see … Gonna be a great year for twins.”

“YES!” Cheered an identical pair of boys.

“And a cumulus cloud with a twisty nub coming off the end of it,” She checked her charts again. “The village will not be destroyed by the volcano this year!”

Her arms went up with her final direction as the villagers cheered at the news.

Aang looked to Katara, staring in pure admiration at Aunt Wu.

“Hey, Katara … since I got you here, there’s something I want to tell you,” He scratched the back of his head. “Our little arrangement … I think I’d like to be more than fuck buddies with you.”

He looked at Katara, realising the Water Tribe girl had not heard a word he had said, staring with stars in her eyes at Aunt Wu. She sprinted off to go speak to the fortuneteller again, leaving Aang alone with Momo.

“Never mind,” He sighed.

Katara chased Aunt Wu all the way back to her building. She entered and knocked on the back door mere minutes after Aunt Wu had returned from her cloud reading. The older woman opened the door to find the busty bimbo waiting for her.

“Hi, Aunt Wu,” Katara greeted her, “Sorry to bother you.”

“Anytime,” The woman smiled.

“About this man I’m supposed to marry,” Katara smiled, “Is he gonna be handsome? Oh, I hope he has a big dick.”

“Ah, you want another reading,” Aunt Wu realised.

“Yes, please,” Katara replied.

The woman ushered Katara inside, beginning to undress. Katara did as well, her still swollen cum-gut sighing in relief as her tight tunic loosened.

Sokka and Aang made their way towards the village’s marketplace whilst Katara ran to get another reading. In typical Sokka fashion, he had declared that they needed to leave before nightfall. As such, he and Aang were looking to replenish their supplies, knowing they wouldn’t be able to stop until they were on the other side of the Fire Nation Colonies.

“I can’t believe all these saps,” Sokka grumbled as they walked through the crowds, all cheering and celebrating Aunt Wu’s prediction. “Someone really needs to scream some sense into them.”

“They seem happy, Sokka,” Aang countered.

“Not for long,” Sokka replied angrily. “I’m gonna prove Aunt Wu’s predictions are nonsense.”

His eyes darted to the right, spotting a man nearby. He was dressed in a light blue set of tunic, breeches and robes, with bright red shoes. They clashed wildly. Sokka leapt to him, grabbing the man’s arms. He seemed taken aback by the Water Tribe warrior’s sudden grasp.

“Hey, You!” Sokka snapped. “I bet Aunt Wu told you to wear those red shoes. Didn’t she?”

“Yeah,” The man smiled, relaxing a bit as Sokka backed off. “She said I’d be wearing red shoes when I met my true love.”

“Uh-huh,” Sokka sarcastically put his hand to his chin. “And how many times have you worn those shoes since you got that fortune?”

“Every day,” The red-shoed man replied.

“Then of course it’s gonna come true!” Sokka exclaimed in frustration.

“Really? You think so?” The man smiled, taking Sokka’s hand. He turned, cheering with both hands in the air. “I’m so excited!”

Sokka kicked another rock in frustration, sending it flying down the alley. This one collided with a nearby Duck-Turkey, which promptly came over to exact revenge upon Sokka, forcing the warrior to the ground with its pecking and screaming as it landed on his neck.

Aunt Wu panted wildly, putting a hand to her head. Fuck, I haven’t had this many orgasms since I opened this place. I don’t have the stamina I did when I was twenty anymore She thought, looking at Katara Though someone does 

Katara was basking in the afterglow of what realistically could have been her fiftieth orgasm of the day.

“So, is that enough information for you?” Aunt Wu asked, trying to catch her breath.

Katara licked the last of the cum that had leaked from her, her stomach finally flat again, split between herself and Aunt Wu during their three-hour fuckfest.

“Wow,” Katara panted, “Thanks, Aunt Wu.” The Waterbender rose, throwing her tunic on. Just as she finished tying it off, she turned back “Oh wait, one more thing. How warmly should I dress tomorrow?”

“You don’t wear pants,” Aunt Wu replied flatly.

“I don’t care what Aunt Wu told you!” Sokka screamed, gripping his forehead with both hands. “You have to take a bath sometime!”

The man covered in grime and dirt merely chuckled and walked off, unbothered by Sokka’s frustrations. Aang let out a sigh, finally over watching Sokka fail to speak to any of the people in the village.

“So, Sokka,” the nomad began. “You know some stuff about ladies, right?”

Sokka turned to his friend, raising his eyebrow, “Some stuff?” He chuckled, throwing his arm around Aang and pulling him close. “You’ve come to the right place. What can I do you for?”

“Well, there’s this girl,” Aang shrugged, his voice trailing off.

Sokka looked past Aang, spotting a familiar pink shadow. Meng was across the way, staring at the duo from behind a barrel.

Really? Her … ehhh, I’m not one to judge, I suppose Sokka thought.

“I think I know who you mean,” He said to Aang.

“You do?” Aang questioned. “And you’re okay with it?”

I figured Sokka would go back to being pissed about not having someone to cum in Aang thought.

“Of course I am,” Sokka said. “And to tell you the truth, I’ve been picking up a subtle vibe that she likes you, too.”

Sokka once again put his attention on Aang to Meng, who was currently flashing them both her bust.

“She does?” Aang beamed.

“Oh yeah,” Sokka replied, “She’s crazy about you. All you have to do now is not mess it up.”

Aang raised an eyebrow as Sokka pointed at his chest. “Well, how do I do that?”

“The number one mistake nice guys like you make - being too nice,” Sokka explained, shaking his head.

“You can be too nice?” Aang asked.

“Yup,” Sokka nodded. “If you want to keep her interested, you have to act aloof, like you don’t really care one way or the other.”

“Well … okay,” Aang said, scratching the back of his head.

Meng, robes now once again covering her chest, sauntered over, hands behind her back. “Hey, Aang, I was wonderin-”

Aang had not heard the young assistant. Instead, he waved to Sokka, wandering off. “See you later.”

Meng’s heart dropped into her chest as she watched the bald man walk away. Sokka was equally stunned. “Damn, that guy is good.” He said impressively, stroking the stubble on his chin.

“And you’ll be fine as long as you’ve got a scarf,” Aunt Wu said as she pushed Katara out the exit of her shop. “Bye-bye now.”

“Okay, okay, but one more thing,” Katara pleaded, turning to the woman. Aunt Wu sighed, rubbing her temple.

“Alright, what is it?” She asked.

“Should I eat a mango or a papaya for breakfast tomorrow?” Katara asked, smiling.

“Papaya,” Aunt Wu replied. And with that, she shut the door.

Katara turned, kicking the dirt at her feet, “Oh … I hate papaya.”

“Oh, hey, Katara,” Aang called. He was relaxing against the building that the Water Tribe bimbo had just been kicked out of. “I didn’t see you there.”

Katara, feeling quite dejected, simply walked off, “Hey, Aang.”

“That’s okay,” Aang called after her, frowning at her equal disinterest in him. “I’m busy with my own stuff.”

For a moment, he was alone. A Duck-Turkey landed nearby, quacking at him.

Man, is it supposed to go both ways? Aang wondered.

Katara made her way to the nearby market. The same one where Sokka was still trying to disprove Aunt Wu. Ignoring her brother’s antics, she made her way to a food vendor.

She let out a sigh, “Papaya, please,” She requested reluctantly.

“So, papaya,” Aang noted as he strutted over, arching his back and letting his arms dangle in an awkward position. Momo chittered from her perch on his shoulder.

“Uh-huh,” Katara replied, barely phased by Aang’s strangeness now, “Would you like some?”

“You know me,” Aang replied in a tired tone, reaching for an apple. “I don’t really care what I eat.”

That’s not true … you’re a vegetarian Katara thought to herself, but didn’t say it. Instead, she simply shrugged and left.

“Okay then, see you later,” She said.

Once she was gone, Aang spat what he was chewing on the ground.

“Maybe aloof isn’t my style,” He commented to himself.

“Oh, a Panda Lily!” A woman nearby cheered. Aang turned to spot the woman from earlier, who had gotten her reading from Aunt Wu before they showed up.

Aang perked up, watching as the young couple embraced in a deep hug. He looked at Momo, smiling. “Did you see that?”

He sprinted over to the couple, waving his hand. “Excuse me, where can a guy find one of those?!” He pointed to the beautiful black and white flower. 

“I can’t believe you’re dragging me all the way up here for a stupid flower,” Sokka complained loudly as he and Aang scaled the mountain. Such a task was easy for the airbender, leaping from stone to stone several dozen feet at a time. His staff was in hand, having brought it as a walking stick, though he was not using it as such. Sokka’s natural athleticism was helping him keep up, but every leap for Aang was three boulders to scale for the warrior.

“Not just any flower,” Aang replied, turning to Sokka. “A Panda Lily. I’ve seen it in action and boy, does it work.”

“Flowers are fine, once you’re married,” Sokka replied. “But at this early stage, it’s critical that you maintain maximum aloofness.”

“But my heart is telling me to get this flower,” Aang replied. “And Aunt Wu said if I trusted my heart, I would be with the one I love.”

“What?” Sokka exclaimed in shock. “Don’t tell me you believe in that stuff, too.”

“Well,” Aang shrugged. “Aunt Wu hasn’t been wrong yet. Why should she be wrong about love?”

Aang turned, leaping away as Sokka began to scale the area he had been standing on. After another minute of climbing, Aang spotted them.

“There!” He pointed. “On the rim!”

He sprinted up, reaching the top as he plucked the flower. His grip went slack, dropping the flower as the heat and light of what was before him overwhelmed him for a moment. Smokeless lava, sitting in the basin of the volcano;  bubbling and boiling.

“Oh no …” Aang gasped as Sokka climbed up behind him. “Aunt Wu was wrong.” The Panda Lily fell into the lava below, burning up instantly.

“Those people all think they’re safe,” Sokka realised, crouching down to examine the lava flow. “We’ve got to warn them!”

“There’s no time to walk!” Aang exclaimed, unfurling his staff. “Grab on!” He pulled Sokka to his feet, turning their backs to the volcano. Sokka screamed as they jumped into the air, clinging tightly to Aang’s back as the Airbender tucked himself up into the glider awkwardly. It took a great deal of concentration from Aang to keep them afloat, but they glided to the village with ease.

“We have to find Katara,” Sokka said.

“I think I know where she is!” Aang replied.

Sure enough,  Aang was right. Katara was standing, glaring at the entrance to Aunt Wu’s place of work.

“Hi, Katara,” Aang greeted her.

“Can you believe she won’t let me in!” Katara exclaimed angrily. “And after all the business I’ve given her?”

“But she doesn’t even charge,” Aang counted.

“Well then, how about all the orgasms? I’ve been getting her off all day!” Katara protested.

“Well, we have other things to worry about,” Sokka cut in. “Aunt Wu was wrong about the volcano.”

“Sokka, you tried to convince me she was wrong before,” Katara countered in a soft tone. “It’s gonna take an awful lot to change my-”

Her words were cut off as the entire ground was rocked by shaking, whilst their ears were assaulted by a heavy boom. Their eyes went up to the peak of the mountain, a large cloud of brown smoke escaping into the air.

“Oh no,” Katara gasped.

The trio sprinted to the village square. Aang and Sokka filled Katara in on exactly what they had seen as they went. To their horror, life was continuing as normal, people strolling and speaking and selling and laughing, Katara and Aang even looked up at the volcano again to make sure it was still billowing smoke, and they had not been mistaken. Sokka cupped his hands around his mouth as he spoke.

“Everyone!” He called. “That volcano is gonna blow any second! Aunt Wu was wrong!”

All the villagers in the square came to a halt, looking at Sokka. One woman scoffed and smiled. “Yeah, yeah, we know you don’t believe in Aunt Wu mister science-and-reason-lover.”

Sokka grunted in anger. His sister put a hand out, tempering him as she stepped in front of him. “If you won’t listen to him, maybe you’ll listen to me. I want to believe Aunt Wu and her predictions as much as you do, but my brother and Aang saw the lava with their own eyes.”

“Well, I heard Aunt Wu’s prediction with my own ears,” replied the same man from earlier in the day, stepping forward from the group.

Aang pushed himself up onto the nearby rooftop with some Airbending. The action got everyone’s attention, as Aang had intended. “Please listen to us!” He pleaded. “You are all in danger! And we have to get out of here! You can’t rely on Aunt Wu’s predictions! You have to take fate into your own hands!”

Another rumble rocked the square, another boom in their ears. Sokka pointed up as the volcano spewed more smoke. “Look! Can your fortunetelling explain that?!”

The red-shoed man, who was standing next to Sokka, scoffed, turning to him. “Can your science explain why it rains?”

“Yes!” Sokka exclaimed angrily. “Yes, it can!”

With that, the townsfolk began to disperse, uninterested in listening to the trio, and returned to their daily routines. Aang came down from the rooftop, equally as frustrated as the other two.

“They just won’t listen to reason,” Katara noted.

“But they will listen to Aunt Wu,” Aang added.

“I know, that’s the problem,” Sokka lamented.

“Well, it’s about to become the solution,” Aang replied. “We’re taking fate into our own hands. First, I need to borrow Aunt Wu’s cloud reading book.”

Katara and Sokka were standing guard in front of Aunt Wu’s building. The strange white-haired man had disappeared, it seemed, leaving the front totally unguarded. Aang leapt up to the roof, then entered through an open window. He and Momo made their way down to Aunt Wu’s inner room were she had fucked Aang and Katara earlier. He began poring through the items inside, searching for the cloud-reading book.

Where is it? He wondered.

Momo chittered as she searched. Aang shushed her. He crouched in front of a cabinet with a mirror on it. “We don’t want anyone to hear us.”

He rose, jumping as he spotted the reflection of Meng in the mirror. He turned quickly to confirm her presence. Her pink robe was open again, exposing her mocha skin, her good-sized chest, curvy hips, and pink thong. She was smiling widely.

“Oh, I didn’t see you there,” Aang said nervously.

“Hi, Aang,” She greeted with a smile. “Cum back to see me?”

“Uhh…” Aang’s voice trailed off.

“Aunt Wu told me you’d come,” She said. “I’ve been dreaming of this day for years.”

“This day?” Aang asked.

“She told me about the man I’d marry. A man with big ears … and other big things,” She purred. Her hand went forward, pulling at the hem of Aang’s breeches. His half-hard cock flopped out. The assistant girl licked her lips, remember its feeling from earlier in the day. Aang’s balls had finally replenished some of their reserves, and the soreness was gone; it began to swell with arousal.

“I’m sorry, Meng,” Aang protested, looking nervously towards the door, hoping no one else was home. “But you’ve got the wrong guy! I’m supposed to marry someone else.”

“Nope,” Meng licked her lips again. “Aunt Wu said that I’d marry a man with a huge dick! And I think you might have the biggest one in the world! We’re gonna make so many babies, Aang. Let’s get started now!”

Aang chuckled nervously, “I-… I … The nomads always sai-”

“Nomads?” Meng asked as she began to stroke his cock.

“The Air Nomads,” Aang replied, “I’m an Airbender.”

“Oh, a bender!” Meng bit her lower lip. “I can help you rebuild their population.”

Aang moaned as her hand began to massage his balls, encouraging them onwards in their production. Meng’s mouth opened wide as Aang’s full erection sprang up to attention. She swallowed his thick head, bulging her cheeks. The smell hit her nose, sending her head swimming. Aang shuddered as he felt the hot, wet mouth of Meng seal around his dick. Hands danced through the air, fingers unsure of where to go. Meng’s mouth swallowed more, his cock head sliding into the back of her throat, bulging her windpipe. Aang’s hand eventually found their way to Meng’s massive pigtails, sticking out on either side of her head like reins on a saddle. He pulled hard, thrusting his massive dick down to the base in her mouth. Teeth gritted as his cock’s head ran all the way down her throat and into her stomach. He pulled back before thrusting in again.

“Glrrk, glrrk,” Meng’s throat bucked and swelled as Aang’s fat pipe continued to violate her oral cavity. Her pink thong was soaked entirely through, her scalp stinging from how roughly he was holding her hair.

“Fuck,” Aang exclaimed, thrusting harder and harder. Meng’s hands clasped Aang’s thighs, trying to stabilise herself; her eyes were wide as dinner plates, tears streaming down from the lack of oxygen.

Cum in my stomach Meng silently pleaded in her mouth I want to taste it! I want to be addicted to the taste! 

Aang’s ball sack slapped at Meng’s chin with each hit, threatening to leave a bruise. The sack contracted, draining half of the cum inside it into hisdick and then into Meng’s stomach. One hand left Aang’s legs to clutch her swelling stomach. Bubbles of spittle rolled from under Meng’s lips, still sealed entirely around Aang’s cock. They popped to the sound of the low moan of Meng as her cunt clenched through a small orgasm. Bodies swam in pools of ecstasy as Aang’s hard cock ripped itself from Meng’s throat, tossing pre-cum and spit through the air. It was standing to attention on Aang’s body, levelled at Meng.

“Fuck,” Meng retched, wiping her throat. “You sure know how to use that thing.”

“Y-yeah,” Aang chuckled, scratching the back of his head. “L-listen, Meng, do you know where Aunt Wu keeps her cloud reading book? If you tell me, I’ll fuck your pussy again.”

Meng blinked in confusion. “Don’t you want to fuck me?”

“I mean, yeah, but I’ve got a few other things going on,” Aang replied,

Meng’s face ran with sadness. The Avatar raised a confused eyebrow as the assistant covered her body slightly with her draping pink robe. “You don’t like me, do you?”

“Of course, I like you,” Aang’s tone was confused. “My dick wouldn’t be hard if I didn’t.”

“But not the way I like you,” Meng said with a sigh, looking down at the floor.

“Oh,” Aang was stunned for a moment by her statement. “I guess not.”

“It’s okay,” Meng lied. “It’s just really hard when you like someone, but they don’t think of you that way.”

“I know what you mean,” Aang said, his mind running to Katara.

“She’s beautiful, by the way,” Meng seemed to sense what Aang was thinking. The monk blushed in confusion, raising an eyebrow.

“That Water Tribe slut,” Meng continued. “I can see why you like her so much. She’s sweet, she’s a bender, her rack is insane, and her hair seems so manageable.” Meng pulled on her wiry pigtails, wrestling them downwards as she patted hard to make her point.

“Don’t worry,” Aang said, “You’ll meet a great guy who’s gonna completely fall for you. I know it.”

Aang closed the distance between them, putting his hands on her shoulders, his hard cock poking her in the lower stomach, right around her womb.

“Thanks,” Meng smiled. Her hand went behind her back, rummaging around her loose robe. A moment later, she produced the cloud book Aang had been searching for, handing it to Aang. “Here, I grabbed it before you came in … I’ve kinda been stalking you.”

“Oh, thanks … I guess,” Aang blushed.

He looked her nude body up and down one more time. His eyes stopped at the damp spot on her thong. His hard cock, coated in her saliva, bucked, encouraging his line of thought.

“Get on all fours and take your thong off,” Aang said sternly, placing the cloud book down on the dresser. His hands went to his hard cock, gripping it with both hands. “I’m not parting ways on a down note.”

Meng squealed with excitement, stars in her eyes. In a flash, her robe was off, panties thrown to the side. She did as was requested, on her hands and knees. Aang was finally able to admire her from behind, noting that what she lacked in the chest department (which was admittedly not much), she more than made up for with her posterior.

How did I not notice this giant ass earlier? Aang wondered How did my cock not?

He shrugged it off, dropping to his own knees as he lined his swollen cock head up with Meng’s soaked cunt. She began to grind against him, trying to get him to stick it in faster. Aang thrust inwards finally, sending Meng into a squealing mess as her lips spread once again for Aang’s fat dick. Aang’s hands dug into Meng’s juicy, fat ass. The familiar hole parted, eagerly swallowing down over half of Aang’s cock easily. The Avatar shuddered as a wave of pleasure rippled out from his dick and balls across his form, running his skin to gooseflesh.

“Fuck, I can’t believe someone else in the world has a dick like this,” Meng moaned. “Aunt Wu said I’d marry a man with a huge penis!”

“My friend Sokka is about my size,” Aang noted. “They’re not as rare as you think, you just gotta really look!”

With that, he hilted himself hard into Meng, gripping tightly in her ass. Meng’s entire form surged forward on the ground, her tits swaying and bouncing beneath her form as her ass began to ripple from the impact of Aang’s pelvis. Sweat began to run down the bald man’s brow as his cock pistoned rhythmically in and out of Meng’s sopping wet pussy. Meng’s legs were going numb from pleasure as her body shook and bounced under the force of Aang’s thrusts.

“Harder,” She moaned. “Faster.” She began to fuck herself against Aang, thrusting backwards as he came forwards.

“I don’t think my pussy is ever gonna forget the feeling of this dick,” She cooed. “Husband or no, I want you to knock me up!”

Aang’s hand tensed at the vulgar request, almost enough hesitation to get him to stop, but his dick forced him onwards, thrusting back into her and hilting to its base, letting her pussy enjoy being stretched to its limits. His cock seemed to have a mind of its own, only spurred on by Meng’s lewd demands.

“Yes, that’s it, right there, flood my womb, drown my eggs in your cum,” She moaned, eyes clenched shut as she focused on the pleasure of Aang’s fat dick. She let out another mewling moan, saliva spiderwebbing in her mouth between her teeth, even the gapped one. Her front collapsed, arms giving out from the pleasure, leaving her numb.

“Mmmmmmdeeper,” She cooed. “All the way inside! I need it!”

Aang hilted himself again, finding the new angle much more ideal for penetration. He felt his nuts gurgle and grunt, prepare to release the last of what they had made.

Emptying my balls entirely twice in one day Aang reflected The monks were right, the women of the world weren’t ready for our natural gifts!

“Okay, then let’s do it,” Aang grunted, hilting himself inside Meng. His nuts shot the last of their load up through his dick. Meng’s vision went blank, her mind fried by the pleasure as her womb was once again flooded by Aang’s massive breeder stick. A puddle of drool formed next to her mouth as quite literally every last drop of cum that Aang had left in his balls was deposited into Meng’s eager womb.

His soft cock fell from her cum-stuffed pussy, leaking some overflow of his load. His entire cock was sore from the workout he had given it that day as he wiped the sweat from his brow. The Avatar rose, redressing and claiming the book.

“Thanks again, Meng!” He called, scampering away, leaving the freshly impregnated bitch behind.

Appa groaned as he banked through the air towards the heavy population of cumulonimbus clouds. Both of them were studying the diagram in the book Meng had provided.

“Clouds are made of air and water,” Aang had reasoned. “So between the two of us, we ought to be able to bend them into any shape we want to.”

“I found it!” Katara exclaimed, “The symbol for Volcanic Doom.”

She pointed at it. Both Aang and Katara quickly got to work.

On the ground, life in the village ground to a halt as everyone stared in disbelief at the seemingly unnatural way the clouds were moving. The villagers were quick to summon Aunt Wu. The Fortuneteller came, though quite reluctantly, even needing Sokka to usher her to the centre where she had done the cloud reading earlier.

“Aunt Wu, look!” He called as he pulled her by the wrist into the middle of the square. “Something’s happening in the clouds!”

“That’s very strange,” The older woman pondered to herself, her head rose to examine the sky. “It shoul- Oh my!”

Fear sent her veins to ice. The Fortuneteller was trembling before the sight before her. Her hands went to her mouth, covering it in fear. A skull-shaped cloud floated above, staring down at the whole village.

Katara and Aang quickly and discreetly returned to the ground. The villagers were calmed by Aunt Wu, affirming that her initial reading would come to pass. The Village would not be destroyed. Sokka, Aang and Katara were quick to rally everyone, calling a meeting in the centre of town.

“We could still save the village if we act fast,” Aang declared. “Sokka has a plan.”

He turned to the Water Tribe warrior, now standing alone on the dias. “Lava is gonna flow downhill to this spot. If we can dig a deep enough trench, we can channel all the lava away from the village to the river.”

“If any of you are Earthbenders, come with me,” Aang declared.

“I’m an Earthbender!” One of the twins from earlier in the day declared, raising his hand high.

“I’m not!” His twin cried, raising his hand and smiling.

“Everybody else, grab a shovel,” Sokka ordered, holding a spade over his head. The crowd gasped and began to panic as another pre-eruption rumble rocked the village. “Come on! We’ve got to hurry!”

It was just past dusk. The village had rallied well, spending the hour of sunset digging as quickly as they could. The earthbenders in the village admittedly did a majority of the work, compacting the trench quickly, working in teams under Aang’s supervision. Even Appa assisted, airlifting away the massive boulders that the inexperienced benders found themselves unable to move.

Katara and Sokka lead the non-benders in their digging efforts.

“It’s like a giant cock about to cum,” Katara mused, wiping the sweat from her brow as she and Sokka dug. “Rumbling, holding back its orgasm.”

“Can you please focus on the digging and not how aroused you are by a freakin’ mountain!” Sokka shouted, continuing to dig. A rumble hit the village, boiling, red-hot lava spewed over the lip, dribbling down the mountainside towards the ground in a dribble. “Dig faster! Dig faster!”

The Earthbender twin raced down the trench. He leapt into the air, slamming back down with a quick hand motion. The large bank of earth blocking the river collapsed, washing away and completely opening the trench to the river as Sokka planned.

That’ll have to do Sokka mused, looking back up as the volcano rumbled again, spraying more ash and hot rocks high into the air.

“Everyone needs to evacuate!” Aang shouted, using Airbending to project his voice. “We’ll come for you when it’s safe!”

The villagers quickly began to scramble from the trench, rushing further down the riverbank to safety.

A rain of ash overtook the village. Katara, Aang, and Sokka stood on the edge of their impromptu trench, watching as the lava spluttered and drooled down the side of the volcano towards the village. Like a slow-motion wave, it rolled through the fields beyond the village, lighting nearby trees and even the stone gate. The Water Tribe siblings recoiled as the lava poured into the trench. For a moment, all was calm. The trio fighting against the heat, burning the air in front of their faces. As their eyes adjusted, watering greatly, one thing became clear. The trench was filling fast.

“It’s too much,” Katara realised in horror, “It’s gonna overflow!”

A massive jet of ash and lava sprayed into the air as the volcano reached a new stage of eruption, spraying the burning liquid rock high into the air as it came crashing down to join the rest of the flow. Aang waved his hand, a silent signal, ordering his friends away. Sokka and Katara did as they were ordered, retreating further into the village.

Aang’s heart was beating wildly in his chest, fear rising through his body. The burning heat was causing him to sweat, but conviction steadied him, allowed him to push through. Massive rocks, chunks of stone, vaulted into the air by the eruption, crashed down into the lava flow, creating waves. A particularly large one landed right in front of Aang, sending a massive spray up into the air. A thin wave reaching around the entire trench.

The monk thought quickly, leaping into the air. His arms jerked backwards and forth, pooling air together and cooling it quickly. His fingers felt the sudden and severe temperature shock as the air went from over-boiling to below freezing in a second. The clouds around Aang circled; the sudden deportation of heat sent ripples through the atmosphere. Aang pulled the air behind him as he landed back down. His arms flung out each way in controlled strikes, battering the lava back with his freezing air. He arched his back, swallowing the air into his lungs, so cold he could feel it stinging his lungs. His torso leaned forward, and the monk breathed out, sending the chilling breath slamming into the wall of lava and along the entire ridge of the trench. The molten rock cooled instantly, stopping it all dead in its tracks, mid-crest of the wave. Some of the spikes measured several dozen feet high, but all the same, they froze and cooled to a dark black obsidian.

Aang relaxed, returning to a rest stance, trying to ignore the discomfort in his lungs and hands. Further down the path, Sokka and Katara stared in amazement at Aang, both silent.

“Man …” Sokka finally said. “Sometimes I forget what a powerful bender that guy is.”

The statement broke Katara from her own damp trance. “Wait,” She said. “What did you just say?”

“Nothing,” Sokka replied. “Just that Aang is one powerful bender.”

Katara’s gaze went from her brother to the Avatar, standing triumphant over the force of nature he had bent to his will. His gi, for once, was untouched by battle, billowing across his athletic form in the hot winds of the ends of the eruption.

“I suppose he is,” Katara’s voice trailed off, feeling a sudden, strange mix of emotions.

The eruption lasted through the night, but after Aang’s cooling move, the rest of it was easily managed. Just before dawn, they went to the shelter where the villagers were hiding, nearly a mile east. By sunrise, the village was repopulated, with many admiring the new jagged black rocks adorning their northern entrance (as well as most of the village’s non-southern borders). The trio was lavished with praise from the villagers. Their coffers and supply bags were filled by the villagers as a thank you. For the first time since leaving the village on the Winter Solstice, the trio was not concerned about their next meal.

Aang eventually found his way to Aunt Wu. He decided it was best to come clean, presenting her book with a sheepish grin.

“By the way, we kind of borrowed your book,” He chuckled, scratching the back of his head.

“So, you messed with the clouds, did you?” She raised an eyebrow, swiping the book from his hand. For a moment, she glared at the trio. The expression broke into a laugh a moment later. “Very clever.”

“No offence,” Sokka spoke up. “But I hope this has taught everyone a lesson about not relying too much on fortune-telling.”

“But Aunt Wu predicted the village wouldn’t be destroyed,” The man from the day before said. “And it wasn’t. She was right after all.”

“I hate you,” Sokka grunted.

“It’s okay, Sokka,” Katara put a hand on her brother’s shoulder, ushering him away, towards Appa. “Everything’s gonna be alright.”

Aang watched his friends depart, deciding he had one last thing to take care of before joining them. “Can I ask you something?” He said to Aunt Wu.

“Of course, honey,” Aunt Wu replied with a smile.

“You didn’t really see love in my future, did you?” Asked the Avatar despondently. “You just told me what I wanted to hear.”

“I’ll tell you a little secret, young airbender,” Aunt Wu replied, gesturing for him to come closer. Aang closed the distance, a curious look upon his face. She gestured to the sky. “Just as you reshaped those clouds, you have the power to shape your own destiny.”

Aang smiled warmly, feeling reassured by the foxy woman’s kind words.

“Goodbye, everyone!” Katara called from Appa’s head, trying to subtly get Aang to get a move on. “It was so nice to meet you!”

Standing in front of Appa was a familiar girl with wiry hair in a pink dress, staring at the sky bison. Aang landed in the saddle with his signature soft, air-padded landing. Katara glanced at the assistant, smiling widely. “Take care, Meng.”

“Take care,” Meng cheered, smiling at the waterbender.

Appa turned away from the village. With a grunt and a leap, the Sky Bison took off, disappearing into the sky.

Once she was sure they were gone, Meng’s expression dropped to one of contentment.

“Bitch,” she hissed, thinking of Katara.