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The Notebook	By : PersonOfDisinterest Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Legend of Korra, The Views: 66558 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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"I have a gift for you, General," Kuvira said, striding through the flaps of his tent, "a reward for your continued service and loyalty to me."
The broad-shouldered man rose from behind his desk the moment she entered. "It will be my pleasure to accept it, Great Uniter."
The woman folded her hands behind her back in similar fashion to him, a light smirk on her lips as she spoke. "I'm sure it will."
With a sharp snap of her fingers the flaps behind Kuvira were lifted once more, though this time a procession walked through into the tent. The General slightly arched a thick eyebrow at the sight of Huan Beifong standing between two armed guards, a long, flowing cloak shrouding his body completely from the neck down in nondescript green silk. The eyes of the Great Uniter were keen upon him as the guards brought the second eldest son of the Beifong brood to stand before the General's desk. The corners of the young man's mouth were tugged downward and for once his gaze was not dull with apathy. In fact, Huan seemed to find it difficult to hold the General's eyes, when before defiance had ruled him.
Curious, the man turned to his superior. "If I may ask, Great Uniter, the nature of this reward?"
Kuvira smiled. "Disrobe him."
Huan's guards moved as instructed, each bringing their hands up to the collar of the silken robe adorning him. Slowly, they began to peel it back. The man's brow rose as the thin material slipped down the curve of Huan's shoulders, unveiling smooth tan skin. Moments later and the General was forced to clear his throat when his eyes fell with the robe, now pooled onto the floor at the young man's feet. He could not afford a lack of decorum, not even when...even when...
"Do not mind me, General," Kuvira told him. "I expect you to admire, and enjoy, my gift to you."
The man inclined his head. "I understand."
"I trust it is to your liking."
Granted her permission, the General licked his lips as his eyes roved over Huan. "He is."
Kuvira's mouth curved to the side. "Then perhaps you will think to share, once you have satisfied yourself."
He nodded and with merely a gesture Kuvira summoned the guards at Huan's side to leave with her as she departed from the tent. The General's full attention fell onto the young man afterwards as he stepped around the desk. In Kuvira's absence, his face openly expressed his hunger. A grin quickly formed behind his trimmed beard as he stood in front of Huan and let appreciative eyes slowly take in the young man's exposed form.
Save for a tight, black thong, Huan was entirely stripped bare. Lightly bronzed skin glistened with a sheen of perfumed oil, the young man's body so slight and supple. His eyes still could not meet the General's as he stepped in close, lifting one great paw of a hand to comb his fingers through richly soft hair. By mere touch, the man could tell Huan's lengthy locks had been patiently brushed until they shone with healthy cleanliness, whispering against his skin like the silken robe at his feet. The General glanced down between Huan's thighs, noting the apparent lack of bulge underneath the narrow strip of clinging leather.
"Tuck you away and anyone would think you're a girl."
Huan didn't reply, but his cheeks were dashed with colour. The General smirked.
"Did we suppress your tongue along with your 'individuality', hmm?"
The man barked his laughter when, after reaching around and clapping his hand to the young man's ass, Huan flinched.
"You've got some meat here, haven't you, boy?" the General growled, pressing thick fingers into Huan's flesh. "I look forward to fucking it. But first..." The weight of the man's strength bore down on his shoulders and Huan was forced to his knees. "Let's put your mouth to good use, shall we?"
Huan's long, perfectly straight locks were soon a dishevelled pile atop his head, gripped firmly in the General's fist. Face pressed up against the man's breeches, the wet gluck gluck of an impressive dick pumping between Huan's lips filled the room. It was with a lazy sneer that the General wrapped his left hand underneath the young man's chin and roughly jerked him forward onto the full length of his pole. Huan's eyes flared wide. His hands were at his thighs, fingers curling when the General effortlessly overpowered his attempts to push him away. His whole body shook with a series of harsh, spluttering chokes when the man shunted forward and ground his thick pubic mound against the boy's face, sinking and curving his hips to lock the fat meat of his cock deep in Huan's flexing throat. Dragged back into position when he tried to bend away, Huan splattered the floor with globs of spit as the General pulled down on his jaw and ruthlessly began fucking his gullet.
A deep chuckle reverberated through Huan's chest as his mouth was finally unplugged. "That was a good first effort," the General said with mocking pride as Huan breathed like a wounded animal, "but don't worry. You'll have plenty opportunities to improve your technique. Now..."
Huan coughed, the taste of unwashed cock thick on his tongue. "My mother..." he gasped, glaring up at the man with hot, forced tears creeping down his cheeks, "when she finds you...she'll tear you apart!"
The General only blinked in the wake of the Huan's sudden outburst. Then he smirked. Threading his fingers into the young man's hair, the General forcibly tilted Huan's face upwards, exposing the curve of his throat. "Only a boy cries out for his mother," he sneered, before staining the Beifong's cheek with his spit. Huan jerked backwards, only to cry out when the General's fist tugged at his roots. The man clapped a hand over his mouth, smearing his mark of humiliation over the boy's face.
The desk rattled moments later as Huan was thrown down onto it, hands splayed out as the General roughly bent him over the edge. He called out with a strong voice and almost immediately the flaps of the tent were parted. The General grinned at the sight of an eager dozen congregated at the tent entrance. "Line up!" he told them, before turning to look down at a wincing Huan.
"Let's make a man of you, shall we?"
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